It's April Fool's Day. We all know the rules: Believe nothing and trust no one. Also, be kind, be responsible: no prank should be done at someone's expense... or should it?
I've been waiting for today since I found that MassGro protein powder. It was illegal to buy, but I found a way. I had the bottle hidden for months where you would never find it. I knew if you did, you'd want to try it right away... and it would ruin the prank.
You returned from the office a little later than usual, and you had a bit of a temper because of it. I had to tred lightly. You asked what was for dinner. I hadn't even thought of dinner; what an idiot! I was so excited about what would come afterwards, that the main meal didn't cross my mind. After all, it wasn't the main event... So I said we'd order out. Anything you'd like.
You were still annoyed. You wanted to eat NOW. Not have to wait for a delivery. I apologized, and you said, "It's fine, I was craving pepperoni pizza anyway."
I made the order, and we sat on the couch and watched TV while we waited. I was unusually quiet, because all I could think of was using the new weight gain powder on you. I mean, would it really even be classified as a prank? You are going to love the results... which is usually not how a prank goes. But I had a plan, and I was going to see it through.
Dinner arrived. You drizzled the hot honey you had at home over every slice and it really only took about ten minutes until the whole large pizza was digesting in your stomach. Then came the usual request: "Dessert? Can we get ice cream?"
I smiled and said, "I was thinking of making you a shake. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
You perked up quickly. You loved the sugary caloric shakes I would make for you. The recipe was a secret, but I'm sure you'd figure it out if I wasn't there and you wanted it bad enough. The only difference this time was the type of weight gain powder I was going to use. You really had no idea what was coming, and I was giggling to myself as I put all the ingredients in the blender. Two large scoops of this illegal new weight gain powder went into your shake. It was double what was supposed to be used. But then again, was ANY of it supposed to be used? That's why it was illegal, right?
I brought it out to you. A large, full glass of calories. The mixture was so thick and creamy that I didn't even include a straw. After all, a straw would slow down your consumption. I wanted it down in your belly as quickly as possible... before you realized what it was, and before you could change your mind.
Your eyes widened when you saw the glass. Your white t-shirt was already riding up your belly, soft pale flesh stuck out from beneath it, your deep bellybutton was visible. You took the glass from me with both of your fat hands and began to chug it. The only thing that delayed getting it into you was the burps you needed to release in order to make room. You always needed to burp with these shakes I'd make you, but they came out quicker and wetter than usual. I don't think you noticed, but I certainly did.
Finally the empty glass was placed on the table beside you. You were so delirious that you didn't look where you placed it and it almost fell to the floor. Luckily it didn't, or I'd be distracted with cleaning it up. Then one final wet belch escaped. You closed your eyes and wiped your mouth and beard from the creaminess of the shake that had dribbled from your lips.
It was then that you noticed something was different. To your surprise you felt gassy and impossibly full. Groaning with the sensation of getting fuller and fuller, you said, "...I... *burp*... my stomach feels like I'm still eating... it hurts... the pressure..."
I chuckled. You saw the mischievous look in my eyes and asked, "... is this... is this supposed to be happening?"
Your fat hands reached down to your belly. And you realized that your shirt was riding up more and more. You couldn't really see it, but you felt it as the cold air touched more and more of your bare skin. You were at a loss for words at this point. So I spoke, "You feeling fatter, big boy?"
You loved it when I called you that. Normally you'd just say, "Yes, I'm getting so much fatter!" Just for the fantasy.
But this time... there was fear. You WERE getting fatter. Visibly so.
Cradling the growing fat of your round belly with your hands, you were still unable to find the words. But you looked at me, deeply, with a hint of anxiety in your eyes. You knew you were growing. You knew you were gaining too quickly for reality. You knew it was impossible. And you looked to me for an explanation.
I wandered away from you, towards the kitchen. You watched in curiosity. Burping every minute or so, and groaning after every belch. You just couldn't stop.
When I returned, I had the bottle of MassGro powder in my hands. I handed it to you. You began to read it... your eyes got wider and wider, along with your belly.
"For one use only. Do not exceed usage recommendations.
Directions: One scoop, using the measuring cup provided. Do not consume more than recommended. Do not consume more than one scoop a month.
Warnings: Can cause massive weight gain. Use under doctor's supervision. If more than fifty pounds (22.7kg) is gained, seek emergency assistance.
If sold in UK, USA, or France. Do not use."
You gasped. Then you had to ask, your voice filled with shock, "How much did you use?!"
I walked up towards your fat body and leaned against your growing and bloated belly. I grabbed your fat cheeks and began to kiss you intimately. I could feel you growing up against me... pound after pound that was settling on your body. It was such a turn on, I was so glad that I thought of it.
In between kisses, I said, "I used two scoops."
You were in a pleasurable delirium, but still had the wherewithal to say, "The directions specifically say NOT to do that... what... what's going to happen to me? How big am I going to get?"
I started to massage your growing belly. My face was kissing the growing fat and the stretchmarks that were becoming redder and redder as you grew. I mumbled as I kissed your fat: "Well, let's just say we're not going to seek medical attention... even though you're going to surpass the recommended amount to gain."
You were unsure how to respond. Your sudden and quick weight gain was a turn on. It was everything you ever wanted. I was kissing your mouth again... you needed to burp, so you quickly moved my face from your lips as another wet belch escaped you. At least you were polite.
It had only been maybe fifteen minutes since you had finished the shake. But you had completely outgrown your t-shirt. You must have been at the very least, 50 pounds heavier.
You and I were the reason there were warnings on the bottle. I'm sure every gainer, every feeder & feedee, tried to get this product. The one's who succeeded probably overused it to the point that warning labels were needed.
You continued to gain. And your shirt began to rip at the seams by your arms. But you were loving it. I heard you moaning with pleasure, and whispering to yourself, "Oh my God, I'm going to get so fat."
I wanted to say, "April Fools!"
Then my brain realized... you always wanted this. A better prank would have been making up the MassGro powder... making you think you were going to balloon up to impossible proportions, and then the disappointment of it not happening.
I did the opposite. I gave you exactly what you wanted. I suppose I've just no concept of what a prank is.
