Fattening Jock

"P-please...?"

We established the rule a year ago. Every time you want to take the stairs, you need to ask me for permission. Ever since then, your stamina decreased significantly. I also managed to pack around 50 pounds onto your already chubby frame. You officially entered obesity 20 pounds ago. Your belly hangs gently over your waistband, your fatty thighs rub together, and your double chin quivers when you talk.

"Why do you need to go upstairs?" I ask sternly.

"I... We keep the larger clothes packed away in the attic, don't we? I think I need to go up a size..." You blush cutely. "I know you can get them for me, but I really wanted to..."

The unspoken hangs between us: you really wanted to check how unfit you've really gotten. You get out of breath pretty easily now while waddling, and the other day I caught you grunting, red in the face, as you tried to reach your phone that fell to the floor.

"Well, all right then," I concede, magnanimously. "Under one condition. We double your lunch after you come back."

You nod, chin plunging into the roll of fat.

I wave my hand. Elated, you waddle to the staircase. It's just ten steps, but in your head, they've gotten steeper over last year. You grip the handrail with your chubby hand.

I can see your astonishment as soon as you lift your leg. Your belly now presses into your thigh. Well, what did you think, fatty? Your belly pools in your lap when you sit, why wouldn't it fight for space when you walk upstairs?

You cringe as you step up. It's probably your knees, unused to straining under this much weight. But you plod on. Second step. I can see the knuckles on your hand whiten. You grip that handrail for dear life.

"Changed your mind?" I ask.

"N-no," you say, voice breathy. "It-it's just... s-steeper than I remember."

I chuckle. You struggle to the third step. Congratulations, 33% done! You open your mouth, panting. Fourth step. Your face flushes and I can see the sheen of sweat on your forehead. Fith step - your chubby legs tremble.

"Halfway through, darling," I call. "How are you feeling?"

"Huff... huff... I..." You are lost for words. I made you into a fatso who can't walk upstairs. You must be thinking now - how much longer before walking to the kitchen will leave you in such a state? Or getting out of bed?

You tentatively lift your leg. Your belly escapes the confines of your shirt. Step. You wheeze. You take a little break. Another step. Just two to go. I can see the determination in the way your fatty body tenses, preparing. This is your Mount Everest now.

At last, you've done it. You collapse against the wall, chest heaving, rolls quivering. When some time later, I see you tentatively thumping down the stairs in your new larger clothes that actually hang off you for once - I can notice the resolution on your fat face. You know that in a year from now, your body will fill in every inch of space in these clothes.

You also know one more thing.

"I-I think this was the last time I took the stairs."

I nod. I'm glad you came to this conclusion yourself. That way, I don't have to enforce things.

I prepare you your feast, and when you sit down to eat, I say:

"I now need you to ask for permission before standing up."

Your eyes widen, but you just nod over a bite of burger.

***

How do you play?

It really couldn't get much simpler! Simply draw a card when it's your turn, and experience the effects!

Here, I'll give you an example!

Let's say you drew the card: "Dough Boy: 3 spaces"

Then, within a matter of seconds you should start to notice how snug your clothes feel, you should hear a gurgle like water churning in a plugged hose as your gut grows heavy and your thighs swell. The rumble and strain of your ballooning stomach should keep all eyes on you as you feel your chins double, then triple, before your shirt snaps open at the seams and your fat spills over the sides of your pants. Before long, those should be close to giving up the ghost, and you should be left with a fattened blubber gut that keeps you close to rolling backwards from the insistent nag of gravity!

If you got through all that successfully and didn't give up and call uncle, then you get to move those three spaces forward on the board! (If you can even reach down that far anymore) First one to the end, wins and gets to decide how much of the weight each player gained during the game, they keep!

We've got a wide variety of cards already present in the game, such as variations on water weight, stuffing, bloating, and even blimping!

And our various expansion packs are sure to tickle someone's fancy such as:

Barnyard Blowout! Where you can wind up with anything from leaking udders, to massive shall we say "growth from down under"

Cafe Catastrophe! Where you have to use the small hose included in the box to funnel, filter, or chug commonly loved cafe treats! Treat yourself to 100lbs of pure eclair filling! Or turn yourself into a human water balloon filled with gallons of frappe!

Monster Mayhem! Where you'll find loads of eligible bachelor and bachelorette cards from different monsters, and you'll need to decide which card to choose before using the pump to store their vastly different arrays of baby batter inside you!

Fruit Salad Frenzy! Where you can draw from cards that offer promising new shapes and copious amounts of juice and filling depending on which you get! One of you may have to deal with an ass and thighs that doesn't allow you to fit through doorways if you draw the pear card, and one of you may end up filling up the room with their juicy form if they draw the blueberry card!

Voracious Venture! Where you can experiment and test out how your friends feel writhing around inside you in various different ways and sections! Maybe one of you has an oddly grumbly stomach that just yearns for that delicious form to quell it's hunger after drawing the "Chow-down" card!