Insecure Narcissist

here is a little update for you! love the comparison to my fat version lol

Art by Badoobers

Words Also by Badoobers

Commission for @ewdonottouchme

1

Standing in line for his morning coffee, Dan couldn't help but notice a familiar face, sitting alone and surrounded by several empty coffee cups. From the neck up, Ethan hadn’t changed one bit from college, but his slender and attractive face couldn’t distract Dan from the shockingly large gut his old roommate now proudly displayed. Ethan’s underbelly peeked out from underneath a too small and too tight t-shirt. Dan felt a mixture of emotions at that moment in the café but the most prominent one was arousal. Dan had always been attracted to Ethan but seeing him like this, his large pecs, which were once thrust proudly above his six-pack abs, now rested on the soft slope of his belly which in turn overflowed onto his lap, nearly obscuring his crotch entirely was driving Dan wild. Dan's desire for coffee was immediately overwritten by his need to get a closer look at his old friend and hide his growing erection underneath a table.

As he shuffled his way over to the table, Ethan glanced up from his cup and his face lit up with surprise. They greeted each other as old friends do and Dan sat down, eager to find out what had led to Ethan's sudden... expansion. Dan tried to be tactful but instead blurted out "Holy shit bro, you blew up!" Ethan grinned sheepishly, his face flushing red. He reached to rub his neck, inadvertently lifting his shirt and exposing even more of his belly. Dan crossed his legs for no particular reason, his face flushing red as well, also for no particular reason. "Well you see," Ethan began. "I've got this roommate. He’s an extremely good cook and he has no idea what reasonable portion sizes are! He makes more food than either of us can ever eat and I don’t like to waste food so I uh… well you get the picture,” he laughed. Dan was speechless. How often was Ethan gorging himself to get to this size?? “Yeah, I dare you to come over for dinner sometime,” Ethan said. “You’ll leave thirty pounds heavier at least.” As those words left Ethan’s lips, Dan’s fate was sealed. He was going to dinner.

2

Ethan’s roommate Marco was BIG but not in the same way Ethan was. Dan was by no means a small guy. He frequented the gym and had impressive pecs, legs, arms, etc. He was the whole package. And yet Marco towered over him in the doorway, his broad shoulders contrasted by his slim waist which was in turn contrasted by his monstrously muscled thighs and calves. Dan was awestruck. He shook Marco's hand and immediately felt self-conscious. Marco led him through the entryway where Dan slid out of his flip-flops, tossing them crookedly beside Ethan’s scruffy sneakers and Marco’s enormous leather boots which were polished to a shine. As he followed Marco down the hall, Dan couldn’t help but notice the way Marco’s jeans may as well have been vacuum sealed for how skintight they were. His ass was amazing. Equally amazing was the savory smell that greeted him as he entered the dining room. He could see an enormous pot on the stove, its contents bubbling. His stomach growled. Marco apologized and informed Dan that they would be eating at the kitchen’s breakfast bar since their dining room table had collapsed earlier in the week from the weight of all the food he’d made for Ethan’s birthday. Hearing this, Dan took his seat and crossed his legs. 

Finally, Ethan appeared, holding a bottle of wine and 3 glasses. Dan watched in anticipation as Ethan poured the three of them tall glasses of wine and Marco set out two large ceramic bowls and filled them to the rim with a thick, creamy broccoli and potato soup which he finished with a heavy sprinkle of cheddar cheese and bacon bits. “Aren’t you eating too,” Dan asked, confused. “I had some earlier,” Marco said with a dismissive wave of his giant hand. Satisfied, Dan began to eat.

The moment the spoon passed his lips it was bliss. The soup was rich and savory, the potatoes melted on his tongue and the broccoli allowed him to pretend this was at least somewhat healthy. In the blink of an eye, his spoon was scraping the bottom of the bowl and he felt somehow hungrier than before. Before he could say anything, Marco swooped in and whisked away his empty bowl, setting it back down refilled with soup. Without hesitation, Marco began to eat again. A few bowls later there was a ding. Marco, equipped with oven mitts, opened the oven and the room filled with steam and the smell of freshly baked bread. In his hands, Marco now held the most incredible baguette. Everyone took a deep inhale and sighed. This was heaven. As he waited for Marco to dish out pieces of bread, he glanced over at Ethan. He flushed bright red. Ethan had his head tilted back, the bowl raised to his lips, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he chugged the soup. No wonder he’s gotten so fat, Dan thought. Ethan had transformed into a complete glutton! Dan watched as Ethan’s belly expanded with each gulp. He crossed his legs harder. 

3

Dan spent the rest of the meal, glancing at Ethan as he consumed more and more of the soup, the gentle slope of his belly turning into a solid curve. He was so busy admiring his friend that he didn’t even realize how much soup he was packing away himself. His already snug tank top had grown even tighter around his middle and his six-pack had completely vanished. While he waited for Marco to fill his bowl again, he took a sip of his glass of wine and heard something tear. Glancing down he realized his tank top had split ever so slightly at the seam. This turned him on immensely. When Marco returned his once again filled bowl, Dan ignored his spoon completely and lifted the bowl to his lips… 

It was truly an amazing feeling, the warm, thick soup pouring down his throat and filling his already full stomach. He was beginning to feel it now, that tension, the tightness of his clothes and the tightness of his skin, stretching to accommodate the constantly expanding amount of food as he continued to gorge himself. He heard another tear and it only motivated him further. As long as Marco kept bringing him soup and bread and wine, he’d continue to eat, and eat, and eat. 

But finally, as much as he wanted to continue, he was completely and utterly full. He leaned back in his chair and let out a polite burp and rubbed his engorged belly. It felt so good. Ethan was even more impressive. He had transformed from a fattened ex-jock to a complete blimp, his belly filling his lap, groaning and gurgling. His skin was taut and red, angry at the amount of food he’d forced into it. Dan couldn’t find the energy to hide his arousal, his erection was enormous, and so too, he noticed, was Ethans. Ethan moaned, stroking his cartoonishly swollen gut. He felt ready to burst and was pleased to see Dan was in a similar state. Leaning forward he pressed his hand against Dan’s belly and whispered, “Feels good, doesn’t it… fatty. Dan was so full all he could do was nod. He opened his mouth and let out an enormous belch. The relief he felt was tremendous. He opened his mouth again, this time to speak. But before he could manage to say anything, Marco hollered, “Who’s ready for dessert!”

Dan’s eyes widened. There was no way he could eat anything else, he’d explode! But the moment Marco pulled that pie out of the oven, his fate was sealed.

4

They ate dessert in a daze, forcing down slice after slice of berry pie smothered in melting globs of vanilla ice cream into their already maxed-out stomachs. Marco seemed to be completely oblivious to his friends' sexually charged struggle, chipperly bringing each of them a seemingly endless supply of food. He did join them in enjoying a large slice of pie but everything else was for Ethan and Dan.

Ethan began to feel queasy but felt Dan’s hand on his much too full gut. “Not giving up yet are you,” he said between burps. Ethan shook his head, resolute. They would finish this together. Adjusting their seats, they sat each with an encouraging hand on the other's belly and dove right back in. They could feel each other's bellies grow more and more as they ate, their warm skin growing tighter and overstretched. Dan felt a cheeky grab of his dick which he would have reciprocated if he could have reached Ethan’s own dick which had been buried under his fat quite some time ago during the meal. 

Finally, it was over. The two sat there sweating, leant back, unable to find any relief from their overindulgence. Hearing Ethan’s chair creaking, Dan suggested they move to the couch, a feat which was easier said than done. With great effort, Dan got himself on his feet, letting out a tremendous fart. Ethan began to laugh but he was cut off by an enormous belch. They really were a perfect pair. Dan helped Ethan out of his chair and supporting one another, they waddled to the living room. Ethan peeled off his straining and torn t-shirt and immediately collapsed onto the couch, sprawling his limbs and groaning. Dan followed suit, pulling off his tank top. With no room on the couch, Dan slumped onto the floor and began to rub his swollen middle in a useless attempt to soothe it. 

“So… full..” Ethan whined. “Rub my belly for me… please…” How could Dan deny such an earnest plea? Ethan pulled in his legs and Dan hoisted himself onto the couch where he began to rub Ethan’s gut. It really was impressive just how enormous he was. He was fat beforehand, sure, but now he was a behemoth. Feeling both Dan's hands soothing him, Ethan could only moan softly.

“Hey guys,” Marco said from the kitchen. “Sorry about dinner, I’d have made more food if I’d realized the both of you would have such hearty appetites! I’ll be sure to make more next time! Anyways, it’s gonna take a while to wash all these dishes, so you two can go ahead and watch a movie or something, ok?”

Hearing this, Dan figured they’d be left alone for a while and pressed his dick into Ethan’s firm underbelly, his hands sliding down onto Ethan’s chest. He squeezed his meaty pecs and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

Ethan grabbed Dan’s waist and pulled him right on top of him, their round bellies squished together. The sudden pressure caused both of them to burp loudly right in each other’s faces. Then they leaned in for a kiss… but unfortunately, they couldn’t reach. “Why don’t we take this to my room,” Ethan said with a sly grin. “We can do a lot more in there.” Dan turned bright and nodded rapidly. He slid off of Ethan and helped him to his feet and they waddled down the hall to Ethan’s bedroom. 

Finally, alone they could stop undressing each other with their eyes and undress each other for real. It was an incredible relief to slip out of their tight and torn clothes, all of their girths now out in the open, on full display for themselves. It was an amazing feeling. They clasped hands and fell onto the bed, the metal frame creaking in protest. Dan passionately kissed Ethan’s belly, moving further and further south each time until he reached… Ethan moaned loudly. 

Marco hummed cheerfully to himself to the rhythm of Ethan’s creaking bed. With the dishes all done he could start preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. From what he could hear, Dan would be staying the night. Suddenly there was a loud crash. It would seem Dan and Ethan were a bit too much for that old bed frame. Marco knocked his large fist on the door. “I suggest you two use my bed for now,” he said. “The frame is much sturdier. Anyways, I’m going back to the kitchen now so do what you need to do.” 

Marco resumed his breakfast preparations and Dan and Ethan resumed whatever it was they were doing on a much sturdier surface. 

first 10 lbs -> first 120 lbs

POST GYM ON THE GAIN 🚂 TO 300lbs. STARTING OFF 2026 AT 270lbs. 💪

chapter 1

"What the f*ck is this?" your boss says and drops the overfilled box of pastries on the table in front of you.

"It's just some day old pastries that were going to be thrown out," you say defensively.

He yanks up your uniform shirt and grabs a handful of your soft, bulging belly and squeezes hard.

"Look at all this f*cking lard, you fat pig. This is all my profit right here," he shakes your belly, " you been shoving straight into your mouth, now you're wearing it," he lets your belly fall and grabs a big handful of your ballooning ass, "Jesus, no wonder I'm only breaking even. You're getting huge."

He's right, you've been eating non-stop since you started here seven months ago and have gained close to 90 lbs. You just can't help yourself, all those yummy treats: sugared berries, fresh bread with butter, cakes, cookies, icing, the chocolate filling.

You've become an absolute pig. Your small pot belly has burgeoned into a wide, flabby gut that folds over your belt line and wobbles like thick jelly when you walk. You've grown enormous love handles and heavy dimpled thighs. You snack constantly while working and then take home leftovers and feed yourself even fatter as you watch tv.

"Unbutton your pants," your boss says, "and set that f*cking jelly belly on the table."

Oh god, he's making you so hard.

"Put in on the table, fatso. If you want to stuff your face all day like a greedy blimp, then that's just how you're going to be treated."

You unbutton your pants, lift the soft, wobbly mound onto the table. It swells before you and spreads out embarassingly. Your boss removes your shirt and pulls your pants to your ankles. You feel obese, exposed.

"My, my, my, look at all this blubber, look at all the f*cking lard you've put on." He pats your wide rump and prods your thick, fat hips, with an outstretched finger. He slaps your ass hard. You wince at the sting and savor the rippling fat. He pushes the box of pastries towards you.

"Start eating, wideload. You don't clock out until that box is empty."

"But, but, but... it usually takes all weekend to finish that many."

"Either start packing that gut, fat back, or I tell the cops you've been stealing from me and you'll have to pay me back full value for everything you've eaten, plus interest."

You're so turned on at the thought of being fed like this you grab a pastry and shove it in your mouth. Your boss laughs.

"Wow, half in one bite, I see now why you've gotten so tubby."

You swallow and then greedily shove the other half in. You moan and gulp, gulp and moan. Absentmindedly, you slide your hand under your belly and begin searching for your dick under your rolls. You moan louder and grab another pastry. You fold it in half and cram it in as far as it will go. You're close to coming, your cheeks bulge, you breathe heavily through your nostrils. You desperately quicken your stroke. Your boss grabs your hand and pulls it from between your thighs.

"Eat with both hands, you obese f*ckpig, I'll take care of this."

He slides his fingers around your cock and expertly picks up where you left off. You arch your back and lean into the table. He works your dick perfectly and the rhythmic motion of his forearm causes your big jelly tummy to shake and shimmy. More, more, more pastries, your mouth is so full it hurts. He slides his free hand around your hips and latches onto your thick love handle. He squeezes and tugs and tugs and rolls the huge fistful of fat back and forth,

"Look at all this meat, you tubby pig, god, I swear I can feel you getting FATTER right now."

Your food-packed gut strains and stretches, he hits just the right rhythm; you come so close and then he backs you off.

"Not until the box is empty, you selfish cow."

You moan, aching to come and begin stuffing with both hands, pastry after pastry. You can feel your belly bloat, your ribcage widens to accommodate your abject gluttony. Your soft, wide hog belly pushes further out onto the table. You arch your back; your heavy belly swells, swells, swells; you feel so bloated, so piggishly, hoggishly fat, so greedy, so out of control, he grabs your cock again, oh, you come and come and come.

You sit on a chair grinning stupidly, sated: sugar, carbs, sex. Your pants are still around your ankles and your belly rests heavily in your lap. Your boss smiles and kisses you gently on the lips.

"I guess I can't be THAT mad at you, that was really fun. You're so fat and jiggly. If you're willing to make this a regular thing, I'm willing to let you continue to work here and be a greedy little porker."

You're still smiling and you nod your head, you reach for another pastry, "I'd love that."

chapter 2

The next morning you find a note on your locker.

"Hi Piggy, I've made a few alterations to your uniform, embrassing for sure, but you'll just have to get used to them. Enjoy your day."

You open your locker and see that he has changed your work shirt so that it's low in the front and shortened at the bottom. He replaced your old work pants with a stretchy, low-rise pair. You struggle into your new uniform and jiggle-waddle your way to the front. Every new pound is on display. Your thighs rub loudly. The other guy, Chris, is already getting set up and you see he's still dressed in the old conservative version. He sees you and gasps,

"Oh my god, w...w...what happened to your uniform?"

"It's...it's...I think it's something Charles wants to try out. I got a note from him this morning telling me to wear it and to let him know how it goes."

Chris giggles and pokes your belly. "Oh hun, you've gained so much weight. I don't think it's a good look for our bakery. Do we really want to remind our customers how fattening this stuff is?"

His look turns devilish, "Look at this belly." He pokes at your fat. He looks directly at you and wets his index finger. He slides it deep into your belly button and begins teasing you and wobbling your hog belly with his inserted finger.

"I bet you want a donut, don't you fatty?" He wobbles your fat some more. You can feel your soft tummy jiggle around his firm finger. "C'mon, fat boy, oink for me and I'll give you a donut. Don't act like you don't want one, I see all the goodies you sneak while you work."

"Oink."

You can't help yourself, you want that donut so bad. Your mouth waters. He squeals with laughter and grabs a gooey apple fritter from the case.

"Oh my, such a good fat piggy, now make a pig nose with you finger and oink again. Oink for your donut, fatty."

You blush, blood rushes to your ears, your face gets hot. You push your nose into a pig shape and oink and snort. He shoves the fritter in your mouth and claps excitedly.

You turn away and start prepping for the morning rush. His teasing has made you so horny,it's either work or sneak off to the breakroom with a bag of donut holes to pleasure yourself.

Your tummy wobbles,unrestrained now by your old pants. As you go about your tasks, your hips roll side to side , your love handles bounce and jiggle. The day passes quietly (not what you expected) with only a few customers seeming to notice your exposed, bulging fat. A few minutes before closing, your boss arrives. He looks beautiful. His hair is gelled and he's wearing leather shorts and a form fitting white dress shirt.

"Well it looks like we had a good day. Chris, honey, you can go, we'll finish the rest." Chris is glad to and is out the door in a few minutes. Your boss turns to you and smiles hungrily.

"God, you look so f*cking fat in that outfit. Loosen your pants, tubby. I've been thinking about my favorite little thief all day."

You unbutton your tight pants and peel them down to your ankles. Your boss slides open the display case and bends you over.

"Get your face in that carrot cake, hog. You're going to eat while I *** you. Oh sweetie, you're going to get so ***ing FAT working for me."

You begin panting in anticipation. You lean over and place your hands on the bottom shelf for balance. Your nose is an inch from the carrot cake and you can smell it's sweetness. Your *** starts to drip. Your boss pulls down his shorts, rolls your underwear down and slides his dick inside you. Oh god, your body warms, tingles all over. His firm hips push you forward and your face presses into the cake. You grunt and take an enormous bite. Mmmm, your taste buds tingle, your cheeks fill. Your boss buries his dick deep in side you and grabs two fistfuls of your hanging belly and ***s you slowly: in, out, in, out, in...in, out, in, out, in, out...

"That's it, eat like a good fat boy you big, greedy cow, eat, eat, eat for me." He slaps the side of your heavy gut. " You're going to be fattened like a sumo wrestler as long as your work here."

You moan loudly through packed cheeks.

"You love it, don't you, hog, love being my fat, GROWING plaything. Say it, piggy, tell me how much you love it."

"Yes!" you say between mouthfuls, "yes, oh god, please, fatten me, fatten me. I'm a greedy fat piggy, I can't stop eating, I won't stop, I love it."

His pace quickens, you gasp. More carrot cake. Your heavy belly lurches and wobbles and rhythmically slaps the display case. Your wide, fattened buttocks separate and slap loudly back together with each thrust and retreat. He slides his hand under your belly and begins rubbing your dick ohhh, your muscles tighten, you gulp feverishly. Each thrust forces more cake down your throat, your jaw stretches wide, your cheeks and throat pack with food.

"Are you going to be a good fat boy and eat everything I say, are you going to grow a huge, fat, hog belly for me to play with, huh, piggy?"

You're so close to coming you're almost in a panic, sputtering and grunting, "Yes, oh god, yes, I promise, I promise, I'll eat everything, everything."

You dig your hand into the remaining cake and desperately shove a huge wedge into your mouth, orgasms explode through your body. You sink to the floor, small orgasms still shuddering, echoing through. Your boss kisses your cake-smeared face and pats your bloated belly.

"Keep this up, tubby, and you might be up for employee of the month."

You belch and rub your belly and smile.

chapter 3

Months pass and you grow and grow and grow. You're turning into a huge pig. The other guys complain it's getting hard to work with you. You knock things over with your ass, bump things with your belly. You lose your breath easily and have a wide, laborious waddle.

At the end of shift, your boss calls you to his office. He beams proudly as you jiggle into view.

"Oh my, we've really fattened you up, haven't we?"

You blush and cross an arm in front of your belly. You close the door and your boss pulls down his pants and begins stroking his dick.

"Get on your knees you big fat pig, and make me come."

You struggle to your knees excitedly, using his desk for support and start greedily sucking his cock. You're so far gone now, putting anything in your mouth makes you hard. You moan loudly and tease him as you suck, his dick disappears into your mouth, reappears, disappears, reappears,

"Oh ***, I'm such a fat pig now," you pant as you suck sloppily, "so ***ing big and fat, I can't stop eating, all I do is sit on my *** and stuff myself fatter like a ***ing HOG."

You eagerly lick the sides, he leans back, groaning desperately, and shoots his load.

You struggle to your feet and stand red-faced and sweating, he laughs at the site and then takes a picture of you with his phone.

"Turn sideways," he says and takes another pic. "Wow, sweetie, you can't even get your whole ass into those pants. I thought they were going to last you all year." He laughs loudly.

He opens a file on his computer with several pics. You glance at them and stare excitedly. You realize they are before-and-after photos of several past employees. You marvel at their transformations from fit, young guys to bloated, blubbery hogs. He has a photo of you taken your first day. He uploads your new photo: the contrast between then and now is shocking. The plump, bright-faced you on the left and the new you on the right. You realize just how fat he's made you. In the photo on the left, your uniform is form-fitting, flattering, and professional. In the photo on the right, your uniform is skin-tight showing every extra inch, heavy garlands of fat droop from your waist, your deep thigh-dimples can be seen through your pants, you have fat cheeks now and an obvious double chin.

"I have to let you go," your boss says, "you're just way too fat to work here now." He giggles devilishly and pats your bulging belly, "I mean look at you, look at all this fat, you're as big as a barn."

He laughs and slides her hand under your belly "Did you think you could steal from me, you beached whale, and there'd be no consequences. You got exactly what a greedy fatty deserves." You moan. "You'll never work in food service again, you ***ing fat cow. And now you're much too lazy to have any hopes of getting in shape, ha! Nobody will hire a big tubby fatty like you. You'll have to buy your food like every other fat whale out there."

The humiliation is too much; you press his hand into your crotch and come.

He allows you to compose yourself and then pats your wide rear end, "Off you go, piggy. Off to your new life as a lazy, overfed , growing, fat boy. Because, honestly honey, we both know you won't stop stuffing that gut, don't we?"

You blush, nod and leave to collect your things.

You stop to hug Chris as you leave, and for the first time, you realize how much weight he's gained recently. You smile and imagine what he'll look like in a year. You waddle out the door, your hips brushing lightly against the jamb, and see that the McDonald's across the street is hiring.

I was skinny once

He doesn't know what he's eating...

Hi, everyone! Charlie here! For my first story request of the month, I'm responding to an idea from @kingston2002. Check out his page if you haven't (though you probably have). He's making great progress.

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July

It’s impossible to hate you. You’re literally the nicest person I’ve ever met. Always friendly. Always asking me about my day.

The problem, though, is that you get high every night. I like to smoke every once in a while, but I don’t have a problem like you do. And when I do get high, I’m at least aware of my surroundings. With you, it’s like you’re in another world. Most days, I come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch laughing at cartoons. You usually don’t even notice when I walk through the door.

I stopped bringing dates home. I’m constantly cleaning up after you. And I keep the fridge empty because I know you’ll eat all my leftovers without even realizing.

I can’t talk to you about it when you’re stoned. And when you’re sober, I always look into your smiling, handsome face and lose my nerve. The truth is, you’re the best roommate I ever had, aside from this one thing.

At the beginning of summer, I come home to find you in your usual position on the couch. You’re shirtless (as always) and your giggling fills the apartment. An old Scooby Doo episode is playing on TV.

I had a long day, so I’m more annoyed than usual. My boss shouted at me for something I didn’t do, and I had to work through lunch. I’m tired. Hangry. I just want someone to talk to, but you’re obviously not able to listen to me vent.

I flop onto the couch next to you and notice the empty Tupperware on the coffee table.

“Jesus, man. Was that my lasagna?” Just seeing the empty containers makes my stomach rumble.

“Dude,” you say, pointing toward the TV. “The shark monster is going to get them this time.”

God damn Scooby Doo. And the funniest part is, this episode doesn’t even have a shark monster. It’s about pirate ghosts.

Even though I know you’re not going to understand me, I finally tell you how I feel. I let it all out, focusing most of my anger on the stolen food because I’m so damn hungry.

You look at me, and for a second, I think you’re going to apologize. Instead, you burp. Then you laugh about it.