Home of Obese Slobs

Fun fact; this story was intended to have one part. But a couple people asked for a sequel and now part two is so long I think it’s gonna have to have a part three as well. So I guess tell me if want a part three as well.

TW; intox, body issues

Arthur stretched out his back and cracked open another coke. The bubbles hitting his tongue felt refreshing. He drained the can then threw it in the general direction of the recycling at the entrance of his workshop. As he burped he patted his stomach and something felt different. His hand got there… sooner. He got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Sure enough his body had changed. Where his stomach had been mostly flat before he now had a pronounced belly. His trousers fit on his body without a belt. He looked up and down and turned in the mirror. His face was a little rounder (but still with one chin), his well won arms muscles were now covered by a layer of fat, as he looked at his butt he gasped. It had rounded out and expanded becoming jiggly. His movement pushed a burp out of him. He really did look like a fat slob.

Over the next few hours he tried to limit his snack consumption. He really did. But the idea of restriction only made him hungrier. He’d count down halfway to a predetermined time before he could eat again then say to himself that he was going to have “just one thing” then wait the rest of the time. Just one thing turned into a pile of things. He eventually gave in and ate every snack he had stored in his workshop and store. As the day closed and he locked up he jiggled his stomach and said “I’m trying to make you smaller not bigger!” But the jiggling dislodged a few burps and that made room for him to be hungry again. “ fine belly. One last night of junk food then it’s salads and the gym.”

He took an edible from his pocket then went into a fast food restaurant. It had become his routine. Snack all day. Finish work. Edible. Fast food. Get home. Get comfortable. Get high and drunk. Takeout. Video games. TV. More takeout and weed. Fart himself to sleep. “Jesus Christ. No wonder I’m gaining weight.” He ordered his usual order then added some add ons and extra sides. Then he added an extra drink. “I’m going to be dieting from this point forward. It’s a last hurrah.” He waited for his food then found a seat and started eating. He slurped and crunched and burped. Eating like a pig was certainly fun. He could stay rude and still get healthy. He finished the final burger of his meal then slumped in his chair sipping on a large Coke. He rubbed his belly. He had to have known before now how could he just realise he was gaining weight.

He let himself in and pulled off his clothes. “Hey Andy *bbuuurrrpp* I need to talk to you”.

“Sure bro I just need to keep scratching my balls because theirs an itch *faaarrrtt* that just won’t move.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve umm gotten chubby.”

“Ha! You’re not chubby yet! *bbuuurrpp* you’ve just gained a little weight. “

“Well I don’t want to gain more” Arthur started to scratch his butt while he talked “I’m going back to the gym and *bbuuurrp* I’m going to only eat three meals day and only eat takeout and fast food once a week *ffaaarrrtt* plus I might cut back on the weed and booze to reduce my appetite. I need your su..”

“No! No dude! I will not support you. You’re my perfect slob buddy now. *bbbuuuuurrrrpp*. Getting fat happens. You eat tasty food and laze around? Fat! But life is so much more fun this way!”

“Tonight is my last night eating junk.”

“Then I’m going to make it a night you’ll want to repeat forever.”

Andy seemed to order every takeout imaginable. Pizza, burgers, Chinese. The weed was the strongest strain in he had in his storage. They also drank copious amounts of beer and three bottles of whiskey between them. As Arthur got higher and drunker he got hungrier. He didn’t stop until his stomach was a tight ball. Andy rubbed it while plying him with even more booze. At some point they moved to Arthur’s bed. Arthur couldn’t speak. He just kept belching.The night went on and they both ate even more and then both they fell asleep food-still-in-hand and the other hand down their pants.

Arthur woke up with a terrible headache. In fact his whole body ached. He checked the alarm. He still had time to go for a run before work. He threw on a t-shirt and some shorts then left. His running was pathetic. He was slow and uncoordinated and kept having to stop to pull his shorts back up so his belly didn’t show. On top of that he kept doing sickly sounding burps. As he jogged he passed their local bakery. It smelt amazing. He tried to jog away but his body wouldn’t let him. He caved and bought the smallest healthiest thing on the menu. But that just made him hungrier.

It continued like that for months. Arthur tried a diet, any diet, but his self control would fold quickly. Sometimes it lasted a few hours, sometimes a day, sometimes five minutes. He blew up like a balloon. He went up three sizes in trousers and still ended up unbuttoned under his desk. He got a double chin and rounded squishy cheeks. His butt doubled in size and sagged straining the material of his boxers. His belly has huge. A big rounded orb when he was full. A squishy sack of fat when he was empty. He started getting weaker. His muscles fading from atrophy. As his desperate need to lose weight climbed so did the number on the scale.

On Saturday he was looking in the mirror. He passed chubby and was starting to get fat. He pulled his workout clothes on and noticed that even their stretchy fabric revealed his huge body. He took off his shirt and flopped onto the bed. “Hey Arthur a new video game came out! It’s called “blood murder “ and apparently it’s the goriest game ever!! Arthur…?”

“I look like shit. I know it’s not the most manly to care this much but I’m getting really fat and no matter what I try I can’t stop eating and exercising feels awful. *fart*”

“So just give in. Get fat. Who cares. Eating takeout and being lazy is way more fun than trying to be healthy.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I haven’t had a first date since we became friends *bbbuuuuurrrrpp* instead of roommates. It wasn’t as if it was easy for me to get a partner before *ffaaarrrtt* but now no one wants me.”

“That’s because you’re looking in the wrong places. Slobs have their own version of dating apps it was made a while ago by some graphic design student. And trust me. A slobbified nerd who smokes weed would do very well on that app.”

Andy sent Arthur the link to an app called Couch Buddy. The requirements were different. It asked about favourite TV shows and for a clip of your burps. He indicated his preference as all genders and uploaded some pictures of him in various outfits, including his current outfit. As he uploaded he swiped through. He started getting matches quickly.

I love your deep burps big boy

You look filthy

I bet that fart was really stinky

The last message intrigued him. The attached profile was a man with blonde greasy hair, beautiful green eyes, a sizeable gaming rig in the background of his pictures and a long list of nerdy interests. He blushed. The man was fat and slobby sure but also very attractive.

“It kinda betrayed me. I haven’t checked for skid mark but I definitely feel wet.”

Badge of honour! Speaking of your ass that thing is a work of art.

Hey chubs and chub admirers! I decided to try writing my own gainer fiction - let me know what you think :)

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Johnny sat looking out the train window, thinking about their day ahead. Their headphones were playing their favourite cooking podcast, but they could still hear their own heavy breathing over the host's voice and the sound of the train. Maybe they'd slightly overdone it this morning with the mountain of baked goods from Greggs before their train. But then again, a 2-hour train journey was more than enough time to digest.

With each movement of the train, they could feel their belly bumping up and down. Their overhang so large now that it almost completely covered their lap. They were thankful for this given the feeling of a full belly paired with the jiggling movement from the train was getting them hard. It seemed they were hard more often than not lately, with how much they'd been eating and how tight their clothes were feeling.

3 days ago, Johnny had stepped on the scales and seen 353 pounds for the first time. Well, they'd had to step back off the scales first to be able to see the numbers below, it had been a good 100 pounds since they'd been able to see past their belly. Johnny was in shock at first - resetting the scales and weighing themself again to double check it was right. They'd reached a gainer milestone, over 350 pounds of pure lard.

After weighing in, Johnny had turned to look in the mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Their reflection showed why they shouldn't be surprised at all at the higher numbers. Their stretch marks had somehow grown even further across the smooth brown skin of their belly, which now drooped down to cover most of their fatpad. Their once 7-inch dick was now caked in fat pad, with just the tip left showing. As Johnny slowly turned to their side, they noticed how their tits had become a wide shelf travelling all the way round to their back. That was definitely new. Their dick twitched inside their fatpad at this revelation. Turning sideways also revealed how far their butt now stuck out behind them - sticking out as far as their belly did in front. At 5'7 their body could barely contain the extra weight they'd put on recently and they felt like they were exploding out in all directions. That morning weigh in had led to a breakfast feast being ordered that no doubt had the scales ticking up even higher.

The extra weight was also likely what was making their current train journey so uncomfortable. Their thighs were now as wide as a normal guy's waist, meaning they were spread across 1 and a half seats. Thankfully this meant people always avoided sitting next to Johnny if possible, which suited them fine. More space to spread out and lay out their journey snacks. It had been about an hour since they'd devoured their Greggs feast, their second breakfast of the day, so they decided it was about time to open the bag of cookies they'd bought. They ripped the bag open with excitement and started in on the soft, caramelly, chocolatey goodness. No matter how many cookies and sweet treats they ate, the first bite was always the best. Feeling the sugar hit their lips and knowing it was going to contribute to bigger tits, a wider waist, a fatter ass, or an even more buried cock. The first bite representing another small decision to give into their gluttony and deepest desires to grow even bigger.

As they started in on cookie number 3, Johnny noticed someone across the train watching them intently. Johnny was used to the stares by now. You don't get to this size without noticing the second looks, often filled with disgust, you get going about your business. Their main focus was on snacking so they didn't pay much attention until they got to cookie number 5 and realised the guy was still looking over. This was getting a bit rude now. Johnny looked up and was about to give the guy a dirty look when they noticed how cute he was. The stranger saw them look up, beamed a big smile and blushed below their bushy beard. Maybe this wasn't the usual staring. Johnny took the opportunity to smile back, feeling a few cookie crumbs fall into their beard. They were both now blushing and taking each other in.

The stranger was beyond cute. He wore a dark bushy beard that almost hid his double chin whilst framing his plump lips beautifully. He looked to be quite tall from the space he was taking up, much taller than Johnny. The other reason he was taking up so much space was the enormous width of the guy. He was big all over but in a different way to Johnny - his huge arms and shoulders suggested prolonged time in the gym, while his plump tits sitting on a spherical pot belly signaled a fair amount of time spent at the dinner table too. The train jolted to a sharp stop just as the stranger was about to say something. Johnny's milkshake slid across one of his 2 tray tables and he had to reach out quickly to grab it before it fell to the floor, a potential loss of precious calories.

The train tannoy announced they'd had to make an emergency stop due to a problem on the line ahead and they'd likely be stuck for at least an hour. Johnny groaned at the thought of being stuck in these uncomfortable seats even longer, and just as they had finished off their last train snacks as well. They knew they should have gotten something extra just in case of emergencies. Johnny struggled with sliding out their phone from their skin tight jeans pocket, and wrote out a message to their friends - a cute gainer couple they were visiting for the weekend - that they'd be late. They looked up to see the handsome stranger had gone from his seat. What a bust - maybe the smile had been just that and the guy had moved away in case Johnny got the wrong idea. A puddle of fat like Johnny was an acquired taste after all. Oh well, they'd soon be in York for a weekend of bellies and big eating.

Johnny lay their head against the window and zoned back into their cooking podcast. One of the hosts was explaining the importance of finding high fat coconut milk, to ensure a rich creamy Thai curry. Johnny felt themself drifting off at the thought of a big hot bowl of Thai green curry filling their belly. Just as they were nodding off, they felt a soft tap on their shoulder. Startled, Johnny looked up to see the handsome stranger had returned, along with a bag from the train's onboard café.

thicc thursday

The gluttonous greed that makes you forget you haven’t showered for 3 days and you really don’t care if you look disheveled

I know you want to.

You're all still far too healthy! Have you even reached your 10k calorie goal for today?

You're not "too full", don't be silly. You've barely even started.

This bloated, heaving mound of meat you call a gut still has some give left in it. There's room in that disgusting pile of lard. And it needs to be filled.

It doesn't matter if it hurts. It doesn't matter if you think you might burst, or if it feels like your heart is about to explode. That just means you're getting better.

So don't make me say it again, if you know what's good for you.