Small Town Hospitality - Part 3
Read Part 1 and Part 2 First.
Synopsis: Although his investigation has come to an end, the Detectives job is far from done. With a newfound purpose, he starts spreading obesity across the town and beyond.
Huffing and puffing, Rogers finally makes his way out of the coal mine. His hairy belly and love handles spill out of his tiny shirt and sag over his tattered pants. Every step sends ripples through his soft body as he waddles back to the police station.
The Sheriff greets him outside the station, watching the sunset glisten off his exposed skin.
"Detective! Are you alright?" He asks, looking shocked at how big Rogers has gotten.
"Never been better." Rogers smiles.
"Did you find that origin thing?"
"Sure did." Rogers holds out the statue.
"It's... You?" The Sheriff's stomach sinks. "Oh god."
He grabs his belly as it once again starts to grow. His buttons pop off as it grows larger than he thought possible, all while somehow keeping its round shape. Every button that flies off his uniform, more and more of his dense forest of hair is revealed from his chest to his belly.
"This... Can't be happening."
His pecs swell, growing thick while still looking strong. His arms and legs thicken, looking softer but keeping the Sheriff's immense strength. His pants rip to shreds, leaving him naked other than his shirt that looks more like a tiny vest on him.
"Enjoy it, Sheriff. You know you want this." Rogers says.
"I... I do want this." The Sheriff admits.
He leans forward when his ass expands, becoming thick and perky despite its immense size. Even his already massive hands and feet started to grow, making his hands nearly the size of Rogers' head.
"Looking good Sheriff." Rogers says, slapping his massive ball gut.
"Thanks bud. I never thought being this big could feel so good." He says as he comes to terms with his new body.
"Why don't you go show your son how good it feels to be this big."
"What do you mean?" The Sheriff asks.
"With this power imbued in you," Rogers places his hand on the Sheriff's belly, "your mere presence will have nearby men ballooning like you've never seen before."
"Oh yeah! Imagine walking into a police department and watching every cop in the room turn into lazy pigs."
"Fuck yeah!" The Sheriff growls.
"Now why don't you grab your son and bring him into town where you can show those big town cops the power of a sheriff."
Rogers watches proudly as the hulking Sheriff marches back into the precinct. He could stick around the watch, but he has work to do.
He stands on the side of the road with his thumb up, waiting for an unsuspecting man to offer him a drive. That's when the trucker pulls over beside him and rolls down his window.
"Holy shit, Detective. What happened to you!?" He asks.
"I grew a bit since I last saw you." Rogers chuckles as he struggles to hoist himself into the truck.
"No kiddin'. Looks like I'm not the fattest in the town no more." He laughs.
"So, where ya headed?" He asks.
As the truck starts moving, the effects on the trucker are already showing. His gut has already started riding up his shirt and his jeans look ready to burst.
In the span of the one minute drive down the road, the truckers suspenders broke, his shirt ripped open, and his belt tore in half.
"What business do you have at the bar, if you don't mind me askin'?" He says as he parks the car.
"I'm making everyone like us." Rogers responds.
"Good." The trucker smiles.
"Where are you headed next?" Rogers asks.
"My next stop is New York."
"To make everyone there like us?"
They both laugh as Rogers exits the truck. By the time he closes the door behind him, the trucker's gut is grown to the point of pressing against the steering wheel.
"Safe travels!" Rogers shouts as the truck starts moving.
Rogers walks across the parking lot and enters the bar with his chin up, like he owns the place.
"Detective!" The bartender shouts as he runs around the bar to greet Rogers, his body jiggling with every step. "Thank God you're here, I'm fucking starving. Please tell me you found a way to stop this." He pleads.
"I did." Rogers holds out the statue. "It was the answer the whole time."
"So this'll make me skinny again?"
"Au contraire, my friend." Rogers responds with a devilish smile.
The hope on the bartender's face fades in an instant as he realizes. He looks around the bar, noticing all of his patrons growing. The stools at the bar collapse under the men's weight while others get trapped in booths as their growing bellies pin them against the table.
"You motherfu-" The bartender pauses as his empty stomach lets out a roar. "Oh no."
He watches in horror as his already chubby belly starts to expand. His gym shirt rides up as it stretches around his tank of a gut. His solid pecs inflate, looking strong but swollen as they tear through his tiny shirt.
The extra weight causes him to fall to his knees in front of Rogers. "Please... Please don't do this." He begs as he watches decades of hard work be undone in seconds.
"You'll learn to love it, just like the Sheriff did."
And he is starting to love it, but his stubbornness won't let him admit it. But it wouldn't be long before he changes his mind because his arms and legs also start to grow. His biceps expand to the size of melons, rivaling those of the much larger Sheriff, and his legs thicken into solid trunks of muscle that support his dense body.
"I feel.. so strong.." He says with dumb chuckle.
"Consider this mercy." Rogers says. "But it'll come at a cost."
Rogers, fully realizing his power, places his hand on the bartender's head. His mind quiets, becoming harder and harder to form cohesive thoughts. All while his thick head of hair withers away, leaving behind a horseshoe shaped bald spot in its place.
"Oh, and one more thing." Rogers remembers.
As the bartenders pants start to rip open due to his juicy ass and massive thighs, Rogers grabs his cock.
"A massive bull like you needs to spread his seed."
While holding the bartender's dick, it starts to expand, quickly becoming longer than a pitcher of beer and thicker than a bottle of wine. He shudders as pre cum flows onto Rogers' hand.
"And you can go to the gym, on one condition." Rogers says. "You have to keep up the calories to make up for it."
"Yes, Sir!" The bartender says as he jumps to his feet.
"Good man, now why don't you find yourself a man to spread the love." Rogers demands, giving him a tap on the side of his gut.
And with the simple command, the bartender abandons his post and leaves fully nude in the pursuit of an unsuspecting man.
"Rogers?" One of the men at the bar asks.
Rogers turns to see Will struggling to get to his feet after breaking his stool.
"It is you. God, you've gotta be almost twice the size you were this morning." Will says as he approaches Rogers.
"And I thought I was fat then, but any man who can see his feet is not fat enough." Rogers chuckles. "You've grown yourself, too."
"Well I hadn't before you got here, what's up with that?"
"Well if you're so curious, let me show you."
Rogers reaches out and touches Wills belly, sending 50 pounds of fat directly into his stomach. Will looks down in shock as his belly starts to sag under its own weight.
"Do that again." Will laughs.
Rogers grabs his waist, sending 50 more pounds right into his love handles and causing them to cascade over his waistline.
Will stumbles forward, causing his belly to collide with Rogers'.
"I want more." He begs as his voice changes due to the immense amount of fat growing on his face.
"Let's save that for tonight. For now, we have work do to." Rogers smirks.
He grabs Wills hand and starts to lead him out of the bar. With one final look back, he proudly watches on while the men in the bar finally accept their larger bodies, exploring every soft roll of fat as their clothes lay tattered on the floor.
As they walk out the door, Rogers spots the bartender making out with another man by the entrance of the nearby gas station. The slim man has already started growing a beer belly under his shirt.
"Nice work, sport." Rogers taps him on the shoulder while walking by.
"Thank you sir." He says with a smile before turning his attention back to the other man.
Rogers and Will make their way towards Wills truck.
"Where are we going, anyway?" Will asks.
"Do you know where Tom lives?"
"Were going to crash a dinner." Rogers smirks.
The two squeeze into the truck, causing the poor vehicle to creak as their combined weight pulls the truck down. After moving their seats back to make room for their bellies, they set off to Toms house.
A short commute later and they find themselves at a small farmhouse not too far from the mine. Knocking on the door, it doesn't take long for heavy footsteps to approach the door.
"Hel-" Tom greets them before stuttering as he sees the two hulking men standing in front of them. "Will!? My god what happened to you?"
"Oh yeah.. I've gained a bit of weight recently, haven't I." Will blushes. "Remember the detective." He says, looking over at Rogers.
"My goodness, you too." Tom says, clearly uncomfortable. "You must be over twice the size you were when we chatted last night."
"Yeah, this place has had... quite the effect on me." Rogers deflects. "Anyway, I remember you mentioning that I was always welcome for dinner, and Will and I were starving so we thought we'd take you up on that offer."
"Ugh... Yeah... Of course." Tom replies with a forced smile. "You're in luck, we wouldn't be eatin' this late if my wife was around to cook, but you're stuck with me today."
Will and Rogers squeeze through the door and follow Tom into the living room.
"This is my son, Blake." Tom says, gesturing to a young man sitting on the couch.
His eyes seem glued to the tv before his name is mentioned. He's laying back into the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his small belly peeking out of his shirt. He looks like a shell of a human with a scruffy beard and food stains on his shirt.
"Who are these guys, *burp* dad?" Blake asks.
"This is Will, you would have met him a long time ago, and Detective Rogers. He's here to investigate that obesity epidemic thing."
"About that, they're talking about it on the news." Blake points at the tv.
Rogers, curious, walks up behind the couch and watches the news as Tom goes back to the kitchen to tend to dinner.
"Reports have come out of the medical centre at the University of Texas that the male staff have experienced sudden and rapid weight gain. This is all coming after the victims of a suspicious coal mining accident were admitted to the University for study. After other students and faculty reported a similar sudden weight gain, the University has issued a full lockdown and is currently cooperating with the FBI in the investigation of a potential link between the coal mine accident and this weight gain epidemic..."
"Apparently it's spread all the way to Austin." Blake remarks.
"You used to go to that university, right?" Rogers asks.
"Yeah, but they canceled my scholarship. Apparently I wasn't strong enough to be an offensive lineman and too fat to be anything else."
"How about we change that."
Rogers leans over the back of the couch and wraps his arms around Blake.
"Ugh.. what do you mean, sir?" He asks, slightly uncomfortable.
Rogers starts gliding his hands across Blake's arms, as if he was giving a massage. With each stroke, Blakes muscles start to expand. His muscles quickly outgrow those of most college football players, they grow so fast that Blake hardly notices the layer of fat that surrounds them.
"Holy shit, dude! This is nuts." Blake says with a smile.
"I'm just getting started."
Blake watches in awe as his shoulders and chest expand, all while his height steadily increases. His shirt and pants ride up as he grows to a staggering 6"8, making the couch he's laying on seem tiny.
"God, this feels great." He says, stretching his hulking body.
"You haven't seen the best part yet."
Rogers wraps his hands over Blake's pecs. And like magic, his pecs start to rise like dough, growing both fat and muscle as they struggle to keep their shape. His poor shirt explodes under the pressure.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me, man?" Blake struggles to think through his intense euphoria.
"An offensive lineman like you needs some meat on his bones."
"Oh yeah. My coach said I needed to bulk up before the season." Blake says mindlessly.
"That's right big guy, coach wants you to bulk."
Rogers slides his hands down to Blake's belly. Despite his growing muscles, his midsection still grows soft as his beer belly expands into a beer tank.
Blake lets out a moan as his head tilts backward. He's clearly trying to keep his composure as the rest of his body grows. His thighs grow thick and sturdy forcing him to man spread while his pants are torn to shreds. His hands and feet nearly double in size, allowing him to fully wrap his hands around a football.
"You like that, don't you buddy." Rogers whispers into his ear.
"I sure do, coach." Blake's voice trembles as his dick springs to life, pressing against his underbelly.
"Good boy. Now, there's one more thing coach wants you to do before the start of the season."
"Yeah, you see, not everyone on the team bulked as much as they should have, so I need you to go meet your team at practice and make sure they bulk." Rogers commands. "Now go grab some of your dad's clothes, I'm sure they'll fit you."
Blake doesn't hesitate to follow his orders, walking over to his father's room. In the meantime, Rogers walks into the kitchen to meet back up with Tom.
"Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?" Tom asks.
"You! You were nothin' but a twig last I saw you, just some city boy determined to solve our problems. Now, you're in my home half naked and fatter than I've ever seen any man be." Tom confronts him. "Clearly this obesity epidemic is real, I mean look at you two. Why aren't you out there figurin' this out."
"I already figured it out." Rogers retorts.
"Oh, so what's your solution to all this madness, city boy?"
"To give in." Rogers holds out the statue.
Almost immediately, Tom starts to feel the effects. His already obese body becomes more and more engulfed by rolls of fat. His gut sags halfway down his legs due to its own immense weight. His neck disappears under layers of bearded double chins as his body becomes so fat it's hard to move.
Tom's eyes glaze over, clearly overwhelmed by his blob of a body. He tries to reach his rock hard dick, but can't because his belly's in the way.
"Let me help you big guy." Rogers approaches him and reaches under his belly to pinch his dick.
Almost immediately, Tom cums all over the underside of his belly as he holds on the counter for balance.
"What... Have you done to me?" Tom's eyes widen as he sees the full damage done to his body.
"I made you better." Rogers says. "I came here a shell of a man, just barely getting by. This place made me whole again, it showed me the happiness and fulfillment that fat brings into your life. And now I've been chosen to spread that feeling to as many men as I can. That starts with this little town."
Tom stands there for a moment, feeling his soft edges and truly grasping how massive he is now.
"Thank you. Both of you." Tom says, pulling Will and Rogers in for a hug.
Loud footsteps shake the floor as Blake walks into the kitchen wearing his fathers clothing.
"Holy shit dad, looks like you took the bulk a little too far." He chuckles.
The three men break up their hug and face the young man as he towers over them. His tank of a belly is peeking under his father's shirt and his pants look more like shorts on his massive legs.
"Are those my clothes?" Tom asks.
"Mine don't fit anymore, so I figured I'd borrow yours. It's not like you'll be needing them." Blake replies.
"I suppose I won't." Tom walks up to his son and adjusts his collar. "You look strong, son. I'm proud."
"Thanks pops. I think I might be strong enough to get back into the college team."
"You go show them the power of the big guys like us." Tom pats him on the back. "Here, take the car. Not sure I can fit in it anyway."
Blake gives his father a hug before running to the front door.
"Drive safe, son!" Tom calls out.
"I will." Blake ducks under the door frame and leaves for the big city.
"You raised him well." Rogers comments.
"I know I did." Tom says. "Are you gonna stay for dinner."
"My work here is done." Rogers responds. "Thank you for the hospitality and letting me into your home. I better be off to share my findings."
"Why don't you show those big wigs what it's like to be big like us." Tom comments as Rogers and Will are leaving.
"I will" Rogers smirks as he closes the door behind him.
Maybe, to be continued...
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