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Day 3805 - 12 March 2026
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does my face make this transformation better?
I gained a total of 160 pounds now btw
Your Majesty
"ECHO!" Lenny yells into the grand hallway.
His friend, Phil, chuckles nervously. "Dude, what if someone hears us."
"Ugh what if someone hears us." Lenny mocks. "Look at this place man, who's gonna catch us."
He blows into an old shelf, sending a wave of dust in the air.
"It just feels weird breaking into a huge castle like this, shouldn't there be guards or something." Phil says.
"What, like this guy." Lenny jokingly taps a set of plated armour.
The armour rumbles, trembling for a moment before collapsing onto the floor.
"Sick!" Lenny shouts, "I'm gonna try it on!"
"You have fun with that..." Phil responds, before continuing down the hallway.
Just around the corner lies a large doorway with a fancy looking set of doors. With one push, the doors open with a loud creak revealing a lush master bedroom under a thick layer of dust and cobwebs.
"Lenny, have a look at this!" Phil shouts back to Lenny, but gets no response.
He peeks back into the hallway and sees Lenny struggling to get the helmet off his head.
"Figures." He laughs it off.
Walking into the bedroom, Phil is awestruck by the extravagance of the bedroom. Intricate patterned rugs, flowing drapes, and a massive bed. It looked to be nearly twice the size of a king size bed. Looking closer, he finds an old crown neatly placed on the end of the bed. He grabs it carefully and places it on his head like it was his.
"Fits perfectly." Phil laughs, feeling on top of the world as if he were the king himself.
His confidence is wavered, however, when he notices hairs falling before his eyes. At first just a few, but soon whole clumps of his hair are falling right off his head. He grabs his head, feeling his smooth scalp where a full head of hair was mere moments earlier. In a panic, he runs over to the mirror just to confirm, seeing the light reflect off of his shiny bald head.
He tries to pull the cursed crown off his head, but it's stuck. No amount of struggling seems to make it budge. But that's when he notices it, something else is changing. Looking closer into the mirror, he's horrified to see his smooth skin start to weather and wrinkle, making him look decades older than he is. As a cherry on top, his cheeks start to grow chubbier as his jawline disappears and a thick double chin develops over his neck. The only silver lining being that a thick salt and pepper beard quickly sprouts over his fattening face, making it harder to notice his weight gain.
"Oh god! What's happening to me?" Phil says, his voice deeper than it usually is.
Speaking of weight gain, Phil feels a grumble deep in his stomach. He barely even has time to look down before his stomach starts to expand with soft fat. His shirt rides up, revealing an increasingly hairy belly spilling over his pants. His shirt starts ripping at the seams as his love handles swell over his waist band and his back from rolls of fat. Finally his shirt gives up as his gut swells to the size of a beach ball, adorned with fuzzy grey hairs.
His pecs soon follow suit, losing their shape as they fill with fat. His man tits rest on his massive gut, showing off his swollen nipples and the forest of grey hairs between them.
"When did I get so fat? Wait, no... This isn't right." Phil, I mean, King Phillip tries to fight his destiny.
As he holds his hulking gut, his hands thicken to the point that his fingers look like sausages. His arms grow until they look strong but soft and fuzzy, and his shoulders broaden to match the large stature of his body.
After feeling a tightness in his pants, King Phillip turns to face his ass to the mirror. He watches as the fabric rips open, freeing his large and perky ass, surprising for a man his age. Although the same could not be said for his family jewels. After his pants fall to the ground, he lifts his belly to see his dick slowly get engulfed by his fat pack, leaving a sad nub stick out.
Finally, his legs grow to the thickness of tree trunks and his feet double in size, becoming strong enough to hold his immense weight.
"All those banquets are going straight to my stomach, aren't they?" King Phillip says with a hearty laugh, his voice consumed by an old English accent.
But as he stares at his increasingly familiar reflection, something seems wrong. He sees a dusty and dingy room behind him, but when he turns to face his master bedroom, everything seems fine. His lovely red drapes and bedsheets shined a bright red, as if they'd been washed that morning. And his shelves lacked a single speck of dust, as if his servants had dusted them just hours ago. Looking back at the mirror, King Phillips is shocked to find he is fully dressed. Lovely red cloth adorns his body, with a belt that struggles to contain his belly. A luxurious white and gold robe hides his round silhouette. And a large necklace hangs on his shoulders and over his soft chest.
"Oh... What has come over me. I nearly forgot I was preparing for the banquet." King Phillip says to himself.
"Your Majesty." A familiar voice speaks behind him as his door opens.
"You should know I do not wish to be disturbed before an important event." King Phillip dismisses him.
"I thought you would appreciate my help, your Majesty." The man says.
King Phillip turns and flinches at the sight of one of his knights clad in only his helmet. He eyes the knight from head to toe, his thick pecs and perfectly sculpted abs covered in a light dusting of brown hair, his juicy ass and monstrous 10 inch cock hanging between his thighs.
"Leonard! What do you think you're doing!?" The King yells.
"You can call me Lenny. And you know exactly what I'm doing, Phil." The night takes off his helmet, revealing a chiseled face with a five o'clock shadow over his sharp jawline.
"You are to address me as your King!" The King stands tall and puffs his chest out, trying to act tough.
"As much as I love roleplaying, you can drop the act when we're alone." Leonard says, getting close enough to play with the King's bushy beard.
"What if someone hears us, you have to learn to be more subtle. What were you thinking walking around the halls naked!?" The King tries to stay quiet.
"How about I make it up to you." Leonard says while tracing his hand down the King's gut. "I'll give you a hand, since you can't reach it yourself."
He stuffs his hand up the King's robe and pinches his dick. The King lets out a moan and leans on Leonard for support. Leonard starts kissing his neck, feeling the King's rough beard against his neck. The Kings moans grow louder and his knees start to give out before he shoots his load all over his robe.
"Oh damn you, now I require a clean robe." The King says between breaths.
"Why don't you let me help you take it off, Your Majesty."
Leonard smirks as he undresses the King, his 10 inch cock sticking straight up and leaking pre cum. He throws the robe to the floor.
"Those are expens-" The King is cut off.
Leonard pins him against the wall and leans in close to his ear.
"I'm in control now." He whispers in a deep buttery voice. "Who's your king." He says while tapping his dick on Phillips back.
Phillip moans while rubbing his swollen nipples.
"Say it fatass." Leonard growls.
"You're my King!" Phillip submits.
"Atta'boy."
Leonard sticks his dick into the King's ass, promoting a loud moan that echoes around the King's chambers.
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."
"Really?"
"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."
"Yes sir!"
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.
"Far from it."
"So, where ya headed?" He asks.
"The bar."
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?"
"You know it brother."
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?"
"Of course I do."
"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.
"Watch this."
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?" Blake asks.
"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.
"What?"
"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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I know I have been a bigger guy now for a few years but I still sometimes struggle to believe how much I have changed the past five or so years.
fatphobia and ableism is so insidious. You can look up like, food, and it'll say "eating a lot of food causes diabetes" and you're like oh dang what? I thought we didn't know the cause of diabetes. So you look up what causes diabetes and it says "we still don't know what causes diabetes" bruh they're just making shit up to give people eating disorders
it’s becoming clearer that “being fat makes you diabetic” is actually misapplied observation and like, backwards cause and effect. insulin resistance is the main factor in type 2 diabetes. it was thought being fat made you insulin resistant. turns out it’s the other way round; insulin resistance causes the body to store fat at a greater rate. like yes, once the weight is gained it can then contribute more to resistance and things can snowball, but the initiating factor is not being fat.
#type 1 is caused by no insulin production type 2 is caused by insulin resistance #and what causes the resistance or pancreatic damage is often uncertain #absolutely poor diet and lack of exercise can EXACERBATE EXISTING TYPE 2 DIABETES #but eating carbs and eating sugar will not give you diabetes; neither t1 or t2 #also keto is a fucking scam and a lie and puts people in the hospital on a regular basis
Also worth mentioning how hard it is to find good advice around healthy eating or exercise because almost all of the information available assumes your goal is to lose weight. So you'll find a hundred articles for how you can reduce calories, but nothing about how you can eat more vegetables while managing a budget and still feeling satiated. Because professionals assume your goal is to lose weight, not to feel better in your body. It's so incredibly frustrating.
repeating just because people need to hear this:
You don't GET Type 2 diabetes from being fat. Type 2 diabetes MAKES YOU put on fat. We had the causality backward
Also the lack of exercise equipment rated for larger people to use it safely, as well as how much harder it is to find adaptive information on how to do some exercises as a larger person.