#fat john

This series will forever be in my top 5 anime favorites. The characters were awesome, every episode was beautiful, and the soundtrack...that soundtrack changed my life.

Mmmm wow!

((Thank you @chubkri for editing! And sorry it took forever and a haldf))John stood in his room. He was currently trying to squeeze on a pair of jeans that he had purchased from just the fall before. Over winter Dave came into town and decided every night they'd go out for dinner to eat. Dave also liked buying John different treats on dates and John loved eating them. Over the holidays, it was a similar situation. John would go to his father's and eat lots of Christmas treats with Dave, along with other rich foods. To stay warm, John wore sweats and other cloth pants to keep his legs nice and toasty. John was a tad embarrassed honestly. He hadn't thought that he gained that much weight while dating Dave. Even though they went out to eat a lot, and Dave often encouraged John to indulge himself, he didn't think he was gaining so much.It shouldn't have been such a surprise, honestly. John had always been chubby, but now he noticed he was a lot softer than before. His belly was significantly wider and doughy, his thighs rubbed together and stretched out the legs of his jeans to the max. His jeans refused to button up, no matter how much of his gut he would suck in. His cheeks were stained red from trying for a good ten minutes to get them on and buttoned, just thankful Dave was out, presumably to get more sugary goods. John decided to try on one of his older tee shirts. He knew the results would most likely be the same, but he had a small hope it would fit. Once he got it over his head, he found a surprising discovery. The tee shirt couldn't get past his navel, but the upper part clung to his fat chest, making it look like he had boobs. He grumbled and pulled off the shirt, his cheeks burning red. He sat down in his jeans, blushing quite a bit when he heard a loud ripping sound go through the room and felt a surprising amount of space free up in the seat of his pants. One chubby hand went to go feel what happened and found quite the rip in his jeans, right down the middle. Needless to say, he got rid of the jeans and shirt before Dave got home, put on some fitting clothes, and refused to tell the other man why they had to go shopping for clothes.

John was seriously bored. Like honestly, the only reason he got this one job was because it was the only place hiring, and of course it had to be McDonalds. Everywhere else wasn't and he wanted to start saving up to visit his internet friends, Dave Jade and Rose this summer. So he needed some cash, even if it was minimum wage. His dad could easily pay for the trip, having a fairly high position in the business ladder, but he wanted to be able to say he paid for the trip by himself. Anyway, here he was now, behind the counter of Mcdonalds, wearing his dumb uniform of a shirt and a weird visor. Like why did they have to wear visors??? It made no sense. The only upside was that he had benefits of being able to eat the food here for free, on breaks, which was a plus. It wasn't too bad, it meant he didn't really have to worry about dinner and also meant he had more time to study after work. By his break time he was rather hungry, dealing with rude customers and having the shift when most people ate dinner was horrible. He got his food, a large thing of fries and a burger was just what he needed. John started eating, scarfing down most of his food quickly. He was still kinda hungry so he got another burger, finishing just before his break ended. He went and did the rest of his shift, feeling kinda too full, making a note not to eat so much next time. John didn't follow through with his role. Quite the opposite in fact, he continued eating a bit more than he was strictly comfortable with, mostly by accident. Within a month John's clothes were obviously too tight, his jeans threatening to rip every time he bends over, his shirt constantly riding up his belly. He wouldn't really call himself fat though, maybe a little chubby but not really? There was definitely enough pudge on his belly though to grab. And with how much he was eating at McDonalds, his dad making pastries and cakes a lot more, and having to sit and study a lot. It was no surprise within another month he was practically bursting out of his uniform, his belly constantly peeking out, riding up to his navel if he eats a tad too much during break and ends up somehow stuffing himself, having to replace most of his jeans with sweats, and even those were stretched to the max. John has to hop around his room to get them over his bulbous ass, his chub jiggling with the movements. He hurriedly slips on his too small shirt, it barely covering his stomach, the very bottom of his belly not covered, and leaves for his job, late and kinda hungry. ((On AO3 as Mcdonalds by quietdetective))

((This was a lot of fun to write and I hope you like it!))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Once the game ended John grew rather fond of cakes and pastries. Maybe it was because he missed his dad so much that he just wanted to spend time with him, making cakes and later eating them. Or maybe it was how easy it was to fall into a simple routine of baking everyday. But either way John ended up eating quite a lot of said pastries, most of what he and his dad made never failed to have at least one slice or piece pass through his lips and to his stomach. Sometimes he nearly ate the whole thing, while his dad was just happy that he finally wasn't avoiding it anymore. Needless to say John ended up gaining quite a bit of weight. He had thick thighs, that constantly rubbed together, almost affectionately, a large plush bubble butt, a nice plump belly that jiggled when he walked and most of the time even moved, along with some chubby breasts and cheeks, a double chin appearing soon as well. While the young man was oblivious to these changes, others around his were not. While Jade and Rose lived in different states than him, the two Strider boys noticed almost at the same time. Dave noticed one day at lunch, when talking to John he noticed how much softer he looked than normal, and how when he was sitting, or even standing, his belly always seemed to be hanging slightly over his waist, and soon even more so. He couldn't really help but fall for the young man months before, and with John being as chunky as he was and still gaining he fell even harder. Needless to say he had a pretty prominent fat kink, and most of the time found it hard not to stare at the other. Especially in gym when he sees his belly jiggling all over as he runs, or how even with being as chubby as he was how obviously strong his arms were. Or how at lunch sometimes he'd eat too much and his stomach was round and heavy. How John would complain about being full and how he'd tease him to try and hide how flustered he was. He often snuggled up to the other while watching movies, John teasing him a bit about how gay it was but let him stay pressed up against his warm, fat side. Dirk on the other hand noticed one day while the two dorks were messing around in the Strider residence. The two were getting ready for a movie night, Dave complaining about John's choice of movies while the other told Dave to shut up and get the snacks and stuff while he put on the movie. While John bent over to place the movie into the DVD player his butt was in the air, showing off to whoever saw it how round and soft and ultimately fat it looked. He peeked at him more, at how his shirt wasn't able to fully cover his stomach, how soft his skin looked, how fucking chubby the boy was. Dirk certainly felt a blush creep onto his face before flashstepping to his room, trying to calm himself down. Needless to say he joined the two that night, pressed up against the tubby boys side while he sat in between the two brothers, both more or less ignoring the movie to secretly spy on the one between them. His dad on the other hand noticed well before them, only helping in keeping his son oblivious by getting him new clothes to replace the old ones soon after it was obvious they would end up ripping if not replaced soon with larger sizes. It wasn't till recently that John realized that he had gained more than a bit of the usual cake weight. What prompted this realization was when he sat down at his computer, the button of his pants popped off, letting the tidal wave of tummy out. It wasn't a lie that the pants had been getting harder and harder to get on, making the tubby young man jump around his room to get it over his thick thighs and even bigger butt. His shirt couldn't cover the bottom of his large belly, which now covered nearly half his lap. He grabs handfuls of his fat, giving his stomach a jiggle, lifting it and letting it go, watching it jiggle a bit before settling on his lap once again. He played with his belly more, feeling a bit flushed with how much he enjoyed it, how much he loved the softness of his body. He got up, having a bit of trouble getting out of the chair but that only fuelled his desire. John strips, messing around in front of a mirror for a while, blushing up a storm. He definitely enjoyed this. A few weeks after this discovery it was obvious he was making more effort of an effort in gaining, while unknowingly making the two Strider boys more and more flustered with his gains.

John’s blush was obvious, painting his chubby cheeks bright red. His shirt was stretched out, giving up on covering his stuffed gut. He decides to pull it off, left in only his underwear, not that it mattered much, as his belly covered his privates nicely. He rubs his stomach gently, still stuffed silly. He couldn’t even get a handful of the normally plush skin, pulled tight from all the baked goods. He lays down, still rubbing his stomach, and falls asleep, not worrying about how hee wouldn’t be able to fit in any of hus clothes the next day, or his computer chair.

Warning: stuffing, rapid weight gain, and sex at the end. Pairing: JohnDave Bottom heavy!stuck in a chair!ectoBiologist [EB] joined chat. ~~ 1 ~~ turntechGodhead [TG] joined chat. ~~ 2 ~~ TG: john TG: hey man EB: dave. TG: what EB: what's up? TG: dude lets go see a shitty movie TG: a new one just came out TG: i heard its supposed to be as dumb as sharknado EB: really? TG: yeah man EB: how could a movie be as dumb as sharknado? TG: hmm... TG: i dont know TG: are you getting up for not TG: or* EB: uhh, why don't we watch a movie on netflix instead? TG: i mean if you really want to but youve kinda been in that chair for a while TG: youve sat down for a longer time than me and im one of the laziest people i know EB: what's wrong with me sitting in my chair? EB: also TG: also what EB: you've sat in your chair for almost 12 hours remember? EB: before anyway TG: hey that was one time and that was because i was doing something important EB: you were watching a livestream recording. TG: shut the hell up *pokes you* EB: you're only mad cause i'm right. *tries to poke you back* TG: *backs up* ha you wont even get up to poke me back EB: that's only cause i'm being lazy. EB: anyway EB: do you want to or not? TG: yeah sure we can chill here and i just remembered when i came here your dad made a cake for us TG: i guess it was my greeting present or something TG: and he bought ice cream to go with it too EB: yeah. he's like that. EB: you can get that stuff while i put on a movie. TG: and you know cake and ice cream is the shit so are we gonna waste it or eat it TG: okay cool EB: yeah. EB: *starts to set up movie stuff* TG: *dave left the room and went to get the cake and ice cream* EB: *he puts on ghostbusters, since dave would be less likely to complain.* EB: *he tries to get up, still firmly stuck* TG: *dave came back with the cake and the container of ice cream and two bowls and spoons. he cut himself a piece and then gave you a piece with some ice cream in it* TG: hey werent you supposed to get the movie on TG: quit being such a lazy ass and put it on TG: *he stood back and waited for you to do it* or am i gonna have to do that too EB: i put it on dumbass. EB: on my laptop. TG: oh TG: of course TG: why would you leave your chair TG: anyway i brought all the shit up here EB: okay. now shut up and get another chair. TG: *he grabs another chair and sits next to you and immediately notices what movie you put on* TG: i knew it EB: yep. now shhh! i'm playing it. *he grabs his plate and plays the movie* TG: *dave gets distracted from the movie from the noises of you eating. he looks over and watches how much quicker john was eating than dave was* TG: damn TG: joey chestnut doesnt have shit on you EB: *he doesn't really notice dave watching him instead of the movie for a while. he looks at dave and raises a brow* EB: what? TG: jsut TG: nothing TG: *he looked back at the screen* TG: just* EB: c'mon. tell me. *he lightly bumps him* TG: i said joey chestnut doesnt have shit on you TG: and i thought he ate fast EB: oh. i'm not eating that fast. TG: es the hot dog eating champion TG: hes* EB: yeah, well i'm not eating that fast dave. TG: im not even halfway through my piece and youre at least half way already EB: yeah, well you eat slow. TG: i give myself time to breathe TG: but i guess you should probably keep your pace because theres still the rest of the cake EB: i do too. like i said i'm not eating that fast. TG: and why would you let it go to waste EB: and what does that mean? TG: and okay TG: well i was just saying that it would just be a shame TG: to waste dadberts cake TG: one of his many cakes EB: you can't expect me to eat a whole cake! it's huge. TG: and TG: come on dude your dad would be happy and probably feel like a damn cake boss if all of his cake was eaten EB: yeah, well maybe you should eat it all then. TG: but i dont want TG: to* EB: i can't. TG: and its not my dad were talking about TG: sure you can EB: that's waaay too much for me. TG: john youve eaten a burrito the size of your head before TG: im pretty sure you can eat that cake EB: that was because you dared me to. and it was smaller than this cake. TG: well i dare you to eat this whole cake EB: also i'm pretty sure i got stuck in the boith we were in for like, an hour after that cause i was stuffed. EB: *booth)) TG: yeah that was pretty damn funny EB: oh shut up. TG: maybe youll get stuck in your chair TG: hell you sit in it all the time TG: it woudlnt matter if you got stuck in it anyway EB: my stomach hurt so much after that. EB: ... TG: so you lived TG: your ice cream is going to melt if you dont hurry up and eat it EB: bluuuh. EB: i don't wat to get more stuck than i already am- TG: wait what TG: *looks at you* EB: *blushes darkly* nothing! TG: *he looks down at you in your chair. he looked at how tight of a squeeze it looked for you to sit in the chair, how big you are, and then looked back up at you* TG: are you stuck EB: of course not! *he was blushing so much, his round cheeks looked like candy apples* TG: prove it EB: no. TG: why not EB: cause i don't wanna. TG: but it shouldnt be such a chore just to prove it EB: why do you want me to prove it so badly? TG: because the more you deny it the more i think youre stuck TG: and if you really werent stuck then you would prove it to me EB: ... *he was still blushing* TG: well TG: can you prove that youre not stuck or not EB: fine, i'm stuck. happy? TG: pfft oh my god TG: i knew it TG: hahaha TG: oh fuck EB: shut up! EB: you're an asshole. TG: i know this TG: i get it from bro EB: help me up then. TG: (test TG: alright *he stood up and grabbed on to your arm and tugged on it* EB: *he tries to help, but your tug was weak* TG: *he tugs again but this time a lot harder* EB: *he was lifted a bit, but hardly enough to get out of the chair* EB: ((stay stuck and eat the cake or get out and otger stuff happens?)) EB: *other)) TG: (did you want nsfw to happen? TG: (or anything sexual? EB: ((i dunno. i don't really care)) TG: (okay) *dave tugged as hard as he could, but couldnt get john out of the chair* TG: *dave sat down back in his chair and panted a few times* damn dude TG: well i tried EB: *he was somehow blushing darker, still very much stuck* EB: yeah.. TG: hey maybe itll break soon though *dave smirked at his comment* EB: oh please god no. that would be too embaresssing. TG: im just fucking with you but eh oh well youll get out eventually TG: but het TG: hey* EB: yeah? TG: theres still the cake TG: and ice cream TG: you cant tell me you dont want that ice cream TG: you fucking love ice cream EB: ...i'll have some of the ice cream then. TG: better eat it before it melts TG: thats the worst TG: *he gives you the container of ice cream* EB: *curses his love of ice cream silently, knowing this bite him in his huge ass later* EB: no bowl? *he raises a brow* TG: well why dirty a bowl when you can just eat it out from the container TG: and now theres no limit to how much you can get TG: well until you eat it all i guess TG: but still you get more than just a few scoops TG: and who complains about more ice cream anyeay TG: anyway* EB: yeah, but almost makes it seem like you want me to eat all of it. TG: maybe i do EB: *he starts eating anyway, the slightly melted ice cream easier to scoop* EB: why? TG: ... TG: not gonna lie egbert.. TG: im kinda diggin the thickness *pokes your fat thigh* EB: oh. *he was surprised to say the least, looking up at him* TG: ..yeah EB: is that why you always dare me to eat alot? TG: not at first TG: at first it was just a normal dare TG: but then i noticed how looked after the first few dares and thats when it started EB: oh, uh, okay. EB: *he eats more* EB: i don't really mind i guess. TG: is that weird to you EB: but, you coulda told me. TG: i didnt know what you would think TG: and usually people arent okay with gaining weight EB: i kinda already was from my dad's baking. EB: you just sped it up a ton. EB: and i don't mind. TG: really EB: i kinda like it too. EB: *he eats more, blushing* TG: ...cool TG: then eat up EB: *he continues eating, really enjoying his ice cream.* TG: *he grabs a fork and cuts another piece of cake for you, and feeds it to you in between bites of ice cream* EB: *he keeps eating, till he gets you to stop cause he was full* TG: *when dave was stopped, he decided to give you a short break. as he waited he looked at your body. how your stomach had grown a bit from eating the cake and ice cream, how your shirt was looking tighter on you, how big your thighs were and how squished together they looked in the chair, and how thick and pudgy your arms and hands were.* oh come on man TG: theres still like half of it left EB: c'mon. give me a short break. *he was pretty full, his stomach slowly getting bigger, like a deflated beach ball they decided to blow up* EB: *john was difinetly chubby, if not fat. he was soft and round all over, and very pear shaped* TG: the longer you drag this out TG: the longer it will take to finish TG: *he held a bit of cake to your face* TG: come on EB: *he opens his mouth, eating the cake* feed me both of them then. EB: the ice cream and cake. TG: will do *he continues to feed you, alternating between giving you bites of ice cream and cake* EB: *he keeps eating, the pace quickening now that dave was feeding him both.* TG: *as he fed you he watched you gradually get bigger and bigger. your shirt was tight on you and was starting to rise up, your pats were definitely tighter and making you have a muffin top. your thighs were starting to spill over the chair. dave looked up at you and saw that you grew a small double chin* TG: *it wasnt too much longer that dave started to hear a creaking noise* EB: *he kept eating, getting to the point of stuffed and passing it soon. he grew bigger and bigger, till finally his pants button popped off, letting his belly spill out onto his thickening lap* EB: *his chair started to creak under his weight, holding him for now.* TG: *by now dave was slightly blushing at the sight* damn TG: theres still more to eat though TG: i have a feeling youll be getting out of that chair soon whether you like it or not EB: plan to stuff me like your prized pig or something? *he looks up at you, well past full* TG: you know it *he fed you the rest of the ice cream, and started feeding you the cake* TG: *as he fed you he heard the chair creak more and more* EB: *he groans a bit, shifting as much as he could. his belly was very distended on his lap* TG: *he looked over your body agian as he fed you, your shirt was past your navel and nearly ripped at the seams, as well as your pants. you grew small moobs that rested on your large belly, and your double shin was showing signs of a third chin. your stomach was covering more of your lap as you ate, and your thighs were sticking out furter from the sides of the chair* TG: *he could see dark stretch marks on your skin* EB: *he keeps eating, breathing shallowly since deep breaths put too much strain on his stuffed belly* EB: bluuh. *he was almost done but he was too full, his stomach was making a lot of noise* TG: * dave fed you until there was just a small amount of cake left. soon after that, the chair had its last creak before it finally gave in and broke under johns massive weight. john fell on the floor with the collapsed and broken chair. as he landed his soft fat spread out on the floor and jiggling, pushing your clothes to the limit and making them rip. they fell off, leaving you naked on the floor. your stomach was convering so much of your lap that it was convering your privates, makeinth need for underwear useless* TG: making the* TG: *dave froze at the sight for a minute and then sat down next to you*...holy shit TG: well...you got out of the chair EB: *he blushed darkly, looking at his much fatter self. he didn't expect to gain so much in one small feeding session. he looks up at dave, biting his lower lip* EB: yeah... you owe me a new chair dave. TG: *dave starting rubbing your globular belly and patting it, making it jiggle along with the rest of you* TG: yeah yeah ill get you a new one *dave couldnt help but look at you, his face getting darker as he looked* EB: *he moand, the rubbing helping his stuffed gut. TG: *he shifted uncomfortably in his pants* TG: you uh.. TG: did good EB: *he looks at him, seeing him blushing* t-thanks. EB: you okay there dave? TG: oh uh.. TG: i- TG: y-yeah TG: its all good TG: just peachy TG: chill TG: chiller than ice TG: vanilla ice wishes his could be as cool as me EB: you've got a huge boner don't you. TG: *dave looked down at the bulge in his pants and then back up at you*..mhm TG: you look really good like this EB: rub my belly more and you can fuck me. *he says, trying to sound cool but he was blushing furiously* TG: o-okay *dave immediately started rubbing big circles on your belly* EB: *he moans, his tummy making a ton of noise before quietening slowly, still stuffed but more bearable* TG: *dave kept rubbing until he got the okay from you* EB: i-i think i'm okay now. EB: *he shifts, every movement he makes making at least one chunky part of him jiggle* TG: *dave smirks at you jiggling, and then he sits on top of your belly, where your hips would be* TG: *as he sat down, a quiet groan made its way out of dave* EB: *he groans as well, the pressure making it hurt again but not too badly* TG: *dave gripped your soft love handles and began to slowly roll his hips against your fat* ngh.. TG: ...fuck EB: *he moans, seriousky turned on* TG: *he slipped off his pants, socks and shoes and sat back on you. when he sat on you he noticed it made you bounce and jiggle. dave got the idea to bounce on your stomach to make you jiggle and bounce more* TG: *he watched as your man boobs nearly bounce against your face, making him let out another moan* EB: dave! *he was blushing, the movement feeling really weird. but not really in a bad way* TG: *after that dave started grinding his hips against you harder and faster than he first did. he watched you violently shake. dave was oblivious to your voice* TG: mmhh... TG: shhit TG: *dave breath started to pick up* EB: *his man boobs were soft and pretty big, resting ontop his gigantic belly. he moans loudly* dave~! EB: fuck. *he bites his lip to try and keep quiet, not knowing if his dad was home* EB: a-are~ you gonna, fuck me, dave? TG: ill get to it*a few moments later dave got off of you and stood beside you* can you turn over and get on your elbows and knees* EB: okay... *he has a bit of trouble but manages to get on his hands and knees, his large gut pressing against the floor, his thick thighs soft and his large bubble butt sticking in the air* TG: oh fuck.... TG: ill fuck you if i can even get in your asshole EB: do you even have lube? TG: *he swatted at your thick and round ass, making it jiggle, along with some of your huge thick thighs* TG: ...no TG: but we can make it work TG: ill just do something else EB: *he moans, biting his lip again* check my top drawer dumbass if ya wanna fuck my asshole. TG: dude i seriously dont think i can get in it EB: okay. TG: even if i go balls deep it would still probably be in between your ass cheeks TG: i have something else in mind though EB: what are you gonna do? TG: lay on your back again TG: *he gets the lube from your drawer* EB: *he does so, having to go on his elbows just to see you over his belly* TG: *he comes back with the lube and he started to lift your thick and heavy legs up. he grunted at first, but eventually got your legs up and resting on his shoulders.* TG: *he squirted the lube in between the fat of your thighs and rubbed them to get them slick. they jiggled around as he rubbed them* TG: *when he was ready he pushed himself in between your soft and squishy thighs, moaning out loud again* ohh... TG: *dave started out slow, but gradually picked up his pace like when he was humping your stomach* TG: *the harder and faster dave moved, the more you jiggled and moved back and forward with his movements, making dave harder and moan more* TG: *eventually dave was moving hard and fast enough to make a slapping noise against your fat as it jiggled violently, and never stopping. it drove dave over the edge and made him orgasm and cry out loud as he finished. he came in between your thighs, making them a sticky and wet mess* turntechGodhead [TG] disconnected.

"One more spoonful" he said, for the what seemed to be the hundredth time. None the less you force your mouth open and accept the cold treat. It slides easily down your throat, but makes your stomach turn. You were well past full, having a large dinner with countless extra servings (he loved feeding you, and no doubt counted how many servings you had to feed you more next time) and now you were having dessert. It was ice cream, your favourite. Your belly was stuffed though, heavy and round on your lap, big enough to fully cover it. Your shirt could hardly contain it though, nearly to your navel now. You had gotten pretty big the last few months, ever since he started to show his interest in you growing, but not in height. You had thick thighs, where it seemed a lot of your extra weight went, round chunky arms, a large plump belly, with nice chubby cheeks and a bit of a double chin. You feel him grab your fat thigh, moaning a bit as he feeds you more of the melting dessert. It was getting to the point you were painfully full, when he starts to rub your belly, praising you for how much you managed to eat. He must have realized you were stuffed to the brim. He pushes down on your belly, making you moan. He grins a bit before going back to rubbing, making you remember just how large you are. You were sitting in the dining room, Dave saying it was because more food could fit on the table and it was closer to the kitchen but you suspected it was cause he loved seeing you get stuck in chairs. Which wasn't uncommon now, most chairs could barely contain your large squishy self, and usually you needed his help just to get out again. He squeezes the bottom of your tummy, where it wasn't quite stretch from how much you ate. You can tell how much he enjoys seeing you like this, stuffed full and stuck. It just made it more obvious how much you gained. After a while he helps you up, your large thighs and ass getting stuck in the chair, and helps you to your room. You waddle more than walk, thighs rubbing together affectionately. He leads you to your room and lays down with you, rubbing your stuffed belly and praising you still. You weren't sure which you liked more. You were a bit embarressed at how much of a glutton he's made out of you, how much he's helped you gain, but you can't say you didn't like it.