You Are Fattening Up Now

Contains: rapid female weight gain

Originally posted on DeviantArt:

Maria sat slouched on the couch in her apartment's living room, playing Animal Crossing on her switch. As she was digging up fossils, her roommate Anna was pacing back and forth between her bedroom and the bathroom, anxiously fretting with her hair and clothes. Any signs of dishevelment and unkemptness were hunted down and dealt with, only to be undone as she redid her hair, her makeup or changed outfit.

"Girl, relax," Maria called out in a bored voice. "Everything will turn out fine. This isn't a beauty contest, you already know he likes you."

Anna stopped midtrack and took a deep breath. Turning to her roommate, she sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm just, I'm worried, that's all. Worried that his expectations are high now after our first date."

"So you're telling me that you're not as worried about looking good now as you are about looking too good before?" Maria said with a smirk, setting her game down.

"Shut up," Anna giggled, "you know that's not what I meant."

"Still, that's not how guys think. He agreed to a second date, that's all you need to know. What guys do think about, on the other hand, is what happens after the second date. Y'know, I can leave town for the evening when you two come back, leave the place all for yourselves..."

Anna rolled her eyes but resumed her pacing, nervous now about the implication Maria was hinting.

"It's too early for that," she called out from her room, sorting through different outfits again. "But," she said meekly, peeking her head out her doorway, "will you be out this evening?... Just in case?"

"Whatever you want. I can disappear, you won't even know I'm gone."

"Alright. Well, as long as you don't pull some pervert invisibility crap."

"Oh, I haven't done that a while, you mean like this?"

And with that, she waved her hands in the air in a peculiar manner. Anna felt a tingle at the back of her neck as if static coursed through the room and suddenly her roommate vanished out of thin air.

"OoOoOo," Maria said in a ghostly voice, "don't forget to wear protectioOoOoOon."

They both laughed, and Anna calmed down a bit more as Maria reappeared, grinning.  Her magic was often aptly used for comedic effect, even with simple tricks like this. She had to keep it simple, though, as she technically wasn't allowed to use her powers in public around the common folk.

Anna, though, was someone Maria could trust to keep her witch abilities low-key. But in her apartment with just Anna, she could allow herself a bit of liberty when she was away on break from her special training. She would only make use of the occasional telekinesis, mind reading and other small cantrips to make life easier, and not to mention to mess with her roommate. Although she did talk about the much greater extent that her skills can reach, very rarely did she make use of them around her.

"Anyway, now that we're on this topic, when do you think you'll be back?"

"Well, um, you can't really plan out how long a date is going to last, that also depends on Jeremy."

"Fine, in that case I might just leave sometime in the evening. Now go worry somewhere else, I've got some fossils to sell."

As Anna returned to the bathroom to check up on herself, Maria returned to the calm of her game.

Not five minutes later her nervous roommate came back, holding two shirts in her hands, topless save for her bra.

"Quick, he's coming in around 10 minutes, which one do I wear?"

Maria sighed. She was getting tired of Anna's restlessness and overthinking over something she felt wasn't a big deal. She looked at the loose open-shoulder top in one hand, the smaller, tight t-shirt in the other, a bit low-cut, and then moved her eyes in between, at her trim, well kept figure. She grinned as an idea sparked in her head, a way to mess with her.

Anna is nervous? I'll give her something to stress about.

"Wear the tight one," she suggested, her smile widening. "I think you'll grow into it well."

Anna looked at both one last time before nodding.

"And wear your skinny jeans, it will match," Maria added.

"Alrighty," Anna agreed, relieved to have delegated the decision to someone else.

"Well mister Jeremy will be here soon, I'll retreat to my cavern and leave you guys be."

As she got up from the couch and walked to her bedroom, Maria allowed herself the rare indulgence of casting higher level magic in her apartment, mumbling the words to a fun spell she'd been saving for a while, never sure until this point when she could make use of it.

"Have fun, you two kids don't get into any trouble now," the witch said before closing her door, a satisfied smirk on her face. Her spell was complete. She even began to giggle in anticipation of its effects.

Anna will be gaining one pound of fat per minute, starting now.

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Anna finished dressing up and anxiously began waiting for the remaining 10 minutes to pass before Jeremy would arrive. As suggested she had slipped into the tight-fitting clothes which hugged her curves nicely. Pacing around, she must have worked herself up too much, she thought; she was feeling clamped up, as if her clothes were constricting her, making it harder to breath. But of course not, it was just her nerves.

She stopped and took a deep breath, trying to relax. Her date will be here any minute. She looks fine, he's going to look great, they're going to have a nice time together. And who knows what might happen next.

That line of thinking brought back her stress and Anna began pacing again, trying to clear her thoughts. Finally, the doorbell rang and her heart leaped in her chest.

He's here.

She took another deep breath, straightened her posture, and as she walked to the door, she unconsciously tried readjusting her shirt. God, that tight feeling won't go away.

"Hi Jeremy!" she said with a beaming smile as she opened the door.

"Hello Anna, you look lovely!"

"Thanks, you look great too. Come on in."

As she held the door open, her date stepped in, smiling. He was a handsome, athletic looking guy, casually dressed. His tall, nearly 6 foot frame somewhat overshadowed Anna's petite 5'4" self. She took some time to take in the sight of him, his handsome looks melting away any of her anxieties, and herself melting a bit at the earlier compliment.

Jeremy too eyed up his date, happy to be dating such a pretty girl. But for the briefest moment, not enough for him to realize he did so, but enough to catch Anna's attention, he glanced at her midsection. He felt that something was... off, but couldn't quite place it. In his mind flashed pictures of her in her dating profile, and his thoughts lingered for a moment longer on a picture of her in a bikini she boldly put up, highlighting her trim figure and modest but prominent curves.

The feeling of confusion vanished as he took his eyes off her stomach.

"It's a nice place you have here," and with that the polite pleasantries began as she lead him inside. They caught up a bit since their last and first date, and reminded themselves of some of the details shared back then. Classic small talk passed between them for some time before they eventually made their way to the couches in her living room.

Once Anna sat down, some odd sensations took her by surprise. First, the waistband of her pants dug slightly into her. Then, she noticed that the fabric of her pants rubbed and constricted her thighs unusually. Even for skinny jeans this was more than she was used to, and she never felt them being this tight at her waist. Finally, she had to restrain a small yelp as she passed a hand across the sore part of her stomach. It felt soft.

She looked down, and was at first confused, then shocked, to see her t-shirt slightly bowing outwards. The tight shirt seemed to be hugging a small roll, constricted over her waistband.

Her and Jeremy's conversation had paused, and she noticed the sudden silence. She glanced up and, mortified, saw that he had followed her gaze down to her middle. He quickly lifted his eyes and met hers.

"You look worried, is something wrong?" he asked as if he didn't notice anything. Anna got up suddenly.

"Uh, yeah- no, don't worry. Um, I'll be back, okay? It'll be just a minute." She stumbled on her words, scared and nervous and not sure why she was feeling that way. Face turning red, she hastily made her way to the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, Anna let out a deep breath, and went to the sink to splash some water on her face. She looked up at her reflection, and thought she looked a bit puffy. Was this also due to the stress? What was she freaked out about again?

She looked back down to her stomach. No longer sitting down, what she could swear was a roll wasn't anywhere to be seen, but this didn't feel right. Her t-shirt was still oddly tight. Anna placed a hand on her midsection and drew in her breath sharply. It still felt soft, giving in to her touch.

Heart beating, already anticipating what she will see, she brought shaking hands to the hem of her shirt and lifted it off. This proved more difficult than she was used to, as if it clung to her skin more tightly. Shirtless, she looked at herself in the mirror, instinctively searching for her usual signs of fitness she took pride in.

But they were nowhere to be seen.

Instead a smooth layer of fat covered her stomach and sides, not enough to form rolls or a belly, but thick and soft nonetheless, indicating the beginning of a bulge bowing outwards at her front. Blinking in disbelief, she ran her hands across it, and removed them quickly with a little cry at the touch of her soft flesh, as if touching something hot. She had felt the beginning of an outwards curve, something she never expected to be within her own set of curves.

"Holy shit, how..." She couldn't finish her sentence in her shock, and brought her hands to her face. She backed away from the mirror and sat on a stool behind her. Looking down again, now that she was sitting and shirtless, the fat at her front bunched up and actually did form a few visible rolls. These spread to her sides and accompanied what she was equally surprised to see: love handles.

Anna shot off the stool and walked to her scale to weigh herself. Waiting for the digital display to show, she thought to herself that she could have sworn just this morning she was no more than 125 pounds. After a few seconds, the readout showed 141 pounds.

Her eyes widened and she clasped her hands on her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

"What the fuck?" she whispered. "How could I gain over 15 pounds without noticing?"

Anna stared at the number in disbelief. A few seconds later, it changed to 142, but she was too shocked to process the change.

"When did I get this fat?"

She had known from friends that the Freshman 15 was a real thing but was always adamant it would never happen to her. Besides, she thought, it doesn't happen this fast.

Anna looked back at her reflection, and got a better look at herself. The slight protrusion of her stomach was making itself shown by lapping ever so slightly over her waistband. Speaking of which, the tight feeling of her pants hadn't gone away. She placed her hands on her ass. Did it also feel bigger? And her chest, was she just imagining that her bra felt tighter? Her face was still puffy too. This definitely wasn't just stress.

She brought a hand to her side and was appalled to find that she could pinch a significant amount of fat. Glancing down again, she noticed the readout go up to 143. This time she frowned.

"Anna? Is everything alright? I'm getting worried here," Jeremy called out.

She snapped her gaze away from the scale, remembering her date was still waiting outside.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine, I'll be out now." Now knowing what else to do or say, she slid her small t-shirt back on and started to leave, noticing how much it hugged her now. Giving one last look at her reflection, she couldn't help but worry about how it looked like she was developing a belly, highlighted by the shirt.

God, for sure he'll notice, if he hadn't already. What does he think about my size?

With these newfound self-conscious thoughts racing in her head, she left the bathroom with a forced smile.

"Well," Jeremy said, standing up. "Our reservation is coming up soon. We'd better get going, don't you think?"

"Hm? Oh, the restaurant! Yes, I'm sure we'll have a great time there."

As they walked outside to his car, Anna sighed in relief that he didn't seem to have noticed anything. Once in the car, Jeremy set the GPS, which estimated a 10 minute trip. During the drive, they exchanged further pleasantries, but Anna was a bit quieter than usual, feeling uncomfortable, both in her body and in her clothes. As the minutes ticked by, she could feel her skinny jeans clamp further onto her slowly growing thighs, and she would often fidget in her seat trying to adjust the feeling of the fabric on her.

When they arrived, Anna was unknowingly 28 pounds fatter. And it began to show. After removing her seat belt, while still in the middle of her conversation with Jeremy, she noticed how sore her waist felt from the constriction of her waistband. Discretely passing a hand across it, hoping to relieve whatever discomfort she was feeling, blood drained from her face. All she felt was an even deeper softness as her hand pressed into fat. Thicker, softer fat.

She couldn't help but glance down, mid-sentence and mouth agape, and where before was just the sight of concealed pudge was now definitely thicker rolls of fat curving out into the beginning of a belly, overlapping her waistband and squeezed under her tight pushed out t-shirt.

"Anna?"

Her hand was still frozen in place, resting under her paunch when she looked at Jeremy, and this time his eyes didn't leave her stomach to meet hers. His face had a look of concern.

"Anna, are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh, you know-"

"Yeah yeah," she interrupted, "I'm okay, just uh, bloated, that's all."

"You sure? You're alright to go eat?"

"Yeah don't worry, let's go."

"Alright."

Before he left the car, he gave one last glance towards her. Instead of her belly, his eyes found their way to her chest. He felt confused again, did they seem bigger? He didn't risk lingering his stare so he got out.

Now that she was alone in the car, Anna looked down again. This time she saw her arms, even they looked thicker. She continued rubbing the sore part of her waist, and raised her hand over the curve of her rolls. Giving them a squeeze, she winced at how flabby she felt.

What was going on?

Once inside the restaurant and seated at their reserved table, they looked at the menu in silence, waiting for the waiter to come by. It was a busy day, and none seem to be able to stop at their table for now.

Anna had quickly made a point of propping up the menu in front of her to hide herself from Jeremy, still unsure what was happening to her. Even though the bulk of her body was hidden behind the menu and under the table, with his height, Jeremy could still see a bit over the pamphlet. Glancing over his own menu to look at her, he could only see her face and torso, so he was unaware of the changes happening to the rest of her body.

He did notice that her face looked oddly fuller, but didn't pay much attention, for he was distracted by something more enticing. With her low-cut t-shirt, now too small, he had a good view of her cleavage. He could definitely see that her chest was somehow a bit bigger. He looked back down quickly, not wanting to look like a pervert, but every so often would take another quick peak. This soon resulted in a growing pressure in his pants, which he shifted awkwardly to adjust.

Jeremy wasn't the only one at the table with an uncomfortable tight feeling in their clothes. As the minutes ticked by, Anna felt every bit of fabric on her continue to strain further. She was only pretending to be reading the menu; she was in fact looking down at herself, stunned by what she was seeing.

Her shirt clung to every new curve and roll of her belly and sides, to the point where a small strip of fat was exposed around her waist. Discretely bringing her hand down, she tried pulling down her shirt, but it would slide back up, only revealing more of her flab. She saw how her pants had stretched across her wider thighs, and definitely felt it. She even felt a pinch around her chest and back as her bra now seemed to be getting too small as well.

Around 10 minutes since they arrived, with no waiter in sight, Anna couldn't take it anymore; the constriction at her waist was too much. Keeping the menu propped up, she brought both hands to the top of her pants. She felt appalled at the realization that she could actually fit them under her belly, which was now round and prominent, the rolls having merged together somewhat. A full inch of belly fat was exposed by her shirt slowly riding up the curve of her stomach.

Lifting the flab a little, she reached for the button, pulled taut by her flab and the increased girth of her bottom. Trying to unbutton it, she found out that it was pulled too tightly for her to do anything. Looking up at Jeremy, who was still studying the menu, apparently, and around her, she made sure no one was looking. She was about to do something unprecedented for her: suck in her gut.

Anna tried again to unbutton her pants, but she found that even with the bit of extra room, there was no hope. She released her breath in frustration, but with the sudden movement, she heard a *pop*, followed by an instant release of pressure, then a confused sound coming from Jeremy. Eyes wide, she looked up at him, who was looking at the floor, and then she brought her eyes back down to herself.

Her button popped off. And it hit Jeremy under the table.

Free from its constraint, her belly flowed outwards, opening fully the zipper at her crotch and filling in the space. The flood of fat caused her shirt to ride up a bit more, uncovering her navel and the line at that level separating her two prominent stomach rolls. Her face turned white.

Jeremy bent over and picked up the button that had shot off and hit his leg.

"What's this?" he asked.

Mortified, Anna abruptly rose from her chair, bringing the attention of her date and others around to her. For just a moment Jeremy caught sight of her fatter, exposed belly, as well as her overall thicker body and his eyes widened just before she realized and tugged her shirt down.

"Wait, what the-"

Anna turned around and ran towards the bathroom before he could finish. He got up from his chair to go after her but just then the waiter came by and asked if everything was alright. Jeremy paused to tell him to come back later, but when he looked back in the direction Anna left, he couldn't see her anymore. Puzzled, he decided to sit back down. He looked at the button he still held in his hand. Was this from her pants?

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Closing and locking the door behind her, Anna took in deep breaths to calm herself. That cannot just have happened. She placed a hand on her belly and grabbed a large handful of flab. No, this is real.

Walking towards the mirror of the restaurant bathroom, she hesitated a second before turning and looking at herself. The shock nearly made her faint. The difference between how she looked back at home versus now was big. She was big. Bigger, fatter. Fatter? That's not possible, this can't be fat.

As she studied her new body and tried processing everything, Jeremy was waiting at the table nervously. He knew something was up with Anna, he didn't understand what he saw when he looked at her, but she was clearly upset. He texted her asking if everything was alright, but she didn't respond. He wasn't sure what he should do, so he decided to give her some time alone.

Waiters came and went, and he sat there, tapping his feet anxiously, for around 10 minutes, occasionally shooting another inquisitive text. With his last one still not receiving a reply, he stood up and wrote a final text: I'm coming over, I'm worried about you.

At the bathroom door, he knocked softly.

"Anna, are you okay? I know you're in there."

"Leave me alone," she responded meekly.

"Anna please, open the door. I can't just leave you here."

A long pause followed. Then, he heard footsteps and the door unlocking, then more footsteps as she backed away. He waited to see if she would open the door, but after nothing happened, he pulled it open himself.

"Listen, Anna, if I upset you or..." he began while walking inside, but the words caught in his throat and he gasped when he saw her, standing and facing him.

Her full self, 50 minutes after the spell, standing at 175 lbs. 50 pounds of fat on her once petite frame was a lot, and really showed. Her thighs, thick, her hips and ass, wide, her belly, uncovered and round, her chest, fuller, her arms, flabbier, her face, chubby, beet red and on the verge of tears.

"Woah! You're so fat!" Jeremy cried out. "Uh, I mean, you look fat, wait no, uhh..."

Anna buried her face in her hands and turned away as he tried back peddling on his words.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry," he quickly added, approaching her, "I didn't mean any of that. You can't be fat, that doesn't make any sense."

"Then what am I?!" she cried back, facing him again, her eyes watery. "Look at me! What's all this?" She grabbed at her sides and shook them for emphasis.

"It... it must be an allergic reaction, causing swelling or something," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the jiggling she just caused across her bare belly, strangely hypnotized.

"R-really? It could be that?" she sniffled and wiped a tear. "That would make sense, I guess. But my clothes feel so tight, I can't even cover my stomach anymore."

As if on cue, she went to go sit down on the toilet, the only seat in the room. As she plopped down on the seat, the quick spread of her thighs won over the strained fabric of her skinny jeans and tore at the seams on its sides. Bulges of thigh fat poked out and Anna gave a small shriek.

"Oooh, shit. My pants..."

Jeremy's eyes widened at the sight of her flab spilling out of her broken jeans. He found it hard to look away for some reason.

"Jeremy, I swear it was like I kept getting bigger the whole time since we left, even in here, I don't understand."

He snapped out of it and looked up at her face. He began to panic a bit.

"If it really is an allergic reaction, we need to get you to an emergency room as soon as possible."

"Okay. Should we call an ambulance?"

"No, I'll drive. Here, let me help you get up."

They walked out of the bathroom in silence, Jeremy holding her hand in one hand and putting his other over her shoulder. Passing through the crowded restaurant, the couple got strange looks from customers, surprised to see a scantly dressed fat girl in broken clothes being lead away by her date. Passing by their table, he hastily dropped a wad of money on it in front of a confused waiter.

During the walk to the car he thought back to how he found her suddenly looking fatter, how her pants ripped, how her shirt couldn't cover her belly. He again found himself having to deal with a growing pressure in his pants, this time for different reasons, reasons he didn't understand.

At the car, he opened the door for her for her to sit.

"Wait, my pants are too tight and are breaking off anyway. I need to take them off."

"Uh, alright then, don't mind me."

She bent over and pulled them off. Trying to be polite he looked away. But when she was done he still insisted to help her get in, and thus got a view of her now chunky thighs and calves, as well as her padded ass. He went to go sit in his seat, still trying to hide his embarrassment.

As for Anna, she was beyond embarrassed. Sitting next to her date pants-less, her small strained panties barely visible under her rolls, rolls themselves forming into a protruding belly unable to be covered by her too small shirt, she wanted to disappear.

And with that, they drove off.

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The first problem was that Anna lived far away from any emergency center or hospital. She wasn't in the city but on the outskirt. The second was that it was now the end of work rush hour, and traffic jams ensued.

"Shit," Jeremy swore after some time navigating the traffic. "GPS says it will take no less than 50 minutes. Are you feeling alright? Can you breath?"

"Yeah, I don't feel anything wrong, other than, you know, all this," she emphasized by placing both hands on her gut. She died a bit inside at the feeling of how soft it was and how much she could press into it. Allergic reaction or not, Jeremy was right, she thought. She did look fat. She was fat, indeed, and getting fatter.

Jeremy took a moment while the car was at a halt to get a good look at her as she held her belly. He swallowed and had to fight to tear off his gaze and return his eyes to the road, wanting to keep staring for some reason. Before he looked away, he saw her rounder-looking face, which was ringed with a fat roll under her neck, pushed out as she bowed her head to look at herself.

The minutes rolled by as they made their way closer to the emergency center, Anna slowly fattening up. As they inched their way through traffic, so did her belly inch forward bit by bit, steadily forcing her shirt to ride up higher, and soon encroaching her meaty thighs.

Although they couldn't really see it happen, her body relentlessly swelled out little by little. She would only realize this after shifting in her seat uncomfortably, having to pull on her seat belt to give herself more room. Just a bit more wobble was added, just a bit greater a curve was noticed, and her hands found their way further and further away from her as she periodically felt the status of her growing belly.

Jeremy noticed too each time he glanced at her that she was wider, taking up more space, her side getting closer to his hand as he went to shift gears. He couldn't stop himself from staring, entranced by her odd swelling, although mostly worried, of course. He also couldn't help but notice the increased size of her breasts and the larger indentation of her cleavage as their growth stretched out the far too small t-shirt, now almost acting as a second bra with how much it had ridden up. I wonder how her bra is holding up? He found himself thinking, starting to sweat a bit.

As if she read his mind, Anna grunted and shifted in her seat again.

"Okay now it's getting harder to breath."

"What? Hold on, we're almost there!"

"No don't worry, it's just... it's just my bra. It's getting too tight around my chest and back. I need, uh, I need to take it off."

An awkward pause followed.

"Do what you gotta do."

Without wasting any more time, she reached behind her back to attempt to unclasp the hooks. Having unknowingly surpassed 200 pounds some time ago, this proved much more difficult than she imagined, since her bra was pulled taut around her wider torso. She had to put in a lot of effort to first pull them closer, arching her back and straining.

The resulting movements caused her larger bust and belly to jut out, which drove Jeremy mad as he watched from the corner of his eye and made it near impossible to focus on the road.

Having finally unclasped her bra, Anna breathed a sigh of relief. The rest was easily removed from under her shirt and she placed the stretched-out bra on her lap. At this point her gut was touching the growing shelf of her thighs, Jeremy noted, and that definitely wasn't the case when they first left from the restaurant. What is going on? Why is she still getting bigger?

They finally arrived at the hospital parking lot a bit after the predicted time, over 50 pounds of fat later. Jeremy went to open Anna's door and helped heft her 226 pound body out. With a grunt she stood up, arms supported by her freaked out date. Taking a step back, he gawked at her and her round, flabby body, her decency preserved solely by her barely visible underwear and the strained fabric of her t-shirt revealing the near entirety of her belly.

"Okay I swear you look way bigger than before, this is freaking me out. Are you sure you're feeling fine? Any allergies you forgot?"

"I'm telling you, all I feel is tighter and heavier. I feel, well, I feel fat."

"What? How? How could you be heavier? How could this be fat?" He didn't want to admit it, but deep down he knew what she looked like was a fatter version of earlier Anna.

"This isn't an allergic reaction," she insisted, "it doesn't work this way. This isn't swelling or water retention or whatever. It's definitely, just, fat."

"It can't be that either, that doesn't make any sense. You can't just magically get fat like that."

"No of course not, that's not poss-" she choked on her words as realization dawned on her. She looked down at herself, at her fat body, and grabbed a large handful of flab, as if confirming the idea that formed in her head.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..."

"What?" he said.

"That absolute bitch! She did this!" On that note she turned around and stormed back towards the car. She grabbed her phone and called her roommate as Jeremy watched, confused.

After an excruciatingly long wait, Maria finally picked up. "Hey girl, what's up? Having a swell time?"

"What did you do to me?" she roared at the phone.

"What? Me? Nothiiiing, why do you ask?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Me? Fat chance."

"Cut the bullshit Maria. You made me get fucking fat. Turn me back!"

"Ooooooooooh," her roommate said in an exaggerated voice. "Yeah I think I might know what you're talking about." She chuckled.

"Undo your magic."

"How long has it been? Hold on." She whistled as she checked the time. "Damn girl, you put on over a hundred pounds you know? I kept telling you to lay off the cookies but did you listen? Nooooo."

"Maria! I'm serious! I blew up in front of Jeremy, everyone at the restaurant probably saw me get fat. I'm practically naked now, and I'm here with him about to enter the hospital. You gotta undo this!"

"Alright, fine. But I can't do anything from a distance. We need to meet back at our place." Anna could practically hear her mischievous grin through the receiver.

"What?? But I'm still getting fatter, clearly whatever shit curse you put on me makes me fatter as time goes on."

"One pound a minute," she said nonchalantly.

"Wow. You really thought this through, asshole. And thanks for the 'small t-shirt' and 'skinny jeans' suggestion, I fucking broke through my pants and my shirt can't even cover me with my belly being so big, and my tits are huge!"

"Aww c'mon, I'm sure you look great. You always complained about being small chested. I'm sure Jeremy thinks you look cute."

Anna turned to glance at him, who was indeed staring at her, but probably for the wrong reasons, she thought.

"Alright that's enough. Can't you just teleport here?"

"You know I can't use my magic in public. You have to come here, it's really the only way."

Anna groaned in frustration.

"So what, I'm just gonna have to continue growing fatter until we reach you? Do you know how far away we are?"

Maria giggled on the other end. "Oh yes I do."

Anna let out an angry sigh and hung up abruptly before turning to Jeremy.

"We gotta go back, quick."

"Wh-what's this about? Magic?"

"Long story. My roommate is some kind of witch, you're not supposed to know this but fuck her. Basically she made me fat and I'm still getting fatter. I'll explain on the way. Let's go!

As she sat down in her seat, Jeremy stood next to her for some time, mouth ajar, still staring. He swallowed hard before breaking the silence.

"So, it's not an allergic reaction then, you really are fat- I mean, it really is just fat..."

"It's okay, you can say it. I am fat."

Another awkward silence passed between them.

"Can I... can I touch you?" Jeremy asked, his mouth dry

Anna looked up at him, surprised at the request, and confused at the look she saw in his face. She looked down at herself, and without saying a word, simply nodded.

Eyes glued to her fat gut, he brought a shaking hand towards it. He pressed it in, touching it for the first time, feeling how surprisingly deep it sunk in. He lifted his eyes and met hers looking back wide-eyed, and immediately withdrew his hand. He gazed at it, as if he just touched something he shouldn't have, or committed something taboo, but looking back at Anna, her big eyes remained unfazed.

Taking a deep breath, he found himself bringing his hand back to the soft flesh of her stomach. This time he took the time to properly feel what he now knew was fat. He locked eyes with Anna before giving her belly fat a gentle squeeze. Sliding his hand across its curve, he brought it to her side and grabbed a love handle.

He removed his hand and took a step back. He didn't know what to say.

"Wow, I, uh..."

"Jeremy."

"Huh?"

"We got to get going. Now."

He blinked, then remembered. She was still getting bigger.

"Yes, right on it."

And with that, they were off, Jeremy trying his best to quickly navigate through the continued traffic as the minutes and pounds piled on.

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"...so yeah, she can only undo this at my place," Anna said as she finished recapping her phone call with her prankster roommate.

"That's insane. I'm so sorry, Anna."

"Ugh, but the worst part is that with the time it takes to get there I'll have fattened up even more," she bemoaned, bringing a hand to her gut.

The thought of that happening got stuck inside Jeremy's head, agitating him in ways he was still trying to process. He couldn't help but wonder how long it would take, how many pounds later she will arrive with.

"Shit, it looks we still have another 50 minutes like before," he said after looking at the GPS. "So that's, uh..."

"50 more pounds of fat on my body. Great." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back with a whimper.

"Well like you said, Maria will turn you back to normal once we get there, no matter how fat you- um, no matter how much weight you put on. Everything will be alright."

He found himself reaching out and putting a hand on her thigh to comfort her, giving it a few pats. He let his hand linger on it for a bit longer, feeling how soft and wide it had gotten, just like her belly earlier. Lost in the sensation of flab under his fingers, his hand stayed there for just a second too long, until Anna glanced at him. Looking back at her, he snapped out of it and retracted his hand. An awkward silence followed as they continued their ride without saying a word.

All the while she continued swelling. Her seat belt would press more into her plump, widening belly, which she would occasionally have to tug to giver herself more room. Her gut slowly spread out further along her thickening lap.

Eventually Anna could no longer endure a new discomfort: the strain of her ridiculously small t-shirt around her chest. At this point it had fully ridden the mound of her blubbery belly and struggled to contain within its stretched fabric the mass of her bulging breasts. Doughy flesh had even begun to be squeezed and to spill out the top.

"Okay, now my shirt is making it harder to breath, it's gotten way too small."

Jeremy shot a glance at her, noticing again how bigger her tits were and wider she was in her back, how each melon-like orb seemed ready to burst out of their confines. Anticipating what she was going to have to do, he grew even more nervous and excited.

"I'm... I'm going to have to take it off as well. Just, don't look. I mean, keep your eyes on the road, please."

"....Do what you gotta do," he said once more, starring straight ahead.

Anna dug her fingers underneath her breasts where the hem of her shirt was hidden, caught between the top of her belly and under her chest. Grabbing hold of the hem, she went to lift it, but immediately realized that her tits were somewhat stuck, too constricted by the shirt. Each time she pulled up trying to pry them free, her large breasts lifted with the motion. All of this Jeremy caught a glimpse as his eyes would twitch in her direction. His breathing grew quicker.

Finally, with one swift tug upwards, her heavy, bulbous tits dropped out and flopped onto the shelf of her gelatinous gut. She followed this by quickly pulling up her shirt over her head. Jeremy, although trying his best not to look, couldn't help but use those precious moments when her shirt obstructed her view to turn and see the moment her exposed breasts were released and fell out with a jiggly landing.

He turned his gaze back to the road just as Anna finished removing her shirt, breathing heavily and beginning to sweat again. She immediately covered herself with her arms, themselves flabby enough to properly hide the large mass of her chest. Shooting an embarrassed look at him, she noticed how nervous he seemed, as if he felt guilty of something.

She turned away, her face red. She knew he had looked.

Anna had wanted him to see her naked, sure, but not like this. Not when she had the fat body of a whale. He must think I'm disgusting, she thought to herself, unaware that Jeremy was reeling in ecstasy.

Her growth continued unhindered until they finally arrived at her place just on time. But the time spent out of the car talking to Maria added to her frame as well, ultimately arriving weighing 278 pounds, 153 pounds of fat added in total, more than doubling her original weight.

And it showed. Her round ball of a belly rested heavily on her padded thighs spread wide. As Jeremy helped her climb out of the car, he got a good look at how broad her waist and ass became. Standing there, with her underwear now hidden under her rolls, she was for all intents and purposes naked.

"Look at me now," Anna lamented at her increased size. "Look how fat I've gotten."

Keeping one arm around her chest, she brought a hand down to lift her swollen stomach, cupping a hand under it, feeling how heavy this mass of flab was. She could feel it wobble as she let it drop. She raised her hand to her round chubby face to touch it, feeling a ring of fat around her chins and neck.

Realizing she was now outside, she hastily looked around, scared to see if any neighbors were out too.

"Hurry, let's go in, I don't want to be seen."

Anna tried walking quickly to her apartment but found out soon enough that merely walking was a big task at her size, and soon got winded out. She ended up needing Jeremy's support. This was good as he provided a somewhat limited cover.  Her flabby ass, fully exposed, jiggled with every step as they made their way inside the building. She felt she would die of embarrassment if a neighbor were to come out right then.

Once she opened her apartment door she screamed Maria's name. Her head poked out of her bedroom doorway, a wide smile on her face. She whistled at the sight of her roommate, who was now charging towards her with newfound energy.

"Oh girl look at you- woah woah there calm down," she laughed, backing away.

"You think this is funny? I'm fat! This isn't funny! Change me back now!"

"Alright alright, just give me a moment... to collect myself," she said, stifling laughter.

It was then that Jeremy caught up with Anna, and gently grabbed her shoulder. Even that was fat, he noticed, as his fingers sunk in.

"Hey, uh, before you undo your, um, magic, can I have a moment with Anna? Alone?"

Anna turned to look at him, surprised.

"But she can just change me back, right now. Why wait?"

"Please, it's important. Just, come on."

With that he walked towards what he assumed was her bedroom. Anna, confused, looked at Maria, then back to Jeremy, then, bewildered, went along with him to her room, both arms around her chest.

Once they were inside, he turned to close the door behind them.

"What's this about? I'm not getting any thinner in here, you know," she said, annoyed and anxious.

"I know."

He turned and stared right into her eyes. She fell quiet, unsure what he meant by that. He then moved her eyes down to her belly and began slowly walking towards her.

"Anna I don't understand, but, I mean, just, wow. This is amazing."

"What? What do you mean?" she asked, further confused. "I'm disgusting, I'm ugly, I mean look at me!"

"I am. And you're beautiful."

Shocked, her mouth opened but no words came out. He was now right in front of her, and raised a hand to caress her cheek.

"No," she finally spoke. "Stop it, you're just saying that. I'm fat for god's sake how can you-" but he interrupted her by pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Stunned, she closed her eyes after a second and reciprocated, his body pressing into her soft flesh. This was their first kiss.

Pulling away, they starred into each other's eyes, Anna speechless. Jeremy lowered his hands to her sides.

"Anna, like I said, I don't understand. Watching you fatten up in the car brought me so many new emotions, but now I realize that that was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life."

As he said this he brought his hands inwards, this time exploring with both hands the expansive surface of her belly. He would gently caress its curves as it bowed out forward.

"You were beautiful then, you're beautiful now, if not more."

"...You really think so?"

"I know so."

Jeremy raised his hands once more, this time bringing them to her folded arms.

"May I? he asked.

Anna peered at him with wide eyes, her breath quickening, and nodded. Slowly, and carefully, he took her hands in his and opened up her arms. Beautiful and voluptuous breasts were revealed, and he drew a deep breath as he took in the sight of them so close to him, and so large.

He looked up to her with a smile before letting go of her hands to bring his to her chest. It was Anna's turn to draw in a sharp breath as he grabbed each of her tits in his hands, her excitement overcoming her anxiety. Jeremy's own excitement was going through the roof as he squeezed, feeling sensuous flesh overflow between his fingers, each breast much more than a handful.

"You... you like big girls?" she hesitantly asked.

"I like you. But yes, I guess I do, now. I like how fat you are. I loved watching you get fat. I want... I want you to get fatter. I want to see you get fatter. And, I want to feel all of you, all of your fat."

As he continued groping her generous chest, playing with her nipples between his fingers, Anna stood speechless, her mouth agape. She was stunned, and had completely forgotten that she was still growing. As if on cue, her slow swelling finally made her underwear snap, and her belly quivered a bit with the sudden release.

With an 'eep!' she brought her hands to her mouth, realizing what just happened. Her underwear was the last obstacle to her nudity, and now she stood fully naked in front of Jeremy. He paused his fondling and took a step back, taking in the full sight of her uncovered, newly fat body.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I feel..." but she didn't answer, instead she walked towards him, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Closing his eyes, he kissed her back, and brought his hands down to her ass. Grabbing it, he braced himself for the effort and heaved her up. Then, one step at a time, he walked towards the bed and plopped her down. Falling heavily on her back, waves rippled across her fat body, driving him mad. Taking of his shirt, he climbed on top of her.

Outside the room, Maria was waiting for whatever Jeremy had to say that was so important as to interrupt her reversal spell, when she began hearing creaking from Anna's bed, followed by general love-making noises.

"Oh for god's sake," she groaned, leaving to return to her room, shutting the door to the sounds they were making.

Contains: rapid male weight gain

Inspired by El Gordito's story "Dave". Originally posted on DeviantArt:

Dave was sitting at his desk in the main office building of the large pharmaceutical company Hamm & Hahn. known for its recent release of certain female enhancement procedures. His desk faced his boss' office room. Glancing up from his monitor, Dave caught sight of Danielle pacing back and forth behind the glass walls of her cubicle, excitingly talking on the phone. She looked briefly in his direction and after locking eyes with him, smiled and waved. Dave quickly nodded and turned his attention back to his computer, shying behind the monitor, a faint blush on his cheeks.

He was no fool. What others might at first dismiss as friendly mannerisms over time became clearly flirtatious. The light brush across his forearm as she handed him documents every now and then. The playful comments seemingly coming out of nowhere. And the almost obnoxiously excessive smiling around him.

But the clincher was that Dave was new. Having started only a month ago in a public relations position, he was already on a first name basis with Danielle, while more veteran employees still referred to her as Ms. White. Not to mention that his desk just a week in was placed right in front of her office.

Dave was aware of all this, yet partially out of respect, a bit from a legal standpoint, and mostly from nerves, he never acted on this knowledge. He would respond to her warm smiles with light grins, her comments with polite replies, and her seemingly constant presence with a respectful amount of excuses to return to his work.

All while longingly looking back at her whenever she would be walking away.

Her not-so-subtle advances did end up getting to him, Dave admitted to himself as he continued typing and continued blushing, but of course he wouldn't do anything about it. Danielle was his boss after all.

Once the day's shift was over, just as he was packing his things to leave, his boss' door opened and she stepped out, all smiles.

"Dave! Why don't you come in for a moment. I've got something to discuss with you."

Frozen in place for half a second, he didn't know what to do. He'd never been asked to see her after the workday was done. Releasing his breath, he reassured himself, thinking it must still be work related so soon after completing the day. Placing his suitcase back down and returning a shy smile, he walked towards the inviting open office door.

"Thank you, Dave, for taking this extra time to come see me. Please have a seat."

They sat across each other on both sides of her table.  For a few seconds of silence she kept her eyes on him, still a grin on her face, and made no attempt at masking the fact that she was looking him up and down.

Dave grew nervous and glanced behind him. The office was already empty, it was just the two of them now. Looking back at her, her presence and the silence grew too palpable for him. He cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, Danielle, is there something the matter?"

"Oh no, don't you worry," she practically cooed, tilting her head a tad. "In fact, I brought you here with some good news, or at least I hope you see it that way. You see, we here at Hamm & Hahn value the PR work you're currently doing. Which is why we believe it would be in both yours and the company's interests if we offered you this, shall we say, temporary promotion."

Dave's ear perked at the word and his nerves relaxed, replaced by complete attention. Danielle's smile widened as she noted that.

"Temporary in the position, but not in salary, of course. You would be keeping your benefits after the responsibilities I will offer you are completed."

His curiosity grew, but he dared not interrupt and let her continue. Danielle folded her hands and placed them in front of her on the table, besides a little ebony chest which Dave just noticed. She broke eye contact for the first time, eyeing the small box. Looking back at him, she returned to the topic at hand.

"Our labs have been producing something new, something special. And, Dave, well to put it bluntly, we would like you to be a test subject for our newest product. Now, I know we usually recruit volunteers for these kinds of trials, but this is an important product, a real game changer for the company. With your work in PR, you would be able to provide valuable insight on this new line of medication with the first-hand experience you would receive by testing it. This would allow a smoother introduction to our shareholders as it is quite... controversial."

Dave blinked in surprise, not expecting this. He opened and closed his mouth in bewilderment. Him? A PR rep being asked to be a test subject?

"So, uh, what does it do?" was all he could think of asking.

Danielle subtly bit her lower lip before responding.

"Well, first of all it's perfectly safe. In short, it's a metabolic depressor and highly calorie-dense. Essentially it allows the body to efficiently use energy and store calories, while providing enough of them as necessary. If everything goes well, this would help people in areas of famine survive."

She paused again to let him take that in. Dave thought for some time in silence, processing this information, then turned back to her.

"Alright, if I understand correctly, this helps people who would otherwise be starving put on and keep on weight."

"That's correct."

"And I, someone who is not starving, will be taking this medication."

"Mhm."

"So... I'll get fat."

"I guess there's no other way to put it, Dave."

"Huh, gives a new meaning to 'Big Pharma'," he said without missing a beat.

After taking a second to catch that, Danielle laughed out loud. Dave snickered as she calmed herself and resumed their discussion.

"Yes, you will be putting on some weight, that is expected if the product's intended effect works out."

Dave scratched his head. "I mean I'll see once I know how much I'll be getting in return, but I got to be honest with you, I don't really like the idea of gaining weight."

"Yes, on to your compensation," she began, pulling out a few papers stapled together and handing it to him. He could see it was a contract. "You'll find the details included here."

As he grabbed the form, Danielle placed a hand on his arm.

"And Dave, you could afford to put a little flesh on your bones. I think it might even look good on you."

He blushed again under the warmth of her smile. Quickly looking over the first page, he raised an eyebrow at some of the conditions, and widened his eyes once he saw the bump his salary would permanently receive. Raising his eyes back to his boss, he half expected her to reveal this is all just an elaborate joke. Her look didn't falter.

"Well, this is certainly... enticing. Though I need to ask, how does this work? How would it, you know, how much would I..."

"How much weight will you put on? "

"Yeah."

Danielle pushed the ebony box towards Dave. Opening it, he found inside a bottle with an eye-drop cap filled with a clear liquid.

"Just one drop of this," she pointed to the bottle, "in a glass of water every evening. That would put on a pound a day. At least according to past trials. Eat normally, don't change anything in your everyday routine, and it should work as planned."

"One pound a day," he mumbled to himself. "One pound of fat a day. And how long do I need to take this?"

"That," she said, her grin widening further, "can be found in the rest of the contract. Should you decide to accept this offer, of course."

Dave eyed the bottle in his hand, eyed the powerful serum contained within. A serum intended to change his body.

To make him fat.

Dave read the rest of the form. He looked back at the large figure on the front, wanting to make sure it didn't change. That was a lot of money. And, eyeing his thin wrist, he thought back at her comment.

"I'll do it," he said.

Danielle beamed. "Are you sure? If you want some time to think things-"

"I'm sure. It's for a good cause after all. And this could be the opportunity I need to grow- uh, rise up in this industry."

"Excellent, Dave. I'm thrilled for you, and grateful for the service you'll be providing the company. Well then, I guess we can be on our way."

After providing his signature, they shook hands and maintained eye contact for what felt like just a touch longer than it should. Picking up the box with the bottle inside he left her office. On his way home, he wondered to himself, blushing once again, about what she said regarding his looks. Bringing a hand to his flat midsection, he asked himself, had she really meant that?

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Danielle watched him leave. Sighing in relief, she picked up her phone. Dr. Crassus, head scientist of the company, was already on the line.

"I hope you got all that," she said.

"Fine work, Danielle, you played him like a fiddle. It would have been a damned shame if all your work on him the past month was all for nothing."

"Please, you give me too much credit. Besides, the money could have been enough."

"Not his type. You know we studied him carefully, you know you had to get to him with your ways," he snickered on the other end.

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you finally got the trial you needed. I say this calls for celebration."

"Celebration will come after we get results. Then, the real fun begins."

Danielle looked back to were Dave exited. Yes. A lot of fun is in store. For all of us.

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Driving home, Dave thought back to what he signed himself up for. Bellow the legal details surrounding his contract, he realized that his responsibilities in this trial and his duties to the company were quite simple. He had to keep a journal about his experiences with the product which we would submit every week. The requirements were written vaguely, so he had some liberty in what he could write about. In the end, he would use his notes to write a full report as part of his PR job.

He will also have to attend a photoshoot every week to study the effects the product will have over time on him. This made him a little uncomfortable, as he already was not looking forward to the changes his body will soon go through, yet alone to having other people observe him.

God, how will others react to him getting fat?

This lead to the next requirement. He had to keep the trial confidential. He could not explain anything. That will be a though one. At least the company will be providing any additional support, such as better fitting clothes down the line. They wear a uniform, so he couldn't simply go get his own at the store when he eventually outgrows them.

Now back at his place, Dave stood in his room, in front of his full length mirror. He was in his underwear, a glass of water in his hands, the drop of the liquid dissolved in it. He looked at his body. At 6'1", 179 pounds, he had the physique of a slim man sitting down too long every day at an office job. Not unmuscular, but not fit. Not soft, but no muscle definition in sight. His chess and stomach was a flat surface deprived of abs or pecs, but also without any swells or pudge.

One pound of fat a day, every day. Until how long? The contract made it clear: until the company deems it has collected enough data. How much will he have to weigh until then?

Dave peered at the glass in his hands. Second thoughts infiltrated his mind, but they were soon displaced by thoughts of Danielle. He couldn't say no to her, he realized with a chuckle.

"Bottom's up." And with that, he chugged the water.

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DAVE'S JOURNAL

WEEK 1- Gained 7 pounds-186lbs. Just as predicted, one pound a day. I was nervous the first few days, checking myself daily in the mirror. Of course at first I couldn't notice any difference or changes. Now that it's been a week though, I'm starting to feel a little softer around the middle. Poking my stomach, it feels like there is more give than usual, specially around my navel.

I don't look any different at a glance with my clothes on at this point so there's no need to worry about that, but without a shirt, I can see additional creases and folds on my stomach when I sit down. The only change regarding my clothes is that my pants and underwear feel the slightest bit tighter, if I'm not just imagining it. They still fit fine. For now.

I've decided to write these journals right at the end of my shift on Fridays at the office. Also, I'll have my first photoshoot today, in a room at the labs. That's where I'll hand in my journal entries every week. In the contract it explains that they'll have me dress down to my underwear and a photographer will take pictures of me at all angles. Afterwards, a nurse will come and take my blood pressure as well as measurements around my waist and chest. Basic routine procedures, it seems, it should be the same each week.

They also included that the pictures of me would be compiled into an album depicting my progression over time. This worried me.

How many people will be able to see these pictures?

WEEK 2-Gained 8 pounds-194lbs. I wonder where that extra pound came from. Maybe the drops aren't consistent in size? Maybe I added an extra drop one day by accident? I have been feeling hungrier this week, perhaps I'm just eating more.

Anyway, it's never too late for the freshman 15. I'm definitely starting to feel a little belly now. Again, you wouldn't recognize it when I'm clothed, nothing round protruding like some heavier men, but shirtless, the extra pudge is evident. There's a small swell to the front of my middle spreading into a layer of fat that wasn't there before, joining my sides and under my chest. And my chest now has a bit of flesh that I can press into. Overall, I feel softer.

I have to loosen my belt a notch to wear it now. When I tried on my pants normally, the tightness couldn't be ignored, and a small lap of fat peeked over the waistband. And when I sat, I could tell that even my butt has grown some. I can't be seen like this in public...

WEEK 3-Gained 8 pounds-202 pounds. Well it's definitely working. With 23 pounds gained, over 200 pounds, I feel and look heavier. There is no hiding it, I'm overweight now. I'm getting fat.

I have a full-on belly as opposed to the small swell from last week, although it's nothing big. A beginning of a spare tire, it curves outwards and to my sides, enough for me to grab onto and shake a bit. It is quite soft to the touch, easy to squeeze.

In the mirror, undressed, I look flabby. My chest has two small mounds poking out, and even my arms and legs look less defined, they too starting to get encased in a growing layer of fat. Sideways, my paunch sticks out an inch or two, casting a shadow on the elastic of my underwear. My butt also grew bigger and softer, and I'm starting to feel it stretch my boxers.

I had hoped that my clothes would still hide my weight gain, but they probably only make it look worse now. Clearly small on me, it seems they only highlight my recent growth. For example, my pants make me aware of the width of my thighs and I no longer need to wear a belt to keep them up, while my tight work shirt emphasizes the new roundness of my belly. Its size is more obvious when I sit down, since it pushes out my shirt more when it bunches up.

What I feared would happen has happened, I am not the only one to have noticed. Yesterday, Francis, my coworker obsessed with fitness, came up to me with a sneer on his face.

"Hey Dave, feeling off? You're looking out of shape there," he called out loudly enough for many around us to hear.

His remark drew a few glances from nearby coworkers and I went red with embarrassment, trying to wheel myself further under my desk to hide my body. I felt huge and fat in that moment. After mumbling a few excuses about not feeling well, I got him off my case.

How big will I get?

WEEK 4-Gained 9 pounds-211 pounds. Every day I look at myself, studying my new growing body, my new plump self. Every day I look a bit bigger, a bit softer, a bit rounder. It's almost all I can think about. I'm developing love handles now, joining my belly in muffin topping over my waistband.

If I had any muscle definition before, it's all gone now. Even my face has lost some of its edges. It seems my whole body is covered in fat, from a thinner layer on my limbs and back to a thicker, jiggly mass in front of me.

How I discovered this jiggle is embarrassing. I was late to work earlier and had to run up the stairs, when I felt something weird. I realized at the top, out of breath, that it was my stomach bouncing up and down! The motion untucked my shirt from my pants. Something like this never happened to me before.

Although I haven't caught anyone looking, I feel like everybody at work is watching me, silently wondering what's wrong, what's happening to me. Silently is key, because since last week, Francis wasn't present at the office. A leave of absence is the word going around. Well at least I don't need to worry about him.

My clothes are almost reaching their limit now. I know I can order anytime some larger ones, but I've been putting that off. I'm not ready yet to admit to anyone that I've grown fatter.

I haven't even discussed this with Danielle yet, and she's the only one at the office that knows. She hasn't brought up the issue either. Come to think of it, she's been acting like nothing has changed, still just as... nice around me. In fact, she's been spending more time chatting with me. I guess my weight isn't putting her off.

I guess she meant what she said.

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PHOTOSHOOT AT THE LAB, END OF WEEK 4

After Dave's workday was complete, he stepped into the adjacent building housing the lab. He entered the now familiar room and left his completed journal entry for the week on the table, ready to be picked up by whichever higher-up stops by after this session. He never saw who takes them, who reads his personal account of his fattening body.

Greeting the nurse and the photographer, these were the only people with whom he was sharing his experience. Dave wasn't self conscious around them at this point. Nevertheless, he wondered what they had to be thinking, watching him come back every week fatter than before.

As usual he began stripping to his underwear. He noted how he had some extra resistance taking off his work uniform, now tight to his skin. After unbuttoning his work shirt, he tried lifting his t-shirt from the hem which clung to his underbelly. Frowning, Dave tugged at it, and the effort dragged up his belly, then released his blubber from the constraint with a lightly wobbling flop.

He chuckled at this and looked up to the assistants in the room.

"Guess I better lay off the beer," he joked, testing the waters.

They smiled but said nothing. The two must have been well trained and properly briefed about his trial, he thought.

Unclothed, Dave walked to the usual spot to have his photos taken. He stood still as the photographer flashed his camera at him while turning in a slow arc, making sure to capture every angle, every new curve.

When it was time for the nurse to come take his measurements, a familiar voice called out behind them.

"That will do. You can leave us now."

Turning around, Dave's eyes widened as he saw Danielle at the doorway of the lab. Embarrassment surged through him, feeling self-conscious having his thicker body exposed to his boss this way. With nothing  in his reach to cover himself, he stood silently, blushing while the two assistants walked out the room without saying a word.

Danielle approached him slowly and stopped a few feet in front of him. With just the two of them in the room, her powerful presence made him feel small for the first time in weeks, all while her burning stare, eyeing up his almost naked, fatter body made him feel huge again.

"I see the product is living up to our expectations," she grinned. He cracked a shy smile and looked down at the protruding swell of his soft belly.

In a few steps she walked over to the nurse's station nearby and took the measuring tape. She came back towards Dave.

"Maybe even a little too well. 9 pounds last week, I wonder where the two extra came from."

"I, uh," he croaked, mouth dry, "I have been feeling hungrier lately, I guess I'm eating a bit more."

"Uh-huh," her smile widened a bit. "Well, that could be added to the list of potential side effects, increased appetite. Good to know. Lift."

Confused, Dave didn't see at first the tape between her fingers. Then it clicked and, not seeing any other option, complied and raised his arms. Danielle closed in the gap between them by a foot and pressed with her thumb the beginning of the measuring tape right under his navel. Dave inhaled sharply. She slowly made her way around him, sliding her other hand along the tape, following the curve of his gut to his side and back.

Once behind him, she reached around and, with both arms under his, joined her hands at his front, wrapping his round middle with the tape. Both her forearms brushed against his lovehandles as she found the right location on the measuring tape, her head practically resting on his shoulder. She tightened the tape, pushing into his soft flab with her hands as she did so.

"Don't worry what Francis says about you," she said in his ear. "He's been suspended. And like I said, a bit of meat on your bones looks good on you. I think you're... growing into it."

Dave swallowed and didn't know what to think about her comment, but then the implication of it dawned on him. He turned and looked at her, shocked.

"YOU'RE the one reading my journal entries?"

She winked and removed her hands from around him. She looked at the number marked by her finger and whistled, then jotted it down in a pocket notebook before returning her smile to Dave.

"You're doing excellent in this trial, Dave, an invaluable service to the company. I have another offer to make you, let's say an additional promotion. We're thinking that we can speed things up a bit at this stage. We're ready to increase your promotion benefits substantially if you agree to take twice the dosage per day."

"Twice the number of drops?"

"Yes."

"Then that means," he began, putting a hand to his stomach, "at least two pounds a day from now on."

"Correct. Here is the paperwork," she said as she pulled out some sheets from a folder on the table.

Dave took them from her and immediately his eyes caught the number that will be his new salary. The only two thoughts in his head, that number, and her comments about his looks, were enough for him to make the decision right away.

"I'll take it." Dave reflexively pawed at his chest looking for his pen in his work shirt, but all he managed to do was squish his beginner moob. Danielle giggled and went and grabbed his clothes from the box they were placed in and handed them back to him.

He took the pen from his shirt and signed the new contract. After handing it to her he began dressing himself up again. Danielle was about to leave, but stayed to watch, smirking as she noted the slight difficulty he had in fitting his body into the same clothes in which he had started the trial.

"Need a new uniform soon? You know it's in the contract that we'll fit you with any new ones you need."

Halfway through putting on his shirt he glanced up, and hesitated.

"Uh, no, don't worry," he lied.

He didn't know why he lied, he knew his clothes were getting very tight. They have been for more than a week. But again, he couldn't admit it to himself, nor to anyone else.

"Alright big guy. Well, how about I save you the trouble of asking and I'll bring you a larger size myself some time down the road. I'll be keeping an eye on you in the office, and when I notice things get a little... snug, I'll have them ready. Personally I think you could afford to wait some time, have a little fun perhaps."

As she walked past him she gave his belly a couple taps and left the room. Dave raised a hand to where she touched him and looked at where she just left, mouth slightly ajar. Then he looked back down at himself, grinned, and, with his hand still on his belly, gave it a shake.

"Big guy."

He liked the sound of that.

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WEEK 5-Gained 16 pounds-227 pounds. Thanks to the increased dose, I have now gained nearly 50 pounds of fat on my body, and it shows. I have a fully round gut topped with definitive moobs, even my upper arms are encased in flab. It was funny looking down at the increasing numbers on my scale as I can now feel more and more a second chin developing, a layer of fat under my jaw squishing every time lower my head.

I was still wearing the same old small clothes this week, and they are excruciatingly tight. I've long since abandoned my belt, and this week brought interesting developments. Looking in the mirror, I can see that my belly is starting to hang over my waistband, my boxer's elastic now hidden under a roll extending around to my love handles, digging into me. And there's no longer any hope to button my pants. More than an inch separates the button and the clasp when I pull them tightly while sucking in. I'm still surprised that my widened thighs can slide into my pants. Not for long, I suppose.

As for my upper body, the two step process of putting on my t-shirt and my button-up work shirt is laughable. For one, the t-shirt won't even go all the way down. A thick strip of exposed fat pools out, revealing the bottom of my belly. The strained hem of my t-shirt grips onto my gut, squeezing it a bit. Somehow I can still button my shirt all the way down with a lot of effort, but just barely.

I've finally stopped caring about my new weight at work. It's actually kind of fun showing up everyday slightly bigger than the day before. People are definitely staring now, I've caught a few looking directly at my belly in confusion and concern as I walked to my desk. They didn't even glance away when they saw me looking back. I just smile and nod, as if to say "Yeah, this is the new me."

Although standing in front of my mirror my shirt buttons behave, the moment I sit at my desk my stomach fat spreads out and pushes apart the buttons at my widest end, creating diamond-shaped gaps. With my t-shirt also inching up a bit, a little bit of my belly fat sometimes peaks out from the lowest gap. More stares from people passing by my desk, of course.

Throughout the week Danielle called me into her office a lot, more than usual. Each time was only to hand me documents she could have had delivered to my desk. While I was in there with her, she made no effort to hide the fact that she was looking  up and down my newly fattened body in my tight clothes. Each time we would have an exchange going along these lines:

"Are you... enjoying the results of the trial, Danielle?"

"It's going swell, Dave. I can foresee a lot of growth in the company thanks to you."

"Don't you think it's about time I receive a new outfit, to provide more room for progress?"

"I think that can wait a bit, don't you?"

And so I would return the next day, clothes further filled out, and the same thing would repeat.

Finally after my shift today, the end of the week, she agreed to send me a larger size of our work uniform. Of course she waited till the very limit, having me strut around the office in a shirt about to burst with any further pounds put on. I will be getting them Monday.

WEEK 6-Gained 17 pounds-244 pounds. At the beginning of the week, the morning right before work, I received in the mail my new clothes. It couldn't be more on tme. I hadn't known the box containing them was outside my door as I prepared for work, I must not have heard the doorbell. So with no other choice, I got dressed as usual, straining the fabric of my pants and t-shirt over my body, at least 6 pounds heavier since last Friday, and struggling to button up my shirt. As it became a habit at this point I had to suck in my gut to get the middle buttons done, still with some struggle.

Scared to move too much, I walked stiffly out the door and that's when I saw the box. With a sigh of relief I recognized the company's logo and knew it was my new uniform. I bent over to pick it up and just then, as my belly bunched up with the movement, two buttons popped right off and I felt an immediate release of tension as my doughy paunch spread out under me, widening the gap of the shirt with its fat.

Eyes wide, I didn't expect this to happen, or get big enough, fast enough for my clothes to start breaking right off me. The cool air of the morning caressed my exposed flab and I brought a hand to it. Playing with it absentmindedly, I grinned. This felt pretty good, outgrowing my clothes.

I look forward to outgrowing the next set.

After coming back inside to change into my new uniform I made my way to work, first day with actual fitting clothes in a while, with still some room to grow, I noticed. A coworker must have noted the new change, although for sure he noted all the others changes I've been going through. This one in particular must have been the last straw for his curiosity.

As I sat down at my desk, my shirt free from little bulges of fat peeking out, my neighbor William wheeled his chair towards me timidly. Seeing him approach, I turned to him, already smiling internally.

"Hey Dave."

"Morning William."

"So, uh," he began, and failing to find his words, simply pointed at my gut. "New uniform, I see?"

I couldn't help but grin.

"Yes indeed, neeew uniform. I think it's about time I upgraded my wardrobe, new style, you know?"

"Huh, right." He tried to maintain eye contact but I could see his eyes darting down to my belly every so often.

"Listen," he continued. "I'm just worried. A lot of us, actually, are worried, for you I mean."

As he said this I began unpacking my things. I could see other coworkers discretely looking in our direction, listening in to the conversation, the same coworkers that are also 'worried for me', most likely. I took out my lunchbox and placed it on the table.

"I don't mean to be rude, but have you seen a doctor recently?"

I opened my lunchbox and took out the snack bag I was saving for later.

"I mean we're both aware of the elephant in the- uh, sorry, bad word choice."

I opened the bag and placed it on top of my belly. His eyes twitched down again.

"Look, I'm concerned, that's all, I don't want to make you uncomfortable..."

As William continued trying to find his words, trying to politely point of the fact that I blew up in the past 6 weeks, I began eating my snack, slowly, never taking my eyes away from him. My smile was widening the whole time. Finally his words trailed away and he fell silent, looking at me finish the bag.

"Oh, wait," I started, tossing the bag in the trash bin under my desk. "I get it, you want to know how I got so fat this quickly."

He grew flustered and began stammering something about how that wasn't it and other excuses. I laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry William, everything is fine with me. I'm a growing man, it happens to the best of us. You've got this to look forward to later on in life. Everything is great, I've never felt better. Want to touch it?"

"Uh... wait what?"

"I said", placing a hand on the side of my belly, giving it a squeeze, "do you want to touch it?"

He stared at it for a few seconds, confused. Then he snapped out of it and pushed himself away on his wheeled chair a bit.

"N-no, no of course not, I-"

"Aw c'mon", I butted in, wheeling myself forward. "You seemed so interested, with all your concern and worry and questions, just give it a try, a little jiggle. All for you, no questions asked, how often do you get to do this?"

Finally he got up and pulled his chair away, not looking back at me as I continued my onslaught of ridiculous offers. As William settled himself at his desk, shaking his head in dismay, I chuckled and looked around. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads away back to their work.

That was fun.

Later that Monday, I passed by Danielle in the hall. We were alone. She approached me and whispered in my ear:

"Great work back there, I don't think anyone will be bothering you anymore."

"I'm only glad to have kept the integrity and secrecy of the trial safe."

"Very good. By the way, your offer to William... is it still open?"

I smirked and, looking into her eyes, nodded. Danielle licked her lips as she often does when talking about my new growth, and placed a hand near the top of my belly. Pressing into it, she took in how much give there was in my soft flesh, and then slid her hand to my side, tracing the curve of my fat. Following the path under my round gut, she hefted the mass with her hand. Then, she grazed the metal buckle of my new, longer belt.

"I see you're wearing a belt again. I wonder how long that will last."

With her touch on my body, and her hand so close to between my legs, I grew daring.

"Maybe we can speed things up a bit, and you can help me get out of this belt."

Looking back up to my eyes, I could see lust in hers. She chuckled.

"Tempting, I assure you, and as I mentioned earlier, I prefer you with some meat on your bones. I failed, however, to mention just how much on you I'd like. Let's wait a bit longer, see where the trial takes us, shall we, big guy?"

Danielle let my belly drop as she walked away, leaving me with it jiggling as it settled and with me standing there with an idiotic smile on my face watching her go.

Anyway that was just the beginning of the week. I'm fatter now as I write this entry, and I've never been happier to know that. 17 pounds in a week is very noticeable. My clothes still fit, but the extra room to grow I noticed has shrunk, of course, with my thicker thighs, wider waist, fuller arms, softer back and a more tubby chest. Interestingly, a new development occurred. I'm not sure if this should be called an accomplishment or a milestone of my weight gain journey, but it's definitely a big step.

When I sit down now, my belly is beginning to reach and touch my lap!

WEEK 7-Gained 19 pounds-263lbs. My clothes fit just so now, and I only have a couple notches left on my belt. Perhaps when I outgrow it, then Danielle will think I'm big enough for her?

If I weren't obese before, I certainly am now. Watching myself put on weight this quickly gave me a clear picture of how my body, specifically my belly, changed over time.

At first, my torso was more or less uniformly fatter. My stomach took on more weight, sure, but it still wasn't an entity of its own. Then as I grew, I passed the threshold of having a belly, distinct from the rest of my fattened body. Still then, as I swelled all over, my belly, still distinct, merged with my sides as it widened and connected to my soft chest as it grew upwards too.

I'm at that point now where my gut is heavy enough to both have its own spotlight and to be inseparable from the rest of my fat body. Looking at myself in the mirror, in my underwear, I observed the other parts of my body of which I have not given as much attention in these entries.

My breasts where now that, breasts. Squishy moobs pointing out a bit, not yet a handful but getting there. Their fat spread under my armpits in small rolls. There were also rolls at my elbows when I folded my chubby arms. And my ass, wow, filling out quite nicely. Round and malleable, each orb pressing against my boxers, wide like my waist.

My face had taken a toll a while back, clearly the face of a fat man. Filled cheeks replacing jaw line, neck fat folding at the chin for a second layer.

Not much happened at work, besides William moving to another desk at the office. My new neighbor is a quiet type, but also leaning on the porky side. A nice touch.

Today, I looked longingly at Danielle through her glass office walls, but she winked and shook her head. I wasn't ready yet. I wasn't big enough.

Maybe next week?

WEEK 8-Gained 20 pounds-283lbs. Yes! Two big events to write about today. First, two days ago I finally surpassed 279, which means I've gained over 100 pounds of pure fat! And it shows on my body. My round belly looks like it's halfway between an overblown basketball and a half deflated beach ball.

At this rate in one week I'll easily pass 300 pounds. Wow.

Being this size does make certain things harder. For one, the classic joke, I can't see my feet anymore when I look down. And simply bending over to tie my shoes is a task, having to navigate the globular mass at my midsection. And of course, going up a flight of stairs is a complete workout.

My clothes are back to being tight again. My belt is at the last notch but my pants still cling to my padded thighs and ass. My t-shirt is now once more revealing a strip of fat of my underbelly even when standing up. My work shirt buttons still hold on strong with no gaps, for now.

Next, I caught Danielle again in the hallway alone earlier, soon before the day was over. The conversation went like this.

"Hey there, Dave."

"Hello Danielle. How are you feeling?"

"Great, and I must say I'm also feeling pretty good about the progress of the trial," she said, giving me a look-over with her typical lip-biting. God I loved when she did that. I felt heat surge in me as she said that and I jumped right in.

"And just how good are you feeling about my progress?" I asked, taking a step closer.

"Good enough that I think we can discuss this outside of work." Also inching forward, she brought up her hand and placed her fingers delicately on my soft, wide chest.

The heat was empowering and overpowering. I so wanted to kiss her. I leaned in but she pushed me back gently, a playful smile on her face.

"Go to your photoshoot first. Afterwards, I'll pick you up, and we can continue this at my place."

"Pick me up?" I reciprocated the playful smile. "I don't think you'll be able to pick me up at my size now." Danielle giggled.

"You'll recognize my car outside the lab. Don't keep me waiting."

And with that, she left and I ended my shift, unable to focus on any additional work.

It's a date!

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AFTER THE PHOTOSHOOT

Dave walked out of the lab where his measurements and pictures were taken, straightening his clothes. Near the exit, he saw a fancy European car idling. It must be Danielle's, he thought.

As he strutted towards it, she stepped out of the car from the driver's seat and waved to him. He smiled and waved back, and noticed that she changed into a casual attire, much more interesting than the boring work uniform. He opened the passenger door and hefted his body in while she sat back down next to him. For a moment they looked at each other in silence. Then Dave, as a habit he picked up recently, shifted in his seat to adjust the strain of his tight clothes.

"You're in for a change of clothes soon, aren't you?" Danielle said.

"Heh, at the rate I'm growing, I won't be able to button my pants by next week."

"Speaking of which, we're going to have to stop by your place on the way."

"Why?"

"To pick up the product, of course. You don't want to miss a dose tonight, right?"

Tonight. At her place. He liked the implication of that.

After she began driving out the company's large parking lot, Danielle reached over and placed her hand on Dave's tubby stomach. During the drive, amidst bits of conversation here and there, she rubbed, squeezed and played with his belly the whole time. This contact, with the anticipation of what's to come, made a bulge grow in his pants. She saw it in her peripheral and grinned.

After stopping at his place to pick up the vial of the serum, they made their way to her house. It was a grand luxurious place at the outskirt of the city. Parked in the large driveway, they stepped out and Dave admired the view.

"Nice place you got here-"

He was immediately interrupted as Danielle had made her way to him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Dave abandoned all thoughts about the house and reciprocated, closing his eyes and leaning into her, leaning into this unexpected but welcome kiss.

They broke away and, both panting slightly, looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Danielle then directed her hand to the front door.

"Shall we?"

As soon as they entered they were at each other again, this time kissing with more fervor and feverish desire, pawing at each other and blindly searching the other's clothes for ways to quickly remove them. Dave was stumbling backwards as Danielle lead the way to her bedroom, going by memory while her eyes were closed with passion.

Once inside, she pushed him onto the large bed and he fell with a heavy thud on his ass and back. The ensuing wobbling of his gut packed in his tight shirt drove her mad with desire. They weren't so successful in disrobing themselves on the way but now they paused their embracing to focus on revealing each other's bodies.

Naked, they took the time to properly take in each other's bodies before making love, Danielle now getting to see him shirtless for the first time since that one photoshoot and heeding his distinctly larger belly and chest.

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Later in the evening, Danielle lay on top of Dave large body, both breathing heavily, resting from their long period of passion. They turned to light conversation occasionally but mostly laid there in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other.

After some time, Dave got up.

"I think I should take a shower. That was... steamy."

Danielle gave him the directions to the bathroom.

"Oh! And don't forget your drops!" she called out after him.

"Right, could you pour me a glass of water while I'm in the shower? Thanks."

Later, out of the shower and dried, he put back on his clothes; all he had was his work uniform. As he finished buttoning up his shirt, Danielle, sitting on her bed and putting back on her bra, pointed outside the door.

"On the left is the kitchen, the glass is on the counter, I've already put in the two drops."

Dave made his way there and, finding the water, took it and chugged it. Setting the glass down and swallowing, he scrunched his face as the taste was much stronger than usual. Was it her water?

Looking up, his heart skipped a beat as he saw, right over where is glass was, the vial of serum on a shelf, but fallen over, nearly empty. Dave realized immediately what happened and screamed.

Danielle came running into the kitchen, half dressed.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Dave looked at her, his face white, and pointed at the tipped over vial.

"The serum, it- it fell into my water, almost all of it, and I- I just drank it all!"

She gasped and brought a hand to her mouth.

"It's my fault," she shouted, "oh god, I placed it right above after putting in the drops."

Dave felt something weird in his stomach followed by a deep rumble. He stared at the nearly empty vial on the shelf. He thought about how much of the liquid he just ingested.

"How many drops was that?" he whispered. "Oh shit, how many pounds... oh shit oh shit-"

And he began growing.

Dave immediately felt as if his clothes were shrinking on him. Danielle's eyes widened, her mouth fell open, silently mouthing as she pointed to him with a shaking hand. Finally the words came to her.

"You're getting fatter! Dave, oh god you're growing fatter! Your stomach!"

The pounds of fat from the extraordinary amount of serum were surging across his body, and this was most visible in front of him. They both looked at his belly as it began blowing up, spreading out and to his sides. Right away gaps formed between his shirt buttons.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," a panicking Dave placed his hands on the swelling ball of fat, feeling it push against them, causing them to sink into softer and softer flesh. He noticed even his wrists and forearms were thickening. Then a twinge of pain at his waist caught his attention.

"My clothes!"

While Danielle stood there, hands to her mouth, he rushed to undo his belt as it constricted him more and more. It became harder by the second to tug at the buckle as it tightened with his expanding waistline. Finally he got it free. He then went on to his pants button.

But he was too late. As soon as he touched it, the stitching broke and the button flew off. The release of pressure caused his belly to surge forward, quickly unzipping his pants. This sudden momentum was too much for his shirt.

POP-POP!

"What the hell?" Dave's eye bulged as he realized what happened.

Two buttons at the front of his gut popped off, freeing yet more of his belly as it filled in the free space. Already a large and widening strip of fat was visible below the hem of his t-shirt, revealing his deepening navel.

Staggering as he stared at the destruction of his shirt and the swelling of his body, he watched as more buttons flew off against the ever-growing ball of his belly: the rest at the bottom of his shirt, letting his lower belly flop out, and steadily popping off those from  the middle to the top as his sides and chest widened faster and faster.

Only the very top button remained as his fattening midsection pushed apart his broken shirt, highlighting his much rounder belly and heavier chest, only getting rounder and heavier. Meanwhile his t-shirt was riding up with every pound added, uncovering more and more of his growing fat as his belly inched forward and to his sides.

"It's not stopping!" Danielle screamed.

"Help me, quick!" Dave yelled back, trying to remove the remnants of his shirt.

His stance was growing unsteady as he grew heavier, widening his gait as his thighs swelled and pushed against each other. His pant legs were at their breaking point. He must have been close to being another 100 pounds heavier at this point.

She rushed to him and pried the last button off, letting him breath easier. Standing right in front of him, as Dave's belly continued fattening forward, it touched her stomach and slowly pushed into her. She could feel him getting fatter against her.

Danielle moved behind him to help him remove his chunky arms from the tight constraints of his sleeves. With how squeezed they were inside, this was quite difficult. Finally freeing them, she stepped back and tossed the shirt aside, and looked back at his ballooning body. His freed arms were red from their constriction, but now looked distinctively plumper and pillow-like. and his ass was huge, and still spreading out.

The growth of his gut finally forced his t-shirt to slide up all of a sudden to rest under his chest, revealing in full the massive new size of his blubbery ball of lard. He grabbed at his sides and turned towards Danielle. Between his hands, it was still inching, rounding, curving out at the same pace as always, feeling rolls swell in his fingers' grasp and his flab droop down more and more over his crotch.

"I'm still getting fatter!"

Danielle could clearly see that. She estimated him to be nearly 500 pounds at this point. All she could do was stare, stare at his ridiculously round face as his neck disappeared under a thick roll of fat, as his breasts tugged at the make-shift bra of his t-shirt with their growth, as his huge belly surpassed buddha-like proportions, pushing his arms away from his sides at wider angles, and finally, as his pant legs gave up and tore along their seams.

Bulges of fat pushed out through the holes and gaps, tearing them further at a steady pace. Neither made an effort to remove his pants. Dave simply stepped back and sat his enormous ass heavily on a kitchen chair, inflating belly still between his hands, and the spread of his thighs as he sat burst the rest of his seams. His upper legs were now easily larger than his waist before the accident.

In this position, his gut rested solidly on his lap, and both observed as, with the non-stop flow of fat engorging his body, it took up more and more space, encroaching his knees. Danielle then walked to him and placed both hands on his belly, gasping as she too felt his flab push out.

At some point his underwear snapped off, and all he was left in was his overtight t-shirt squeezing his moobs as they began peeking underneath the fabric.

Seemingly as soon as it started it ended. Dave was left sitting, breathing heavily, while Danielle stood, her legs quivering, her panties soaked through. She had been stifling a moan since laying her hands on him.

"I think... I think it's done," Dave breathed.

"Holy fuck," Danielle added, eyeing his blown up body. "Fuck, that was hot."

"What?" He blinked. "You- you, what?"

"Watching you get fat right before my eyes," she bit her lip again, "that has to be the best thing ever."

She then leaned over, pressing her body over the large curve of his belly, and planted a kiss on his lips. Then she lowered and began kissing his belly. She slid her hands across the expanse of his stomach, grabbing, jiggling, watching it wobble like a water bed she was leaning into.

Dave, still processing the shock of suddenly putting on hundreds of pounds within seconds, watched her thoroughly enjoy his new body, moaning without restraint now.

Then he grinned, thinking about his new size, about the effect he had on her. He felt large, powerful. He started to get what she was thinking. She liked him fat, she loved watching him gain weight these past weeks, so it would make sense to adore the sight of him fattening up that quickly.

Danielle lowered herself while continuing kissing his belly further down. Going on her knees, she started tickling his underbelly. At his size his legs were parted at a 90 degree angle and still his belly covered most of his thighs. She began crawling into the space between his calves and under his gut.

"I'm gonna need a little help here," she cooed, and Dave knew exactly what to do.

He reached out to try and grab the end of his belly to lift it, but realized it was now too big for him to reach around and meet his hands. Instead, he slid them underneath and hefted the massive pile of flab. He tilted his head back as Danielle worked her magic.

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"715 pounds."

Dave whistled as Danielle read the number of the scale. He did not wonder why she happened to own an industrial scale in her house, too busy reeling in the reality of his new fat body and the afterglow of sex. Also he was too exhausted from his small walk to the scale to be able to think much.

He backed up his naked, whale-like body off the instrument. With every step he quivered wildly.

"Over 430 pounds of fat in less than a minute," Danielle noted, walking towards Dave to hold him steady. "That's powerful stuff."

"I guess this is something to add in my report," he panted while grinning.

She guided him to a chair to let him sit down.

"Dave, I guess now is a good time to mention this. We've created, at the lab, a sort of antidote to the product. It works essentially the same way, drops that make you lose a few pounds a day. This was produced in the event that certain complications or accidents like this happen during trials."

"So, you're saying I can lose all this weight?"

"Yes. If you want. I don't think it would work as fast and drastically if you take a large dose as well, but overtime, it should help you shed these pounds."

Dave paused to think, and absentmindedly passed a hand over the bulk of his gut and rubbed it in slow circles. Looking up at Danielle, he saw a faint look of disappointment in her face, as if she regretted to inform him about the antidote.

"Well, I have to admit, I did learn to like my new body as I grew into it these past weeks. And certainly being this size feels amazing. I've got to be realistic though, I can't function with this much weight."

Danielle nodded, understanding, but her look didn't go away.

"Of course, I don't need to lose all the weight," he continued. "I was very happy at around 280 pounds."

Her face lifted as she heard him say this.

"And, there's no rush, it's the weekend, and I can take some time off. We can have some fun with this bad boy," he said, grabbing and shaking his yoga ball of a belly. "Also, in the future, even if I do lose the weight, we always have the serum for some more fun."

Her face beamed and she leaned over to kiss him.

"Now this might not come as a great surprise," he said, "but I'm really, really hungry."

Danielle laughed.

"Of course. I'll go order some food, just sit here and relax."

Walking out of the room, she made sure she was out of earshot before pulling out her phone. Instead of calling some food chain, she dialed the number to the CEO of Hamm & Hahn, Jeff.

"Danielle?"

"Yes. It worked, sir. Just like we thought."

"Tell me all about it."

"First, Dave believes that the product fell in his glass by accident. That was pretty easy to set up."

"Excellent, we don't want another nasty lawsuit on our hands."

"Second, he blew right up. Got fat on the spot, just as predicted."

She proceeded to go into details about how she witnessed his rapid expansion, minus her feelings about the sight. Jeff was thoroughly enjoying the description.

"Anyway, you can see all this yourself in the video I'll send you from the camera I placed. And he feels fine, he doesn't even want to lose the weight any time soon, even with the offer of the antidote. I'd say that another side effect of the product is a newfound confidence and acceptance, even enjoyment, of the patient's weight gain."

"You've done amazing, Danielle. Really."

"Thank you, sir."

"Now after all this, after sleeping with him, after watching his fatten up, I can't believe there is no chance you've enjoyed any of it," he teased.

Danielle felt heat rise between her legs as she thought back to those experiences. The longing for Dave. The craving of his fat. She paused in silence for a moment, biting her lip once more.

"It was all professional to me," she replied flatly. She was glad he couldn't see her blushing.

"Suuure, sure, whatever."

"Anything else, sir?"

"That will be all. Go back to Dave now, and professionally enjoy yourself," Jeff chuckled.

She hung up. She took out from her pocket the vial Dave brought. It still had a good amount in it. Besides, she had plenty more in stock.

Contains: rapid male weight gain and magic

Felix laid back on his bed, holding his switch above him playing Tetris against 98 other players. Amidst the fast paced music of his game he could hear his roommate Ralph nervously preparing at the last minute for his date, pacing and mumbling as he put away any object that might hint at any sign of untidiness.

"Dude, relax," he nonchalantly called out without bringing his eyes off the screen. "You're allowed to own stuff, you know? Our forefathers didn't fight off communism for you to hide everything you own."

Ralph threw him an annoyed look, but calmed down his reverse-hoarding activities. He used that moment to take a deep breath, and he turned to Felix.

"Are you going to at least tidy up your stuff laying around the living room? She's going to be here pretty soon, you promised you'd do your part."

After a few moments of button mashing followed by the jingle signaling his defeat, Felix lowered his console to his side with one hand and waved the other in a peculiar pattern above his head, still lying down flat.

Ralph felt the hair on his neck rise with static and took a step back in time for various of Felix's items to float past him through his room's doorway and land sprawled out on the floor. Felix lowered his hand back to his game and started another round.

Ralph sighed at the thought that he spent a good half hour clearing his living space from his own belongings while his roommate did his own part in mere seconds thanks to his powers.

"You couldn't have done that earlier to help me out with my stuff?" he asked half-jokingly.

Felix lifted his head and grinned. "I wouldn't mess with your stuff, I'd be the one to have to put up with your hissy-fits over misplacing something."

Ralph laughed at the jab, beginning to calm down, and happy to take his mind off his upcoming date for a second. They both knew and joked about how neurotic he can be, and they certainly both knew about the magic Felix possessed.

Ralph was someone Felix could trust to keep his powers low-key, as he technically wasn't supposed to use them in public around the common folk. But in his apartment with just Ralph, he could allow himself a bit of liberty when he was away on break from his special training. He would only make use of the occasional telekinesis, mind reading and other small cantrips to make life easier, and not to mention to mess with his roommate. Although he did talk about the much greater extent that his skills can reach, very rarely did he make use of them around him.

"So," Ralph began, "what time do you think you'll be back?"

"Just in time for when you and Mademoiselle Florence Amber decide to head out to your comfy bed," Felix teased, wagging his eyebrows in a mockingly seductive way.

"Shut up, it's only our second date," Ralph said, blushing a bit. "It's a bit early to be thinking of that."

"Yeah? Well why did you invite her to your place, specifically when I'll be gone for the day, hmm?"

Ralph threw a plushie that was lying near him at Felix. "Because your mere presence will ruin the atmosphere and probably poison our drinks or something."

The nervous love bird left the sorcerer alone for now and went off to overthink somewhere else. Felix pushed away the plushie and set his head back down with an annoyed sigh, returning to his interrupted game. He grumbled at the "Game Over" screen waiting for him, the blocks having had the time to stack up during his conversation. He restarted another round.

Not five minutes later, Ralph burst into the room again, shirtless but holding two shirts in his hands. "Quick, my date will be here in almost 15 minutes, what do I wear?"

Felix sighed again. His roommate's restlessness was getting on his nerves. He looked at the loose polo in one hand, the tight fitting t-shirt in the other, and then moved his eyes in between, on Ralph's athletic build. He grinned as an idea sparked in his head, a way to get back at him for annoying him.

Ralph is nervous? I'll give him something to stress about.

"Wear the tight one", he suggested, his smile widening, "I think you'll grow into it well."

"Alrighty", Ralph agreed, relieved to have someone else make this decision for him.

"Well I better be on my way now." As he shuffled out the room towards the door leading outside, Felix allowed himself the rare indulgence of casting higher level magic in his apartment, mumbling the words to an fun spell he'd been saving for a while, never sure until this point when he could make use of it.

"Have fun, you two kids don't get into any trouble now." He closed the door behind him as he left the apartment, a satisfied smirk on his face. His spell was complete. He even began to giggle as he walked, anticipating the effects of the spell.

Ralph will be gaining one pound of fat per minute, starting now.

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Ralph waited anxiously during the 15 minutes it took for his date to get there. He must have been working himself up too much, he thought; he was feeling clamped up, as if his clothes were constricting him, making it harder to breath. But of course not, that was just the stress. He paused to take a breath and try to relax. Florence is going to be here, she's going to look gorgeous, they are going to have a good time. Who knows what might happen next.

That line of thought he was being lead into only served to make him more nervous and he began pacing, trying to clear his thoughts. Finally, the doorbell rang and his heart leaped in his chest.

She's here.

He took a deep breath, straightened his posture, and as he walked to the door, he unconsciously tried readjusting his shirt. God, that tight feeling won't go away.

"Florence! Hello! You look lovely. Come on in."

As he held the door open, his date stepped in, smiling. She was a pretty brunette, only slightly shorter than him, and wearing a gorgeous dress that accentuated her light curves. Ralph took a moment to take in the sight of her, relieving his anxiety completely for a bit. She smiled at the compliment.

"Thank you Ralph, you look great too," she replied, eyeing him up.

For the briefest moment, not enough for her to realize she did, but enough to catch Ralph's attention, she glanced at his midsection. She felt that something was... off, but couldn't quite place it. In her mind flashed pictures of him in his dating profile, and her thought lingered for a moment longer on a shirtless picture he boldly put up, highlighting his abs. She didn't know why that particular picture stuck in her head, she didn't care much for it.

"It's a nice place you have here," and with that the polite pleasantries began as she handed him her jacket and he lead her inside. They caught up a bit since their last and first date, and reminded themselves some of the details shared back then. Classic small talk passed between them as they eventually made their way to the couches in his living room.

Once Ralph sat down, a series of small sensations took him by surprise. First he felt the fabric of his t-shirt rub against the skin of his stomach. Then, as he settled into the cushion, the waistband dug into him slightly. His pants were never this tight at his waist. Finally, he had to restrain a small yelp as he passed his hand across the sore part of his stomach. It felt soft.

He looked down, and was confused as he saw his shirt slightly bowing outwards. His tight shirt seeming to be hugging a small roll.

He and Florence's conversation had paused, and he noticed the sudden silence. He glanced up and saw that she had followed his gaze down to his middle. She quickly lifted her eyes and met his.

"You look worried, is something wrong?" she asked. He got up suddenly, almost too fast. His shirt, still clung to his skin, rode up just a bit with the act, enough to let him feel the air touch his skin. He hastily tugged it down.

"Uh, yeah no don't worry. Um, I'll be back, okay? It'll be just a minute." He fumbled on his words, not really understanding why he was so nervous right now, and made his way to the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, he let out a deep breath, and went to the sink to splash some water on his face. He looked up at his reflection, and thought he looked a bit puffy. Was this also due to the stress? What was he freaked out about again? He looked back down to his stomach. Not being sat down on the couch, what he could swear was a roll wasn't anywhere to be seen, but this didn't feel right. His shirt was still oddly tight. Ralph placed a hand on his stomach and drew in his breath sharply. It still felt soft, giving in to his touch.

He took off his shirt, which proved more difficult than he was used to, and stared at himself in the mirror, instinctively looking at his abs.

But they were gone.

Instead, a smooth layer of fat covered his stomach, just barely not enough to be a belly, but thick and soft nonetheless, with the slightest bow outwards. He ran his hands across it in disbelief, feeling the beginning of an outwards curve, which met at his sides something he never imagined he would have: lovehandles.

"Holy shit, how..." He couldn't quite finish his sentence in his shock. He went to stand on his bathroom scale, his hand still resting on his softer flesh. After a few seconds, the readout showed 188 pounds. He nearly staggered.

"What the fuck? How could I gain over 20 pounds without noticing?" Ralph stared at the number in disbelief. A few seconds later, it changed to 189, but mouth agape, he didn't think much of that, dismissing it as an initial rounding error. He was too focused on the fact that, as far as he knew, he should be just 167 pounds lean. This sudden weight gain was startling.

He looked back at his reflection, and got a better look at himself. He realized even his chest was softer, more puffy around the nipples which pushed outwards a bit. His face was still puffy too. This definitely wasn't just stress. Ralph brought his hand back to his soft midsection, and was further shocked that he could grab a small handful of fat.

Glancing back down after a while, he noticed the readout go up to 190. This time he frowned.

"Ralph? Is everything alright? I'm getting worried here," Florence called out.

He snapped his gaze away from the scale, remembering his date was still waiting outside.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. I'll be out now." Not knowing what else to do or say, he slid his tight shirt back on and started to leave, noticing how much it hugged him now. Giving one last look at his reflection, he took in how what curves he's developed seemed highlighted by his t-shirt. God, for sure she noticed. What does she think about his size?

With these newfound self-conscious thoughts racing in his head, he left the bathroom with a forced smile and went back to sit with Florence.

If she noticed anything, she kept it to herself, as they continued chatting, Florence seeming perfectly comfortable, Ralph trying his best to hide his nerves.

The minutes pasted by as she got caught up in a long story she simply had to share, him becoming more and more uncomfortable, both due to his stress and to the progressively tightening feeling all over him.

Eventually after about 10 minutes, he couldn't ignore the constrictive feeling at his waist anymore and he tried to discretely pass his hand across his waistband, hoping to relieve whatever discomfort it was causing. Blood drained from his face as all he felt was an even deeper softness as his hand pressed into fat. Thicker, softer fat.

He couldn't help but glance down, and where before was merely a thick layer of fat was now definitely a belly. An outward curve of fat pushed out his shirt a bit, unmistakable amidst what he wasn't aware was a 30 plus pound weight gain.

"Ralph?"

He looked up, and this time her eyes didn't leave his paunch to meet his. "Ralph, are you feeling alright? You're looking kind of bl-"

"Yeah yeah" he interrupted, "I'm okay, just uh, bloated, yeah. Oh hey, how about a movie?" Before she could answer he got up and went to close the blinds, Soon the apartment was almost all dark. Florence, somewhat baffled at his strange behavior, didn't protest and let him continue.

It was a panic induced move on Ralph's part. He didn't know what was going on but he didn't want her seeing him like this, so he did the first thing that came to mind. When he got up, he noticed for the first time how more difficult it was with his added weight, which he found unusual since he still believed he had only gained a tad more than 20 pounds of fat on his frame.

Now that he felt it was dark enough to not be seen properly, he had to keep up with his suggestion and play a movie. He sat back down next to Florence and opened his go-to streaming service.

He let her browse the selection and pick the movie. Once it was playing, the lights dimmed further from the glare of the selection screen to the darker tones of the film. She had put on a melancholic romantic film, probably hoping to set some kind of atmosphere. It was still too early in their relationship for them to hold hands though, but that turned out to be good for Ralph. This allowed him to use his hands to explore the sudden changes in his body in the dim light while Florence was paying attention to the movie; or so he thought.

Trying to be discrete, he slowly passed a hand across his belly, somehow looking slightly more curved out than when he first noticed it. He felt how his taut shirt was stretched over this new mound of fat, and pressed his hand into its softness. The give was greater than when he first prodded his stomach in the bathroom. Under his belly was a strip of exposed skin that his shirt couldn't cover, a small exposed roll lapping over his waistband

Ralph was very confused. How could he have gotten fatter? Or was it really just bloating, on top of his original 20 pound gain? As the movie went on, he tried to bring his thoughts away and focus on the screen, but the tightening feeling of his clothes, particularly his jeans, kept on bringing back his attention to his body.

Florence was only half paying attention to the film, not being particularly interested in the genre. She was worried about her date and would occasionally glance in his direction. More than once she found him looking down at himself, a hand either pressing into or grabbing a part of his belly, or even feeling up his softer, protruding chest. Even she could tell his stomach was definitely larger than before. She didn't know what to say or make of this awkward situation, as she didn't want to offend him by pointing anything out. She also still believed it was just bloating. But my, what bloating it was...

A good 20 minutes into the movie, Ralph couldn't take the constriction at his waist anymore. Whatever was happening to him, his waistband was painfully cutting into him and he couldn't ignore it anymore. He had done so until then because he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. Now he tried discretely passing his hand at his waist again, bringing a thumb under his belly to his jean's button. He had to dig under quite a layer of fat to reach it, which only made him worry more.

As he flicked the button out, his compressed belly fat surged out and with a loud fwiiiiip, his skin tight t-shirt slipped upwards, further freeing his belly up till under his chest, now evident moobs.

Florence turned at the sudden sound and gasped as she starred at the exposed fat of his belly. Ralph was also staring, wearing a shocked expression as he looked down at the ball of fat beginning to encroach on his thighs. Thighs which were also larger, also straining in his pants. He shakily brought up his hands and slowly rested them on the thick sides of his stomach, feeling his rolls under his fingers. He noticed now how his hands and arms too looked fatter.

"Alright, that's enough. We need to get you to the emergency." He didn't even phase from his daze as she got up, paused the movie and came over to help him get up. Having put on over 55 pounds of fat now, it took some extra effort for the two of them as he got up on his feet. Finally he looked up, his now chubby face looking at hers.

"What's happening to me?"

"I don't know, but this kind of bloating is definitely not normal. I'm driving you to the emergency room."

"Alright, uh my shirt, let me just-"

"Look there's no time, this could be a dangerous reaction, you'll have to go like this. Let's go!"

And with that they left his place and hopped into her car; more like flopped into in Ralph's case, who was now a husky 225 pounds. On his 5 feet 8 frame this was quite a bit and he was beyond the point of a chubby, out of shape athletic guy. He was fat, and getting fatter.

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The first problem was that Ralph lived far away from any emergency center or hospital. He wasn't in the city but on the outskirt. The second problem was that it was now the end of work rush hour, and traffic jams ensued.

"Damn it," Florence sighed after some time navigating the traffic. "GPS says we'll be there in no less than 45 minutes. Are you feeling alright? Can you breath?"

"Yeah, I don't feel anything wrong, other than, you know, all this," he emphasized by grabbing with both hands his gut, giving it a lift. It actually wobbled a bit when he dropped it.

She took a moment while the car was at a halt among the other stopped cars to get a good look at him. His shirt was still under his now more constricted chest, highlighting the outwards curves of both his stomach and his soft moobs. His face was ringed with a fat chin, which got pushed out as he bowed his head to look at himself. His arms also looked swollen. These arms extended to chubby looking forearms and fingers, which were busy grabbing large handfuls of what looked like thick lovehandles. But of course it's just a bad bloat or allergic swelling, right?

The minutes rolled by as they inched their way out of traffic and closer to the emergency room, Ralph slowly fattening up. Although they couldn't see it happen, his stomach relentlessly spread out little by little. He would only realize this after shifting in his seat trying to adjust his uncomfortably tightening pants and pulling on his seat belt to give himself more room. Just a bit more wobble was added, just a bit of a greater curve was noticed, and his hands found their way further and further away from him as he periodically felt the status of his belly.

Florence noticed too each time she glanced at him that he was wider, taking up more space, his side getting closer to her hand as she went to shift gears. She couldn't stop herself from staring, curious and entranced by his odd swelling, although mostly worried, of course.

They finally arrived at the hospital parking lot right on time as predicted, 45 pounds of fat later. Florence went to open Ralph's door and helped heft out his 270 pound body out. As he sat trying to get up, already his belly was spread over his thighs, which seemed just about to burst his jean's seams. With a grunt he stood up, arms supported by his freaked out date. With this newfound spare room he took the opportunity to remove his shirt which was tightly wrapped around his chest. Now fully bare chested, he let out a sigh of relief while Florence gawked at him and his round body.

"Okay I swear you look way bigger than before, this is freaking me out. Are you sure you're feeling fine? Any allergies you forgot?"

"I'm telling you, all I feel is tighter and heavier. I feel, well, I feel fat."

"What? How? How could you be heavier? How could this be fat?" She didn't want to admit it, but deep down she knew what he looked like was a fatter version of earlier Ralph.

"This isn't an allergic reaction," he insisted, "it doesn't work this way. This isn't swelling or water retention, it's definitely, just, fat."

"It can't be that either, that doesn't make any sense. You can't just magically get fat like that"

"No of course not, that's not poss-" he choked on his words as realization dawned on him. He looked down at himself, at his fat body, and grabbed a large handful of flab, as if confirming the idea that formed in his head.

"Son of a bitch..."

"What?" she said.

"That absolute fuckhead! He did this!" On that note he turned around and stormed back towards the car. He grabbed his phone and called his roommate as Florence watched, confused.

After an excruciatingly long wait, Felix finally picked up. "Hey man, what's up? Having a swell time?"

"What did you do to me?" he roared at the phone.

"What? Me? I didn't do nothing."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Me? Fat chance."

"Cut the bullshit Felix. You made me get fucking fat. Turn me back!"

"Ooooooooooh," his roommate said in an exaggerated voice. "Yeah I think I might know what you're talking about." He chuckled.

"Undo your magic."

"How long has it been? Hold on." He whistled as he checked the time. "Damn boy, you put on over a hundred pounds you know? You're really letting yourself go."

"Dude! I'm serious! I'm here with Florence about to enter the hospital. You gotta undo this."

"Alright fine. But I can't do anything from a distance. We need to meet back at our place." Ralph could almost hear his mischievous grin through the receiver.

"What?? But I'm still getting fatter, clearly whatever shit curse you put on me makes me fatter as time goes on."

"One pound a minute," he said nonchalantly.

"Wow. You really thought this through, asshole."

"Aww c'mon, I'm sure you look great. You always looked like you could put some meat on your bones. I'm sure Florence thinks you look cute."

Ralph turned to glance at her, who was indeed staring at him, but probably for the wrong reasons.

"Alright that's enough. Can't you just teleport here?"

"You know I can't use my magic in public. You have to come here, it's really the only way."

Ralph sighed, imagining just how much fatter he'll be after the drive back. "All right, but you better be quick once we're there." With that he hung up abruptly and turned to Florence.

"We gotta go back, quick."

"Whu-what's this about? Magic?"

"Long story. My roommate is some sort of wizard thing, you're not supposed to know this so keep it to yourself. I'll explain on the way. Let's go!"

As he said this he plopped himself down on his seat, and with his recent gain, the sudden squish of his fat thighs finally burst his seams and broke through the zipper, releasing the thick flab of his legs and lower belly. He blushed hard at this, embarrassed at being further exposed in this state, and looked up at Florence.

She was standing right next to him, eyes glued to his fat gut, and brought a shaking hand towards it. She pressed it in, touching it for the first time, feeling how surprisingly deep it sunk in, and immediately withdrew it. It was her turn to blush, unsure why she did this.

"So it really is fat," she muttered.

An awkward silence passed between the two, before Ralph added: "Uh, yeah it is, and according to my roommate I've put on a hundred pounds of this and I'm only getting fatter. We really gotta get going."

"Yes, right on it."

He took the time to first take off his pants before he ripped it any further as she made her way around to the wheel. He kept on his underwear for decency sake even though it too was digging into him. It was barely visible under his large belly and rolls of fat anyway.

And with that they were off, Florence quickly navigating through the receding traffic, Ralph still getting fatter. During the trip, he recounted the conversation he had with Felix over the phone, explaining the full effect of the spell, and giving a bit of details about who Felix really was.

His seat belt would press more into his soft, widening belly and he would occasionally tug at it to give himself more room. His gut slowly spread out further along his thickening thighs.

They arrived no more than 30 minutes later, lucky the roads were more cleared up. But the time spent out of the car talking to Felix added to his weight as well and he hefted his over 300 pound fat body out of the car, nearly double his original weight.

"Look at me now," he lamented at his increased size. "I'm even fatter than before, just because of the ride home." He went to lift his belly, cupping his hands under it, feeling how heavy this ball of fat was, and watching it jiggle for a few seconds as he let it drop. He brought his hands up to his chest, grabbing each in one hand, each one over-spilling between his fingers as they were now larger than a handful. Then he touched his face, feeling a ring of fat around his chins and neck.

He tried walking quickly to his apartment but found out soon enough that merely walking was a big task at his size, and quickly got winded out. He ended up needing Florence's support. This was good as she provided a somewhat limited cover; he was after all only in his small underwear. His flabby ass was now almost fully exposed behind him, jiggling with every step. He felt he would die of embarrassment if a neighbor were to come out right then.

Once he opened his apartment door he screamed Felix's name. His head poked out of his bedroom doorway, a wide smile on his face. He whistled at the sight of his roommate, who was now charging towards him with newfound energy.

"Ohoho, look at you- woah woah there big guy calm down," he laughed.

"You think this is funny? I'm fat! This isn't funny! Change me back now!"

"Alright alright, just give me a moment... to collect myself" he said, stifling laughter.

It was then that Florence caught up with Ralph, and gently grabbed his shoulder. Even that was fat, she noticed, as her fingers sunk in.

"Hey, uh, before you undo your, um, magic, can I have a moment with Ralph? Alone?"

Ralph turned to look at her, surprised.

"But he can just change me back, right now," he said. "Why wait?"

"Please, it's important. Just, come on." With that she grabbed his wrist and pulled towards where she assumed was his bedroom. Ralph, confused, looked at Felix, than back at Florence, then went along with her to his room.

Once they were inside, she turned to close the door behind them.

"What's this about? I'm not getting any thinner in here, you know," he said, annoyed and anxious.

"I know." She turned and stared right into his eyes. He fell quiet, unsure what she meant by that. She then moved her eyes down to his belly and began walking towards him, biting her lower lip

This time she brought both her hands to his fat ball of a gut and grabbed its sides. He drew in a sharp breath at this sudden contact between the two of them, but he didn't do anything to stop her.

"This is, wow, this is amazing," she whispered as she explored the large surface, the rolls of his exposed round mass, grabbing handfuls of fat here and there.

"...What are you doing?"

Instead of responding, she slid her hands slowly over the curve of his belly up to his chest and began caressing there. They've recently lost their perkiness and drooped a bit, sacs of fat resting on his ball of a belly. Then she brought her hands up to his chubby face, holding its sides , staring straight into his eyes.

Ralph's breath quickened.

"Hold on, do you actually like me fat like thi-" but she interrupted him with a deep, passionate kiss. Stunned, he closed his eyes after a second and reciprocated, her body pressing into his soft flesh. This was their first kiss.

Once that was done, Ralph was finally out of words. Florence picked up where they were at.

"Watching you fatten up in the car brought me so many new emotions, but now I realize that it was the hottest thing I've seen in my life."

Speechless, Ralph's mouth was agape. He was stunned, and had completely forgotten that he was still getting fatter. As if on cue, his slow growth finally made his underwear snap, and his belly quivered a bit with the sudden release.

"Right on time," Florence cooed, and gave him a push. Caught off guard and unused to his new weight, he fell backwards onto his bed with a heavy thud, his whole body jiggling. That turned her on like mad and she jumped on him, cradling his belly with her thighs. She removed her dress and lifted her bra, letting her tits drop out and jiggle, enticing Ralph. They weren't much bigger than his moobs by now, but that wasn't a competition she was worried about winning.

Soon a new pressure was felt under his belly, and he thought to himself: 'This is it, it's happening. Under the weirdest of circumstances, but hell yeah.'

Outside the room, Felix was waiting for whatever Florence had to say that was so important as to interrupt his reversal spell, when he began hearing creaking from Ralph's bed, followed by general love-making noises.

"Oh for god's sake," he groaned, leaving to return to his room, shutting the door to the sounds they were making.

Contains: female breast expansion, rapid male weight gain and mature themes.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. It's a pleasure to have you all here for our first live demonstration of Instabust."

Sounds of flashing cameras from members of the press filled the air of the large white lab, capturing a smiling Dr. Norman Crassus, head scientist of the successful pharmaceutical company Hamm & Hahn. The bioengineer, still beaming with excitement, looked around the room. His gaze met his equally excited team of colleague scientists and, from across the room, he winked at the CEO of the company, Jeff Arbilla. Norman turned his attention back to the reporters.

"Now, as cheesy as the name may sound, it does hint at the remarkable success and efficiency of our new product," he began, slowly pacing the room. He was loving the attention, and would occasionally bring his hand up to stroke his beard in a dramatic and thoughtful manner. He wanted the press to be thoroughly impressed.

"Standard breast augmentation surgery is costly and poses many risks to the patient," the scientists continued. "Further surgeries are often required, and the implants degrade over time. There is furthermore a certain distinct "look" that breasts with implants have which gives away the fact that they aren't natural."

"Now," he paused, and took an unmarked bottle out of a glass container on a nearby table. "Instabust is a miracle breast augmentation procedure that does not have any of these faults, and presents even more additional benefits. This product," he stopped again to hold up the beige bottle in front of the cameras, followed by more flashes, "is the substance that we have perfected in our labs over the course of more than three years and which is the key to the Instabust procedure. This cream will be used to augment the size of breasts, to any reasonable desired size... within minutes. Two minutes at most, to be precise."

Dr. Crassus allowed some time for the press to process this information as incredulous looks of disbelief appeared on the faces of the reporters. Their whispering among each other quickly silenced as the scientist continued his explanation.

"It is simply applied like a cream, yes, but that word does not do it justice. It is rather a highly dense liquid organic compound, nearing the density of mercury, which is quickly absorbed through the skin. The time of absorption is quite fast, only taking at most a minute. It will attach itself to the fat cells in the adipose tissue right under the skin. It was designed to be highly reactive with the body’s chemicals contained in its fat cells, and within another minute it will fully react with the substance to produce a slight variant of generic body fat." He quickly glanced at the CEO while he paused again, waiting for the understanding of how exactly the product works to dawn on the reporters. Once enough of their eyes widened in realization, he continued.

"Now of course, body fat is much less dense than mercury. Thus, as the chemical reaction takes place, the patient’s breasts will expand within seconds to its new size as the pseudo-fat accumulates." Dr. Crassus loved describing this part. It always sent his imagination soaring to wild fantasies. "As remarkable as this is, the greatest achievement of our product is in the nature of this pseudo-fat. You see, if it simply produced normal fatty tissue, this could be lost through weight loss and reduction of calories. We do not want this to be a temporary procedure. The resulting compound from the chemical reaction in the fat cells is not something the body detects as a foreign body, nor as a source of calories, and will thus never be removed by any natural bodily function. This is a permanent breast augmentation," the scientist emphasized his final statement, almost shouting with enthusiasm and excitement.

He scanned the shocked expressions, and after a few moments of silence the members of the press began to lightly clap, half out of awe for the feat just described, half because they just didn't know how to respond. One woman raised her hand but Dr. Crassus stopped her.

"Questions will be answered after the demonstration. And on that note, please, miss Mauve, if you will," he beckoned towards an open door behind the group of scientists. A beautiful model came in the lab and walked towards Norman, clad in only a deep blue bikini. More camera flashes.

"I will now politely ask you to please put away your cameras and phones for the respect of miss Mauve's privacy, as the procedure requires her to be exposed." While the cameramen grumpily turned them off, the young woman removed her bra, revealing beautiful yet modestly sized tits. A group of three scientists in lab coats, goggles and gloves wheeled in a surgical bed in front of the reporters on which she laid down, providing everyone with a pleasant view.

"Miss Mauve was kind enough to volunteer for this first demonstration in front of a public audience. I must again emphasize that this is not a product that will be available in the shelves of beauty stores. It must be used as part of a medical procedure to be done by specially trained experts in appropriate medical facilities."

During his explanation, the scientists have begun to prepare for the treatment. The first opened the bottle containing the dense and heavy product and poured some of its content in a tray surrounded by medical tools. The second was thoroughly washing the surface of the model's breasts to clear her skin from any obstacles that could hinder the absorption of the product. The third, then, with a marker encircled specific areas on the breasts' skin, and covered the rest of her body around her chest with special fabric.

"As you can see, these marked regions are where the substance will be applied and absorbed. We cannot simply coat the whole breast with it, as it will leave it looking more like a fatty lump. We wish to preserve as best as we can the original shape and perkiness of her breasts. Her bust is currently a B cup. A layer just less than one centimeter thick of the product in these regions should be enough to grow them past a D cup." The reporters, already encircling the table from a distance, approached a bit more to get a better look, and a better view.

The scientists quickly began applying with specialized brushes the layer of the product on her chest, which looked like a coat of shiny off-white paint, and removed the protective fabric. They backed away to give more room for everyone to see the process. Slowly, the thick liquid, which was very sticky and didn't flow off the sides of her breasts, was disappearing as it was getting absorbed into her skin. As predicted, within less than a minute none was left. Mauve looked down at her tits with a curious expression.

"They already feel heavier," she noted.

"Indeed, the full weight of the product is now completely inside the skin of your breasts. The reaction will soon start," explained the head scientists, starring with intensity at the young woman's tits from behind her ogling audience. The reaction had not begun yet, but they noted that the skin of her chest looked slightly swollen, being saturated with the heavy substance.

The rest of the team of scientists had already joined the audience, and as they stared in silence and excited anticipation for what seemed like minutes, but was actually mere seconds, one woman from the press gasped:

"I think it's starting! They're getting bigger!"

As they all watched, her small tits began to swell. Pointing upwards, they rose up slowly as they rounded out and pushed each other apart, the fat-like substance literally inflating her breasts. The skin stretched, causing her nipples to widen, and the sensation quickly made them erect and sensitive. She almost lifted up her hands to feel her tits expanding in them and wished she could rub her nipples, but she was firmly instructed to not move during the procedure before she was brought in. The breast expansion continued, her B's becoming C's and beyond, and the increasing squishy mass lying on her torso started to droop on her sides just a bit. They spread outwards in all directions until the reaction slowly came to a halt and left her with round, large perky D cup tits, almost DD cup, all within about fifty seconds based on a stopwatch a scientist was holding.

Every man in the audience, press and scientists alike, struggled to discretely adjust throbbing erections from this insanely hot view. For many of them this was a fantasy come true and it took all their efforts not to cum in their pants right then and there, and in the stunned silence you could hear their heavy breathing. A few of the women felt a pulsating heat between their legs as well.

Mauve stared astonished at her new larger tits. Part of her never really believed it would be true. She now allowed herself to touch her chest. Sitting up from her laid down position, she grabbed each tit and lifted them, feeling their new weight. This was the first time her tits overfilled her hands, and that by a lot. The enhanced model let them drop, watching them jiggle and bounce around, a feeling that was never this strong before with her old cup size. She pushed her hands into the sides of her chest, testing how far they sank in.

Maud continued groping herself and experimenting with her newfound jigglyness, a dazed happy smiled across her face. This was too much to handle for one of the younger men in the group of reporters and he dashed to the nearest washroom, a hard feat to do in the middle of an intense orgasm.

The model lifted her head and saw the audience closely surrounding her, all mouths agape and eyes starring in disbelief, all pinned to her enlarged tits. Starting to feel embarrassed, she instinctively reached for her blue bra and quickly tried to put it on, but met with an unexpected struggle. It no longer fit. The small bra was squeezing her tits, soft mass spilling out the cups. She couldn't even clasp the straps behind her.

Her incredulity and happiness that she was holding back till then all came out at once, and with the hilarity of the situation, Maude started laughing, Breaking the tension in the room, her audience started clapping again, laughter and cheers erupted all around. One of the scientists that worked on her procedure approached her holding a larger bra of the same color and style.

"Wait a moment before you try it on, I need to inspect you to make sure there were no, uh, complications," the scientist nervously announced with a chuckle. He expertly touched and prodded around, on top and under her large tits, his favorite part of the procedure he had practiced on many other volunteers. Of course, since the process of the reaction was completely harmless, this was an unnecessary step.

After she put on her newly fitting bra and the reporters took enough pictures for the inevitably viral before-after transformation images they will soon publish, she was escorted out of the lab. The press then began drilling Dr. Crassus and his team with questions for well over an hour. At the end of it all, the reporters left, still baffled by the intensely erotic experience they had the chance to witness.

Many of the scientists working on the project held secret fantasies and ideas for "experiments" they hoped to try out with this miracle product at their reach. Before leaving the lab, the CEO and the head scientist exchanged one last knowing look, both sporting a mischievous grin. They both knew their mutual fantasies would not remain mere fantasies and will very soon become reality. After all, that is why they both took over the company.

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To prepare for the predicted success of their product, Hamm & Hahn's laboratories had been employing an extra team of scientists for the past few weeks to work night-shifts in order to help produce as much of the product as possible. By the time the first public presentation of the procedure had taken place, several tall storage vats filled with the miraculous liquid had been prepared.

At some point during the non stop 24 hour work day, some cleaning around had to be done. Dylan had recently started working at the lab as a janitor and he was assigned the shift for the night following the successful presentation. Of course, being assigned to clean around a large pharmaceutical laboratory required special safety training on properly disposing of certain chemical byproducts and wastes as well as proper lab conduct, so he was comfortably paid.

He knew how lucky he was to land this job with nothing to show for on his resume, no degrees beyond his GED. With nothing impressive or memorable about him, except perhaps his admirable athletic record, he felt it was too good to be true when he learned his application was accepted. Well, Dylan thought to himself, good thing he bucked up and pushed himself to apply for positions he felt were above him.

The sounds from the distant hard working scientists in the background brought him out of his daydreaming. Picking up the pace, he cursed himself for again wasting time lost in his thoughts. He was scrubbing the metal railing of the walkway above the lab which allowed access to the various tall machines and storage vats. Dylan knew how often he lost focus on the job and the risks this had in a lab like this, yet he was motivated to show his employers that they had made the right choice, and so he doubled his scrubbing efforts.

As a janitor, even with his training, he didn't know much about what happened around in the lab, nor what was the big deal about the vaguely explained "special event" that happened earlier that day. He was told not to ask questions, but from what he could gather from the chatter between two of the scientists working below him, it was "the hottest thing they had ever seen". He chuckled, and wondered to himself, what could possibly be so hot about science?

Dylan was now removing grime off the wall on which the metal walkway was attached, and behind him stood the large vats containing the Instabust product. They were made just high enough to reach the bottom of the walkway’s railings so that the scientists could access the opening on top, inspect its content and fill it up. Dylan’s thoughts now drifted, as his scrubbing became a mindless automatic action and the scientists' words came back to him, to trying to come up with erotic scenarios that could happen with the help of cutting-edge science, and elements of science-fiction, in a lab like this.

In his distracted state, he failed to hear the gentle whir of the vat's automatic door opening behind him; he in fact completely forgot about its presence, never having been about told its importance or its content. Pausing to take a break as his arm began to ache, he took a step back to rest himself on the railing.

Dylan’s break lasted only a second as the metal fencing he was leaning on suddenly unhinged from the walkway. With a loud cry he fell backwards into the open vat, back first right in the white-ish product . He hit the surface with a muffled splash but only sank in about less than a feet, the dense liquid quickly stopping his plunge. Luckily his swimming instinct kicked in and he raised his chin high in the air, saving his from suffocating as his entire body besides his face got immersed in the chemical substance. But now he was stuck, unable to move in the thick, heavy liquid, feeling a tight, cold grip on his entire body.

The second his cry was heard alarms blared across the lab as nearby scientists dropped everything and rushed to get him free, realizing immediately the urgency of the situation. They had to get him out of there and hose off the product as quickly as possible.

Almost immediately an industrial indoor crane dove its large claws into the vat and grabbed hold of Dylan. A loud suctioning sound accompanied the strained whining of the crane's engine as the poor janitor was dragged with difficulty out of the sticky, heavy liquid that clung to his clothes and body. While still being transported in the air, before he could even be placed on the floor, he was sprayed with high-power water jets. As soon they laid him down, the scientists rushed to rip off his clothes to attempt to remove the layer of the product that stuck to his skin under them.

Once he was naked they found him to be covered head to toe with a coat a few centimeters thick of the liquid, and aimed the hoses at him again at full strength. Unfortunately what they had feared had already happened; turning the jets away from Dylan, the last centimeter layer, as it was designed to behave after long enough contact, stubbornly clung to his skin and could no longer be removed.

The absorption process had already begun.

The victim laid sprawled on his back in a puddle of water, coughing and still dazed from his intense shower while the scientists watched helplessly as the last of the product quickly disappeared into his skin, which turned slightly red and swollen.

Coming back to his sense, Dylan tried to stand up but could only manage to prop himself up on his arms, struggling from the effort.

"Wh-What's going on? Why do I feel so heavy?"

The scientists began to quickly and nervously mutter calculations among themselves:

"One cm layer," "5 ft 9, 150 lbs male," "Average surface area of 1.9 meters squared," "13 grams per cm cubed,"...

Dylan, still oblivious to the fact that they are talking about him, grew worried as he saw many of their expressions turn to shock as they started reaching the conclusion of their number crunching.

"Oh shit, that's over 540 lbs of product absorbed..."

"What do we do? We can't just let this happen!"

"We should knock him out, no one should have to experience this. I'll run get some anesthesia to-"

Every scientist surrounding the young man suddenly grew quiet and stared at him. Before anyone could do anything, the one minute absorption period which was completed just a few seconds ago proceeded to the next phase of the procedure.

Dylan's audience stared at him as he slowly started getting fatter, the chemical reaction beginning to soften his athletic body. They watched in real time as his abs first flattened out, making his abdomen into a uniform surface, followed by being covered by a thickening layer of flab.

He knew something was wrong when he saw the scientists' expression change and their eyes turned to his stomach. He glanced downwards to see what they were gawking at and let out a shout.

"Wha... what the fuck?" he stammered as he began to witness himself getting fatter, his midsection expanding with fat.

His swelling paunch formed a bulge which began to form an outwards curve growing into the beginning of a belly at the bottom of his torso, going from a thick layer of fat to a noticeably expanding small, round dome. As it inflated before their very eyes, it began taking up more space forward, the curve following upwards towards his softening chest. His fat belly rounded out outwards as well towards his sides, blowing up into a growing ball shaped belly. His love handles filled out with fat to join the ever growing mass of his fat gut, making him wider and wider.

While less than 10 seconds and 50 pounds of fat ago was once a hard flat surface, his chest was now squishy and soft, two moobs beginning to round out and spread outwards. As his chest fattened up and his belly blew up with fat at an increasingly fast pace every second, so did his arms and legs. All muscle definition was melting away as his arms thickened and softened, creases forming at his elbows. His thighs and calves spread out and widened as he still sat on the ground, propped up by his growing arms. The speed at which he was getting fat had reached its peak at around 10 pounds a second produced by the reaction, and continued with no sign of stopping

Dylan lifted an arm to place his hand on the curve of his belly, feeling it sink in alarmingly, and feeling his gut push against it as he watched it continue to quickly grow and round out. Having passed the 250 pound mark, he looked up to the horrified scientists and screamed:

"I'm fattening up! I'm literally getting fat! You guys have to stop this!"

Silence.

"Do something!" he cried out desperately. They all knew there was nothing they could do now, and that this was just the beginning.

Seeing their silent blank stares, Dylan helplessly lowered his head to continue watching his own inflating body, his fat gut much larger now, having gained several dozen pounds of fat in that short period. That's when he felt his double chin and fat neck press together, slowly merging as they thickened with every passing second. His gaze traveled down to his growing moobs, flowing out onto the rising curve of his squishy, fattening round belly, which was beginning to touch and spread out on his fat thickening thighs.

The fat of his chest joined the growing flabby layer under his arms, connecting to his back rolls. As both this layer, his large love-handles and the flab of his pillow-like upper arm swelled with fat, further widening his waist, his arms began to be pushed outwards. His large gut, still inflating with fat like beach ball, distributed his weight in front of him and now provided the support he needed so he could raise both his arms off the ground. Dylan grabbed the sides of his huge fat midsection, holding large handfuls of fat rolls, still in disbelief at what he was experiencing and in shock at how big, fat and squishy his belly was. Feeling the rolls expand in his hands and his belly pushing out his arms to the side reminded him that it was far from over.

Having put on another 100 pounds on his ruined figure and nearing the calculated half-way point, in his sitting position his gut had long since rested far out on his fat thighs. They had spread far outwards under him and, together with his fattening ass, formed a growing shelf of fat under him, like he was sitting on a beanbag. Dylan reached out and placed his hands on the front of his belly near its bottom, joining them and hefting the jiggly massive yoga ball of fat clung to his midsection. His thickening arms hugged the large curve of his belly, squishing his squishing his round gut to keep his hands together as he continued to fatten up.

He watched as his expansion continued for what seemed like forever, but which had only been just about 40 second in reality, every part of his body filling out with fat, while feeling his cheeks wobble as he moved his head to watch the different parts of him inflate. He saw his enormous fat gut continue its tireless journey along his thighs, being filled with fat and obscuring his knees from his view as it inched forward. While this happened, his hands were forced apart by his belly's growth, no longer able to reach around the inflating ball of fat, and steadily grew more distant from each other as his weight gain continued.

He had passed the 500 pound mark. Dylan looked up to the crowd of scientists ogling him in morbid fascination as his body journeyed into morbid obesity, the effects of a lifetime of gluttony taking place in seconds. He felt humiliated being watched as he helplessly became fatter and fatter, still no end in sight. Holding himself up grew tiring and he flopped backwards onto his back. The impact caused his whole body to wobble like a bowl of jello. He tried to raise his head again to see his body fatten up, but his chins and neck have become a thick obstacle. His chest sagged to the sides, moobs now larger than the enhanced tits of the model earlier that day. His fat belly rose like a dome over his body, a huge hemisphere beginning under his fat chest, curving out rising almost two feet in the air and curving back down past the middle of his largely spread thighs. Dylan's still expanding gut was also spreading out onto the ground over a foot on each side, joining his inflating chest and growing side rolls at pushing out his arms at a larger angle.

The scientists, still stunned in place, watched the last 150 pounds settle on Dylan's overflowing body, still swelling out with fat like bread in an oven. His enormous fat gut grew higher and higher, wider and wider on the ground on his sides, and farther and farther on his legs, now covering up his knees. His man tits were swelling up to melon like proportions, spreading on his sides as well but also rising upwards. His arms were basically pointing straight outwards as the finals pounds of the weight gain settled in.

Clocking in at just shy of 700 pounds, his whale-like body was dominated by his giant half deflated ball of a belly, spilling out on all sides, covering his body while still rising high above him. His arms and legs were half visible poking out around him, yet still overflowing with fat rolls upon fat rolls. His neck was one large roll of fat pushing against his wide chest. Everything about him was disproportionately swollen with fat.

The chemical reaction was finally complete, taking a bit over a minute to convert the incredible amount of absorbed substance in order to inflate his body with 540 pounds of fat.

Following a long silence, still processing the reality of being rapidly fattened up to near immobility, he turned his head towards the scientists.

"This company is going to get the biggest lawsuit in history. Just what the actual fuck happened to me?"

The stunned men and women orbiting him snapped out of their daze and looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing how to begin.

"Whatever way that white stuff made me fat, I don't care, but you can reverse this, right? It's your chemical, you must have a way to do that!" Dylan continued.

Finally one of the scientists broke the silence and tentatively began:

"Dylan, I'm very sorry, but we never produced an, uh, "antidote" for this product. In fact, it's not even, well..." he cut himself off, unsure how to break it to him.

"But you can make me lose weight, right? This is fat, the least you can do is have the company pay for some weight loss program, or diet, or surgery, or something!" Dylan began to shout, anger and desperation building inside him. The scientist wiped his forehead before answering.

"Again, I'm very, very sorry. This isn't actually fat, you see. Well, it's essentially body fat, in all shape and form, but the product, the "white stuff", what it, uh, filled you with, can't be removed through weight loss."

Dylan's jaw opened, and closed, and cycled through that a few times, blood draining from his face.

"Wait, hold on, what? You don't actually mean, no, no no, you're saying I'm stuck like this? I'm fat forever? What about surgery? You can't just remove all this fat, or whatever it is?"

"I'm... I'm afraid not. Liposuction is an aesthetic procedure, and is only used to remove about ten pounds at the most. Removing more would be dangerous for your body, so would multiple surgeries."

He gave a nervous glance at his colleagues before continuing.

"And since it would be a full body procedure, because, well, your entire body is fat, an invasive surgery of that extent would kill you anyway. I'm afraid that your weight gain will be permanent..."

The news was a blow to Dylan, and he let his head fall back down. Permanent weight gain. Permanently fat. 690 pounds for the rest of his life. The words bounced around his head, the truth too difficult to accept.

He remained lying there in a dreamlike state. Even when the curiosity of one the scientist got the better of her, making her break formation and walk towards him to grab a handful of fat and sink her hands deep into his huge belly, he remained unphased, muttering the same words over and over. He still didn't even react when the rest of the scientists one by one joined her, groping and prodding different folds, crevices, bulges, squeezing and jiggling various handfuls of flab. Pushing around his fat gut, hefting his squishy moobs, they explored his fat body and analysed the first observed effect of their product on the body of a man, and not just restricted to his chest as well.

During their exploration some learned more than their colleagues, as they confirmed the new disturbing feelings they discovered while watching him fatten up before their eyes. Witnessing such a rapid weight gain brought them to breathtaking levels of arousal, and all they could think of now was how hot Dylan’s massive, soft body was, and how good it felt to press themselves deep into his flesh. Some of them even wondered how it would feel to gain weight and be fat, and looked up at the open vat Dylan fell in, a grin on their face.

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During the whole experience, none of them, Dylan or the scientists, noticed the security cameras on the walls pointed directly at the fattening man, recording every angle of his rapid expansion. Jeff Arbilla and Norman Crassus, sitting together in the CEO's office, watched the live feed of the entire weight gain process with great pleasure, both getting the hardest erection of their lives.

The secret lovers were absolutely thrilled to see their plan work and their mutual fantasy finally fulfilled. They now have a method to make anyone they want as fat as they wish, almost instantaneously. Of course, their product is marketed for breast enlargement, but how else would they have gotten the funding to make their dream come true?

It was a long con years in the making, and tricking Dylan was the final carefully planned detail. Of course, no one would volunteer for an experimental method to become fat and never be able to slim down again, when the product wasn’t even guaranteed to work properly on the entire body; no one, except members of fat fetish and weight gain communities, which included the CEO and the head scientist. But the couple wanted to keep their plans away from the public, and excited newly fattened feedees would immediately announce their dream come true to the whole community, and the news would surely spread out of their control.

And they also wanted to have more fun testing it out.

Thus they hired a boring, forgettable person with few people to remember him. Dylan was the perfect fit, clumsy and distracted as he was. It was easy to set up various "faults" in the systems around the vat of the fantastical product, and he made it all the easier by carelessly leaning into one of the weak points they set up.

Silencing him with a very generous settlement would not be too difficult, and no one would believe the story of a morbidly obese man claiming innocence to his weight gain. Falsified medical records would help assure that.

"So," Norman said in a sultry voice, turning to his lover and placing a strong hand on his thigh. "What did you think, Mr. Big CEO, did the product meet your... satisfaction?" He let his hand travel up his leg and rest on Jeff's hard-on bulging through his pants. This was the answer he needed.

Jeff's smile widened further and he pulled the scientist responsible for giving them the possibility to make their deepest desires reality off his seat, bringing him on his lap. Both men have been siting in spacious and comfy cushioned chairs, its luxurious design fitting the rich office space of the head of a pharmaceutical company.

Norman straddled Jeff's thighs with his legs and leaned in for a deep kiss as the happy business man reclined his chair back. Raising himself back up, the doctor, his hand still cradling the curve of Jeff's bulge, began stroking it, teasing him through his pants. The CEO's breath grew heavier as he closed his eyes.

The scientist grabbed a remote from his pocket and with a few buttons, played the recordings of all the various angles of Dylan's rapid weight gain on loop on the many screens covering the walls surrounding the room. Being surrounded by all these incredibly erotic fattening scenes sent both men's sex drive through the roof.

"Just think of all the people we can fatten up now," Norman practically moaned, panting in his lover's ear, who was beginning to buck his hips against the scientist's hand. "Harold, Donna, the head of our new competition..."

"That new intern we just hired" Jeff added, biting his lips at the thought and reaching out to unbutton the doctor's pants.

Norman chuckled. "Especially that new intern."

"But first," Jeff said, getting the button undone, and staring intently up in his eyes, putting back on his wicked grin, "we need to decide. Which one of us are we going to fatten up first?"

They were both interested in gaining, they mutually discovered not long into their relationship, but neither of them cool keep on the weight they tried to gain, always fluctuating between fit and slightly tubby.

The CEO took a sharp breath as Norman slide his hand up his button-up shirt, feeling Jeff's soft paunch and grabbing a handful of his beginner belly.

"I want these buttons to finally pop off for good," Norman groaned, and leaned in for another kiss. "You will soon say goodbye to your trim figure... forever."