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Fat Friend’s Revenge

“So … you’re finally up” I hear as my mind enters back into consciousness

My eyes slowly get into focus as I look around the room. In an instant reality snaps back into my mind as I stare at the stranger in front of me.  And, then panic sets in as my attempts to stand up leads to the realization that I am tied down.  

“What the fuck is going on?” I ask in a hazy confused panic.

He stares at me and laughs. His voice rings through my ears and something about it sounds familiar. It brings my attention to his soft lips. In an instant, images of me kissing him flood my mind. I quickly snap out of it. I’m not gay. But, my attention drifts to his sweet brown eyes. It couldn’t be…

He finally answers “What you don’t recognize me? Well I did lose some weight recently” He continues to laugh to himself.

It was my friend. It was Eric. But, it couldn’t be. Just last night we were at the bar. Just last night he was over 300 pounds. Now there is no sign he was ever that fat. In shock all I can think about is how attractive he looks in front of me. I just want to set myself free and ripped those clothes off him and kiss every inch of his body. At this point I was hard, as images of us embracing filled my mind.

“What the hell is going on? What happened to you? Why am I tied up?” I’m finally able to blurt out.

He looks at me coldly “Revenge” he says it in a slightly wicked tone.

His response fills me with fear for what he is planning to do to me. “What the fuck did I do?” I say as anger of the situation starts to set in. But, simultaneously I can feel this anger turning into passion. I want to wrap him in my strong muscular arms. My body urges to connect with him.

“You treated me like trash! You … used … me … like … a …fool.” The power in his voiced scared me, but at the same time it made me want him more. It was strange. It wasn’t a feeling of love. In fact if I was free I would have punched him in the face. No, this feeling was animalistic. I needed to be inside him. “And now the tables have turned.” He begins to smile.

He turns his slim muscular body to the coffee table. And my attention follows. Without his handsome face distracting me, I finally realize we are in my home. My eyesight begins to move along his body. I watch as the muscles in his arms, neck, and face move in a beautiful orchestra.  These surfaces that were once covered in pounds of fat. He turns around and faces me, now holding a box. On the box it reads: FROM MR. MISCHIEF. HAVE FUN. He reaches into the box and pulls out four letters.

“Attraction” He says as he turns the first letter around.  He puts his hand on my lap and electric signals run through my body. Images of intense love making run through my mind.

“What the fuck did you do to me? I say in a tearful panic.

He begins to laugh, as he moves his hands up my body. My body pulsating with pleasure. His hands continue to message ever inch of my sculptured body; sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You are only attracted to me now.” His moist hands wipe my face.

“I fucking hate you!” I yell.

“You don’t gotta love me to be attracted to me.” He smiles as he reaches towards me. His hands start undoing the ropes holding me back. Although my body wants to embrace Eric, my mind knows I need to make a run for it. I need to knock Eric out and run. As soon as Eric unties me, I stand up quickly and go to punch him in the face. Before my fist makes contact he says, “Stop! And sit down.” My arm automatically falls to my side. My body becomes heavy and falls back on to the chair I was sitting on.

“What the fuck?” I say as he turns around the next letter: OBEDIENCE.

“Stop talking. It’s my turn to speak.”  My mind races with thoughts and I try to speak them out loud.  But, my lips and throat do not even make an effort to move. “Listen to what I have to say and don’t let your sexual fantasies get in the way.” He flips the third letter: LOVE. And then rips it. “I don’t care that you hate me. In fact I love that you hate me, right now. Being forced to love me won’t teach you the lessons I want you to learn. I loved you. I wanted you. But, I wasn’t your type. You were straight and the sight of my fat ass disgusted you. You used me. You used the love I had for you against me. I would have and did do anything you wanted me to. You were hot, with your muscular body. You were the envy of every man. You liked to show off the god-sculpted body. Standing next to the fat blob I used to be, every girl wanted to get into your pants. And you would leave me there to get your nightly fuck. Everyone staring at me like some kind of fat freak. You knew I liked you. You would call me to do some bullshit thing for you and I came running. I wanted you to love me. But, you were a parasite making me a fool to make yourself feel good, even though you were already perfect”

Shame filled my body. Everything he said was true. I tried to be his friend. I knew he liked me. But, it was so easy to use that against him. He was desperate. I constantly made him the fool and belittled him to boost my own ego. I want to explain … to apologized, but I still couldn’t talk. He flips the fourth letter: WEIGHT TRANSFERENCE. “Now I’m going to turn the tables. It’s your turn to be the fat friend.” You see my fat didn’t just disappear.” He suddenly pulls a nice juicy burger from behind his back. He gives me a small smile.

“Listen to those sexual thoughts again, but this time you’re the bottom.” My thoughts become loud again. I picture his smaller yet toned body, riding my large muscular body. “Eat this. Fast.” I quickly reach out and gulp down the burger. My body starts feeling heavy. Waves of energy pulsate through my body.  “Stay still” Eric says as he removes my clothes. He runs and places a mirror in front of me. My face has become swollen. Fat checks and a double chin have replaced my chiseled face.  I become super focused and panicked as the rest of my body changes in front of me. My muscular pecks grow into two juicy moobs. My powerfully arms and legs get weighed down with globs of fat. My pelvic area begins to grow a fat pad. Drastically shrinking the size of my package. Finally my abs disappears as my gut juts out. Sticking far past my new moobs. It continues to grow; finally stopping at the half point of my newly thicken thighs. I’m left in shock, as tears fill my eyes.

“Let’s see.’ Eric says in amusement. “With the amount of weight I transferred and with your original weight, you should be about 380 pounds.” He chuckles and gives my belly a nice pat. It jiggles and ripples through out my body. I turn to look at him. His fit, toned, skinny body turns me on even more, now that I am covered in fat. “You are going to hate being fat. But, getting fatter and me playing with your fat will give you the most pleasure you have ever experienced.” He looks at me and just smiles, waiting for something.  “Oh … and you can speak now.” He says mockingly.

“I hate you! You ruined me. What the fuck am I going to do now?” I let out between sobs

“Don’t worry I’m not cruel” He laughs as he scoops my tit with his hands. I let out a pleasure-filled gasp. Eric smiles “You’ll be my servant, with some … benefits. Met me in the bedroom in five minutes. I needs to take a load out. You can think of this as a sample of the awards you’ll get for being obedient. Then afterwards we will go to the gay bar. Standing next to a fat ass like you, I’ll look even more attractive to any guy looking to bang the night away. However, you do make a good bear. Too bad you’re going to refuse any offers since you only want me to make you happy.”

I watch as Eric walks into my … probably now his bed room. I hate him.  But there is no use in telling him. I feel gross with my fat folds sitting on top of each other. My confidence is gone. Five minutes past and I struggle to get my fat ass up. I begin walking into the room, as my new fat jiggles. Making me hard. I don’t want to go in, but I need him to relieve this pressure. He is insanely attractive now. The small toned body riding my fat ass. Making body jiggle. And, that new confidence makes him even more irresistible. I don’t like him, but if he already did this to me, then I don’t want to risk him getting mad at me and doing something worse. I want him to be happy. He is my life now. He is perfect. I hope someday he will like me.

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Chemical Warfare Weight Gain

As I began waking up, the only thought running through my mind was the beeping of the EKG, my arm was attached to. I laid there for a few minutes, my thoughts slowly returned to me.

I began remembering my name, my past but, I had no idea how I ended up there. (I was a soldier in my countries army), I told myself. Although I felt no pain, I feared the worst. (Did I get injured in an enemy attack), I continued thinking to myself.

With a deep breath and my growing strength, I opened my eye and, looked up at the world, around me. I was in a dimly lit hospital room, a curtain prevent me from viewing more than my immediate surroundings. I turn my attention to my body still covered by a thin blanket.

By this time I had no trouble sitting myself up. And, as I did I threw the blanket off me, revealing my hairy yet muscular body, which only wore a pair of boxer briefs. I was thrown a bit off guard but, started to rub the different parts of my body, letting the hair slide through my fingers. (Damn I must have been out for awhile), I thought while feeling the field of hair that covered most of my body. I knew my body had the potential to get really hairy, but I usually shaved on a daily basis to prevent it. Now all that constant work wasted.

My attention turned to my underwear. I looked around and waited to see if I could hear anything. And, when I thought I was safe. I took off my underwear. Again I was relieved. My 8 inch dick was still there surrounded my meaty sized balls. However, I would admit they looked smaller, as the hair on my legs and torso met at my pelvic region to create a massive bush of hair.

Looking around the room I noticed a mirror, which allowed me to see my back and ass, which were also covered in a layer of fur. (Damn, I going have to fix this), I thought to myself.

As I sat there becoming acquainted with my hairy body, something odd popped in my head. (This hair on my body had to take at least a month to grow out. So, I was on this bed for awhile. But, there wasn't an IV placed on me. No, feeding tube. I don't remember waking up to feed myself. How did I survive without food and water.), I started to question the situation I found myself in. But, the strangest part was that I didn't feel hungry.

With questions running through my head, I put my underwear back on and went to look for a doctor or nurse. Leaving my covered area, I finally noticed I wasn't alone. On the other side of the room, partially covered by a divider. I saw a man, also, on a ER bed. Unlike me he was very fat. His belly was exposed as his blanket was on the floor.

As, I got closer to him, I noticed he was completely naked. Ripped pieces of underwear were buried under his fat ass. He was also hairy, but not as hairy as me. His big beefy legs and puffed out fat pad made his dick look small. But, It wasn't like he could have seen it over the mountain that was his stomach. His chest looked somewhat muscular, but now an equal layer of fat made his pecs look more like boobs. Seeing his face, something seemed familiar but, I couldn't make it out. Even through the double chin and fat checks, I felt like I've seen this face, before. (But this guy must be close to 300lbs, I would remember someone this big), I thought to myself.

Feeling embarrassed for him, that his fat naked body was on full display. I picked up the blanket and covered him. His fat stomach even more pronounced with the thin fabric clinging to it. Unable to resist the urge, I patted his stomach, "there ya go big guy." I was shocked as he began to move. His eyes struggling to open. He softly moaned, trying to tell me something. But with the breathing tube in his mouth and the fact he was half conscious, he wasn't understandable. I looked around and also noticed no IV, was placed in him. "Don't worry buddy, I'll go get us some help and answers." I left as his eyes began to close again.

I continued walking and every room I past had the same sight. Big fat men, of different sizes, laying on hospital beds. Not one of them hooked up to machines, other than heart monitors and some had breathing tubes . I reached the elevator and pushed the button. Nothing happened. I started to panic and moved quickly to the stairwell. The doors that lead out were locked. I started yelling for someone ... anyone, as I continued walking the empty halls.

I found my way into a big room, with the biggest guy on the floor here. He must have been 600 pounds. There was no way this man was able to move as his body was nothing more than a giant bean bag of fat. No curves ... just a blob of fat. His file sat on a nearby desk.

"Officer Ryan Lakewood" the file read. I paused for awhile, but suddenly a wave of recognition rushed my brain. I knew that name. Lakewood was one of the more well known guys in the troop. He was massive with muscle; easily the strongest guy. I remained in shock as I walked towards the fat man's face, "It couldn't be" I told myself. But, as I looked at the man's face ... It was him. Underneath all the fat that filled his once chiseled face, I could see him; the man he used to be.

How did that happen. He did eat a lot, but all of that went to fueling his massive muscles. Before, I could think anymore the heart monitor he was attached to flatlined. Panicked, I started to do chest compressions. But, it wasn't long before doctors and nurses, covered up in protective gear, rushed in. They grabbed me and in my panicked state, I started to fight back. But, I was no match as I felt a syringe being stabbed into my skin. As the drowsiness set in, I heard the doctors say "He's gone, the last one over 400lbs ... at least the others still seem to be in stable condition."

I woke up tied to a chair in an empty room. I looked up to see two doctors in front of me. "Hello Liam."

"What the fuck is going on." I yelled.

They explained everything to me. Our enemy secretly broke into our base and unleashed a gas attack. However this gas attack was a new chemical warfare weapon. Once inhaled it latched on to any food in the stomach. The calories release from the food became a deadly ridiculous amount. But death was prevent by the second affect of the gas. It speed up the fat production process and allowed the skin to become more elastic, allowing the infected to safely grow fatter. Even then those who gained an insane amount of weight had other complications, and were deemed very likely to die. Most of these men were 400lbs or more.

However, the worst part is that the men stayed affected by the gas. Meaning if they ate anything, another massive weight gain would happen. The only positive was these men never had to drink or eat anything ever again.

Our base was the first and two more came after. The doctors feared more attacks. So, they started looking for a way to negate or reverse the affects. But, they weren't able to see how the gas worked first hand. They could have given a man something to eat. But all the men were too big. Giving these men anymore to eat would have been a death sentence. All the men where to big ... except me.

My stomach was completely empty when the gas attack happened. The doctors proceeded to tell me that I was their best choice to help save 100s if not 1000s of my brothers. So, I agreed. In a short time, numerous machines were attached to me. When all of it was done, they brought out a small salad

I put one piece of lettuce in my mouth and the flavor was amazing. It was the best thing I ever ate. All this time, I didn't feel hungry, but now I was starving. I ignored the fork and started shoveling food into my mouth, with my hands. Over the euphoria of the sensations happening in my mouth, I could here the doctors outside the room, yelling to stop. But, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. By the time they came in the room, I was done. But, I was still hungry. I felt my body tingle but, it only made me hungry. I tried to run past the doctors but they stopped me and knocked me out with another dose of tranquilizers.

When I came to, I felt myself laying on a hospital bed again. I was no longer hungry, but I felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes to face the truth. I looked down to see a hill of fat where my abs once were. I uncover myself and started to examine my new fat body. I sat up and looked into the mirror placed by my bed, as I continued to feel different parts of my body.

My face now had chubby checks and small a double chin, hidden behind my new beard. My stomach jutted out, covered in fur. I used my hands to push it in and felt no signs of the abs that once graced the area. Instead of hard muscular pecs, sitting on my chest were hairy soft breast. I reluctantly touch my new man boobs. It felt weird. As, I touch them I notice how they and my new belly jiggled with every movement. I looked at my, once slender, thighs; they were big, juicy, and also covered in hair. I tried to suck in my stomach but couldn't. It was like my body wasn't use to sucking it in, a muscle I would have to work on.

So, I used my hands to adjust my stomach so I could get a good view of my dick. All this jiggling, reluctantly made my dick hard. Surrounded by fat and a bush of pelvic hair, it didn't even look 8 inches any more. I was lucky if it past of as a 4 incher. I stood up and looked in the mirror. This was my new body ... I couldn't believe one small salad did this.

Over the course of the next few days, doctors came in talk to me. The data they received from me was helpful but, they would need more cases like mine to get enough data. They continued working on a cure but without that additional data they keep running into problems. And that data would never come because, the gas attacks stopped. Many of the world countries secretly got together to stop the country responsible. The use of that gas was a war crime. And, all information was kept secret from the public.

In total I gained 60lbss from eating one salad, going from my fit 186lbs to a fat 249lbs. The rest of the survivors and I were gathered and were given a debriefing. I look around and was a little happy to see I was still one of the thinner guys there. But, you could tell we were all bummed out about our new bodies. We were told to never eat anything again, unless we wanted to die. They explain that as long as we didn't eat anything we wouldn't feel hungry. But, once food entered our mouths we would be insatiable unless we were isolated from all food for a couple of hours.

They also told us the weight gain was permanent no amount of exercise would lead to weight loss, but it would still help the muscle we loss from spending months at the hospital, being inactive.

Many of the bigger guys were forced out of the army. The, still very fat, thinner guys were given a choice to leave. I stupidly agreed to continue serving my country. I didn't realize being overweight, the best way to serve my country was patrolling the streets like some glorified security guard.

Now, I'm constantly mocked by civilians and other soldiers who know nothing about what really happened. I get teased with food and called pig. I had a few close calls where people threw food at my face. Luckily none landed in my mouth. The hardest part is never eating again. It's not that I'm hungry, it more like a habits. Imagine doing the same thing for 26 years of your life and now you can't do it anymore. I miss eating, I just want to be normal again. But, the urge to stay alive is stronger. If I give in, the inner pig would be unleashed, eating every in sight and killing me in the process.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 6 of 12]

June

The next day Nick woke up earlier. For the first time in his life he felt groggy and heavy. It was difficult trying to get the energy to get out of bet. And, then there was the pain from his lower back.

He looked at his reflection and noticed his skin started looking older. More wrinkled and weathered by life. He wasn't sure if it was all in his head but it looked like he gain more weight overnight. He sighed, Hopefully I get some answers, today.

Nick sat in the doctor's office. As his doctor walked in.

"Nick is that you?" The doctor asked shocked. You both didn't want to say it, but you now looked older than the doctor.

"Yeah, Doc. This is the new change I was talking about." Nick slapped his gut. "The changes stopped since the last time I saw you, and everything was fine. But, literally overnight I just gained 30 lbs of fat."

"I'm sorry you are going through this." The doctor said. But, in his tone hid the fact that he wasn't surprised.

"So, doc, can you tell me what's going on with me?" Nick, asked.

"It's complicated. Everything came back negative. For all intents and purposes internally your as healthy as a 20 year old athlete." The doctor explained.

Nick laughed in disbelief and his small belly jiggled. "That's hilarious. Look at me... look... this is not healthy. What's happening is not normal." Nick started becoming more agitated.

"Nick calm down. I agree with you. Something is happening. Just not something with your health." The doctor rose his voice in an attempt to silence Nick. "It has to do with your genetic."

"What do you mean." Nick said his anger interrupted with confusion.

"After the result came back, your case still intrigued me. It's nothing I've ever seen before. So, I sent a DNA sample to a colleague you works more in experimental genetics." The doctor began to explain. "And, what he found defies everything we know."

At that point another doctor walks into the room an, elderly man. "Hello, Nick I am Dr. Paulak. Your case is quite intriguing." The old man began pulling out paper work and handing it to Nick. Nick began reading it. It was results and information from multiple DNA test.

"What is all this, Nick asked."

"Dr. Freeman is correct. Medically there is nothing wrong with. You are as healthy as a man younger than your actual age. But, there are some very strange anomalies that cause your body to act very different from an average person."

"Please, just tell me. What's going on with me." Nick pleaded, tried of the doctor skirting around the issue.

"Okay, okay... it's seems like your cells have an ability and need to store massive amounts of energy. In fact your body seems to see this as the main goal of it's function. This can explain your aging appearance but the fact is you are still as healthy as a race horse. Your body seems to have drained the energy keeping your skin and hair youthful and began storing that, as energy, for this transformation process, you are going through, to start."

"There's no way to reverse this?" Nick's heart dropped. "What about the weight gain. Why am I getting fatter, now all of sudden?"

"That can be explained too. As your body continues to transform into this energy saver, for a lack of a better word, it seems your body is even more skilled at storing the nutrients and fats of everything you eat. Meaning it's hard for you to lose weight because now even the healthiest foods are somewhat fattening." The doctor continued to explain. "In fact as this transformation continues, your body is gonna have the need to eat more in order to meet its needs to store energy."

"So, what are your telling me, I'm going to get fatter and theirs nothing I can do about it." Nick yelled.

"I'm afraid, so." The doctor simply replied allowing Nick to sit in silence and think.

"What is this energy even for? You keep saying my body is taking all of my youth and the food I eat for energy, what's the point." Nick asked just trying to understand.

"As for that, we don't know." Dr. Freeman spoke up.

"I don't even feel full of energy. Today, I felt so drained. So much for all this energy my body is storing." Nick cried.

"Well that's happening for two reasons," Dr. Pualak started up again. "Firstly, It could be your not eating enough, to meet your new bodies needs. Now, I'm not condoning you eat more. It up to you. The second reason is... it seems your body has a genetic depositions for a hibernation cycle of sorts. It seems like during winter your body might be more active. As summer approaches, you are at the peak of your hibernation state. That explains why you are feeling so tired. As winter approaches again you should start feeling better."

"There's gotta be something you can do. Hormones I can take. Things I can do." Nick sat down defeated.

"As of now, there is nothing we can do. Unless there were others that share your strange syndrome. Then we can start cross examining the data and narrow down something that could stop or cure this. Do any of your family members share any of these effects?" Dr. Paulak asked.

Nick just shook his head. "No, my mom's family are normal. Some cases of cancer, diabetes, but nothing like this."

"What about your father." Dr. Paulak asked.

"I don't know, I've never known him or his family. He left before I was born." Nick got a bit irritated thinking about the fact that he could have inherited this from his father. A man the he never met or cared about. A man that abandoned him and his mom.

"Well maybe you can start there?" Dr. Freeman stepped in. "You can ask your mother and update us if you find out more. Until than take it easy. If you need we know a therapist thst handles these types of cases."

"What there are othesr like me!? But, you just said..." Nick asked confused.

"Not exactly like you... But, people that have found themselves in a new body, one way or the other."

The doctors gave Nick the card to the therapist. And, he left back to his home. He got some answers but he was heartbroken he didn't have any solutions.

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Everything was happening so fast. This year was to much for Nick to handle. As May went on, he fell into denial. Those doctors are crazy. Talking about people being put into new bodies. They sound like some cracked mad scientist. They don't know what they are talking about. I'm going to be better in no time. Nick talked to himself.

But as the month past, he felt more tired. He gained more weight. The age difference between him and his friends were becoming more apparent. He started ghosting them. He hung out more with his boss and his new older friends. He was able to relate to them more. "I was jealous of you there for awhile. Glad your gaining weight like the rest of us." His boss admitted. Nick didn't care at this point. He was defeated. He just smiled and laughed it off.

The guys at the gym started making fun of his weight gain. Saying he was starting to look more his age. And, that it was sad to see age get the best of him.

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There was one last hope to fix this, Nick thought. Maybe his dad or his dad's family could shed light on his situation. But,, first he had to talk to his mom. Through all of this, he kept his mom blind to what was happening. Hoping he could fix it on his own. But, now with no cure he knew he had to come clean. He called up his mom like he had always done. "Hey, mom month when I go back home to visit you for your birthday... there's gonna be something different about me. I just want to give you a heads up."

"Oh, sweetie what's going on. You sound like your in trouble. Now, matter what it is you can tell me." His mom's warm voice made him feel safe. Tears ran down his face.

Nick cried as he began to speak, "I'm an old man now."

His mom laughed, "Sweetie you're barely 35. You have a lot of life left ahead of you."

"No mom, I'm really an old man." Nick took a picture and sent it to her. He was getting frustrated that she didn't believe him.

"Oh, sweetie stop playing with those apps. But, that is a realistic photo edit. You got me worried for a bit. You always try so hard on your pranks." His mom laughed.

Nick realized the only way to prove it to her was to just wait and show her in person. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out. And, better yet maybe she had answers to some of his questions about his father.

(Shout out to @thegreatstoryteller his TF Therapy series has inspired me to turn this one story idea into a series)

Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario #9

Another relationship weight gain fantasy: A F/M couple gets married, and one of the wedding gifts is a “fertility blanket” that supposedly has powers to increase the couple’s chances of having children. It has been passed down the female partner’s line from mother to daughter for generations. But it has a side effect, whereby the father of the child consistently experiences a sort of Couvade syndrome during the pregnancy and packs on weight, which may or may not be permanent.

In my own imagination, the male partner doesn’t know the lore behind the fertility blanket, but the female partner does. Soon after they consummate the marriage bed, the female partner finds out she’s expecting. As the pregnancy progresses, the female partner begins to notice a change in her male partner. He seems to experience symptoms similar to her own pregnancy symptoms, including the cravings, back pain, morning sickness, etc. He’s snacking a lot more and taking extra helpings at mealtimes. As it goes on, she notices he’s gaining weight at an ever-increasing rate. Meanwhile, he appears totally oblivious to any change in his habits or his body. The female finds her partner’s weight gain attractive and allows it to continue until the baby arrives.

The new girl at the office has really pushed for some insane quarterly growth with her coworkers...

Painter magician who uses her powers to paint the 'bigger picture' for those who don't see eye to eye with here u w u

Fae Queen? Woops! They meant Fat Queen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯