The three men continued patting and rubbing their bulging bellies, watching as they stretched out their expensive tailored shirts with glee. All the while they let out small burps and farts, trying to alleviate the bloating pressure from their midsections. By now the room stunk of gas. “Oh man,” Mathew moaned, “Ohhh maaan… We’re getting-URP-so fat, guys…” He massaged his belly, as it just got bigger and bigger.
“Yeah… I think we might-BURP-blow up like this!” Tony actually seemed excited. Their fattened bellies began to distribute across their body’s; toned pecs began soft, fat moobs, biceps softened and thickened, all men had developed double chins, and their suits were getting stretched to the limit. “Look at me…” John said, entraced, “I’m as big as a whale!” He laughed as he bounced his belly up and down.
“Hate to disagree with you John, but I think I’M the fattest one here.” Tony quipped, shaking his own belly as a button popped off, “We’re all so-MMMPH-fat, what does it matter?” Mathew groaned, unbuttoning his shirt in order to expose his treasure trail and bellybutton, which he fingered in arousal. “I think we overdid it.” He said as he stroked his thick, flabby belly.
“Speak for yourself.” Tony lifted his leg and let out a long, loud, pungent fart, filling more of the room with his stench, “Where’s that cute waiter with our desserts~?” He laughed; shaking his belly like it was jelly.
“Yeah…I could-URRRP-go for more, but I’m so stuffed.” Mathew moaned. “Aww, don’t be such a baby. You gotta fill your tank to the brim, man.” Tony laughed, “Learn to make more room like me.” He grunted, sat up, and released a massive belch across the table, followed by scrunching up his face as he let loose a torrent of foul, stinky farts from his growing behind. Mathew giggled as he waved a hand in front of his face, but was compelled to lift up his own leg and add some gas of his own.
“Now boys, no fighting.” John said, calming down their excitement, as they grew larger, “Let’s all just enjoys our fat together, eh?” He slapped his belly, hypnotized by how it bounced and jiggled. Mathew and Tony turned to him, “Sorry, sir…” They replied in unison.
Soon the men were at 300 lbs. Chairs creaked under the strain of the fat men. Their suits began to rip. A massive seam split across Tony’s pants, exposing his stretched out tighty-whities, “Gotta make more room,” He laughed as he bounced around, now free of some of his constraints. Mathew’s pants tore around the legs, exposing his pale thighs. Buttons popped off all men’s shirts like cannons firing. Mathew and John had already loosened their ties, which were rapidly being buried under neck flab.
The room stunk of farts, coming from all three men. It was hot and humid. The men were definitely starting to sweat, as stains appeared on their designer suits’ pits, and in the folds of their flab, “Is it hot in here or-FRRRT-is it just me?” John laughed, letting out another fart as he did. “It’s like being in a sauna… smells worse though.” Mathew giggled. “Or…better…if you like that.” Said Tony, seemingly captivated by the stench.
You watched the mens’ progress all the while, finding it amusing, but began considering making more changes to them.