You were almost giddy with the new size. Hopping about you could feel your belly jiggle with every movement.
I fucking love this.
I think one more little change and we will have you being the perfect chub.
What?
Just a little change don't worry. This much activity and you will soon work off all this wonderful flab.
As Jake activated the gun you could feel every bit of energy escape from your body. With a thud you dropped to
the sofa the belly bouncing in front of you. You noticed that your belly looks a lot rounder when you are
sitting down. Taking a moment to rub your belly as it is sitting in front of you Jake rushes off to the
kitchen to get you something to eat returning with a tray of lasagnia and a pitcher of milk shake.
Damn that smells good. You say.
The first of many fatboy the first of many.
Getting you familiar with the routine you have grown even larger. Your day consists of eating, sleeping and
playing video games. Rarely going out but when you do the awe of the people seeing your size excites both you
and Jake.
Having one of your few outings Jake and you stop off at a Burger King and he gets a couple grocery sacks of
burgers, fries and shakes. You head off down the road to see a high school football game going on so you turn
in. You and Jake find a place in the stand and it is almost half time.
As the teams head off to the locker room Jake excuses himself leaving you with a bag of burgers.
I want that gone by the time I am back you say to him.
Jake wanders to the home team locker and through a crack in the door he aims the gun and the boys begin to get
very very fat. Rather than have them grow out of their clothes he sets the change to the clothes at the same
time.
As Jake gets back he has another bag of goodies. I thought I told you to have this done by the time I got
back.
I tried. I am stuffed.
You will be when we get home.
I must have had a look of terror on my face because he said finish it up and start on these the game is about
to start back up.
The visitors were already out on the field when a murmur came from the crowd. Out waddled the team. Not a one
was under 400 pounds. And even though I had continued to grow with Jake's help I was smaller than a few of
those boys and when the coaches came out they were well over 800 pounds. It was shocking to seem them able to
even move. Slow as they were.
The rest of the game was uneventful. The home team lost by so many points they finally just called the game
and they went out for pizza. Lots and lots of pizza. The boys next to their parents were quite the contrast.
Even the ones that were bigger to begin with dwarfed their parents.
And Jake and I went home.
Jake had made a call and there was a catering van at the house when we got home.
Happy birthday fatboy.
It's not my birthday I said. Then why do you have this huge cake ready for you to eat.
I looked at it and it was bigger than me.
I was going to get stuffed.