#big handsome man
Another face pic trying to get a little more confidence in showing my face and some super stuffed belly pics☺️✨✨✨
About to go hit up a buffet how many plates do you think I could stuff in there?✨✨✨
Finally, the third chapter is here, along with an all-new weight gain illustration by me!
Now that Vegito is fully under Majin Buu’s control, the villain begins to enact his twisted revenge. Will the humiliated saiyan figure out a way to break Buu’s spell and lose the weight? Or is he doomed to gorge himself fuller and fatter until he eats himself to death?! Read on below the break!
Harvey had worked at the Hoggy House BBQ Diner since high school, nearly twenty years now. He had seen many strange and terrible things over those years, but nothing nearly like this.
Earlier that day, around the lunch rush, the place had been packed. This wasn’t unusual at all for a restaurant on the outskirts of the city. What happened next though would scar the man for life. Before the cook’s very eyes, bright, pink blasts of light tore through the diner’s windows, obliterating each and every customer and staff member within sight. Nothing was left of them, nothing but a dark, horrible scorch mark left where they either stood or were seated, the same scorch mark that had been made where the cook himself had been standing when he first saw those pink lights.
Had he not been paying attention, had he not fell off his feet at precisely the right moment, Harvey himself might have been annihilated too, killed along with everyone else he had seen. He might have been the luckiest man alive today. After venturing outside the diner into the city after the massacre, he realized he might also be the only man left alive.
That is, until HE walked through the doors to the diner.
Walked might have been a bit of a stretch. This man could barely even waddle. Stating that he had simply entered the diner might have also been a bit of an oversimplification, considering the intruder had blasted the very front doors off of their hinges.
The chef trembled as the morbidly obese figure lumbered inside. He had thought that the diner would be the safest place to stay for now, at least until he could wait and see if there were other survivors out there. After all, he’d be more likely to come across somebody else in a public place like this instead of at home in his apartment. Now that there was someone else here, he realized staying put might not have been such a good idea.
As the stranger drew closer, the cook stammered. The man looked a bit familiar, like those fighters that had been in the news over the years, whether for fighting in martial arts tournaments or battling with threats to the world. This guy reminded him of someone he’d seen while watching The World Tournament years ago… Goku was it..?
This man though… his clothes, his face, and his hair were definitely similar but… He almost seemed like a parody of the thin, powerful martial artists he had seen in the past. The man was freakishly obese, so fat that his humungous belly simply hung bare over his waist, his blue and orange tops torn to expose the boulder of a stomach and the thick moobs that rested on top of him. The sight was so ridiculous that Harvey might have even laughed, had the man not just blown a massive hole through the front of the diner.
For a moment, the cook thought of hiding in the kitchen, but then the man turned to him, baring his teeth in a grin, “You make the food here?”
Gulping deeply, the chef could only nod.
“Good…” The man chuckled as he began to waddle further into the restaurant. His belly shook like a pendulum with every ponderous step as the male stopped by every vacated table in the restaurant, scooping up every unfinished dish left behind by those who had been destroyed in the earlier blasts. As the man carried the dishes atop his flabby arms, he turned his head to look the chef in the eyes, his dark brown irises flashing bright pink, “These will do as a start. But I need more. Cook everything you have in the back for me, now.”
Gathering his courage, the human managed to respond as he began to tremble, sweat dripping from his brow, “E-Everything..? But sir, you couldn’t possibly…”
Another blast blew open the wall between the dining room and the men’s restroom, sending dust and rubble flying as a scream of terror tore its way from the chef’s throat.
“Get cooking,” The man growled, that grin growing wider as it dimpled his fat cheeks, “And I will reward you by letting you live out the rest of your miserable life on this empty planet.” The man paused a moment to laugh, his chins rippling as he did before her turned back to gathering up plates, “And make sure you make everything extra, extra greasy…”
Arnold only nodded more frantically as he forced his petrified feet to move, self-preservation instinct winning out over his terror as he ran back into the kitchen.
Hours passed.
Vegito ate, then ate, and ate.
He ate even as he felt his stomach grow full. He ate even when that barrel of a gut sticking out before him grew red and sore. He ate even as he felt the rest of his body grow bigger, grow softer, grow heavier.
When the obese pig of a saiyan finally finished off the plates he had gathered, he’d shove the empty dishes clear off the table, shattering them upon the floor as he hefted his bloated body from the booth he sat in so that he could gather some more. Back and forth he would haul his tubby ass, waddling laboriously as he’d carry meal after meal back to his seat, almost a dozen dishes at a time. Whole chili dogs would be inhaled down his fat gullet. Piles of greasy burgers would slide down his throat to disappear into his gut. Entire barbecue platters would be gobbled up by the Buu-filled hero, only to be washed down by soda, tubs of sauces, saucers of gravy.
By the time the helpless saiyan had devoured every table scrap the diner had to offer, the chef Buu had threatened had arrived with the first of many fresh courses on a cart piled high with fattening food. Barely even acknowledging the terrified cook, Majin Buu forced his captive hero to wolf down every last morsel, making Vegito lick every drop of grease and oil from his empty plates as he waited for his next meal. With every meal the increasingly exhausted human wheeled out, the saiyan looked to grow fatter and filthier while his already destroyed outfit grew tighter and smaller on his obese body. By the time the ninth helping of food was delivered to Vegito, both the saiyan and his unwilling feeder had become covered in sweat, the latter nearly collapsing into a nearby chair and gasping for breath as the former shoveled his latest offering down his throat.
“Did I say… huff… uurrgghhh… You could stop..?” Vegito was forced to grunt at the man as he watched his face turn from exasperated to terrified, “If I run out of food before the next cart…” He panted out between mouthfuls, “I’ll level this place with you in it…”
“O-Of course sir! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, on the verge of tears as he rushed back into the kitchen again.
Between a plate of fried chicken and a half-slab of ribs, Vegito managed to grunt out some words of his own to the villain that had taken up residence inside him, “Why are you… huff… hnnff… doing this Buu..? You have nothing… hnngh… hrrr… to gain from stuffing my face… and…” The saiyan grunted momentarily, his belly gurgling before a loud belch worked its way up his throat and echoed through the diner, “And pushing defenseless people around…”
Buu laughed, forcing Vegito’s belly to ripple and jiggle. The hero’s gut was already so big that the edge of the table was digging into it, so Buu’s movements inside of it was doing little favors to the saiyan’s comfort, “Oh but you have plenty to gain, don’t you Vegito?” He gurgled deeply inside of him, “And I get to pig out all I want without having to worry about my figure! Besides, heheheh… I’m not the one making threats and acting like a slob here, at least not to the outside world. All everyone left on this pathetic planet can see in you now is a glutton! A rude, fat, whale of a man who can barely stop gorging himself to breath! Oh, you may know better than that of course… it’s just too bad you’re too busy stuffing your fat face to tell anyone, not that I’d let you anyways!”
Vegito grunted in disapproval, having been forced to resume his endless eating even as Buu gloated from within him, mashed potatoes and gravy dripping down his triple chins.
“That’s it, keep eating like the good cow you are, you disgusting freak!” Buu chortled, causing Vegito’s massive buttocks to jiggle now against the seat of his booth. The tough, blue fabric of the fusion’s pants had been stretched tightly against the male’s gargantuan asscheeks, bare blubber spilling through the multiple tears that only widened as Buu forced his cheeks to wobble, “Not only will I get to ruin your body, but it looks like I’ll have the joy of permanently staining your reputation as well!”
As though to punctuate this statement, Vegito’s guts began to gurgle again before a thunderous fart erupted from his backside. The booth pressed tightly up against his asscrack seemed to serve both to muffle and deepen the sound of the foul expulsion as the once mighty hero groaned in shame past a mouthful of cheeseburger, his cheeks burning red as a look of mixed anger and pure mortification overcame his chubby features. As the flatulence continued, the tears in Vegito’s pants grew wider and wider, the sweat-soaked fabric finally giving in from the force of both the eruption and his wobbling buttocks until the garment was torn completely to tatters, leaving the bloated fighter sitting in rags and his ever-tightening undergarments now.
Majin Buu laughed for quite some time, Vegito’s entire body shaking with the monster’s vicious delight as the hideous flatulence finally died down, “Ohh, that was a good one, wasn’t it tubby? Just look at how the mighty have fallen…” Buu sneered, forcing Vegito to rub his still-gloved hand over that vast curve of his stomach, smearing the grease and collection of filthy food stains and remains that coated it like some repulsive abstract work of art, “But this is just the beginning, my pet pig! I have such big plans in store for you, big plans that require a very big freak of a saiyan! So eat up Vegito! You have a long way to go…”
The chef continued to cook all through the night and into the next day’s afternoon. Vegito must have eaten enough food to not only feed over one hundred people, but give them stuffed bellies, and yet his own stomach never grew full. He knew that whatever it was must have been Majin Buu’s doing, his control over the hero’s body somehow extending even to his metabolism, and he knew exactly where all those calories were going.
The chef stumbled out with the last cart, this one full of desserts of all kinds. Entire cheesecakes, apple pies, even whole tubs of ice cream just laying in the open for the saiyan’s inevitable consumption. The cook was absolutely exhausted, feeling as though he could collapse at any second now, but even in his state he head to fight back his revulsion as he wheeled the cart out. The stench was bad enough, the air pungent with the reek of sweat and other bodily odors, but even the sight of the man before him made the cook’s stomach turn.
All of that food had turned Vegito, the proud and powerful fusion of two saiyan warriors at the peak of physical perfection, into an absolute mess. His belly overflowed the table at this point, soft stomach fat oozing over the surface and covered with a wide collections of stains of all kinds, his mammoth moobs likewise coated as they sagged atop his gargantuan gut. His arms sagged with pure blubber at this point, bloated bingo wings soft and pillowy, sausage-like fingers that stretched his white, yet filthily food and grease stained gloves. Though hidden from view behind the bulk of his body and the table itself, the man’s now almost bare buttocks were also enormous, swollen with thick fat, so large and heavy that they were actually bending and crushing the back of the booth seat that he sat in. His thighs must have been as equally swollen as his arms, if not more so at this point, and as the male looked up at the chef bringing him his latest meal, his sagging triple chins and bloated, drooping cheeks were on full display, the latter dimpling heavily as he grinned.
“Excellent…” The saiyan grunted out through a mouthful of chocolate cheesecake, wiping his plump lips with his flabby arm, only serving to smear more mess on the swollen appendage, “Was wondering… uunnff… when more dessert would get here…”
The man chuckled thickly before letting out a meaty belch that made the chef gag.
“It’s… It’s all gone…” He whimpered, his whole body shaking with a wretched combination of fear an fatigue, “Every last scrap from fridge and pantry, there’s nothing l-left…”
Vegito laughed again as he licked his lips, already pulling dishes off the cart, the booth creaking loudly and threateningly as he leaned over to reach, “Already? What a shame… huff… unngh… Looks like I’ll be taking my business elsewhere…” He groaned, taking a large bite out of a piece of blueberry pie, filling spilling down his chins as he moaned with guttural pleasure before his eyes met the chef’s again, that strange flash of pink shimmering over his irises once more, “You on the other hand… Ooof… UURRP! Can go… Make it quick, before I… Ohhh… think about eating you next…”
The weary cook stumbled from the restaurant as quickly as he could, nearly tripping over the rubble that now constituted its entrance.
After clearing out the last of the desserts, Buu began chuckling again, this time from within Vegito’s belly as it churned through the newest batch of fattening junk food, “Looks like you made quite the impression on him, eh fat boy? The look of disgust on his face was UNMISTAKABLE!”
Vegito swallowed down the glob of ice cream he’d been made to scoop out by hand into his mouth, unable to contain yet another massive belch from sputtering past his lips before he could respond, “Don’t care… unhhh… just happy you… hurrr… let him go…”
Continuing to laugh, Buu sneered, “Of course I did! He’ll probably die soon enough anyways when I’m through with this planet… but more importantly, maybe he can help spread your legend to anyone else left out there! The fatass freak who ate an entire restaurant out of food, what a true champion you are, my Vegito!”
The saiyan merely grunted dismissively in response, scooping out the last morsel of ice cream as he licked his gloves clean.
“But of course, you don’t need ME to tell you that, you heroic hog! Why don’t we take a good look at what’s become of your body?” Buu continued as he made Vegito drop the empty tub of ice cream, his chubby hands now pressing firmly against the table as he began to force the obese saiyan to stand, “I’m sure it will speak volumes to all of your many… accomplishments…”
The humongous hero grunted thickly as he struggled to stand, his hideously corpulent body not only much heavier than when he had last stood, but also wedged firmly between the booth and the table after gaining so much weight, “I’d rather… huff… not…” He growled, his belly gurgling and sloshing as he moved.
“Don’t be ridiculous, big guy! You should see how far you’ve come! Besides, I would just love to get a good look at my handiwork, heheheh… I mean sure, you FEEL plenty big, but after the look on that poor man’s face, you must be a sight to behold!”
Vegito continued to groan as he heaved and pulled himself out of the booth, the seat itself groaning along with him as the metal bent and cracked from the bulky hero’s movements. With one last, mighty shove using some of his still tremendous saiyan strength, he was finally able to yank himself free, the long-suffering seat, stained and soaked with his sweat, giving a loud crunching sound as it was snapped in two.
“Much, much better!” Buu cackled as Vegito’s entire body bounced and shook from the clumsy, yet sudden motions, the tubby male stumbling forwards on his thick, blubbery legs. Another loud, noxious fart rumbled from his backside as he lumbered towards one of the few windows of the restaurant that hadn’t been shattered, the saiyan’s plump face red as he came to a stop in front of the sheet glass, his eyes firmly locked on the ground, “Now, now Vegito…” Buu chuckled, sending the fighter’s flabby arms rippling as he moved one of them under his will, Vegito’s own fingers grabbing his face by the chin and forcing him to look up into his ghastly reflection, “It is useless to resist me, you should know this by now… in fact, look at just how useless it is.”
The snarl on Vegito’s face quickly turned into a look of shock as his eyes finally gazed upon his body, upon what had happened to him, in the reflection of the glass. The image wasn’t fully clear, the window of course not a true mirror, but it was more than enough detail to fill the enormous warrior with despair. If Vegito had weighed almost 400 pounds after Super Buu had first forced himself down his throat like the world’s deadliest protein shake, he must now weigh nearly 600 after the massive binging Majin Buu had put him through. Before Vegito couldn’t bring himself to look at what his body had become, yet now he couldn’t tear his gaze away. His eyes poured over every fold, every roll, every sagging, flabby inch of his grotesquely bloated and corpulent body. Worse yet, it was all bared for him to see now, his blue and orange gi nothing more than sweaty tatters that had been left behind in the ruins of the booth he’d spent the last day trapped in. All that was left to clothe him at this point were his white gloves and boots, both straining from the growth of his plump hands and feet, and his cloth undergarments, hidden from view completely beneath the sag of his belly from the front and buried between his monstrously fat buttocks from behind. He may as well be nude at this point, and it made digesting what had happened to him all the more humiliating.
“Oh Vegito… just look at you… Look at how big you’ve become…” Majin Buu cooed from deep inside the fusion’s globe of a stomach, causing it to ripple softly with a voice that oozed with vicious delight at his enemy’s predicament, “How large you are, how amazing! How spectacular! You’re just so disgustingly majestic, aren’t you porker? Oh yes!”
A soft grunt fell from Vegito’s stunned lips as he felt Buu begin to move his arms and hands. He felt his fingers sinking into that vast stomach, watched as his hands grabbed it, pinched it, squeezed it before lifting it and letting it drop, unable to keep himself from watching as it bounced and wobbled like gelatin as it fell into place. He groaned absentmindedly as those fingers crept up to his chest, rubbing tenderly at his breast-like moobs, cupping and groping them as Buu laughed from within, “I can feel your shame, Vegito… every last bit of it… hahaha! Oh but why are you so absolutely humiliated right now! You should be proud of what I’ve done to you… of what you’ve done to yourself!”
A shiver ran through the fusion’s blubbery form as he looked himself over one last time. Even if he won, even if somehow, against all odds, he could force Buu out of his body, that would do nothing to rid him of the hundreds of pounds he had gained over the past day. That weight was permanent now, and Buu wasn’t even done, “Please…”
“Hmm?”
“Please Buu… just stop…” Vegito growled out, “Even somebody as awful as you… hff… Is better than this… Give me a fair fight at least… ohhgh… Not these cheap… tricks…”
The Majin merely laughed at the saiyan, “I don’t think so Vegito. After all your arrogance, all your boastfulness, this is just too rich an opportunity to pass up! My little ‘trick’ as you call it has really screwed you over! And now I plan on having all the fun I can with you… and believe me saiyan, when I’m through with your body, you’re going to be TONS of fun…”
Vegito snorted, before he gave his plump reflection a tiny smirk, “Huh… humiliate me all you want… In the end, just means you’re too weak… to fight me fair and square… You may have turned me into a stupid looking blimp… but you’re still a coward Buu, nothing… nngh… nothing mor-”
A loud gurgled rumbled from Vegito’s stomach as he doubled over and clutched it in his hands, sweat dripping from his brow as he felt Buu squirming within him, even more painfully than before, until an absolutely gigantic rump-quaking fart was forced from his backside by Buu. The Majin laughed, making the warrior’s backside tremble as Vegito groaned in shame, “Go ahead you filthy pig, call me a coward. Call me weak, call me second best. No matter what you say to me, nothing changes the fact that I still won, and you have suffered and continue to suffer what may be the most pathetic defeats in the history of time! You can’t shit on this parade tubby, because my victory was decided the moment I stuffed myself down your big, fat throat… Besides…” Buu said as he squirmed within Vegito’s guts again, making the obese fighter clutch his belly even more tightly as it gurgled and churned, the male grunting sharply in pain, “I think you’re really starting to soften up in here at long last… So let’s take this body through another course or twelve of desserts, see how much it can really handle! If you’re lucky maybe I’ll simply make you pop myself… if not… then I suppose it would only be appropriate that I force a glory hog like you to eat yourself to death…”
Another day went by, and another couple hundred pounds were added onto the once slime saiyan warrior’s frame.
This time, at the least, Buu managed to keep his rotund slave active. He reveled in flying Vegito’s obese body around the city, his weight only seeming to slightly hinder his ability at flight. Most of that time was spent breaking into bakeries and ice cream parlors and forcing the helpless lardass to stuff his face with everything in sight. It was disgusting, the constant barrage of sugary, calorie-stuffed sweets not only adding pound after pound to the fighter’s already fat frame, but making him sick to his stomach as well. Vegito was stuck in a near constant feeling of queasiness throughout his feeding, certain that it was only Buu’s complete control over his body’s faculties keeping him from simply vomiting up everything he was forced to wolf down. Despite this however, the near-constant binging sessions were still better than the random bouts of destruction that punctuated them whenever Buu felt like he needed to blow something up.
Much of the time it would be entirely unpredictable, Buu seeming to take offense with some random storefront or catching sight of a far off skyscraper and using Vegito’s ki to blast holes through the buildings, often even turning them entirely into rubble. Other times, Vegito had some warning of when he going to be forced into committing acts of mass destruction, mostly during the moments where Buu would simply hurl his heavy, bloated body through a nearby wall like the world’s fattest wrecking ball. Even though he was much fatter now, the fusion’s body was still sturdy as ever for the most part, so he didn’t feel too much pain. He was more worried about the damage he was being forced to cause the city itself, and could only hope that there were no survivors hiding out in the building he had demolished.
Thankfully the city seemed scarcely populated, though he did managed to catch sight of movement out of the corner of his eye at some points. Humans, hiding just out of sight, ducking into alleys or behind the cover of walls as they watched him through windows, or simply moving along the streets far below as he flew by overhead. A small part of his mind wondered if they would be able to connect him to either of his fusees, and if so what they would think of him in the pathetic state he now found himself in, but at this point he had much bigger things to worry about.
Not least of these worries was what Buu had planned for him next.
The ground shook and quaked, the pavement cracking beneath his weight as Vegito landed on the ground. The minor earthquake was nowhere near as violent as the force that shook his body from the impact, his rolls jiggling and bouncing obscenely as he looked around the street he now found himself. Grunting in slight panic, he frowned as his arm was forced to rise in front of him, a bright blue beam flashing from his palm and striking a bank down the street, alarms ringing out as its facade was completely obliterated.
Buu cackled at the small tick of fear he had felt surge through Vegito’s mind at the blast, forcing him to take a big bite out of the rich slice of chocolate cake the saiyan still held in his other hand, “You poor, pathetic cow. You still worry about the rest of the miserable inhabitants of this planet, don’t you? Maybe we should take some time out to hunt a few down…”
Vegito only frowned, ignoring the taunts of his parasitic foe, “Judging by where we are… hunnf… ghuur… I assume you brought me here… huff… for a reason…”
“How astute of you, my tubby pet…” Buu sneered, making Vegito’s back rolls ripple as he crammed the last of the cake slice into the warrior’s fat maw before forcing him to waddle towards the bakery before them, “To tell the truth, this place is more important than you realize… But you’ll see what I have in store for you soon enough.”
Grunting, Vegito looked up at the sign reading 'West Side Bakery’ as he was forced to lumber towards the shop’s entrance. With each laborious step, the now nearly 900 pound saiyan’s thighs crushed against one another, his buttocks wobbling and crashing together as his body was slowly forced forwards on his short path. The saiyan’s undergarments had ripped to shreds long ago, their remains still possibly trapped between those elephantine buttocks, but at this point it hardly mattered. Somehow his gloves and boots still clung to his hands and feet, but the former had been stained beyond recognitions by countless sauces and frostings, the former starting to tear from the stresses of bearing the weight of the nearly half-ton hero on his journey around the city. By the time the fusion had completed his short trip from the street to the bakery doors, the out of shape warrior was already sweating like a pig.
Once he had finally reached the front of the bakery, Vegito’s hand reached out to grab the door handle, quickly finding it blocked by his own gargantuan stomach.
“Oh of course, I always did have trouble using the doors here!” He laughed, “I’m sure the old way in still works though!”
Vegito grunted as he was suddenly forced to press his titanic, bare stomach against the door, the glass slowly bending inwards and cracking until…
CRASH!
Both double glass doors shattered into shards, leaving the way open for the possessed hero to waddle his bulk inside.
A scream tore through the air as a blond haired woman in a white dress and orange apron stood up behind the check-out counter, “What the fuck are you doing!” She cried out, suddenly feeling a horrible sense of deja-vu at the entrance of this strange, naked fat man, “The world’s ending and I have nowhere else to go, so if you don’t mind fatso, I’d like to just die in peace here!”
Vegito grunted and smiled at the woman, his eyes flashing a bright pink as he caught sight of her terrified expression, “Funny you should say that…” Buu panted through Vegito’s voice, his gloved hands rising up to rub the vast curve of his food-stained stomach as it gurgled loudly, “Because I plan on doing… the exact same thing myself…”
“This is bad…” Kibito Kai groaned weakly as he held his head in his hands, staring at the sight before him within the crystal ball, “So very bad.”
Elder Kai merely grumbled as he paced nearby, “You can say that one again.”
“This is bad, this is bad, this is bad…” Kibito continued to mumble repeatedly as he agonized over the obscene turn Vegito’s fight with Super Buu had taken over the past couple of days. The two kais had watched the vulgar display unfold before them, hoping that somehow the hero would managed to turn the battle back in his favor and regain his body, but it seemed like that simply wasn’t going to happen.
“I didn’t mean it literally…” Elder Kai sighed, shaking his head, “There must be some way we can all figure a way to clean this horrid mess up.”
“Why doesn’t he just power himself up?” Kibito frowned, watching the formerly proud warrior stuffing his face full of cake in the middle of the city streets, “Surely he could just forced Buu out if he had the energy?”
Elder Kai furrowed his brow in thought, shaking his head as he considered the option, “It would be no use… Buu’s a part of him now. Maybe were he already at super saiyan level he could get rid of him, but as it is… that might only give Buu even more power to use against him.”
Kibito looked up at the older Kai and rubbed his forehead, grinding his teeth in frustration, “You’re absolutely sure of that?”
Elder Kai nodded sagely, frowning as he did, “It’s something I’ve seen him do before. It’s not pleasant. But…”
“But..?”
The older Kai stooped down, watching Vegito smash his way into the bakery, “There might be something we can do, but we’ll have to wait.”
“Wait for what?” Kibito Kai asked, impatience making its way into his voice.
“For precisely the right moment…”
The second chapter in my American Dragon weight gain story! In this chapter we discover just how much of a toll Jake’s quest to find the griffin egg is having on his figure. Can he find the egg in time, or will he find himself immobilized by his own fat body just as his enemies start closing in?
A thick gasp broke the silence in the candy factory as Jake Long woke from his deep slumber.
The morbidly obese dragon continued to gasp and wheeze as he lazily looked about himself, and then down at the thick, meaty gut that was pinning him heavily to the cold floor. Grunting with exertion, the once thin hero began to attempt to roll himself off of his massive stomach and back onto his feet. Somehow it wasn’t turning out as he had hoped it would.
“Ugggghhhh!” He groaned, filling with disgust as he took in the absurd situation he had gotten himself into, “How did I let this happen to me…”
He grunted as he gripped his belly firmly in his paws, claws sinking into the soft, scale-covered flesh, before pressing his feet against the ground with all of his might. He could feel his entire, fat-laden body shifting as his muscles fought against gravity, a sensation that was both strange and humiliating to the usually fit hero, yet he still was unable to pull himself off his fat stomach.
By this point, Jake was continuously panting with exhaustion, his long reptilian tongue lolling out of his mouth. Standing up should have been one of the easiest things in the world, and wouldn’t have been a problem to the male just a day ago, and yet here he was, growing weary and worn out just trying to get off of his fat ass. Jake tried to push these degrading thoughts out of his mind, but they clung to his mind like shrink wrap. It didn’t help to think about the most humiliating fact of all: He still hadn’t found the griffin egg.
He looked down at the last egg from the pile he had checked, then, with hesitation, towards the many other piles throughout the factory. If the egg hadn’t been in the closest pile to the conveyor belt, then where else could it be? Could it have rolled into the next nearest mounds of chocolate? Could it have been knocked clumsily elsewhere by the dragon as he struggled to balance both stomaching the chocolate candy and getting used to his now larger, lumbering body? Could it have bounced somewhere else entirely? Can griffin eggs bounce?
Jake Long gagged.
The hours the overstuffed dragon had spent passed out had thankfully allowed him to digest the painfully thick glob of chocolate that had filled his gut. Unfortunately for him, much of it had been turned right into heavy fat that sagged and drooped from every inch of his body, and he wasn’t looking forward to repeating the entire process of devouring a whole mound of sweets even for a second time, let alone possibly dozens. He didn’t think his stomach would be able to handle it, and he knew his body definitely wouldn’t be able to handle it, not when he was already having serious mobility issues.
Speaking of…
Jake huffed desperately as he tried once again to shift himself back onto his feet, and once again failed. He whined and groaned as he looked down at his colossal belly and rocked side to on it. Then he thought of an idea.
Taking a deep breath, the fat dragon pulled up one of his thick, flabby legs and slammed it against the ground, pushing as hard as he could until he began to roll sideways. Thanks to his more round form, it was much easier to flop himself onto his flabby back, even if it felt humiliating to feel and watch his mammoth belly and moobs wobble and shift in the air in front of him as everything settled back into position. His body now in a completely different position, he grunted as he pressed his arms back against the ground, using his wing muscles as well to help prop him up into a seated position. From there, it wasn’t too hard to shift himself back onto his feet.
“There, finally…” He panted and gasped, looking over the piles of wrapped chocolate surrounding him with dread, “Now to… to finish what I started…”
Jake’s stomach turned in revulsion, and he ground his teeth as his mind recalled the sickeningly familiar taste of chocolate and peanut butter just from the sight of his fattening task. For a moment Jake wondered frantically if there was another way, and then when he realized there still wasn’t any alternative, he began to consider just abandoning his quest altogether. For the briefest of moments, he considered just abandoning the baby griffin to its fate.
That idea turned Jake’s stomach far more than even the thought of guzzling down an entire ocean of chocolate…
Sighing, the obese dragon male waddled over to the next closest pile to the conveyor belt, huffing and panting the entire way. He reached down to the closest egg, unwrapped it with a trembling hand, and licked the chocolate off, fighting back his churning guts and the horrible, sticky feeling in the back of his throat.
“8,034…”
Somewhere there was a universe out there in the great whole of existence where Rose wasn’t a member of the Huntsclan, let alone its leader. A universe where perhaps the Huntsclan didn’t even exist, where she hadn’t had her life stolen from her, where she was happy.
This wasn’t it.
She brought her hoverboard to a halt, gazing around the city, searching for any sign of her prey. The dragon and his precious little egg had escaped her for the time being, but she would find them: She’s a hunter, after all.
She had thought she knew where he’d be headed, but following leads all day, they had just turned up dead ends. She brought up her arm, keying a few buttons on her gauntlet and bringing up a holographic map of New York City. An increased focus on tech was one of the many changes she had made to the Huntsclan since The Huntsman had died, and it had served her well. As she looked at the map now however, she was at a loss.
Her eyes narrowed behind her mask, the dragon skull she wore on her head inherited from her former master, its pale bone reflecting the light of the shimmering blue hologram. A red line appeared, overlaying the city, the path she had taken chasing the dragon before she had lost him. Examining it, it would seem his ultimate goal was the Empire State Building, no doubt where he would be returning the egg.
And yet that had been her first stop and she had found no dragon, just a very angry, and very territorial griffin. She knew it had to be the mother of the egg, but stopping the dragon boy took precedent now and the powerful winged beast had proven too much of a match for her current loadout of tech and weaponry. She would have to come back and deal with it later.
For now though, there were more pressing matters. Order… Justice…
Revenge.
Just before she shut the hologram off something else along the dragon’s projected path caught her eye…
It couldn’t be that simple, just a silly coincidence but…
Years of experience had honed that hunting instinct of hers, and now it raged like a dog on a chain. Shutting down the holographic map, she kicked her hoverboard into motion again and soared through the night sky.
The silence in the vast, empty factory was broken by a gurgle, one that came from a small corner of the large, open room, but was amplified as it echoed off the walls and cavernous ceiling.
The noise came from Jake Long’s massive belly, churning as it fought and struggled to break down another pile of sickeningly sweet chocolate eggs he had devoured.
This had made three now. There were still plenty to go.
Wincing at what would come next, Jake gripped his monstrously bloated, sagging paunch into his paws and hefted it as he struggled to walk towards the next pile he needed to consume.
Maybe walk was too generous a word, but Jake’s mind refused to even wrap itself around the term waddle as he lumbered over to the pile. He gasped desperately as his entire body weighed him down, fighting against it with every ounce of energy he had left as every pound of fat conspired to pin his ass permanently to the floor.
As the obese dragon laboriously made his way towards the pile however, something below him caught his eye, a subtle glint of wrapper that nearly stopped his heart and made him want to vomit: The shine of a single, fully wrapped egg lying there on the ground.
Somehow it must have rolled free when he was tearing through one of the other piles, and now it laid there beneath him, separated from his grasp by his titanic, bulging stomach. He cringed as he remembered how hard it was to scoop these damn things up off of the ground, and how much harder it would be now at such an even larger size. Jake let out a groan as he forced his gigantic, lumbering body to a halt, his bellyfolds wobbling from side to side, his behemoth sized buttocks bouncing as they slammed into one another: He couldn’t be sure, but if Jake had to guess he figured he must weigh at least over 800 pounds at this point.
How the hell was he going to reach this egg?
For a moment, he considered just passing it by, but it didn’t take long for him to rethink such an action. What if this was the griffin egg? What if he had just let it go when he could finally be free from this wretched factory and the taste of candy after just a few more licks of chocolate?
His belly gurgled as he held it, looking past its curve with indecision at the solitary peanut butter egg below him.
“Guuhhh… F-Fine..!” He groaned thickly, his voice so deep and heavy now from all the fat he had piled on that it nearly made the dragon blush, “Twenty…”
He whimpered and grunted as he attempted to bend low, his knees trembling before his belly pressed down against the ground such a short distance below it now. His stomach slamming against the floor took most of the weight off of his weary legs, but Jake was not nearly as grateful for the fact that he had to still reach around its vast curve just to grab the egg.
“T-Twenty… F-Five..!”
He growled and groaned in frustration and some pain as his belly suddenly gurgled from all of the movement and pressure being placed upon it now, giving the obese dragon a serious case of indigestion. He tried to bend over as far as his strained muscles could possibly allow, but he also didn’t want to end up stuck on his massively swollen stomach once again, not when this time it was a very real possibility that he’d never be able to get back up again.
“Twenty… Fiiiiiiive… Thoooousaaaaand…”
Suddenly Jake began to feel even more pressure welling up in his guts, the male dragon groaning and wincing as his stomach grew firmer and even harder to reach past now. Panting desperately, the dragonboy continued to struggle for the egg, even as the pressure began to become painful, and leaning on his belly only made it worse.
“E-Eiiiiiight… AGGGHHH! EIGHT! HUNDRED… a-and… fifty…. unnngghhh! FIFTY..!”
A tremendous relief instantaneously flooded through Jake Long’s insides as an equally massive bout of flatulence erupted from his mammoth backside, his blubbery rumpcheeks quaking with the force of it as the entire factory room echoed with the thunder erupting from the obese dragon’s ass. Jake groaned in shame, cringing hard and blushing heavily as the fart continued to drag on before finally ceasing after a few long, painfully shameful moments.
The explosion of flatulence was almost so horrifically loud that it nearly drowned out the sound of glass shattering as a figure burst through one of the factory’s windows, flying through to hover on her board just above the blubbery whale of a dragon.
“Looks like I’ve finally found you…” The Huntswoman purred, grinning beneath her mask, “Jake Long…”
“…Seven.” Jake grunted under his breath, panting as he locked eyes with his old foe.
If things had seemed bad before, they were about to get a lot worse.
You hear the chime of steel against steel as I lift the lid off the first serving dish. I hold the first morsel under your nose, allowing its scent to drive you to salivation. You bring your head forward and try to take a bite, but I cruelly snatch it away and I slap your belly in one swift movement. The brief sting causes you to moan, much to my delight.
“I’m sorry piggy but teasing you is too fun”, I coo.
“Please Mistress…”
I stroke your belly and anticipate how much better you will look fatter. Sitting beside you, I bring the first piece of fried chicken smothered in thick gravy to your mouth and allow you to eat. The combination of teasing, hash and you being a relentless glutton makes short work of half a basket within 3 minutes. Within 5 you’ve polished it off entirely, garnishing your good work with another moan. I place the empty platter back on the serving trolley, and bring a second to the bedside table. With one hand I use my leather riding crop to stroke the insides of your thighs, and the other to lift large, greasy slices of pizza to your lips. This seems to spur you on, as you lean forward toward my feeding hand. I start to fold two pieces together and stuff your face, only goaded by your incessant moans and groans. Unsurprisingly, I notice your pace seems to slow a little as you finish up on the pizza, your gut pushing outwards and covering the waistband of your boxers, buttons on your shirt finally starting to threaten popping.
“Please Mistress, could you take the blindfold off? I want to see you stuff me so badly. I want to see my belly get fatter before my eyes”, you beg.
“I suppose, piggy. Your appetite is impressive, so I’ll give you a special treat ok?”, I say, pouring lotion into my hands and beginning to massage your heavy gut. I enjoy how warm and soft you are, like kneading sweet dough. I lean up towards your pillowy moobs to gently bite and lick, as I pull off your blindfold.
“How does it feel piggy? To have a beautiful feedress fatten you up?”, I purr.
You can’t help but lick your lips, “It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long! It feels *soooo* good Mistress! Feed me, please!”.
I glance downwards to see your erection pressing against your boxers, and smile. With a single finger I stroke the length of your cock as I press a fork-full of mac and cheese to your mouth. I swing a leg over your body to straddle your thick thighs, and relish the feeling of your hard on against my ass cheeks. Leaning forward, dish in hand, I press my body against you and shovel more pasta into your mouth. More moans from your mouth and I grind against you, willing you to empty the dish faster.
*RRIIIIIIPPPP*
The side seam of your boxers split wide open. You blush but seem proud simultaneously, upping your pace until you’ve demolished the rest of the dish.
“You shouldn’t look so pleased with yourself piggy. Your widening ass may have ripped your underwear but you have yet to pop a single button for me”. I glare at you, showing I mean business.
In all honesty they look ready to ping off at any moment, but I love any excuse to dish out punishment. I turn myself around, reverse cowgirl, and lick your inner thighs, my breasts resting against your throbbing head; my ass in full view but out of your reach. What a shame you’re still lashed to the bed.
Your moans are music to me, and I replace the licks with a bite or two. Just as I sense you can’t take much more, I jump off you, and back to the serving trolley.
I drew my boyfriend’s tum haha
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