chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

A commission I recently finished. Features muscle growth and weight gain themes. Using Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf.

College had been going well for Stiles. Sure his first year at school was hectic between getting settled in his dorm room, navigating between classes, studying for tests, and exams. As well as balancing a job on top of all this school work. But he managed to do alright. Though Stiles did gain some extra weight during his freshman year. But it wasn't like he couldn't work it off and get back in shape right?

He was glad it was summer break now so he can try to work off the added weight he gained. Stiles was also looking forward to relaxing and not having to worry about any course work or tests like he was having to do when at school.

Getting home he first saw his dad and Scott, his two favorite people waiting for him at home. He's thankful neither of them commented on his weight gain. Though he did facetime them a lot so it wasn't like it was a huge secret between them that Stiles was gaining weight. But he thought nothing of it really until later on when he came by Deaton's vet clinic to meet Scott to go to dinner.

That being when Stiles ran into Derek.

Derek still looked good, muscular, handsome, especially in the outfit he was currently wearing. Short muscle t-shirt that hugged his ridiculous muscular torso quite well. Stiles couldn't help but stare a moment before collecting himself to look at Derek's face. Only to notice that Derek had been looking at him too.

Stiles felt a flutter, wondering if Derek had been checking him out. Only for Derek to smirk and comment about Stiles' weight.

“Couldn't stop stuffing your face with curly fries while away at school?” He teases.

Just like that the fluttering feeling Stiles had was gone. Instead he felt himself get hurt as well as a little angry over Derek's comment.

“What?” He asked.

Because surely he must be mistaken and Derek wasn't making fun of him. Right?

“I'm talking about this.” Derek says, moving forward and poking Stiles’ belly.

“Guess you can't use your 148 pound soaking wet excuse anymore huh?” Derek laughs.

Stiles bristles at that. He's taken aback because he didn't think Derek to be such a prick like this.

“I gained a little weight. So fucking what?” Stiles snaps.

“A little?” Derek snorts.

“I know there's that whole freshman fifteen they say for freshmen, but you look like it was freshman thirty for you.” Derek adds and laughs.

Stiles bristles at the way Derek's taunting him. Clenching his fists at his sides. His mind in a whirlwind of thoughts on how he could belittle Derek. But he keeps silent instead, feeling exhausted in a sense so he doesn't even bother.

It looked like Derek wanted to say even more than that, but Scott is coming out into the lobby. He can immediately tell the tension in the room but before Scott can say anything Stiles speaks up.

“I'll catch you later Scott,” Stiles began while looking pointedly at Derek.

“I don't feel like going out tonight after all.” He says.

He gives Derek a dirty look, and the older man has the audacity to look confused as to why Stiles would give him a look before Stiles is turning around and storming out of the vet office. He catches the sound of Scott smacking Derek's arm and his best friend asking the other werewolf what he does to him.

Which Stiles is grateful for Scott for, and it did make him feel better knowing his best friend had his back. He gets in his jeep and heads back home to his dad's house. He decides to spend his night on making a plan on how to lose the weight he gained at college. He's reading a few sites on google about meal plans, workout routines, etc. When he notices a book on his shelf.

He gets up from his desk and walks over to the shelf. Grabbing the dark green book and remembering its an old spell book he got in his junior year. Stiles had studied it in an attempt to teach himself magic. Only to become sidetracked and when they stopped facing down supernatural creatures and werewolf hunters Stiles felt the need to not pick up the book to learn any further.

Though now that he remembers about this he thinks he could try to find a spell or something that could help him lose the extra weight he has gained. Flipping through the pages of the book he doesn't find a spell that would be of use to his endeavor, but he does find an ingredient list for a potion.

Stiles researched the potion through the book's pages. From what he could understand the potion will swap traits you want with someone of your choosing. You and the person would just need to drink the potion within a few minutes of each other for the effects to work.

Since Derek wanted to be an ass and make fun of Stiles' weight gain. The human thought Derek would be perfect to test this potion with. Besides Derek was a werewolf so the extra pounds would no doubt immediately melt away back into hard muscle. Since when Scott got bit years ago he had gained muscles not long after he turned.

Hell, Derek might even gain some extra muscle from this so Stiles is basically doing the werewolf a favor here by doing this. The components for the spell weren't too tedious to acquire. The only thing Stiles needed was a few plants that grew out of state. Luckily he found them online and purchased them relatively cheap. While he waited he spent time with Scott and his dad.

Scott had tried to bring up the Derek thing but Stiles didn't want to hear any of it. Telling his friend to please drop it. Thankfully Scott did and didn't mention Derek since. While Derek had tried calling and texting Stiles to which the human just immediately deleted and ignored the calls and voicemails.

Stiles didn't want to hear any bullshit apologies. He doesn't get why Derek's teasing hurt so much but it just did. He didn't want to see Derek not until the potion was ready. In the meantime Stiles treated himself to junk food. Since the potion would swap his weight over to Derek. Stiles didn't need to bother about the meal plans he had for himself to help lose weight.

When the plants he needed came Stiles sat to work preparing the potion. Crushing the flowers and petals together as well as mixing some other components in. He closed his eyes and focused on the brew. Pushing his intentions and wants into the bubbling concoction. He feels a breeze around him, the lights in the kitchen flicker a moment. He opens his eyes and the small pot he mixed the potion in has stopped bubbling. The murky liquid has turned into a somewhat shimmering green.

“Whoa.” He murmurs to himself.

Stiles had his doubts this would work, but he is happy to see that it did. He carefully collects the potion into vials and puts the others away. He only needed a little to do what he needed done. Just as he was finishing up he heard a knock on the door. Answering it Stiles forces a glare when he sees it's Derek. Even though he's happy that the older man has shown up.

“Yes?” He asks coldly. Keeping up a facade that he was still pissed at Derek.

“Look Stiles, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you the other night.” Derek starts. He rubs the back of his neck looking a little uncomfortable.

Stiles rolls his eyes and turns away. Leaving the door open as a gesture for Derek to follow him.

‘That's it big guy, take the bait.’ Stiles thought as Derek did follow him inside.

He goes into the kitchen and grabs two glasses as he listens to Derek talk. Filling them with water, he turns and gives Derek a look to make sure Derek isn't looking so he can drop a few droplets of potion into the water. He watches as the droplets immediately blend into the water. He focuses back on Derek, still not saying a word.

He walks over to Derek and hands him a glass, at first Derek looks like he doesn't want it but after Stiles gives him a pointed look he takes it.

“Can you say something?” Derek asks.

“Say what? I forgive you?” Stiles snarks.

“No, just something.” Derek sighs.

“Look, I thought that was our thing Stiles. Teasing and taunting each other. Before you left.” Derek pauses, his face slipping into an expression Stiles couldn't quite decipher.

Stiles drinks from his glass, feeling a slight bitter taste from the potion as he swallows it down. Derek still seems to look for the right words to say.

“I was, I am, happy to see you.” He finally says.

The human is taken aback a little, he didn't think Derek would say that to him, ever. Sure before Stiles left they hung out more, but Stiles always assumed Derek and he were just acquaintances if anything. Despite Stiles having a crush on Derek that took him a while to admit to himself.

Hearing as Derek goes on to explain he just thought Stiles would make teasing jabs back at him like before. But he didn't mean those words he said to Stiles and even admits he likes guys with some extra weight on him.

Stiles would think he's joking if Derek's cheeks weren't a little flushed from him admitting that.

‘He's for real about this?’ Stiles thinks. He tries to think what to do now.

While he ponders this and is distracted Derek goes to take a sip of water. Stiles realized a little too late as Derek had the glass up to his mouth.

‘Shit, abort mission,’ Stiles thought but Derek was already taking a sip of the water.

He winces as Derek makes a disgruntled face over the taste of the water. It's Stiles' turn now to look sheepish as he grabs the glass from Derek and sets it and his on the table.

“So I have something to admit.” Stiles starts with. Only for him to feel a strangeness wash over him. Derek must feel it too because he reacts in a similar manner as Stiles looking at the human with a baffled look.

“Stiles what did you do?” Derek asks.

Derek then grunts, a confused look on his face when he moves and pulls his shirt up. His impressive well defined aba, that no doubt would take a normal person years to get at the gym, immediately rippled. It was freakishly weird to see but also fascinating at the same time as it moved before the two men's eyes. Derek and Stiles watching as Derek's stomach starts to bulge outwards a little. With his abs softening outwards as it begins to form into a flabby belly.

While Derek is dealing with the weight gain, Stiles moves to pull his shirt up to expose his belly. With his belly showing they can see how his pudgy gut that was hanging over the waistline of his pants has started to deflate. Stiles’ belly pulls backwards inside him as it begins to shrink while Derek's has grown in size.

“Stiles what did you do?!” Derek repeats himself, voice frantic.

“Look I'm sorry!” Stiles says, panicked.

“But I may have spiked your water with a potion that would give you the fat off my body.” Stiles says quickly.

It looked like Derek was going to demand to know more by what Stiles admitted only the werewolf's hands jerk up to his face. Derek's eyes are wide as he touches his face. Stiles watches in awe seeing how Derek's face starts to jiggle before sagging lower. His cheeks get rounder and his neck becomes somewhat obscured under the double chin he seems to be gaining.

Derek looks astonished, opening and closing his mouth as if he isn't sure what to say. Although Stiles can't help but feel strangely aroused by what he is seeing. Since it didn't seem like Derek was going to be gaining the extra weight Stiles thought he would. It was like Derek was gaining that much and more.

Opposite of Derek's gain in weight, Stiles flab continues to melt from his body. Stiles already looked like he did before college. Only with a faint outline of abs and his muscles seemingly a little more toned up. He couldn't help but feel his biceps. Noticing that they looked bigger, with them growing as he started to flex them. Stiles looked with an awestruck expression when seeing both biceps growing to the point they filled out his shirtsleeves. Making the sleeves fit snug around the bulging biceps the young man has now.

Stiles shifts his attention from his biceps to see Derek staring at him with an unreadable expression. The look makes Stiles squirm a little and he shifts on his feet. Holding his hands up in the surround and begins to talk.

“Look, please don't be mad. I know I was petty and how fucked up it was of me to do this potion thing on you to do this.” He pauses to take a deep breath.

“I don't know why your teasing got to me like that, and you're right that used to be our thing before I left.” He rambles on.

“But I swear Derek the potion was only supposed to give you the little fat I gained but it wasn't supposed to do this.” He says, gesturing between them.

“I figured it would be okay since you know you're a werewolf and that little weight would just melt into nothing or even turn into muscle so I thought it would be a win-win for us both, but obviously.” Stiles is interrupted by Derek grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss.

Stiles is obviously startled because he didn't think this would be where this went, but he immediately relaxes and returns the kiss. He hands coming up and grabbing Derek's chubby cheeks to deepen the kiss. Stiles can feel Derek's belly pushing against him as it gets larger. That being what breaks their kiss for Stiles to glance down and look how much bigger Derek's growing belly has become.

Stiles, on the other hand, feels too snug in his clothing. With his shirt really constricting around his broader and overall body frame.

“You definitely did something wrong with that potion.” Derek comments.

“You're looking almost as buff as I was, and I'm a lot fatter than you were,” he adds.

As he says this Derek's hands grab a hold of his larger gut and he gives it a shake. He and Stiles both seem to be transfixed on how Derek’s pale belly jiggles when he shakes it.

“Fuck that's hot.” Stiles blurts out without thinking.

Derek looks at him, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“You think so, Stiles?” He asks.

“You like having made me into this growing lard ass?” Derek follows with.

As he says that an audible tearing sound can be heard as Derek’ pants shred. Unable to contain his thickening ass as it packs on the pounds.

Stiles swallows, feeling very turned on by this. He assumes Derek is just as much into this as he is given what Derek is saying and the way he is eyeing Stiles. The two men slowly take their clothes off without a word. Eyes fixating on raking over each other as they strip naked.

“Jeez, never dreamed I'd be this buff.” Stiles comments.

His pecs looked massive, his abs were crazily detailed. Stiles couldn't help running his hands over wish washboard abs. Looking similar to guys who spend a lot of effort bulking up. He couldn't help but feel strangely motivated to want to maintain his growing physique. Stiles noticing he is still gaining some extra bulk. His legs were thick, making Stiles wonder if he could crush a melon with his thighs like he has seen guys online do.

He looks to Derek and Stiles didn't think he could get more turned on by Derek than now. Derek was massive, looking like he was well over 400 pounds now. Derek seemed distracted. His thick hands cupping his fatty man tits. Kneading them under his palms.

“Fuck. Derek you're incredibly hot like this.” Stiles once more blurts out what he was thinking.

He didn't feel bashful about it either, because seeing Derek like this was hot. He also felt that fluttering feeling again when Derek smiles at him. The werewolf parroting what Stiles said about him.

“Muscles look really good on you.” Derek says.

“Yeah?” Stiles asks, giving Dereka bicep flex.

“Bet you could even get bigger if you wanted.” Derek tells him.

“Big enough to win a bodybuilder competition?” Stiles asks him, jokingly.

“Stiles Stilinski, Mr. Universe does have a nice ring to it.” Derek laughs.

“I can say the same for you Derek. I'm sure being a werewolf you can get as big as you want.’ Stiles starts.

“So we could, if you wanted, work feeding you till you're nice and full and see how much fatter you get.” Stiles suggests.

He's getting turned on all over again, imaging Derek as this Blob of a werewolf. Feeding Derek lovingly while rubbing that massive gut. Stiles takes notice that it has gotten bigger, really drooping lower than it was a few moments ago.

Stiles gets closer again, his hands resting on Derek's belly, gently massaging it under his hands. They stare into each other's eyes, leaning in closer. They're lips barely touch as they share another kiss.

“What the fuck happened to you two?!” Scott's familiar voice yelling startles both men and they turn to look at a startled Scott.

—--------

“That's twenty push ups down so that's quite a bit of doughnuts you need to eat Big Guy.” Stiles says to Derek.

It had been months since their potion incident and it took them several conversations with Scott, Stiles’ dad, and others about it. Assuring that they were both pleased with the potion having done this to them.

Stiles joins Derek on the couch, rubbing his boyfriend's huge belly as he rests a box of doughnuts on Derek's gut.

Stiles had gained some extra muscle since then, working out and training. Derek helping him by setting goals for Stiles. Depending on how many push-ups or other exercises Stiles completes, Derek would eat a certain amount of food. This way Derek can make his own kind of gains with Stiles.

Derek opens his mouth for Stiles to feed him his first of many doughnuts. Stiles is proud of how much Derek has gained. The werewolf was pushing 600 pounds now and had to special order clothing that fit him. Which they celebrated with a feast. Well Derek did, Stiles was happy to feed his werewolf and give his growing gut all the belly rubs Derek wanted.

“Okay, now if you do let's start with 15 pull ups then we can move on to the cupcakes.” Derek says, wiping some of the frosting from the last doughnut off his mouth.

“You got it, Big Man.” Stiles smiles. Leaning in and giving Derek a kiss before he gets off the couch arm and continues with his workout. Eager to get it down so he can feed his Big Wolf boyfriend.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

He stopped being a thin man to be an extreme obese man in a few years 2017-2023 150 lbs- 500 pounds

2017

2018

2019

2020

2021 After the pandemic it was when he gained more weight and was left with extreme obesity

2022

And now is a obese boy It has a huge size and is so beautiful with this extreme fattening he will soon have immobility problems

If you want me to upload more photos of this huge pig, give me support and ask me.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

College Experiments

FALL

In the bustling city of Brooksville, there lived a college student named Charlie. Charlie was a bright young mind attending Brooksville University, but like many students, he found himself constantly strapped for cash. Determined to find a solution to his financial woes, Charlie turned to his passion for science.

With a curious mind and a knack for experimentation, Charlie set up a small laboratory in his dorm room. Equipped with basic equipment salvaged from old science kits and thrift stores, he began brainstorming ways to turn his scientific skills into profit.

Charlie's first venture involved creating homemade skincare products using natural ingredients. Armed with knowledge from his chemistry classes and a few online tutorials, he concocted potions and creams that promised to rejuvenate and revitalize. To his surprise, his dorm mates were eager to buy his products, and soon, word of mouth spread across campus.

Encouraged by his initial success, Charlie delved deeper into his experiments. He explored the world of biochemistry, brewing batches of kombucha and crafting artisanal cheeses in his makeshift lab. His creations garnered attention not only from his fellow students but also from local health food stores and cafes eager to feature his unique products.

As Charlie's reputation grew, so did his ambition. Charlie had always been a slim, scrawny, nerd-type. The hours he spent with his head stuffed in books were hours that his peers were spending in the gym. Charlie was prepared to use science to change that narrative.

Excited by the prospect of his next big project, Charlie threw himself into research and experimentation with fervor. He spent countless hours poring over scientific journals, studying the intricacies of muscle growth and metabolism. Armed with his knowledge and determination, he set out to create the ultimate muscle-building concoction.

Charlie's first step was to gather a variety of ingredients known for their potential to promote muscle growth. He sourced proteins, amino acids, vitamins, and minerals from both natural and synthetic sources, carefully selecting each component for its purported benefits.

In his dorm laboratory, Charlie meticulously measured and mixed the ingredients, blending them together in precise proportions. He conducted numerous tests, adjusting the formula until he was satisfied with the results. Finally, after weeks of trial and error, Charlie emerged with a potent elixir he believed held the key to effortless muscle growth.

Eager to put his creation to the test, Charlie began a strict regimen of drinking his concoction daily. He monitored his progress closely, measuring his muscle mass and strength regularly. To his amazement, he started noticing results within just a few weeks. His once scrawny frame began to fill out, his muscles becoming more defined with each passing day.

Word of Charlie's muscle-building drink spread like wildfire across campus. Soon, students from all corners were flocking to him, eager to get their hands on his potion. Charlie found himself inundated with orders, his dorm room transformed into a bustling hub of activity as he worked tirelessly to fulfill demand.

But as the popularity of his drink grew, so too did the scrutiny. Concerns were raised about its safety and long-term effects...

As Charlie's muscle-building elixir gained popularity on campus, its effects became increasingly noticeable among the student body. What had once been a campus populated by a diverse array of body types now began to see a striking transformation. Everywhere you looked, the once-average college guys were now bulking up, their frames becoming more muscular and defined with each passing day.

Gone were the days of scrawny freshmen struggling to carry their textbooks; now, they strutted across campus with newfound confidence, their shirts straining against burgeoning muscles. The campus gym, once a quiet retreat for the fitness enthusiasts, became a hive of activity as students flocked to work out, eager to enhance the effects of Charlie's elixir.

With each passing week, the changes became more pronounced. The formerly skinny computer science majors now boasted chiseled arms and broad shoulders, their once-slender frames transformed into those of athletes. The shy bookworms who had once blended into the background now commanded attention with their newfound physical prowess.

Even those who had never set foot in a gym before found themselves drawn to the allure of Charlie's elixir. It seemed as though overnight, the entire campus had become obsessed with achieving the perfect physique, fueled by the promise of effortless muscle growth.

But as the effects of the elixir became more widespread, so too did its consequences. Some students began to experience side effects, ranging from mild irritability to more serious concerns. Concerns were raised about the addictive nature of the elixir, with rumors swirling about withdrawal symptoms for those who tried to stop drinking it.

Despite the warnings, the allure of Charlie's elixir remained irresistible for many. The campus became a battleground of egos as students competed to outmuscle one another, each vying for the coveted title of the campus alpha male.

Amidst the chaos, Charlie found himself grappling with the unintended consequences of his creation. What had started as a well-intentioned experiment had spiraled into something far beyond his control. As he watched the campus undergo its dramatic transformation, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had unleashed something dangerous upon his fellow students.

WINTER

As the fall semester continued, and the winter rolled in, the effects of Charlie's muscle-building elixir continued to unfold, and another unexpected consequence emerged: extreme hunger. What had begun as a quest for effortless muscle growth now became a battle against insatiable cravings. Charlie, once driven by the desire for a sculpted physique, found himself consumed by a bottomless appetite.

No longer satisfied with the standard dining hall fare, Charlie began to seek out larger and more frequent meals, his hunger bordering on obsession. He found himself ordering takeout and delivery with increasing frequency, devouring meal after meal in a desperate attempt to satiate his gnawing hunger.

But Charlie was not alone in his struggle. Across campus, the effects of the elixir manifested in similar ways for many of the men who had eagerly embraced its promise of physical transformation. What had initially been a quest for muscle growth now led to an unintended consequence: weight gain.

As the weeks passed, the once-lean bodies of the campus men began to change. Where once there had been taut muscles and chiseled physiques, now there were burgeoning bellies and softer features. The weight of their excessive eating began to counteract the effects of the elixir, leading to a noticeable shift in their appearance.

Gone were the days of bulging biceps and six-pack abs; now, the campus was populated by men with rounded stomachs and fuller faces. The very thing they had sought to escape – a lack of confidence in their physical appearance – had returned in a different form, as they grappled with the consequences of their insatiable appetites.

As the effects of Charlie's elixir took hold, the transformation swept across the campus, affecting students from all walks of life. No longer bound by stereotypes or cliques, the once-distinct groups of college jocks, nerds, and freshmen found themselves united in a shared struggle against their insatiable appetites.

The college jocks, once revered for their athleticism and toned physiques, now found themselves grappling with a new reality. Their muscle-bound frames began to soften as the excess calories took their toll, causing them to slowly but steadily outgrow their clothes. What were once snug-fitting jerseys and workout gear now strained against expanding waistlines and burgeoning bellies, leaving the jocks feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious.

Similarly, the nerds who had once prided themselves on their intellectual prowess now found themselves facing a different kind of challenge. Their bodies, accustomed to hours spent hunched over textbooks and computer screens, began to betray them as the effects of the elixir led to weight gain and a loss of physical stamina. Their once-slender frames expanded as they indulged in endless snacks and meals, their clothes growing tighter with each passing day.

Even the freshmen, wide-eyed and eager to make their mark on campus, were not immune to the effects of Charlie's elixir. What had initially been a time of excitement and exploration now became overshadowed by the constant battle against hunger and overeating. Their youthful metabolisms struggled to keep pace with the demands of their voracious appetites, leading to rapid weight gain and a noticeable change in their appearance among the freshman body.

Across campus, the sight of students struggling to squeeze into clothes that no longer fit became a common occurrence. Wardrobes once filled with slim-fit jeans and tailored shirts now made way for stretchy waistbands and oversized sweaters, as students sought to conceal the changes wrought by their insatiable appetites.

EARLY SPRING

As Charlie stepped onto the scale, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He had known that he had gained weight, but the reality of the number staring back at him was staggering. His heart raced as he watched the dial spin, each tick marking another pound added to his already substantial frame.

When the scale finally settled, Charlie's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Over 150 pounds gained since he had first started taking his elixir. He now weighed over 300 pounds.

A wave of shock and disbelief washed over him as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his transformation. How had things spiraled so out of control? What had begun as a quest for physical perfection had led him down a path he never could have imagined.

Mixed with the shock was a twinge of regret. Regret for not heeding the warning signs sooner, for not recognizing the toll that his insatiable appetite had taken on his body. He had been so focused on the promise of muscle growth that he had failed to see the consequences unfolding before his eyes.

Fortunately for Charlie, he was not alone in the extreme change in appearance.

As Charlie settled into his seat for another lecture, he couldn't help but notice how different the classroom had become since the effects of the elixir had taken hold. Gone were the days of quiet focus and attentive students; now, the room buzzed with activity, punctuated by a cacophony of distractions brought on by the extreme weight gain of the student body.

Everywhere he looked, hungry boys could be seen munching on snacks and guzzling sodas, their gigantic appetites seemingly insatiable. The sound of crunching chips and slurping drinks filled the air, competing with the professor's voice for dominance.

But it wasn't just the noise that proved distracting; it was the physical manifestations of the students' weight gain that truly captured Charlie's attention. Every so often, the sound of splintering wood would echo through the classroom as another student's chair buckled under the strain of his newfound weight, sending him tumbling to the ground amidst a chorus of laughter and gasps.

Meanwhile, nearby, another student would let out a loud belch, the result of chugging soda after soda in a futile attempt to quench his never-ending thirst. And in the corner of the room, a nerd would be seen snacking on a dozen donuts, his shirt straining against his expanding waistline as one by one his shirt buttons popped open, sending a cascade of crumbs tumbling to the floor.

As the distractions mounted, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. What had once been a place of learning and intellectual pursuit had now become a spectacle of excess and indulgence. It seemed as though the effects of the elixir had permeated every aspect of campus life, turning even the most mundane activities into a spectacle.

LATE SPRING

As the spring semester neared its end, the effects of Charlie's elixir continued to escalate, reaching unprecedented levels of extreme weight gain among the student body. With each passing day, more and more students found themselves facing the daunting reality that their bodies had grown too large to fit into the standard classroom seats.

The once bustling lecture halls now sat half-empty as students opted to skip class rather than face the humiliation of squeezing into seats that could no longer accommodate their expanding behinds. The remaining students struggled to find comfortable seating, their movements restricted by the encroaching bulk of their bodies.

Meanwhile, in the dormitories scattered across campus, a growing number of men found themselves increasingly sedentary, their once-active lifestyles replaced by a cycle of couch-bound lethargy. Planted firmly in front of their TVs and computer screens, they spent their days ordering endless amounts of food, indulging their insatiable appetites with little regard for the consequences.

With each passing week, their weights soared to unprecedented heights, students began surpassing the 350-pound mark and, for some, even reaching over 400 pounds. The once-vibrant campus became a shadow of its former self, as the students retreated further into their dorm rooms, isolated by the physical limitations imposed by their extreme weight gain.

And as final exams neared, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for the situation that had unfolded. What had begun as a well-intentioned experiment had spiraled into something far beyond his control, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

As prospective students visited the college campus, they couldn't help but notice the striking transformation that had taken hold of the male student body. What had once been a vibrant and bustling campus now seemed subdued, overshadowed by the sight of students who had grown to ridiculously large proportions.

As they walked through the campus grounds, the prospective students couldn't help but stare in astonishment at the scene before them. Everywhere they looked, they saw young men struggling to walk, their movements sluggish and labored under the weight of their ballooning bodies. Each step was a Herculean effort, their once-athletic frames now burdened by excess pounds.

The most noticeable feature of these students was their large bellies, protruding prominently from beneath their outgrown clothes. Shirts strained against expanding waistlines, buttons threatening to pop at any moment as they struggled to contain the sheer mass of their bodies. It was clear that these young men had outgrown more than just their clothes; they had outgrown the very limits of their own bodies.

But perhaps the most telling sign of their transformation was the food that they carried with them everywhere they went. Both hands full of snacks and treats, they shuffled along the pathways of the campus, their eyes fixed on their next indulgence. It was a stark contrast to the image of college life that the prospective students had envisioned, a far cry from the youthful exuberance and vitality they had expected to find.

As they observed the scene before them, the prospective students couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What had happened to these young men? How had they allowed themselves to become so consumed by their insatiable appetites? And, perhaps most importantly, what did it mean for the future of the college and its students?

Amidst the questions and uncertainty, one thing was clear: the campus had been forever changed by the consequences of Charlie's elixir. And as the prospective students considered their options, they couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the place for them, or if they should look elsewhere for their college experience.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Giant

I drift away to sleep laying on the hot sand and bathing in the sunlight. I feel relaxed for a moment until I'm thrust into a nightmare. I find myself at my desk, wasting away for a job that I hate. The only reason I went on this vacation is to escape, but no matter what I do I end up back in the same place. This nightmare seems different to the rest, it's so loud. Usually all I can hear is keys tapping and clocks ticking, but now there is another noise. It's... screaming. It's getting louder and louder, the sound of people screaming.

I jolt awake. The screaming was coming from real life. I sit up and see dozens of people running away from the beach. What the hell is going on. Some part of me wants to just go back to sleep, but if this many people are running maybe I should too. I begin to grab some of my stuff and get up to leave, but I'm stopped by what feels like an earthquake. I turn to the shoreline and see a giant beast emerge from the water. It looks human, but unless my eyes deceive me, he must be at least 50 feet tall.

The beast approaches the beach, I know I should run but my body won't let me move. I also notice I'm the only one left on the beach, everyone else has run. He steps onto the beach, the closer he gets, the more I realize how massive he actually is. Soon he's standing right in front of me, and I have to look straight up just to see his face. He reaches down and grabs me, holding nearly my entire body in just one hand. I try to scream, but there's no use now, all my screams will be muffled in the beasts hand.

I can't see much, so I spend the next few minutes trashing about until I have no energy left. It doesn't seem to be making a difference anyway. After what feels like a couple of minutes, the beast stops moving. I get gently laid down on the floor, and get a chance to look around at the expansive room around me. It looks like a normal house, just massive. It makes me feel like a tiny ant. As I'm taking in the scenery, I bump into something soft. I turn to see a massive leg in front of me. My eyes drift upward to see a massive man standing in front of me, he must have been the height of the man that brought me here, just a lot fatter. I shield my eyes from the man's massive cock, and look past his round gut to see the man looking down at me.

"Watch where you're going pipsqueak!" The giant says in a deep voice. I lost my balance as his receding steps shook the ground below me.

"Don't mind him, he's always in a bad mood." The giant who brought me here kneeled down to talk to me.

"Does anyone wear clothes around here?" I ask in return.

"Were not savages, we try to if we can come across clothes large enough. I know this might seem frightening, but you and I are more similar than you think."

"Why did you even bring me here?" I say confused.

"Come, walk with me, I'll explain." He says as I start to follow him, though it takes me a few minutes to cover the ground he can in one step so he walks slow.

"My name is Yusef, by the way." The giant says.

"I'm Jack." I reply.

"A long time ago, a settlement of humans came across a forest while hunting. This forest contained food with mystical properties that provided the humans with far more energy than they needed. The humans obviously took advantage of this to prevent their people from starving. Over time, their bodies started to grow larger than that of normal humans due to the food. Eventually they became a whole new species called 'Giants'." Yusef monologues. "The only problem is that only the men of that settlement grew, the women remained normal humans. This meant that the Giants could not reproduce. So out of desperation, they would find other humans and turn them into giants to keep their species alive. We are what's left of those giants."

"So... You want to turn me into a giant?" I ask, still trying to process the entire story.

"Yes." He responds bluntly.

We both walk in silence for a moment as I process the situation.

"Ok, I want to be a giant." I say confidently.

"What? Humans usually aren't so eager." He questions.

"My life back home sucked, I have nothing , I have no one. At least here I'll have something."

He smiled before pointing to the room beside us. "This is the most recent giant before you, Antony." Yusef points to a man sleeping on the couch.

"He's been asleep for a while now. The last feast really took a toll on him." He states.

"Feast?" I ask.

"You need a lot of calories when your body is that big, so we fatten up the Giants as much as we can."

"Well what about you, you're not fat."

"I stay fit because I am the one who has to get new giants like you, I need to be a bit more nimble than the average giant. For the rest of us, it's better to keep a hefty store of energy. You should have seen Antony here when he was human. He was built like me, big shoulders and skinny waist, washboard abs. He's only been here three days and now look at him."

As he's talking, I look down at my own body. Now I'm no Yusef, but I've worked hard for my body. Maybe I could be like Yusef and stay skinny. As I'm thinking, I notice Antony's hand move. "Are you sure he's asleep, his hand is moving." I ask.

"Oh he's asleep, he's just getting used to having the sex drive of a giant." He responds.

I notice that his hand is moving back and forth over his dick. "That kinda sucks for a species that can't reproduce." I say.

"It's not so bad, we like to have fun with it." Yusef turns to another giant and winks at him. "Lookin good Pete!" He shouts at the giant. Pete looks back and smiles before going back to checking himself out in the mirror.

I fall silent again, coming to another realization. I didn't think about it before but, if there are only male giants, then who do they fuck. Well I just got my answer, they fuck eachother. What do I do if I'm not gay. I mean with the amount of men they turn into giants, there's no way I'm the first straight guy they get. Maybe they just get so bored that they fuck eachother because there's nothing else to do. It's no big deal, I could just not have sex, it's like I was having much sex back home either. Besides, I'm sure they still have porn here, I won't be completely out of luck.

"And we've made it." Yusef says as he stops and turns to me. "This is where you become a giant."

I look around the empty room. "Why this room?"

"It's empty because the transformation can be quite jarring, so it is safe to be in an empty room."

"Jarring?" I ask, concerned.

"Well we'll give you a concentrated version of the food from the mystical forest I mentioned earlier. It speeds up the transformation to happen in mere minutes rather than months. Not all parts of the body grow at the same pace."

Before I can even process, Yusef grabs me and shoves a large green pellet into my mouth. "Swallow." He states. I swallow it, trying to ignore the disgusting taste.

It doesn't take long for the food to take its effect, and it's not subtle. It starts with my arms. My biceps become massive, growing larger than my head. Next to transform was unfortunately my dick. The pressure in my pants builds until they burst open, leaving me naked. My dick quickly grows out of proportion with my body, growing to the point that it hits the ground. It is even thicker than my legs, making me look like I have a third leg.

"I told you it could be jarring." Yusef said with a slight smirk on his face.

"Don't fucking look." I yell out.

"Oh don't be so uptight, I'm just enjoying the show." He laughs.

I can feel myself growing tall as my perspective gets higher and higher. Soon I can feel my ass grow massive as my stomach grows into a muscle gut, making it hard to keep my balance. The next few minutes are completely insane as different parts of my body grow out of proportion. Soon enough, I see that my eyes are at about the same height as Yusefs, meaning the transformation must be over soon. I finally feel the transformation stop as I'm a few feet taller than Yusef. I'm completely naked, tired, and my body is covered in sweat.

"Here dry off." Yusef throws me a towel. "Oh, and I'm glad you're happy to see me." He winks at me before looking down at my crotch. I look down and see that my dick is fully hard, sticking straight out. I jump and cover my crotch, he just chuckles and walks away.

I dry up and walk out of the room where I find a pair of cargo pants. I slip them on and they fit surprisingly well, I try my best to tuck my boner into the waist of the shorts, but it's not doing much to hide it. I walk around, getting used to the way my body moves. It's much harder to move at the same pace I did before, everything is so heavy that it takes more effort to start and stop moving. And it feels like the air is holding me back, almost like walking in water.

I make my way to the balcony and sit down. The view is quite beautiful from here. In one direction there is a lush swamp and the other is a forest. It's weird that the trees look so small, the tallest ones look like they would barely reach my waist. As I'm enjoying the view, Yusef approaches me. As he's talking to me, it's going in one ear and going right out the other.

"My eyes are up here buddy." He says, snapping me back to reality where I notice I was staring at his chest. I look up and make eye contact with him.

"Have this." He hands me what looks like a phone. "It's a smart tv. Jerry's quite good with electronics and whipped up some phones made from old smart TV's."

"Thanks." I say as I hold the tiny tv in my hand.

"It can do basically anything a phone can other than texting, but we use WhatsApp anyway." He says before turning and walking away. I catch myself staring at him as he walks away, but quickly turn my focus to my new phone. It feels just like a phone, with a touch screen and everything. It has a few apps installed, including twitter and it gives me an idea. I log into my account and scroll through the porn I had saved on it. I scroll and scroll, but I feel nothing. Not until I get to a clip I had saved from pornhub. That got me going. My legs tensed and my dick pulsed. Within seconds I shot my load into my new cargo shorts. As I continue to watch, I notice something. I haven't looked at the woman in this clip once, I have been fixed on the man the entire time. But I've never been gay. I scroll through the many videos and images of women on my twitter and I still feel nothing. Out of curiosity I decide to search for pictures of men. Who's a guy everyone seems to like, oh Chris Evans. I search him up and go to photos. Oh my god. My stomach sinks and my dick rises the instant I look at the photo. What happened to me? I look at all the half naked Giants that walk past the balcony, and it confirms the way I feel. Even weirder is my fixation on their fat. I can't stop staring at their guts and they man tits, or their asses as they walk by. Suddenly the thought of growing like the rest of the Giants doesn't seem so bad.

"You okay?" I'm interrupted by Yusef.

"Ya I'm fine." I try to cover the stain in my shorts.

"Well that didn't take you long." He chuckles, "There is someone you need to meet.

"Oh ya sure." I say while paying no attention to what he is saying. The pecs on that man are unreal, how does a man get pecs that large.

I follow Yusef to what looks like the kitchen and he sits me down. "This is Saul." Yusef says as a man in a bathrobe approaches me. He leans over the table in front of me and gets a closer look at me. He looks older, with salt and pepper hair and wrinkled skin. His robe is loosely tied, letting his hairy gut spill out and allowing me to see his soft chest.

"You always bring me the skinniest ones." Saul says. His eyes drift up and down my body as he pokes and grabs me. "I know exactly what you could use." He says as he walks into the pantry.

"What is he doing." I ask Yusef.

"He's our cook. Just eat whatever he gives you, he has been cooking for us for hundreds of years, so he knows what he's doing." He responds.

"Hundreds of years!?" I yell out in shock.

"Oh ya, I forgot to mention that. We live for centuries, and the food he gives you is essential to that."

Saul comes back with a full platter of food and places it in front of me. "Eat." He tells me as he stands there and watches. I think back to when I was sitting on the balcony, watching all of the fatass giants walking by. I want that. I started stuffing my mouth with all the food on the platter he gave me. His food tasted amazing. You'd think I was starving with the way I was ravaging this food. Before I knew it, the platter was empty. I lean back and pat my bloated stomach with one hand and rub my crotch with the other.

"I like this one." Saul says before running off to the pantry again.

"That was so good." I turn to Yusef.

"Good, there's a lot more to come. You may think you're full, but you can fit a lot more food in you than you think." He responds.

Rounds and rounds of food go by, and I just keep going. I don't even know how long it's been, I just keep eating. I eventually lean back in my chair, defeated. My eyes start to close as I fall asleep.

"He's eaten the most out of any giant I have even seen." I hear Saul say as I'm passing out

"You think he's gonna be bigger than Grant?" Yusef responds.

"Much bigger." Is the last thing I hear before passing out.

- Many days later -

"This is the giant before you." Yusef says.

"Am I gonna be that fat." I hear from an unfamiliar voice.

"No he's the biggest we've ever seen."

I slowly open my eyes and try to lean up, but I feel like I'm being held down. I look down and see a massive mound of fat. Wait, that's me, that's my stomach. I reach out my hands and see the fat sagging in my arms. I cup my pecs in my thick hands, though I'm not sure you could call them pecs anymore. They're so fat that they sag onto my stomach. Speaking of my stomach, I grab it, sending ripples through my body. I can feel it spilling out onto my legs.

"Jack, you're finally awake." Yusef says. "This is our soon to be giant."

I sit up as far as I can and look down at the tiny human. I can't help but wonder what I look like from his perspective.

Once they leave, Antony approaches me.

"Damn you got fat." I say to him. Since the last time I saw him sleeping on the couch, he's gained a ton of weight. His modest belly turned into a full blown beer gut and his pecs are now soft man tits like mine.

"Coming from you fatass." He laughs at me. "You're the biggest slab of meat we've ever seen."

He continues to approach me, and I can see his bulge grow in his tight ass jeans.

"All the Giants here are so boring, they never want to fuck. But I know you feel different, don't you." He sits on my lap, spreading his legs around mine and resting our guts against each other. "Think about what we looked like just a week ago. Strong, with big biceps and washboard abs, now look what they've done to us." He almost moans while saying it. "Isn't it so hot." He pushes me into my back, making me feel the full weight of my own body pinning me down. He starts kissing my chest, sucking on my new fat. He kisses down my hulking gut, leaving a trail of hickies. He lifts up my belly and sticks his head underneath, he pushes my fat pad and wraps his lips around my dick. I let out a loud moan, slightly embarrassed when I realize everyone in the house could hear that. It doesn't matter, I turn my attention back to Antony. My knees buckle from the pleasure as I hold his head against my crotch. I let out another loud moan as I pump my load into his mouth. He looks up at me, "my turn." He says with his mouth dripping with cum. He spreads my legs and sticks his dick inside me. My body almost repels at the feeling, but I quickly accept it. I never thought something up my ass could feel so good. He starts to speed up, becoming more and more aggressive. I can see the ripples run through the fat in our bodies and I can hear the couch groan under our combined weight. It doesn't take long for a warm feeling to fill my insides. Antony lets out a satisfied sigh as he sits back onto the couch.

"You know I was kinda scared about this whole 'becoming a giant' thing, but now I'm a lot more excited." He says as he rests his hand on his gut. "You know being a fat ass is a lot better than I thought it would be."

I chuckle, "ya it ain't so bad is it." I lay back on the couch and relax, having no worries to stress me out.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Hey man, there's this one guy I'm tutoring who's a total jock, like an absolute dudebro. But the thing is he won't stop belching, and it's disgusting! Could yoy help me teach him a lesson by having him get a little fatter and harrier every time he burps?

Phew! Your tutor student is actually pretty damn hot… Do you really want that? I mean, I could just teach him manners? Then everything would be….. Buuuuuuuurp! Shit, does he always stink like that? Okay, your wish is my command!

BURP! Short but intense. There's a slight shadow of a beard on his smooth cheeks… That his body fat percentage has increased? That's a gift! He's still so defined that his six-pack isn't noticeable. He has burped three more times by the end of the tutoring session. The last time right in your face as a farewell. The bad thing is: Somehow it makes you horny. Especially as the beard, the longer hair and the slight paunch don't look bad on him at all. BUUUUURP!

Two days later, you bump into him at your favorite burger joint and you hear him. You recognize the burps. You almost didn't recognize him. "Bro, cool to see you here, have a seat!" He offers you his greasy, ketchup-smeared hand. You're a little disgusted. And fascinated. The beard suits him. The longer hair too. And you've always liked the hair on his forearms! Okay, it's not so cool that the T-shirt is a little tight around the stomach….

A few days later you get a message. "Bro, I've got a new job. Don't need your help anymore. School sucks". Do you have to get in touch now? Is it your fault? You already have a bit of a guilty conscience…

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Oh my goodness, you think! Was that a foghorn? You walk past a cheap and greasy snack bar. And sitting at a table is a greasy, fat, hairy guy. He sees you, he waves. It's your tutor student. You go into the snack bar and say hello. He grins and says "Cool that we're meeting, have a seat!" He spits small pieces of hamburger across the table. BUUUUURP. He laughs and his fat belly jiggles like Jell-O. "Yo, that one was straight fire, am I right?!?"

On the one hand, he has learned nothing and perhaps even deserves it. On the other hand, the question is whether that's not an exaggeration… Think about it… And let me know if you want me to change anything!

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Tag You're Fat

"Bro, why the fuck are we playing tag, we are grown ass adults." John asked.

"Just go with it man, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded. "It's not just any game of tag, It's called tag you're FAT! The way it works is that one person gets selected randomly to be it. He will eat this." Brad holds up a large pill. "It will turn them into a fatass for a short time, the fatass will then be contagious. Any person he touches will also become a fatass. Everyone hides and the last person to get fattened wins."

"Dude this game seems weird." Graham spoke out.

"C'mon just try it, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded once again.

The group seemed to collectively sigh and agree to play. Brad then pulled up a random number generator on his phone. "Everyone pick a number, I'll be one."

Each man then says a number between one and seven. Brad generated a number. "It's 4, who's 4!"

A couple guys pointed at Graham. "Man this is bullshit, I didn't even want to play this stupid ass game." Graham complained.

"That's too damn bad, take the pill." Brad responded.

Graham grabbed the pill and stared at it for a bit. "This is temporary right?" He asked.

"Ya of course, just take it." Brad said as he pulled up a photo of Graham on his phone, just for comparison for after.

Everyone started to get impatient so Graham finally swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, he began to twitch and grunt. As he twitched, his body began to jiggle more and more. His once flat stomach grew rounder and rounder by the second, riding up his shirt in the process. It kept growing until he had a solid beer gut that sagged over his waist line and love handles that thickened his once slim waist. His defined pecs became soft and plump as they sagged onto his gut and his arms became plump with a thick layer of fat. His pants tightened under the pressure of his growing ass and thick thighs. Finally his face widened as fat filled his cheeks.

Graham stood in silence as he took off his tiny shirt. His friends waited in silence for him to say something.

"Huh huh huh, that felt good!" He said in a dumb voice.

No one could tell if he was being serious, but they figured he was when he kept giggling and playing with the fat on his belly.

"Ok everyone, HIDE!" John yelled as he ran to a hiding spot. No one had time to react, so they just ran. Each of them found a hiding spot as Graham started to slowly hunt them down.

John trembled as he heard the large man stomp towards his hiding spot. He struggled to keep quiet as Graham approached. "Boo!" Graham yelled as he turned the corner. John jumped and proceeded to plead for Graham to not tag him.

"Wait wait! You don't need to tag me. You can just go find someone else." He practically pegged.

"isn't that the point of the game though?" Graham asked as he reached for John's arm. John yelled in fear, but immediately stopped when Graham made contact.

His muscles seemed to tense up, and he started to grunt. John started to grow much faster than Graham did. Within moments his belly had grown so big that he looked pregnant. It grew and grew, almost never ending until it was larger than a beach ball, ripping straight through his shirt. His hands grew to twice their size as he held his massive gut. A thick layer of fat covered the rest of his body, giving thick arms and legs, and large man tits. His ass also grew to the point that it ripped through his pants, leaving him completely naked, though it's not like you could seem much under that hulking gut. Similar to Graham, his face was the last to change. His face rounded out until it looked like a circle and he grew multiple chins under his thick beard.

John sat there for a moment, getting used to the way his body felt. The thick legs that rubbed together and the giant gut that changed his centre of gravity made it hard for him to move around.

"Get up big guy!" Graham pulled John to his feet.

"Shut it pipsqueak, you try movin around with a gut like this." John snapped back.

The two men soon went back to searching for the rest of their friends, shaking the ground as they walked. Dewayne and Miguel hid together nearby and peered around a corner to see Graham and John searching.

"Dude is that John?! He's fucking massive, and he's naked." Miguel whispered.

"Shut up, they're gonna hear us." Dewayne whispered back.

Almost as if on cue, John and Graham turn and start walking toward their hiding spots. They were cornered, so they just curled up and hoped they wouldn't be seen. It did not work. Graham turned the corner, chuckled, and grabbed both men.

Dewayne started to grunt as his body grew. His soft gut spilled out of his black tang top and over his shorts. He grew soft man tits that stretched his shirt to its limit. His body quickly started to say under its own weight as a thick layer of pudge covered his body.

Miguel befell a similar fate soon after. Although the effects didn't seem as bad on him since he was such an athletic person, but that could only help him so much. His six pack rapidly turned into a beer belly larger than his own dad's gut, riding up his tiny gym shirt. His solid pecs swelled into a pair of moobs with nipples that showed through his shirt. The defined arms and legs he worked so hard for softened into pudgy limbs.

The two men emerged from their hiding spots, happy as ever without a thought going through their minds.

It didn't take long for them to find Andrew after that. He was the tallest in the group, making it hard for him to hide. He tried to run but quickly ran into John, knocking him straight on his ass. Unfortunately for him, his arms hit John's belly in the impact. Andrew sat on the floor as his mind cleared and his body started to grow. Within seconds he had a giant hairy belly hanging out of his shirt, only rivaled by John's. His limbs bilmped out and his ass expanded, popping open his belt and threatening to rip his jeans. Finally a thick double chin formed under his beard. Andrew stood up, towering over the rest and crossed his arms. "Well who's gonna find the rest?" He asked in a dumb voice.

Brad trembled as he heard someone approaching his hiding spot. He had no idea who it was, but it sounded like someone massive. He got scared and decided to get up and run from his hiding spot. As he got up, he was met by Andrews thick underbelly.

His forehead impacted Andrews belly, knocking him back. He grunted in pleasure and pain as the transformation began. His body was hit the hardest since John. His once unnoticeable belly soon became impossible to miss, riding up his shirt to his chest and drooping over his waist. His skinny chest exploded with fat, growing larger tits than he had ever seen before, with large sensitive nipples. His previously thin arms became engulfed with fat and his legs thickened until it was basically impossible for him to separate them. His love handles spilled over his waist and his ass fattened until his crack was visible above his pants. He got up once his transformation was complete, struggling to stay up due to his immense weight. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his hulking gut and man tits, he smiled before following the rest of the men to find the last of their friends.

"Omar, you're the last one you can come out now!" John yelled.

Omar appeared from behind a couch and stood in shock at the sight of his friends. Each one of them bursting out of their clothes and sagging with fat, John had even ripped out of his clothes. Omar started to laugh hysterically, pointing out how fat his friends were. Once he regained his composure he asked his friends, "so when does this wear off?"

"What do you mean wear off, why would we want it to wear off?" John responded.

"No no, you said it would wear off." Omar's expression quickly changed.

"What do you say boys, this guy is lookin a bit too skinny for our standards, how about we change that." John asked the rest of the boys.

Omar backed away, but quickly became cornered by the horde of large men. It didn't take long for one of them to grab his arm. He froze in place and started to grunt as his body began to change. He tried to resist, but there was no point. His gut burst out of his shirt, popping off the buttons in the process. His pecs grew into thick moobs, and he grew multiple chins under his light stubble. His ass fattened until it ripped through his jeans, and his thighs ripped what was left of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. His arms fattened up as he held his gut.

"Now for the best part about the game." John started as he approached Omar. "It has made up who we were meant to be, it made us hot." John gets really close to Omar, pressing both their bellies together. "Now we can do whatever we want with each other." John grabbed Omar's dick as he spoke, making him moan.

With all the tension built up over the game, it didn't take long for all of them to rip off their tiny clothes. Nothing in their heads other than sex and food.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

My Daddy (@/TheRookBear on X) fed me a dozen fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts over the weekend. Am I taking this doughnut kick a little too far? 😅😮‍💨

Full 8:35 video on Patreon

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Fat Man is hypnotized by his own Belly - 5’2 350lbs

onlyfans.com/roundnfuzzy 200+videos

patreon.com/roundnfuzzy Eating, J/O, Pig

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

www.Patreon.com/MyGrowingRoommate

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

The Dark Bottle Challange

Before anything thanks to maletfgrowthblog and doughydude. Thanks to both of their contributions this story was made possible. Check out their pages. Now let us have fun.

On a gloomy Saturday Tristian was tirelessly awaited for his package to come. Tristian was an "influencer" who would do anything to get at least one more follower. He was desperately looking for a new way to get subscribers. Unfortunately, he hadn't even reached 5 subscribers. He heard of a new trend going around. Which infatuated him. He knew if he hopped on the train in hopes he would receive his wanted stardom. The trend consisted of people ordering a unique box for each person who ordered. It was called "The Dark Bottle Challenge". Inside the box, there was a dark bottle that contained a drink whose content was unique to the one who ordered it. If you were lucky you could gain muscle, hair, or maybe nothing. If anything it's more likely to be just a regular old drink. I mean what harm could one drink truly do, right? 

Tristian got his package and waited to open it. He got excited thinking of all the followers that would come with one package. To not spoil the fun he set up his camera and lights and pressed "start live". He was enthusiastic he had seen many people doing this trend gaining thousands of followers for doing this very trend. He saw one person join the life. He began;

"Hey guys welcome to a new unboxing video. Today we are doing the 'The Dark Bottle Challenge'. Something "many" of you guys have been desperately awaiting for. Now let's start the challenge".

On camera, Tristian had a chill face, but that is so far from reality. Deep down he knew whatever was in this drink could potentially cause him irreversible changes. But I mean hey anything for a few views am I right? Even through all his fears he ripped the tape off the box as he held his breath. One drop of sweat fell on the reflective surface of the black glass bottle. He slowly inspected it. 

"So guys this is the infamous bottle. We will now see what will be my side effects for taking it. Guys don't forget to subscribe and share the live. Now let's have fun."

Tristian slowly uncapped the bottle and gulped it all down. He felt a shiver down his spine. His taste buds felt like they went through a voyage of flavor. It tasted like a triple chocolate cake. He felt ecstasy. He looked at himself and felt as if maybe he got lucky. That is when someone new entered his live. It was someone he had never met before. He entered the chat and it read; "How'd you like your package?" 

"How do I like my package? Well, I suppose it was not as bad as I hoped it was. Thought I did wish something had happened. Now I won't get views. Ugh... I ordered this because I needed to catch traction. I spent all that money for nothing." Tristian said with a snarky attitude. 

"Well I believe it will begin to work soon." the mysterious stranger replied.

"Huh?" Tristain was confused as he saw no change YET. The changes began slowly with his once lean body gaining piles of lard. Triatian was scared, but deep down he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Anything that was clickbait to gain some traction was all he needed. Little did he know what he was gaining was something more permanent. His stomach started to balloon out with fat. To the point, he would never be able to see his feet. He just ballooned up like a pig. His smoothed figure erupted with nothing but a sea of fat. He now had love handles which made him embarrassed. Yet when he grabbed them he got the same shiver down his spine as before. With his gigantic gut stuck out his legs had to grow to support his massive weight gain. His things and ass exploded outwards and took up more room than necessary which made his old shorts pop away. Leaving him only with his jockstrap. His face rounded and he received a double chin something he never expected to get in life. He tried to flex his now bigger arms which gave him the appearance of having muscles but to the touch it was as soft as a marshmellow. Any abrupt movements made his whole body shake like waves. He got turned on by this but his dick had shrunken from a staggering 7 to a mild 4. He had to jerk off, but it was much harder with his fupa in the way. Tristian was a tig as a kid. This was something he had never felt before. When he looked back at the live he expected to see hundreds if not millions of followers.

To his dismay, his follower count went up by one. Now the only thing he saw in the chat was.

"Eat you fat fuck"!

"Our little piggy needs to eat up."

"A big boy needs to eat to stay big"

Tristian knew the consequences. There was no turning back. He was now permanently stuck in the body of someone who seemed to be fat their whole life. This was his life now and from the looks of it, he was getting quite comfortable in his pig body. He was now a feedee for all of eternity. Permanently only being able to use a 3XL. To be honest he might even outgrow that at this point. At least he got what he wanted, one more follower. Don't forget be carful for what you wish for.

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Great progress, man! Can't wait to see you blow past 250. Have you ever gotten any comments from roommates on your gains? And do you ever walk around them shirtless?

I’m shirtless a lot around my roommates, just because I’m always sweaty and a lot of my shirts are tight now. Honestly have no shame anymore, and I get a lot of shit from them… Sometimes they comment on my beer gut, or point out my moobs. Plus, they’re always asking me to join them at the gym or go for a run…

Usually I just laugh and say I’m too busy, but then I doordash McDonalds and stuff myself in the window they’re at the gym….

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Stupid Animals

Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.

I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.

"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"

My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.

“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”

I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.

“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.

—————————————————————————

The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.

But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.

I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.

As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.

Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.

I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.

Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.

I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.

Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.

But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.

As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.

As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.

But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.

The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.

"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.

I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?

Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.

I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.

Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-

“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”

As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!

My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.

But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.

With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.

Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.

As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.

My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.

Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.

I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.

Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.

“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”

Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.

Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.

"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.

“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”

As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.

Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.

I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.

As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.

I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.

OOK OOK

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

The Jock’s Curse

“Ugh, look at that fat shit. Back again…”

Jake looked in disgust at a 350 pound man sat alone at a table. The man was wolfing down his third plate of food, barely stopping to chew.

“I hope I never end up like that” he muttered to his fellow server. Jake had worked at his local buffet for a month now, and he noticed the same man visit three times a week. The man was in his late 20’s, cutting an imposing figure even in a place frequented by fat people. He kept himself well-tailored and well-grommed, but Jake only saw the giant belly hanging from him.

“Excuse me…”

“Fucking fatass. Eating himself to fucking death”

“Excuse me…”

“Probably can’t find his dick any more…”

“Excuse me…”

“What the fuck do you want?” Jake snapped at the old lady trying to get his attention. Shooting him an evil glare, she shuffled away.

“Jake! You can’t speak to customers that way!” his colleague said, reprimanding him.

“Whatever…” he replied. Truth be told, Jake didn’t particularly care about being a server. He bounced between jobs, often quitting when things got too hard or getting fired for his behaviour. He got by on his boyish good looks, his impressive muscular body and charming smile. As long as he could work out and party every week, he didn’t care what he did to make money.

Keep reading

#writing #fat #chubby #magic weight gain

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Photo on the left (2017) - stopped exercising and gained a tiny bit (photo on the right 2018)

But then it all changed, I couldn’t resist the takeaways…

I slowly became addicted to food, making myself fatter and not caring about it (2018 - 200 pounds)

I thought I’d eventually lose weight and go back to being skinny but..

I couldn’t stop, I kept eating and eating until I reached 250 pounds…and then continued…. (240 pounds)

And now I’m a 300 pound ex Twink. Oops

#fat #chubby #belly #pig #hog

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Snack time 🐷😊

#fat #chubby #belly #gluttony

[chubby-muscle-hypnosis-fan]

Storing up for winter!!

#fat #chubby #belly #gluttony