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madjackbrock · 16 days

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madjackbrock · 3 months

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Hitomi Tanaka: “boy its hard to run with these big sloppy tits in a tank top! They keep sloshing around and my large breasts are causing all the other joggers to get boners, its so embarrassing!”

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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Hitomi loved the feeling of growth when she got her hands on a bottle of Jumbo Gro. Petite and flat, only 5ft tall, had given way to tall and busty. She was lucky to get strong enough to lug those monsters around, but it was worth it for the huge boobs. She’d only grown about two feet taller, but it had been wonderful to look down at people for a change.

But it wasn’t long before 7ft tall felt pretty scrawny in the new world. She’d really enjoyed lording her size over people, but it was hard to do that when your neighbor was suddenly the size of a house and you just looked like any of the other “tiny” people. Hitomi had gone right inside, looked at herself in the mirror, arms full of boob, and decided she needed to get even bigger.

That second time had been even better, raising her far, far higher into the sky. Her neighbor looked like a doll at her feet by the time she was done and she was able to look right over the top of most of the tall buildings in downtown.

That had been great and she’d even made friends with another humongous woman, but as more people grew, Hitomi once again felt small.

She didn’t have the smallest bit of hesitation when it came time to grow again. She’d seen how the planet was being destroyed by the biggest women, and she didn’t want to be left behind, so grow she did. Larger than any building. Larger than any mountain.

For the moment, she almost felt like she was big enough.

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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Carbonated Jumbo-Gro.

The ground shook. This was a new phenomena for this part of the country, but far from a rare one. It shook in steady, rhythmic quakes, timed between heavy, excited breathing of whale-sized lungs.

As the shaking intensified, the employees of the bottling plant ran for the exists, blue and white collars blending into a mass of panic. None of them knew why this calamity was approaching them, but it was unmistakably zeroing in on their location.

Maybe he was just thirsty.

The gigantic Jack lumbered forward, his fat thighs generating unbearable heat as they slid against each other, seemingly immune to the sensation of chaffing. In fact, his titanic body seemed to be immune to many of the disadvantages of extreme size and obesity, which was good for him and terrible for the world around him.

He was, after all, extremely sized and extremely obese.

That size seemed to extend to his eager and erect cock as well, heralding his approach like a meaty compass pointing the way. He paused as he looked and leered over the masses of panicking people, licking his lips in an inhumanly massive combination of lust and hunger. He could eat these people, or he could strand them over his most sensitive spots…but that would come later. Right now, he had a mission.

Stepping through the wall of the plant, he chuckled dully as the steel frame easily collapsed under his incalculable and inescapable weight. So many large high pressure drums lay before him, almost all useless for his current purposes.

Except one: the carbonated Jumbo Gro. Jack didn’t know what advantage carbonation gave this wonderful stuff, but he’d long stopped asking logistical and even logical questions about Jumbo Gro. It made him the biggest person on earth, and that was enough. Well, second biggest right now. But that would change in a minute…

At least, that’s what Jack thought. But as he eagerly kicked the other vats out of the way and tried to cross the length of the warehouse to his prize, he found himself in shadow.

“What do you think you’re doing, tiny?”

Jack froze, turning to gaze into the navel of the only person in the world he had to look up to. Garg towered over him, dripping sweat from his ungainly fat folds. His back alone had rolls to make Jack look malnourished, and his thighs were thicker than the other giant’s entire body. This…wasn’t good.

“Going for a drink?” Garg laughed at the obviously ploy. “Great idea! Don’t mind if I do!”

With a casual display of godlike strength, he bent over and ripped the target vat from the ground with his fingertips, greedily sucking its contents dry through fat lips. Jack paled. Oh fuck. Oh no.

The rumbling in Garg’s city block of a gut was even louder than the rumble of his steps, confirming that his drink was, in fact, quite carbonated indeed. And then, the belch.

The loudest sound ever recorded was the 1883 eruption of the volcano at Krakatoa, clearly audible from as far as forty miles away. This new eruption was as massive to the former record-holder as Garg was to a normal human being. The warehouse, and indeed all structures for miles around, simply collapsed, practically disintegrated from the shockwave. Everyone in sight of the mountain of man was knocked into unconsciousness. Even Jack had to clasp his hands to his head in pain.

“Heh…here…it…comes…”

Jack had mixed feelings on not being able to see Garg’s latest growth spurt, but he almost immediately found his entire body pinned under the other giant’s churning sac as the big became even more horrifically bigger. The ground Garg stood on became a crater as the earth itself failed to withstand his unending mass, his echoing moans of orgasmic pleasure rivaling his belch for sheer power. He doubled in size once, then again. He could swear the curvature of the earth was just becoming visible to him. The entire city certainly was. It looks delicious.

Even though it was puny enough to be lost in the shadow of his throbbing cock.

“…HUNGY,” he declared, having neither the will or ability to deny his body, and its insatiable need to grow…

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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“A reminder that you are all chairs to me and my dumptruck ass”

They stare up in horror. 600 million people unable to fathom the reality of what they see. The true nature of what has cast their helpless continent in shadow. Two hugging spheres of fat descending upon North America. The perfect dimpled ass of a God.

The fresh air is quickly pushed aside with ease as You lower Yourself. Replaced by the pheromone laced aroma of Your warm, unwashed musk.

There is no time for recourse, not that there is any sufficient enough anyhow. All anyone can do is try to grasp the reality that, despite all its achievements and conquests, this little corner of world will meet its true, ultimate purpose: To become a soft cushion for a softer behind.

And so You sit upon Your throne, the intense weight of Your wide cheeks push aside plates and remold the earths surface to their perfect specifications.

Newly created mountains bend to Your physics and are forced upwards, helping to ever-so- gently part Your crack, giving the earth’s freshly freed magma an opportunity to lap at Your sensitive taint like an obedient tongue.

The pleasant sensation makes You moan a bit, as a drop of precum slips free from Your Godly rod, hard from the feeling of the unmatched power Your fat cells have blessed You with. Soon to be more numerous in count than all the stars in existence, and each fat cell will be double the scale of the largest red giant.

But that will come in time, as You fail to satiate Your stomach’s greed. For now You just enjoy Your new seat, as You rest Your heavy mass upon the world. Displacing the intense burden from off Your joints.

The growing impact cloud slowly spreading across the globe, and the whale size sperm now terrorizing the ocean, are none of Your concern. You only have one concern, and You soothe it as Your large, pudgy hands pat Your gut lovingly in comfort.

“Soon.” You whisper. “Soon.”

I am unimaginably aroused by this tribute to my mass and glory. I will consider sparing the poet behind it.

Briefly, at least.

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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“I will consider sparing the poet behind it.”

“Briefly, at least.”

In hindsight, I suppose it’s not surprising a God’s body would adapt to such efficient measures. As what is the storage of fat but the efficiency of energy-use and conservation?

At some point, His godly fat cells stopped needing the digestive process, when it came to a certain percentage of the consumed human population, any how. Not that He could classify us as such. It was clear there were only two categories left from His perspective: Himself and food. And we were NOT Him…. yet.

But the adipose cells could sense us, perhaps detecting the DNA we share, inferior as ours might be. They seemed to summon us directly through the blood stream.

I’m not sure what made us special. What about us pleased His body to adopt such a process. Perhaps it was random chance? Perhaps it was more? Either way, here we found ourselves, before a growing army of round yellow spheres pulling into themselves every glucose and vitamin atom within their reach. And we soon discovered we were no different; Helplessly relegated to nothing more than little nutrients to be absorbed.

The literal balls of fat moved quickly once we were within reach. At the time they were only a little bigger than us, but that was plenty large enough, it turns out.

They drag you in with some kind of suction. Or perhaps magnetism. An inescapable pull similar to that a riptide or undertow. And once you touch their surface, they pull you in for a sort of hug. The soft, warm water-bed like consistency of the membrane embraces you almost affectionately, squeezing tighter and tighter until, with a sort of pop, you find yourself on the inside of the fat cell. Surrounded by a translucent, yellow, pillowy gel. And what was a soft membrane wall on the outside is more like a wall of tough tire-rubber on the inside.

No amount of pounding, clawing or scratching was going to penetrate the walls of our new prisons. It became pretty clear, pretty fast that these cells followed the same dogmatic rule observed by the planetary-like specimen they made up as a whole: Consumption is a one way process.

What started out as somewhat tight quarters didn’t remain that way for long, as the surrounding walls of the cell slowly began to pull away in all directions. I still can’t fathom the amount of matter, nor the rate it must be consumed, for adipose tissue to expand at such a visibly notable rate. And it was clearly accelerating.

I didn’t have to guess what was happening. I knew. Larger hands were stuffing a bigger maw, that lead down a wider throat, and into what science can only classify as a new type of black hole.

At first the fat cell was a solitary prison. But as it widened it began pull in more specimens. First one. Then a few. And then many. Through the clear membrane I could watch the process unfold in adjacent cells. Watch as little people are helplessly jostled around in them, like confetti in a water balloon.

And as each cell got too full it would divide, creating a new equally large, equally hungry adipose cell. The God wasn’t just growing larger, He was growing fatter. By A LOT. And as the army of adipose cells grew, in both number and size, they became equally ravenous and aggressive. Most likely mirroring the God’s mounting greed. A feeding lust expressed intensely right down to His cellular level.

Even now it’s hard to grasp: a being so powerful that a single fat cell could effortlessly dominate hundreds of people. Soon perhaps cities of people. Even as I watch it unfold, it feels so unreal. So impossible. But it’s still much more pleasant of a thought than the one I’m actively trying to keep shut out of my mind.

You see, we’re here for a reason. And it isn’t that we’re being spared. We aren’t here to be closer to the Divine, or learn the anatomical workings of a God, like some twisted episode of The Magic fucking School Bus.

No. We’re here simply as storage. Convenient calories set aside for the leaner times to come. After all, there’s only so much raw matter drifting around in our galaxy. And as God sucks the last cosmic crumbs from His chubby fingers, it will finally be our turn.

God’s adipose cells will get to work, slowly breaking us down to our raw components to help fuel the only goal left in the universe that matters: His infinite growth.

It’s just science, people.

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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The terrified reports of the giant breaking his way out of the building naturally sent alarms through the city, and a squad of police officers drove, sirens blaring, to the scene.

This was greeted by a rumble of laughter from Seth. “My meals deliver themselves,” he sneered. “I may have had reason to fear you before...but now you are...nothing...”

The feeling of sheer physical power from his new mass sent another electric jolt up his cock. Kat giggled.

“Show them what a real man can do,” Kat purred, as her obese lover sat in the center of the road, cutting off any retreat with his fat, powerful thighs. The officers had to abandon the lead car, which was quickly and efficiently flattened under the sheer weight of Seth’s sac.

“So...weak,” he moaned. “But you do serve a purpose..”

As he plucked them from the streets, letting them drop one by one into his waiting mouth...

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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just holding her like a fatty stress ball and squeezing her if she's ever about to swear, because thats wrong. again, another instance of wq doing something to fuck with her, this time trying to be pure.

YES this totally isnt late but yes yes exactly yes. little stressball butterball of a bq...

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madjackbrock · 4 months

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