I love halloween! It may be spooky but it’s a time for sharing, where we all come together to spread joy through sugary treats. Only some people like to ruin the fun for others. That’s why I brought a new meaning to trick or treating. My enchanted candies may be a treat to most, but beware! Tricks can come in all shapes and sizes.
Here’s a tale of one such trick. Of some young men who like to host a loud party for the holiday, keeping the whole neighbourhood awake long after the trick or treaters have all returned home.
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The young couple across the street from me are known for making a big spectacle out of every holiday. Halloween is no exception; ghosts projected on the house, tombstones in the front yard, enough jack o’lanterns to fill a pumpkin patch. Don’t get me wrong, it’s in great spirit and really gets the kids excited when they arrive to get some candy.
The problem is when all the trick or treating has died down they then get to the real show. All their young friends turn up with cases of beer, the loud thumping music starts and the lightshow begins flashing through the windows. Well not this year.
I made sure to drop off a big jar of gummy bears earlier that day while they made the finishing touches to the house. They were already in their costumes: papa smurf and some sort of wizard. I told the fellas to save the candy for the party so all of their friends could enjoy them too. Of course the young lads happily accepted my friendly gift and I returned home ready for the rest of the fun I had planned for this evening.
Night came and all the young men showed up in their costumes ready to party until an ungodly hour. For a while they laughed, enjoyed their beers and danced around the house. It wasn’t long until all of them were eagerly gobbling up fistfuls of my special gummy bears until none were left.
As time passed they grew sluggish and began to lounge around on the sofas. They turned the music down and the light show off, no longer having the energy to dance around the place. But this was only the start of their changes.
Unaware of what was happening, the young men began growing wider, thighs meeting in the middle of their legs and making a connection with the men either side. They began getting up and spreading out around the room, filling the other chairs or perching on armrests, too big to all fit comfortably together. As they waddled around the room their bodies continued to swell; bellies bulging, double chins jiggling and ass cheeks bouncing. Some had even started to unzip costumes or remove clothing to feel more comfortable. These young men had gone from having rippling muscles to rippling fat!
But of course my special gummies were shaped like bears after all. The final changes had not yet to started to take effect. Soon the young men began speeding forward in time. Their pillowy bodies lost more definition, sagging and flopping with each movement. Many of them began losing their hair, the ceiling lights reflecting off their balding heads as their scalps became more and more exposed as the hair grew thinner and sparser. The wizard had now removed his hat, lifting all his hair away with it in one swoop, bald like most of his friends.
What the men lacked on their heads they more than made up for with the pelts that had begun spreading over their bodies. Some grew moderate coverings on their chests and arms, others a full winter coat with no part of their body left bare. The one quality they all shared was beards. Some just goatees, others full beards, all of different thicknesses, lengths and colours. The young host dressed as papa smurf pulled away his fake costume beard to reveal a thick grey one in the same style underneath. His blue face paint and costume gave him an almost blueberry like appearance when coupled with his big round body.
After only a couple hours the large men had grown tired with all the beer bloating them and crashing from their sugar highs. I watched as one by one the bearish partygoers were waved away by their two hosts, now too large to stand side by side in the doorway together. Soon the lights were off and the neighbourhood was able to rest in peace and quiet once more. The only noise coming from their house at night now is the loud snoring from their sleep apnoea. But at least we can all rely on their big holiday parties being a much quieter affair from now on. And papa smurf will certainly make a great Santa at this year’s christmas party too!
“Take it from someone who’s known you for a long time, you’re too big, Paul,” the doctor said looking at the fat miserable man in front of him, “You’re 275 pounds.. you’re going to have to lose some weight.”
The fact that the doctor himself was fat made the words sting just a bit more. Paul felt his face blush red as he realized a fit male nurse was also scribbling notes down nearby.
“I’m trying, I swear,” Paul promised while rubbing the flabby gut that pushed his shirt out. “The weight just won’t come off. I eat very healthy, but I’m always too tired to work out.”
The doctor looked down at his clipboard, “You’re getting older, your metabolism’s slowing down. You have a few options though. You could eat less.. Try to work out more.. Or…” the doctor paused, still staring at his clipboard.
“Or what?” said Paul attentively.
“Paul..” the doctor lowered his voice, “that teenage boy in the waiting room.. He’s your stepson right?”
“Well yea,” Paul said confused, “but what does Jared have to do with anything?”
“He seems very fit.. Around 160? Fast metabolism I take it?” The doctor asked slyly.
“Yea.. but the kid eats like a pig,” Paul said bewildered, “the most unhealthy food.. pizza burgers, you name it and he’s chowin down on it 3 times a day. He can’t stand to eat anything healthy. Never has, never will. It’s not fair honestly.”
“And what’s your relationship with him like?” the doctor asked carefully.
“I won’t lie, he’s a brat. I can’t stand him half the time. He’s constantly trying to get on my nerves. Just the other day the little bastard had the nerve to call me a fatass to my face!” Paul was getting flustered.
“Anthony,” the doctor called to the muscular male nurse, “could you step outside for a moment?” The nurse nodded and swaggered out of the room. Paul couldn’t help but notice the man’s two muscular butt cheeks pressing against his baggy scrubs
“There’s a new device,” the doctor began as the door shut, “It’s highly experimental, so new the rest of the staff here doesn’t even know about it… but it’s the most effective medical tool I’ve ever seen. Paul, it can switch your metabolic rate with that of another person’s!”
“I don’t know.. That sounds kind of dangerous.”
“From what I’ve seen it’s not dangerous in the slightest,” The doctor lowered his voice once again.. “I’ve even used it myself, earlier today in fact.”
“What would I need to do?” Paul said, slightly interested.
“Well.. it would be ethical to get Jared’s permiss–”
“He’d never do that.” Paul interjected.
“Well.. the device is pain free…” the doctor said suggestively, “A person would never even know it was used on them if they weren’t told.”
Paul looked unconvinced.
“Look Paul, you’re almost 40..”That extra weight.. It’s not going anywhere without dramatic action. But I suppose we can cut your calorie intake..”
“Ok I’ll use it,” Paul blurted out, unable to imagine eating less than he already was.
The device was a small metallic circle with a big button on top. Simple point a faint laser at your target and press. Jared was an easy target through the small waiting room window. He didn’t even look up from his phone as his stepdad aimed the device at his stepson’s trim chest and clicked the button down. He felt a shift almost immediately, an optimistic kind of feeling, a youthful energy. He spent the drive home stealing glances at Jared’s tight shirt covering his flat stomach and chest before looking down at his own bulging, bloated body.
Month 1
Jared woke up to the sound of his stepdad’s quick heavy footsteps galloping down the hall. Why is he in such a good mood lately? Jared thought as he forced his tired eyes to open. His stepdad had been more annoying than usual ever since he had gone to see that doctor a month ago. This wasn’t the first time the fatass had woken him up just by walking down the hall, but now it was happening all the time as his stepdad seemed to always be on his feet around the house doing something. Jared on the other hand was having a hard time finding the motivation to even get out of bed. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was relax and get over what he assumed was a slump.
“Get out of bed Jared, breakfast is ready,” Paul said through the door. Jared stared at the door bleary eyed, scratched his butt, and fell back asleep. Eventually, Paul arrived once again.
“Jared don’t make me come in there again, we gotta go! We’re already late.” His muffled voice came through. Paul paused and listened before walking in. Jared was still in bed snoring under a large comforter. Paul was fuming. He had asked him to get out of bed 20 minutes ago. He grabbed the blankets and whipped them off, but Jared still lay on his side in bed snoring loudly. Paul looked at his stepson in shock.
In just a month, Jared’s body was already beginning to buckle under his teenage eating habits. His nipples had become slightly pointed as his now slightly pudgy biceps pressed his fledgling moobs together just barely. A modest belly was spilled out onto the belly, it was new fat, speckled with faint cellulite-like dimples. His love handled pressed gently against his underwear, as did his perky ass.
Paul definitely had not noticed any such significant change in himself. But Jared was much smaller he supposed.. A little fat on him would be much more noticeable than a little less on Paul.
“Jared get up!” Paul bellowed. Jared woke with a start and looked up at his massive stepdad towering over him, Paul’s disgusting fat strained against the buttons of his shirt. Jared sat up onto the edge of his bed as he rubbed his eyes. Paul noticed Jared’s belly form slight rolls as he leaned forward.
Paul headed for the door, “There’s scrambled eggs and some fruit in the kitchen if you want to grab some before we head out.”
10 minutes later, Jared was pouring gratuitous amounts of syrup onto 3 waffles.
“You’re not going to have time to eat those, we need to go,” Paul said impatiently.
Jared responded by shoving an entire syrup soaked waffle into his mouth while staring smugly. Paul had the urge to say something about Jared’s weight, but thought he probably shouldn’t draw attention to it.
By the time Jared’s plate was empty the curve of his belly could be made out through his shirt. Jared felt the unfamiliar rubbing sensation and looked down, surprise to finally notice the bulge beginning to form. From the corner of his eye, Paul noticed Jared suck in quickly, causing his chest to expand and press his nipples against his shirt.
“Let’s go, you’re gonna be late for school” said Paul quickly heading to the car, Jared lagged behind, gently caressing his stomach and realizing just how soft it was for the first time.
MONTH 2
Jared locked the door, undressed, and stepped on the bathroom scale nervously. The digital display flicked for a few seconds before the bright red numbers appeared, causing his face to turn a similar shade. 203. His belly had grown into a full sized gut. He grasped it with both hands, becoming painfully aware of how big it was becoming. His new love handles jiggled, bouncing a bit as his expanded ass rippled slightly while he shook his belly. The biggest change, though, was in his chest. His moobs had grown faster than the rest of him. They were now obscenely large and perky, his half dollar nipples pointed straight out in front of him. They had become very sensitiv, often arousing him just by rubbing against his shirts, unfortunately he barely felt a sex drive these days.
Why am I gaining so much weight? What is happening to me? He screamed in his head as he put his clothes back on. He had taken to wearing only gym shorts and sweatpants these days as none of his jeans fit. He was also down to his last pair of medium underwear, as all the others had given in 10 lbs ago. His skin tight shirts would often ride up his belly before he caught them and pulled them down, but still he was too embarrassed to ask to go shopping for larger sizes. He had never had to worry about his diet, and had convinced himself that it couldn’t possibly be that.
Jared walked to the kitchen, noticing his thighs rub together slightly with each step. Paul stood at the counter shirtless preparing fruit for a smoothie. A combination of the gym and eating an ultra healthy diet had allowed Paul to lose weight faster than anyone thought possible. He now hovered around 230, but had put on a significant amount of muscle in just the past couple months. His chest was now more pec than moob, and his gut had deflated significantly, though he was still covered in a thick layer of fat. His face looked 10 years younger now that it had slimmed down a bit.
“Morning, you want a smoothie, Jared?” Paul asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nah..,” Jared said as he poured a big bowl of sugary cereal. He didn’t appreciate Paul’s new chipper personality. Jared sat to eat his cereal, accidentally letting out a fart, followed by a loud “RIIIIP!” from below. He quickly looked down at his shorts to see they were still intact. It dawned on him that his last pair of underwear had just lost the battle with the two globes on his rear end.
“What was that?” Paul asked.
“Nothing,” Jared short back quickly.
“No it’s not nothing, did your underwear just rip?” Paul feinted surprise.
“I don’t know,” Jared was speechless.
“I’ll grab you a pair of my old ones,” Paul said hurrying to the bedroom, “Don’t worry, they’re clean.”
Jared’s face was crimson. He shifted in his seat, feeling the torn fabric rubbing against his bulging ass. Paul came back seconds later holding a pair of XXL boxer briefs that had obviously been through a lot in their lifetime.
“Sorry it’s been awhile since I shopped for underwear.. Those are little too big for you now but..” He caught himself and tossed the underwear to his stepson. Jared raised his hand to catch them awkwardly, feeling his fat ripple all over from the small movement. His shirt rode up, revealing the bottom of his belly that was beginning to spill out onto his lap. Paul caught a glimpse of it and felt a ping of excitement at what Jared was being reduced to.
“Throw those on, eat your cereal, and let’s get going. I have to stop at the doctor before we go to the mall,” Paul said as he downed his fruit smoothie and protein shake.
Paul didn’t recognize the doctor when he walked into the room. HIs formerly obese physician was wearing a skin tight white t shirt beneath his jacket, and as far as Paul could tell, he probably had 6 pack abs. His pecs bulged against the shirt, showing signs of muscular cleavage in between the lapels of his coat. The stethoscope bounced against the hard muscle. His face was no angular, more youthful, there was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“Paul! How are ya!” The doctor asked excitedly, grinning broadly. “You look great!”
“You don’t look so bad yourself!” Paul laughed.
“Well I did my trade with someone with a metabolism off the charts. Was an.. Off the books trade just like yours if you know what I mean.” The doctor gave an evil grin. “I saw your stepson in the waiting room… has he said anything to you about his weight gain?”
“No, he hasn’t.. But he barely leaves his room anymore, he just sits in there and plays videogames all day, I don’t really see his friends around anymore.”
“That’s to be expected. He’s got the energy of a 40 year–” The doctor was cut off by the sound of the door opening. A male nurse waddled in. Is that the same nurse? Paul wondered, staring intently as the doctor tried to seem nonchalant. The nurse was round. Very round. Larger than Paul had ever been. His whole body shook with every step as he came to stand behind the doctor, his stance forced wide by his mammoth thighs, his arms pushed outward by the mounds of fat on each hip. He had grown one large double chin that seemed to hold his whole head up. Below that his moobs draped to either side of his gargantuan belly.
In between heavy breaths he had to take just from walking, he whispered something quietly to the doctor before turning around and heading out the door. His ass so fat that cellultie could clearly be seen through his scrubs.
As soon as the door shut, the handsome lean doctor turned grinning, and whispered to Paul, “ He thinks he has a thyroid condition.. Thinks I’ve had part of my stomach removed. I used a slightly newer device model on our trade. It resulted in some quicker results and it has a few more features.. Let me tell you about them.“
MONTH 3
Jared waddled his way to the kitchen shirtless, craving calories and sugar. He had on another pair of Paul’s old boxers, but now the XXL underwear fit him well, they were perhaps even a little tight against his massive rear end. His belly sagged in front of him, bouncing up and down with every step, jostling his enormous moobs, and jiggling his double chin. With no energy for much else he had become an eating machine. Eat sleep repeat were about the only words that ran through his mind these days.
He rounded the corner into the kitchen, bumping into the wall, still not completely familiar with his new girth. Paul was drinking a glass of water near the sink. He wore a tight tshirt that showed off his washboard abs, pecs, and bulging biceps, all touched with 40 years of age, but otherwise perfect. He caught sight of Jared from the corner of his eye and just watched as the fat mess rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to eat. Paul recognized the grody underwear beneath Jared’s rolls as his old ones and looked down at the medium sized underwear poking out of his own jeans hugging the tight V lines running down toward his crotch. Jared barely paid Paul any mind as he searched for something to satiate his hunger, finally finding a bag of potato chips to shove into his mouth as he stared our the window dully. One thing still bothered Paul though. He was still nearly 40 and was becoming more and more convinced that this fat tub of lard in front of him didn’t deserve the prize of youth. I mean, look what he’s done to his body. He reasoned with himself. Paul had totally deluded himself into thinking it was his own hard work that had won him a fit body.
The new model has some interesting features. The doctors voice rang in his mind.
He opened a drawer and pulled out the new device he had held off on using for so long. He aimed it carefully at Jared’s wide back and pressed the button. A feeling of static electricity overcame Paul’s whole body. His slightly saggy skin grew tight and lush. His pecs perked up dramatically, expanding under his shirt into an adonis like shelf. 20 years erased from his face almost immediately as his ass now pressed softly at the back of his jeans. Jared didn’t seem to notice anything was happening to him. His entire body seemed to be melting as he aged 20 years in just seconds, pulling his flab downward as it experience years of gravity. Hair sprouted all over his stomach and in patches all over his back. His double chin exploded with stubble, and his face drooped with age. He piled on another 20 lbs in front of Paul’s eyes, ripping the XXL underwear. When he noticed that he looked down to see his 40 year old body. He looked at Paul, now a jacked teenager with a youthful grin.
I had been an admirer of his for a very long time. Each day when I logged onto the gaining site I would check to see if GrowingBoy450 had posted any new pictures or videos. Over the years I had become obsessed with watching this once trim guy balloon into a full scale chub, and now I was finally on my way to meet him.
I had never built up the courage to gain very much, I was too obsessed with appearances. I was forced to live vicariously through these guys online, all the while remaining just an average skinny guy with moderate good looks.
We were meeting halfway between where we each lived. I was a mixture of nerves and horniness the whole ride there, unsure of what to expect. I had sent him messages on and off for years, but he never responded until last week when he suddenly seemed very interested in me. I had no clue as to what was different now, but I didn’t care. I was meeting my sexual idol, I was thinking with my dick.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the motel, I couldn’t help but notice this place was a bit on the sleazy side, but somehow that just added to the erotic vibe of this whole trip. I parked in front of the room he had texted and made my way to the room, my heart pounding as I got closer. To my surprise the door swung open before I could even reach the knob and there before me stood a mass of a man.
“Hey! How are you?” He said excitedly, gesturing me with his arms to come inside. I felt a twitch in my dick as I watched his moobs shift with all the motion beneath his shirt.
“I’m doing great!” I said as I made my way through the doorway, accidentally bumping into his belly on the way in, though I got the feeling it wasn’t an accident for him.
I stepped in and took the room in for a couple seconds. It was definitely cheap, but seemed clean enough. I turned back around, shocked to find he was now just a foot or so away from me. We were the same height, but he was easily double my weight.
“You’re really cute in person…” He said, easing towards me. I didn’t expect things to move this quickly, but then again I had never done this. He reached out placing his hands on my waist. “You’re so skinny too, what happened to those 20 lbs you put on last year?”
“I just kind of lost them during the summer,” I answered truthfully, “It’s hard for me to keep weight on.”
He smiled. “Well that’s fine with me…“ He began removing his shirt, revealing his massive gut which spilled out over the waistband of his sweat pants. It was lightly dusted with brown hair. His love handles were so big they folded over, making one solid fold from his gut to his back. His moobs spilled out revealing pepperoni sized nipples. The pair of tits jiggled in place for a moment before settling on top of his belly. I stared dumbstruck, my dick struggling for freedom in my pants.
“Are you a top or a bottom?” He asked as he began removing his sweatpants.
“I’m vers I guess, I can do either.” I said quickly. I would take whatever was given to me at this point.
“That’s what I like to hear,” He said smiling as he kicked his sweatpants off. The tightey whiteys underneath were in pretty rough shape. “Get those clothes off.”
He slipped the underwear off and lay down on the bed as I undressed. His whole body shaking and jiggling with every movement until he seem to practically melt into the mattress. His dick had probably been fairly large at some point, but his fat bad had stolen several inches, leaving only about 3 to work with. He played with it while I pulled my boxers down, my rock hard 8 incher popping out of them like a jack in the box.
“I’ll top,” He said, struggling to sit up, “get on the bed, on all fours.”
I would usually ask for a little foreplay before diving right into bottoming, but I was also getting really into this whole bossy attitude. I felt like I didn’t have to think if I just followed orders.
I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees. Before I knew it he was on his knees behind me, breathing heavily from all the effort it took to get there. I heard the pop of a container opening. I assumed it was the lube. I looked back to see him tossing the bottle onto the floor before rubbing the contents onto his dick and smearing some onto my hole. I felt my ass instantly tingle and relax. I was normally very tight, but he stuck a finger right in to test the waters and the sensation was more than I could handle.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, “What was that stuff? It feels so good.”
His only answer was to slide his dick into me as I moaned so loudly I surprised myself. His gut came to rest warmly and softly on my lower back. I felt like I was going to explode from these sensations but I wanted more.
“You like that?” He asked softly.
“Please fuck me now,” I begged like a addict who needed a fix. I snapped to reality for a brief second. I never act like this during sex, what’s going on? But those thoughts disappeared from my mind the second he began to thrust. I moaned softly with every back and forth until I was just letting out one solid sigh.
“Do you want to be like me?” He asked seemingly out of nowhere. I was still lost in the pleasure of it all, paying little attention to what he said.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“Do you want to be fat like me?” He replied, still thrusting away.
“Yes I do,” I said quickly, “I’m about to cum.”
“Do you agree to trade your body fat for mine?” He asked.
“What? Yea I guess.” I said distractedly. I was on the verge of orgasm. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” I began moaning uncontrollably.
“Say you agree, say the words!” He yelled.
“I agree!” I screamed between moans before blasting my load all over the bed sheets.
“YES!” He bellowed, grabbing my hips and letting out a primal roar as he came inside me. I could feel the warmth inside me. It grew and continued to grow long enough for me to look back and see cum running down my ass and legs. He continued to thrust, filling me more and more. I watched as his body deflated, his gut slide off my back and slowly flattening against him. His moobs shrank into pecs and I felt the fat pad that had restricted his dick shrink, allowing more and more of him to enter me.
What the hell? I thought. He was still pumping me full of cum, the warmth spreading throughout my whole body while I remained on all fours. I looked down to see my belly slowly expanding, extending toward the bed followed closely by two grotesquely large moobs that drooped like utters in this position. My ass began to push his dick back out as my cheeks grew into soft round globes that enveloped his now massive member. Rolls formed all over my body as my gut continued to expand while a pressure built around my neck as a triple chin filled in. My now flabby arms began to shake until I collapsed under my own weight, unable to do a single pushup to get myself back up. I felt him pump one last load of cum into me before pulling his dick out completely.
With some difficulty I rolled onto my back. “What is this? How did you do this? Undo it!” I screamed breathlessly, cupping my new d cups in each hand. He was standing at the edge of the bed running his hands up and down his now sculpted body.
“It’s not really important how I did it. And no.” He replied, slipping on my clothes.
I watched, mind boggled. Once he was dressed he started toward the door. I tried to get up to stop him but could get up off the bed.
“Don’t hurt yourself. We only exchanged body fat, not muscle.” He explained, slapping my gut and pinching one of my now massive nipples. He eyed me laying there sprawled out across the bed for several seconds before he began taking his clothes back off.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“I’m gonna have my way with you piggy.” He said, grabbing my ankles and forcing them into the air.
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Just one year. That’s all he wanted. A complete change of life and scenery. Somebody entirely different … for one year.
That’s what he’d asked for and that’s exactly what he got. Jo or JOEY, was now a complete joke, a small town high school dropout who weighed a good 350 lbs. He was only twenty-one, delivered pizzas at night, ate pizzas for dinner and enjoyed cock for dessert. He loved it and found out that he was not only a fat loser, but also an incredibly horny bottom slut. Joey couldn’t get enough and was on his knees for pretty much anybody who asked. He was as pathetic as he was short and wide, but his large belly and small dick turned him on. He loved it when the older men teased his soft pink nipples and made him obey.
Joey wanted a completely different life for inspiration, but all he could think about was food and cock. God he loved being this pathetic and was somehow disappointed that it would only be for a year.
I’d love to wake up in the middle of the night, feeling peckish as usual, but as I wander into the kitchen I see a plate of cookies and a big tankard of milk left out on the side. I can’t help myself and I demolish them, but with each sip of milk and each bite of cookie I swallow, my body expands, all my hair turns white and my beard grows longer.
As I finish off the last cookie, and wash it down with the last of the milk, I take stock of my bigger frame and my older appearance, and I laugh. Only, it comes out not like my usual laugh, but as three hearty syllables – Ho, ho, ho – and my big belly wobbles like a bowl full of jelly.
I am a Santa bear now. And I need more cookies and milk right away…
Stuck as Santa 