This choice: Go fool around to people • Go Back...Chapter #6Fooling Around With Your Weight by: gene_clot   "I guess I'll use the book to get down to 150." Just like that, all of the fat shrinks back down until you're back to your old self. You look around to see if anyone's here. No one is. "400." Your body bursts back out with pudgy fat as you suddenly weigh 400 pounds. "Oh, this'll be so much fun."
You can't contain your excitement as you waddle down the street, a huge grin painted on your face as you think of all the possibilities this spell gives you. Now that you're on the move again, you can feel the extra 50 pounds you added over your original 350 weighing you down, the already considerable gait of your waddle is more pronounced with even slower, heavier footfalls on the concrete sidewalk. Each thudding impact sends ripples through your fat ringed legs, and causes gravity to bounce and jiggle your huge gut and man boobs, an immensely satisfying feeling.
You continue plodding along further into town, trying to scope out the best place to cause some commotion with this new ability of yours. Rounding the corner of the upcoming crosswalk, you see a well built, muscly man in a wife beater walking towards you. The ego he has built for himself is easily apparent with the swagger in his step, and the thin strip of facial hair lining his chiseled jawline. As the two of you start to cross paths, you give a simple nod as a courtesy, it isn't returned, instead his face scrunches in disgust as he looks up and down your jiggling rolls of fat, appalled at your obesity. You ignore it and continue on in your waddle, that is, until your next swaying step accidentally swings your flabby body right into the side of his muscled one, the 400 pound wave of flesh knocking him into the wall of a nearby building.
"Jesus Christ!" The muscle man yells, recovering and stepping up to your face. "Watch where you're going you tub of lard! Maybe lose some weight while you're at it so you don't take up the whole damn sidewalk!"
"No, I'm not gonna lose any weight." You proclaim, smiling at the opportunity to mess with this loud mouthed meat-head. "In fact, I think I'll get even fatter, maybe I'll get up to 500."
Your body starts to lurch outwards as fat begins piling on your already substantial frame. Your clothes tighten but hold together just fine thanks to the spell, as your body creases and folds upon itself in it's journey to 500 pounds. The cuffs of your shirt sleeves dig slightly into your increasingly softer arms as they wobble and bloat continuously with fat. Thick rolls around your mid-section grow ever thicker as your body swells and spreads like dough, the waistband of your pants wedging securely into a deep fatty crease over your belly. The underside of your belly slides smoothly against the softening skin of your thighs, it's added weight pulling it closer and closer to your knees.
"I want an apology, not hear about how you want to get fatter, you're fucking disgus..." The man stops spitting in your face mid-sentence when he feels something soft and squishy pressing into his chiseled abs. He glances down and quickly steps back, turning white, as he finally sees your rapidly fattening body. "Y-you are getting fatter! What the..."
"Who knows, maybe one day I'll even reach 700." You cut him off, your body surging with even more flab towards it's new goal.
The man's jaw drops wide open, his hand instinctively reaching for his own flat stomach as he watched yours bow outwards with blubber. This will be your heaviest weight yet, and you're curious to see just how huge you'll end up. The weight comes on fast, and your gut that was making it's way towards your knees is fast barreling down on them. Your sides are blubbering out heavily, copious amounts of flesh sagging quickly towards the earth. You hurriedly grab your pants and pull them up, having lowered themselves right along with your drooping fat, you secure them higher beneath your massive love handles, their wobbling fatness escaping out from beneath your shirt.
Your face starts taking on a considerable amount of weight next, cheeks becoming heavy and blubbery, squishing your face as they start to hang like fatty jowls, flanking the multiple chins drooping onto your chest. A massive pair of man boobs splay out across the wide shelf your gut creates for them, pushing your arms higher as they join together with the countless folds from your sides and back. Deep valleys are carved out behind each thigh, as your globular ass cheeks lose their round shape and begin to fold and sag along with the rest of you. Many thick rolls form and cascade down your dimpled thighs and calves, forcing you to carefully widen your stance and lean on the nearby building for support as your weight gain finally seems to slow.
"This shit could be contagious! You're a freak!" The man spits, before checking his hard muscles for any sign of fatness and running full force across the street, leaving you alone as your growth starts to finish.
You chuckle to yourself at his expense, at least freaking him out gives you a bit of payback for his insults, if you ever happen to run into him again maybe you'll give him a real taste of what it's like to be fat. Soon he disappears from view past the busy city streets, and you're left watching the last few pounds of fat flood into your belly, it's final resting place just below your knees. Never before have you seen anyone even remotely this fat, and now you're absolutely monstrous, bracing yourself against a wall struggling to support hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of roiling excess fatty flesh. It's, in a word... incredible.
But you can't stand around forever admiring yourself, you're burning daylight and very eager to head further into town to find other opportunities to mess with people. It was fun seeing the muscle man's reaction, and you can only imagine how other people might react. You swing your right leg forward to take a step, but your leg hardly budges and you nearly topple to the ground, thank goodness you still had your hand on the wall to steady yourself. Your massive paunch is jiggling wildly, and as you slide a free hand over it's acreage to still it's wobbling rolls, you realize your previous fault. Stepping forward just isn't possible with a many hundred pound sack of fat hanging languidly in front of your legs, you were going to have to adjust your waddle by a considerable amount.
A few tries later, you work out a steady rhythm of shifting yourself from side to side, allowing your pendulum-like sway of blubber to assist your exaggerated waddle. Small focused steps plod you down the sidewalk, while your hands grope at all of the new folds spilling out from your 700 pound body as you head towards the square... but it doesn't last. The simple act of walking your escalated weight two blocks up the street has you completely drained, leaving you sweaty, achy and wheezing with each breath. Resting your hips against a stop sign, you pause and take deep gulps of air while you grab hold of your shirt and unstick it's damp, clingy fabric from between your folds of blubber. You dig your left arm into the rolls at your side, trying desperately to rub a painful stitch out of it, while your other arm fans your shirt in and out rushing cool air between your sweaty creases.
"Whew, wish I would have taken... my car instead. If I plan on ever staying this fat I'm definitely... going to have to stay off my feet as much as possible" You huff to yourself, looking cautiously around the corner to see if anyone is staring at you. Nope, it's all clear. "Time to get back to something more manageable, 400."
Your left hand buried into your side is quickly freed of the fleshy rolls surrounding it, as 300 pounds of fat almost instantly suck back into your body disappearing completely, leaving you with more energy and a much more maneuverable body. Dismayed a bit at the loss of your extra weight, it's heavily outweighed by the convenience of being able to move without too much struggle as you finally start to near the middle of town. That's when you see a great opportunity to really fool around with your weight, a ritzy restaurant in the middle of downtown, 'The Bossanova'. You and Alexis made the mistake of going there for your anniversary one year ago, and remember it to be the most detestable experience you've ever had. The food was good, spectacular even, but it was horribly overpriced with equally horrible portions, the staff went out of their way to be rude since you weren't in the best of formal wear that day and you got nothing but stares and jeers from the rich and slim yuppie customers.
It might be fun to make an absolute glutton out of yourself in their high class restaurant, fattening yourself even more as you eat to really freak them out. As you approach the door, you hear festive music playing around the corner, coming from the square. A bright poster tacked in the window of The Bossanova reminding you that this is the week the Circus comes through your town. You've gone for the last 3 years with Josh, Matt and Alexis, it was always a fun time to play games, eat food and see the various attractions like their bearded lady and the circus fat man. Then it hits you, with this spell you can go to the circus and blow their fat man out of the water, with the huge crowds that show up that can be quite an event. But at the same time, The Bossanova right in front of you also seems like a great opportunity to cause a ruckus.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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