chapter 6: the inspection

William’s rounded curves emerged in the shadow of my room’s door. Even me, in my drunken state, could see that he was astounded. He approached my body, heaving in and out in a flurry of laborious breaths. I saw his eyes go to the bowls, and he looked me up and down.
“You didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” He said, the side of his mouth curving upwards.
“I may have…” I groaned, hardly able to speak through the fog that filled my head. I looked down at my gargantuan belly and giggled. “I… got like sooo FAT.” I slurred, my head lolling to one side.
“Not even the big boys have pure magic…” William remarked, before bursting into laughter, causing his entire plethora of fat to jiggle in succession. “How am I going to get you up?”
“Big Boys?” I asked. “I’m the big boy here. Look.” I attempted to jiggle my breasts, which were now the size of two small melons, in my hands, but my double vision caused me to grab at thin air. If you couldn’t tell, the batter had not treated me well.
“Oh yes, you will be. Now, get up.”
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After a literal 20 minutes of me trying and failing to lift my ball-of-fat body up, both William and I realized that I was completely immobile. Lifting my arms felt like lifting massive dumbbells and my legs had no chance of supporting the belly that pooled before me like a spilled vat of slime. Sighing in both pleasure and slight annoyance, William wheeled a hardware store trolley into the room, allowing me to roll onto it. He pushed me through the halls of the house to his own room and assisted me with lying on his reinforced bed.
“You know, like, I’m not into you.” I announced drunkenly, having realized the fact that we were two men, one naked, one almost so, lying in a bed beside one another.
“Oh yeah, of course not dude,” William replied, rolling over to look at me.
“But there is one thing. You’re so…” I hiccuped and then burped, causing a fit of giggles to erupt from me. “Jiggly. And so am I! Do you think we could like… touch each other? Not like, bits, of course, just like all the fat.”
“Oh Yeah! I love doing this. I call it an inspection. Let’s go!” He replied, clapping his hands. I pulled myself up, having partially recovered from earlier. I still didn’t think I could stand, however.
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As we moved around one another, I regained my composure. I ran my hands across his body, touching all the flabby bits, the soft bits, the nice, warm, meaty, jiggly, FAT bits. My pudgy fingers traced the stretch marks on his belly, toying with his fat, bouncing it in my hands. It was too large to fully lift up, but I hefted parts and moved them around, feeling. It was like playing with a stress ball, so calming and sensual. My roving hands moved to his chest. I cupped one of his breasts in my hands, pulling and twisting the bulbous, orange-sized protrusion. His pointy nipple dug into my palm as I squished and jiggled the moob. I felt his flabby arms, unable to detect any form of structure beneath them. His thighs, spread apart, pancaked on the bed, and I rubbed them. Our intertwined, laborious breaths were only overtaken by moans and grunts of sheer pleasure and arousement.
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I was faintly aware of William’s strong grip feeling my parts, the way he caressed my bloated, hulking belly and gently squeezed my moobs. He felt the subtle yet obvious curve to my hips and thighs and fondled the hanging flab on my arms lovingly. He ran a finger down my chins, causing them to cave in and a chill to rattle down my spine, and he made his way down to my belly button. He immersed his sausage-like finger into my belly button and this feeling was multiplied tenfold. I only now realized that I had superseded him in size. I was the dominant figure on the bed, the larger girth, the bigger belly, the manlier moobs. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It came out in waves, and I screamed in shock at the force of which it detonated.
William smiled at my pleasure and got up. “I need to go get something. I’ll be right back.” He left the room, leaving me with my thoughts.
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I propped myself up on the side of the bed, and for the first time since I arrived, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was basically unrecognizable. My huge belly eclipsed any sight of my balls or upper thighs and its consistency was alike that of a jiggly, shining dome of lard. My belly button was cavernous, and my breasts were larger than any woman that I’d seen. The nipples were stretched to the size of a small tomato, and they slid down onto my belly like a pair of huge worms. My arms, at my sides, spread so far that I was unable to see where the muscle, or lack of it, used to be. I observed my hands and noticed the pudginess of each finger. I looked down and was unable to see my feet, but the mirror revealed to me that they were much the same. My chins cascaded down my neck that you could no longer see, and wobbled when I turned my head. On top of all this, I was perpetually glazed with a layer of shining sweat. Most people would despise the very thought of such largeness, but all I could think of was my adoration for the partially immobile, lazy, lardy, jiggly, dirty ball of fat I’d become. At that point, I maintained the largest hard-on in history, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop. However, I was forced to as I heard the doors to this room open. I turned to see William, entering with a bound length of rope in his hands.