Chapter 1
It had started out innocently enough for Keith. A candy bar here, a Gatorade there, small things that wouldn’t be noticed. The thrill of concealing the item of choice and casually making his way out of a shop to victory was fun for him. As Keith grew older though, so did his desire to chase that thrill. Soon he was graduating up to higher ticket items, a candy bar turned into an mp3 player or a video game. The bigger the score, the more he got out of pulling off his little heists. He eventually recognized his kleptomania, but was too hooked to stop himself by that point. Besides the corporate overlords were the real thieves right?Now in his 20’s Keith had leveled up to more daring escapades. He’d never been caught in all his years of theft and that only emboldened him to continue. He was addicted to the thrill and soon realized that live targets would up the anti even more. Taking something from someone and them knowing it without being able to stop or catch him was incredible.
He’d started out easy; an old lady’s purse seemed both stereotypical and ideal as his first target. He could still remember her panicked calls for help as he dashed away with his prize. The hobbling old woman didn’t stand a chance of catching him as he sprinted down the street and around the corner. Looking back on it he did feel some remorse for taking advantage of the helpless old lady (a feeling very unfamiliar for the self centered thief) and so he decided to choose different targets in the future.
His next target was a young man close to his own age. He’d spotted him decked out in expensive clothing and Keith inferred that his designer backpack had to be filled with some high-ticket goodies. With his large Bose headphones canceling out all sounds around him, the guy had no chance of anticipating Keith when he struck.
Deftly slipping the one strap off his victims shoulder, Keith snatched the bag from his arm and took off in the opposite direction. What Keith had not anticipated was that this guy happened to do some jogging to stay in shape. Quickly realizing he’d just been robbed, the young man took off after Keith in pursuit. Keith looked over his shoulder to find his target gaining on him. Shocked, he cut across the street, dodging traffic as he tried to lose his pursuer. The young man nimbly slid across the hood of a car as he followed Keith across the street. The sounds of angry horns blaring fell into the background as Keith cut down an ally. It seemed no matter how hard he tried to lose this guy he was still managing to keep up.
Keith was starting to grow tired and wondered how much longer he could keep this up when he caught a break. Looking back over his shoulder to gauge how close the kid was, he watched as the back door to a restaurant opened, perfectly timed to clip his pursuer. The kid howled in anger and pain as he fell to the ground from the collision with the door. The poor bus boy was sent tumbling into the trash bag he’d been carrying to the dumpster. Satisfied, Keith looked straight ahead and turned another corner disappearing from sight.
Confident he’d finally evaded his target, he slowed to catch his breath. The chase was exciting, but much too close for comfort. As much as he loved the thrill of stealing, he did not want to pay the price of getting caught.
This experience caused him to shift the targets he chose once again. Old people were a little too vulnerable for his liking, but younger more in shape people might end up catching him. It wasn’t until he was walking around the park in the city one Sunday afternoon that he realized the perfect target.
Fat people. Watching a particularly large lady slowly lift herself off a park bench and waddle down the path had unlocked it for him. Awfully hard to be caught when your victim can barely walk, let alone run after you. Fat people were vulnerable, but not in the same way as an elderly person and therefore Keith had no qualms about stealing from them.
Donning a ski mask and finding a heavy weight person to rob became his modus operandi. “The fat bandit” actually popped up in a small news article at one point after some enthusiastic journalist combing through police reports managed to put together the fact that all the victims in a recent string of muggings all happened to be overweight.
Keith was of course feeling as confident as ever with his work. Having managed to make a name for himself was something he was quite proud of. He felt unstoppable and his frequency of theft increased because of it, but little did he know things were about to go belly up.
Late one evening Keith was walking home from a night out with friends when he spotted an extremely large lady heading towards him down the sidewalk. She must’ve been somewhere in the range of 500 pounds. Her huge legs struggled past one another as she slowly waddled towards him. Wide hips jutted out to fill most of the space on the narrow sidewalk; they would have to adjust to squeeze past on another when they met. Her large belly filled the front of her jeans tightly and the tucked in blouse clung to it and her large breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage on display in the unbuttoned “V” of her top. He found himself staring at her chubby face, finding her surprisingly pretty, even for her size.
He didn’t have any way to conceal his face, but in his buzzed and overconfident state he figured he could still easily pull this off. No one paid any attention to other peoples faces in the city. Besides, he’d be long gone before she could even get a look at him. The wheels were turning in his head as he eyed the clutch grasped in her chubby digits. Slowly, but surely they approached one another, Keith doing his best to look unsuspicious. Just as she was about to pass they made eye contact. Keith’s hand was already outreached for the clutch as he saw something spark behind her deep green eyes. So much for not pay attention to people’s faces.
He grabbed the clutch, pulling it towards his chest as he started to make his dash, but was stopped in his tracks when it would not come loose. He looked up to meet her eyes again and could now see more than just the subtle spark that was previously there. Fire raged behind her eyes as she glowered at him. He pulled again, harder this time, but the clutch would not release itself from her chubby paw. Finally after what felt like minutes, but was realistically only seconds, a smirk crept across her ruby red lips and her chubby fingers opened, releasing the small clutch. Keith nearly stumbled backwards as she let go of it.
Confused, but ultimately happy to have the package in his possession, he began to sprint away once again. Something felt off as he took his first few strides away from the rather odd girl he’d just stolen from. His legs felt out of step compared to his normal stride, like his body wasn’t his. He felt slow and sluggish suddenly. He looked back in confusion to the girl who just stood there, now with a wide grin on her chubby cheeks. Was she actually happy he’d just stolen her purse? Curiously, her face didn’t seem as chubby as when he had first clocked her. In fact, as he looked over her body all of her seemed slightly smaller than what he’d seen when they had first approached each other. She was still huge of course, but not to the level of obesity he originally noticed. She then began to walk towards him, a slow amble, even as he increased the distance between them with his awkward jog. She’d never be able to catch him, why was she even attempting to?
He focused his attention to what was in front of him once again only to loose his balance and trip forward. He caught himself on a sign post, avoiding a spill on the concrete walk, but was confused at the wobbling sensation around his middle. Catching his breath, he looked down to his stomach, which now domed out into his once loose t-shirt, pulling the fabric taught. Confusion filled his head, what was this? He poked it with his free hand only to see his finger sink into the soft flesh as is jiggled slightly in response. As he did so the divot he created grew slightly deeper as his belly swelled out around it. It was growing!
Panic racked through his body as he tried to grapple with what was happening. He realized his belly was not the only area being hit as he expanded all over. Keith looked from the purse back down the street to his approaching victim. Her grin seemed sinister now, he needed to keep going. He needed to escape this woman and whatever she was doing to him.
Keith pushed off the post and attempted to pick up his jog once again, but was met with new resistance. He felt heavy and his legs bumbled past one another as they thickened, unsure of how to handle his changing center of gravity. His lungs also started to burn from the effort of hauling his increasing weight away from the devilish woman. Sweat was pouring from his pores at this point, both from fear and exhaustion. A pain was making itself more known to him around his middle as his waist grew wider and his jeans cut into the accumulating flab. His shirt was no longer covering his budding belly as it slipped out beneath the hem. His jogged slowed, each step taking longer to complete than the last until it had become a fast walk. Still, he was determined to escape this nightmare.
He decided to turn down the approaching alley on his right, hoping there may be some way to lose her or at least block her from getting to him. As he shuffled around the corner of the building a faint “ping” could be heard as the button on his jeans gave way, defeated by his bulging gut. Luckily his hips and legs were so tightly packed within his jeans at this point that they stayed up and did not fall to his ankles to further impede his progress. He desperately searched the alley for anything that could help. Towards the back was a chain link fence with barbed wire across the top, a dead end. There were several doors he could try as well as a dumpster, which was brimming with trash.
Taking the only course of action he had, he began trying doors. He waddled over to the first one as the seams of his jeans, one by one, began to sound off as they popped loose. The first door he tried would not budge so he waddled over to the next closest. His shirt had rolled up and now his soft growing gut was fully on display. The t-shirt only managed to cover his chest now, which had blossomed into a rather large set of breasts. He fumbled with the second door handle and again was met with resistance. He moved on to the next, his belly beginning to slap against his fat thighs as it hung lower and lower with its increasing weight. Even the short distance to the next door left him huffing as if he’d just ran a marathon. He needed one of these doors to open, it was his only chance.
Just as he was trying the third door handle a girly giggle sounded from the entrance of the alley. Keith’s attention turned from the locked door to see the girl he’d robbed standing there. She appeared to be much slimmer now. Her outfit was the same, but it seemed to fit her new form perfectly. Her tight jeans clung to her long slim legs and pert bubbly behind. Her blouse still housed a sizable pair of perky breasts as it tucked in at her trim waist. Her face was now angular, no trace of the chubby cheeks she’d once had and it only made her look more maniacal. The grin was still plastered on her face as she stood there and looked at him.
Realizing there was still one more door to try towards the back of the alley, Keith refocused his attention and waddled as fast as he could to his last hope. More seams popped open as holes began to form where the stitching was failing on his jeans. Soft fat filled the widening gaps as his bottoms succumbed to his increasing girth. The sharp click of the girls heels bounced around the brick walls of the alley signaling to Keith that she was strutting towards him as tried his last ditch effort to escape. Getting to the door, he quickly tried the handle, as the clicking grew closer. It gave, it was open, he was saved. He shoved the door open with his meaty shoulder, but let out an exasperated gasp as he realized what was on the other side.
A staircase rose up from behind the door, many steps ascending to a landing where it turned back on itself and ascended further. He attempted to catch his breath, knowing completely that he could not make his way up those steps in his condition.
Just then a lithe hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him away from the door’s entrance. He was suddenly face to face with the stunningly beautiful girl, though she had shed all her additional pounds and was now slim, almost athletic looking. Her deep green eyes still burned with the same fire they had before as she looked onto him.
“May I have my purse back?” She questioned Keith in a stern tone.
Unconsciously, he hugged the purse tighter to his flabby breasts in response to her words. They were now packed tightly into his t-shirt, which functioned more as a bra at this point. Her left eyebrow lifted in question to his movement, before she quickly snatched the purse from his fat hands. He tried to hang on to it, but was simply overpowered by her swift movements.
Keith stood there speechless, unsure of what would happen next. She reached out with her other hand and gave his now very fat belly a poke. Keith tried to move away from her in defense, but was too slow. His sudden movement sent him stumbling backwards as he tripped over a loose brick. No longer able to catch his balance he went crashing down to the ground. His huge legs ripped free of his jeans as his fat ass hit the pavement and spread out around him in a jiggling mass. Keith looked over the crests of his inflated tits to the tatters of his pants that were strewn across his huge legs, his belly filled whatever space it could find between them and hid his boxers from view in the front. Said boxers were wedged tightly into the creases of his hip folds and deep between the cheeks of his huge butt. He looked back up to the girl, unable to hide the sad frown that molded into his multiple chins and fat cheeks as he inspected his new form.
“Guess they were right, you really are ‘the fat bandit’ aren’t you?” The girl said with a wink.
Keith was left sitting half naked on his now huge ass wondering if he’d be able to get up as the girl swiveled on her heels and clicked away from him back towards the street.
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