A Bigger World

Chapter 1

Eugene was beaming.

The ancient haunt from ages long past (that was its given name on the pack of summoning salts, anyway) was rubbing the bridge of its nose.

"You've summoned me -" The creature gestured to itself. "- me, because..." It trailed off.

Eugene nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"You know I can grant any boon -" It started speaking in a rhythmic voice. "- any curse, any wish? Fame that would echo generations, wealth beyond comprehension..." The light dimmed in the room; it snapped its head toward Eugene. "Life, never-ending?"

Eugene tsk'ed. "I'm good. Just my wish, please."

"Humans used to be great; when your world was bigger, you truly dreamt." The creature was speaking to someone not in the room. "Nineteen years of age. Used to ask for guidance out of the storm; the wayward path back home. A visage from a memory long past. In the days of your ances-"

The haunt looked down at Eugene. His eyes appeared glazed in simplicity, the bulge of his member showing through his gym shorts. His flab poked out from underneath his ill-fitting shirt.

The haunt snapped its fingers. "Enjoy."

It dissolved from the room.

Eugene glanced up. A family photo, taken at his sister's college graduation: himself, his sister, and his mother. Their lean faces, cheekbones. So put-together. His chubby form, acne.

Eugene's hand drifted to his pale belly; he was groping his fat.

They'll understand.

***

Eugene woke up as he normally did: on his back, crusted cum from the night before dried on his belly. He liked to fall asleep right after finishing.

Finger in his belly button and eyes up at the ceiling, for a brief moment he had forgotten the developments of the night before.

Only for a moment. In a flash, it felt like a Christmas morning from the days of his youth.

He struggled upright. He wasn't that fat, Eugene would tell himself.

5'11". 307 pounds. One of Eugene's dirty little secrets was that he liked it. He wanted to be fatter: degraded, force-fed, shamed...

But nobody knew that. He froze. Eugene listened past the sounds of his breathing for any evidence of the new world.

And he heard it. Snoring.

He began following the sound like a rat follows cheese. It was nearby. He pushed his bedroom door open. The sound was coming from down the hall; as Eugene made his way, the floorboards strained with each step.

He was outside the snorer's room. His sister's room.

As Eugene cracked the door open, the snoring grew deeper and louder.

From his angle, all he could see was a pale glob of fat burying limbs. He had watched a lot of fat porn in his life; he estimated she had to be at least five hundred pounds.

He shimmied his way over to her bedside.

All his life, Eugene had looked at his sister's sharp, angled face and wondered how she'd look as a fat girl. If she stopped eating those salads and quinoa bowls; if she just ate like he did.

He looked at her now, spread out like a starfish. By necessity.

Her mouth was wide open; a stream of drool flowed onto her pillow. It was no mystery why she had begun snoring; her face was so mangled in lard that it amazed Eugene she could use her nose at all.

She was completely naked. Navy strands of cloth lay next to her bed; her old pajamas, reduced to threads.

Violently deep stretch marks were etched into almost every part of her body; more on a girl than Eugene had ever seen.

"Time to get up!" He slapped his hand down on the top of her belly, sending her entire body jiggling.

"Hrmph! Wa-" She tried to get up but couldn't. Panic had started to settle. She looked down at her body, not being able to see past her belly. "-wha... h-hap-" Generous tears filled her eyes.

She started crying. Her face was turning dark red; was it a challenge for her to breathe while she cried?

Eugene pinched the fat around her belly button. "Keep breathing - don't be sad piggy, look how fat you are." She cried harder. It was making her entire body undulate. Eugene lifted up a breast roll, inspecting it. "You don't have tits anymore." He let them plop back down.

He watched her tears become lost in her fat. She had begun bursting in sweat; musk and stink filled the room.

Eugene was massaging her fat. "How does it feel?" He smacked it around. "You like it?"

She could hardly speak. "N... no..."

"Are you sure?" He jiggled her soft upper thigh fat. "It doesn't feel good to be this pathetic? This ruined?"

She started wheezing.

"This is you now." He grabbed one of her side rolls. "A sweaty ***." She began crying again. "It's all you'll ever be."

Eugene dropped is belly over hers. He moaned. "You like that?" He jiggled his own belly atop hers. "Two piggies?"

"Hrmph-huff... Eu-" A light moan. "-gene... s-sto..." Another one.

Eugene snorted. He began crawling to mount her properly. Another snort.

"Look at -" Eugene was panting. "- our fat." He was now resting in a damp part of the bed. "- You're so -" Pant. "- sweaty."

She began touching her own belly. "L-loo... so f-fat."

Eugene had made it; he couldn't see her face anymore. Right when he was about to begin, he heard someone enter the room.

"Oh my god." Their mother ran up beside Eugene.

"You fat stupid pig. What did I say about fucking?" She pushed Eugene off his sister. "Not until you've eaten." She grabbed his lower belly. "Maybe one day you'll be as tubby as this one." She smacked the biggest belly in the room.

"Here, fatty." Eugene's mother turned her attention on his sister. "Drink this." In an instant Eugene's sister had a tube down her throat; butter forcing its way into her body. She began stroking her daughters round cheek. "You're doing good baby; you'll look so ripe at six hundred pounds."

Whether Eugene's sister thought this was a nightmare or had just given up - perhaps some combination of both - was unknowable. Underneath the funnel and the butter were muffled moans and pants.

Their mother coo'ed. "Does my baby like that?" She kneaded her daughters fupa. "Relax piggy, this is all you need to worry about." She farted. "Good stinky piggy, let it out."

Eugene had found himself masturbating from the sight of this scene. His mother glanced to him. "Don't worry piggy, I've got an entire stuffing planned for you." She smacked her ass. "Why don't you let mommy finish up here, and I'll come to you when I'm done."

Eugene came.

"Ok mo-" Eugene snorted. "-ommy." He waddled away, back to his room.

Eugene's mother bit her lower lip at the sight of her son's jiggling ass.

All the while, the haunt looked on.