Chapter 1

Gus woke up to the sound of birds chirping. He scratched the tiredness from his eyes, staring out the window at the sun-rising. By the time the sun had fallen, the world would look different in his eyes. Gus lived within a far away society where men were reveled for their size. Growing up he had always been surrounded by fat men. Watching them gorge on meals while skinny women served them more and more. Cousins in his family had been healthy and active while he grew up playing with them but once they turned 21 years old, something in them changed. They no longer wish to go out and be social and active. Instead, they slowly began to live a more sedentary life. Their bodies inflating slowly with fat like someone had attached a hose into them. Gus would shudder watching them pig out at meals, his father especially. The men would laugh at him and say 'I remember when I thought that way too, just you wait until you become a man. This will be your dream.' Gus was convinced that would never happen to him. The change made no sense to him. However much he wanted to fight it, he knew no man in the land stayed thin. Resigned to his fate, he lifted himself out of bed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

The smells of breakfast hit him long before he saw the kitchen. His stomach rumbled yearning for something to eat. A familiar sight welcomed him as he drifted into the kitchen. The table was filled with sugary sweets and fatty meats. His dad sat at the head of the table with a platter filled with goodies. Gus knew this platter was most likely not the first of the morning. The mess on his dad's flabby jowls came him confirmation. Emmett, Gus's older brother, sat at the side of the table, working on his platter of pancakes and bacon. Emmett's shirt was a size too small and hugged his budding rolls and pecs. Emmett has turned 21 a few years ago and was well on his way to waddling in their father's footsteps. Gus sat on the far side and scooped up some eggs, bacon, and yogurt. He ate slowly as he watched his father and brother shovel food into their mouths. Usually he was able to tone them out, but the future events of the day overshadowed his mind. Emmett looked over at Gus's plate and laughed, "Hey little bro, it's your last day of eating like a little kid. Soon you'll be eating like a real man!" To draw more attention to it, Emmett smacked his gut. His mom came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead, "ignore him Gus, it's your special day." His dad joining in on the male ribbing, "if you got any of my genes, that'll be a light snack by next year."Gus poked at his meal as the other two men resumed their gorging.

After breakfast, Gus stared at his body in the mirror. Today was the last day he would look like this. His abs would soon be hidden by a bulbous gut, his dick would begin hiding behind a cloak of pubic fat, his sharp jawline would melt into fatty jowls. His trance was broken when he heard the creaking of floor boards. His father waddled and wobbled into his room in the ceremonial dress. His robe looked like it had shrunk in the wash but his dad had truly pigged out. The belly of the nearly 700 pound man jutting outward making sure there was no possible way the robe would get close to closing. He placed it large fatty paw on Gus's tall shoulder. "It's time boy, the ceremony awaits."





The temple hall was filled with smells and noise as Gus approached. The tables were filled with foods to celebrate his journey into manhood. His family and friends who had gone through the Rite were all in attendance. His cousins and friends sitting on chairs that struggled to contain them. His uncles and dad were seated on benches, their bellies dropping to the floor. His throat tightened at the sight of all the food and drinks and the large morbidly obese men. Emmett placed his hand on Gus's shoulder. "There's no reason to fight it Gus, the Rite will always win." Gus nodded, while his throat had tightened, part of his brain already wondered how the weight would feel. Slowly they made their way through the crowd to the front. The high council sat waiting for the man of the hour.

The hall had darkened down to candle light for the beginning. The high council were the most honorable men in the area. Each man easily sat at half a ton. Gus looked at each nervously as the hall became quiet. The largest man in the center boomed out, "Gus, today we are gathered for you to pass the Rite of Gluttony. Today marks the difference in being a boy to becoming a man. Undress yourself and lay yourself upon the altar." Gus slowly disrobe, blushing and trying to keep his privacy in front of everyone. The altar was cold as he laid and stared at the ceiling. The woman who lurked in the shadows moved forward to collect his measurements. "155 pounds," called out the center member. "BMI is 20". The air became more musky and the lights darkened. The sound of wheezing becoming louder and closer. The members had circled him, them bellies pushing into his body. The flab sweaty and hot. A cup of a mystery liquid was brought to his lips. Instinctually, he let it pour into his mouth. The taste overly sweet to his senses. Time felt as though it disappeared. The drink beginning to move through his veins. The men in the hall began chanting. In Gus's visions, the ideas of staying thin and resisting faded. Visions of mountains of food, sucking down shakes, and lazing about filled the void. The sensation of getting thicker washed across his brain. Crossing the 200,300, 400, 500, 600 pound thresholds. The feeling of the weight, the sensual touch of growing moobs. The visions continued until al he could see and think about was food. Chairs, benches snapping. Stuck sitting in a bed, a gut pushing in all directions. Gus was not aware of how erect he had become. The chants becoming louder as he orgasmed at the thought of being immobile. His eyes shot open as he released, the hall going quiet in an instant. The largest of the men exclaiming, "the rite has been concluded!" A celebratory yell went out as Gus felt his stomach rumble at the sight of the large cake being moved towards him. "Finish the transition, son." Gus had no second guessing, he reached for the cake and began eating. With each bite shoved into his mouth, his boyhood faded away.

The hall had emptied, the echoes of chanting fading into the stone walls. Gus sat back on the ceremonial bench, his hands sticky from cake and syrup, his stomach already aching but still yearning for more. The room felt different now, quieter yet heavier—as if the Rite had left a tangible weight in the air, pressing against him.

Emmett leaned down beside him, a hand on his shoulder. “How does it feel, little brother?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “Feels good to be a man, doesn’t it?”

Gus swallowed hard, his stomach churning from both fullness and anticipation. He had surrendered entirely during the ceremony, and something inside him had shifted. The part of him that had resisted gluttony, that had laughed at his cousins’ growing bellies, was gone. In its place was a strange thrill, a constant awareness of hunger and indulgence, and the erotic tingle of his body responding to the thought of immobility.

He looked down at himself. Even after the Rite, he was still lean, still in many ways the boy he had been—but already he felt the beginnings of change. His abdomen ached pleasantly from the sheer quantity of food he had consumed, his hips felt heavier, his thighs warmer as if anticipating growth. His cock, hidden now behind the early swell of pubic fat, throbbed in the aftermath, a physical reminder of the surrender he had given.

Emmett smiled knowingly. “You’re not done yet,” he said. “The Rite starts the change, but the real work… the real indulgence… happens every day from now on. Your body will follow your appetite. You’ll see just how fast it can grow if you let it.”

Gus nodded, part terrified, part exhilarated. Already, he felt the pull of desire—to eat, to grow, to experience the fullness of manhood that the Rite had promised. He could imagine the chairs, benches, beds of the future, the way his body would expand until he could barely move, yet feel an ecstasy in every pound gained.

His father waddled over, clapping a massive hand on his shoulder. “Good boy,” he rumbled. “You’ve begun. Don’t fight it. Eat, enjoy, grow. That’s what it means to be a man here.”

Gus’s eyes fell on the remaining food on the table: thick cakes, piles of meat, rich pastries. His stomach growled again, more insistently than before. Without hesitation, he reached for another slice of cake, tasting it slowly at first, then with abandon. Each bite sent a shiver through him, a confirmation of the transformation already begun.

By the end of the day, Gus was no longer thinking like the boy who had once resisted indulgence. Every thought centered on food, on fullness, on the sensation of growing heavier and larger. The Rite had ended, but his journey had just begun.



(to be continued)