Chapter 1 - 1

Hi All! This is just a short little story I thought of writing while I was bored, because it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately and I just wanted to do something simple without some elaborate, underlying plot. It’s just one chapter, so I hope you all can enjoy this little one whenever you want!

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Laying down in my bed, about to turn it in for the day, I felt a sense of restlessness. My tall, average sized frame hadn’t done much the past few hours, just worked and played some videogames, so I was barely exhausted enough to fall asleep now, it was just that I had nothing to do so I’d decided to hit the hay and try going on a run or something tomorrow to tire me out. However, I was dissatisfied with my overactive brain simply sitting there, milling over the last week, so I made the executive decision to imagine a few of my gaining fantasies. Nothing too sexually explicit, but just some quick little ideas I’d jotted down to think about later; doing so often had a calming effect on me.

Closing my eyes, I began to imagine the little scenarios which I often revisited once or so every week: a kind girl taking me out on a few dates before revealing herself as a witch and casting a spell on me, or some guys inviting me over to their house to watch the football, then trapping me and feeding me up to the size of their couch. They never stayed in the realm of possibility, of course; I’m not patient enough to put in the effort to put on all that weight over a few years.

Reaching the height of one of my favorite fantasies, one in which I have to feed myself with super fattening foods to enter a secret club for obese people, the world around me quickly sharpened. The story, and my cock, for that matter, had hardened, became all the more real. I clutched my head to make sure I hadn’t somehow hit it on my bed frame, but I quickly identified that it wasn’t that. Instead, I was filled with an uncanny desire to make these fantasies a reality in whatever way is possible: I do not know what overtook me in that second, just that it was unwavering and intense. I broke out into a sweat, bizarrely filled with anticipation, and uttered a wish: “Allow my fantasies to become a reality, please…”. My room fell silent, and just as I was about to shake my head and decide I’d worked myself up for no reason, a brief flash of red light shot through the cracks in the door to my bedroom.

Jerking up, I threw my sheets of my half-naked body, whipping my head around to try and provide a logical conclusion to what had just occurred.
“Don’t stress, Tyler…” A deep, almost hypnotising voice could be heard and I heard a hand grasp around the doorknob, and I could faintly see it turn in the dark of my room. “I heard your wish: I’m not a robber, simply a benevolent force of nature.” My door flew open, and in it stood a red-skinned figure, whose defined abs were not covered up with clothing of any kind, the only semblance of which could be found in a tight pair of pants that hugged his muscular hips. A thick neck gave way to a chiseled jaw, above which lay a smirking mouth filled with blindingly white teeth. Unkempt mattes of hair fell above this man’s eyes, making it so that only one of their grey irises was visible.

“Wha… NO.” I was in shock as I stuttered out a few words, not finding the courage or the mental composure to build a sentence in the presence of this clearly godly adonis figure. “My wish?”
“Yes, your wish.” The creature replied, turning on the lights but keeping them at a low setting to maintain the ambience. “My name is Adrien, and I’ll be your personal sin-man for the night.” He flashed his teeth as he gestured to a badge he had hanging off his belt, reading - Satan’s Service - We’ll help you achieve your perfect sin -

“This makes no sense,” I gasped, examining the badge as he stepped closer to me. “My, you know, gaining wish?” I asked, and took a seat at the end of my bed as he explained.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to for you to have a good time, though, right?” Again, that charming smile: I blushed slightly. “So how do you want to do this? I’m trained in the gluttony department, so I’ve got all the methods: we don’t kink shame, that kind of defeats the point.”

That little joke got a chuckle out of me, which expanded his smile wider as I began to contemplate the answer to his question. “I don’t really know, to be honest… I guess you can choose? I should probably come up with a plan before I start making wishes, huh?”

“Me choosing isn’t a problem, I’ll just take it easy at first, and depending on how you like it we can change it to suit your desires.” He nodded his head slightly, seeming considering how he wanted to approach this, before seemingly remembering something before producing a glowing roll of parchment from his pocket. “Oh, but first, I’ll need you to sign this waiver.” I glanced at him suspiciously, and he raised his hands in a cute way to show that he meant no harm. “Don’t worry, I’m not like Ursula, the queen she is, it’s just that the big guns down there…” - he gestured downwards to what I could only assume is hell - “... don’t like it when we don’t get your consent first. This just means that everything we do to you has been authorised, and once we’re done I can make a duplicate of this document, and whenever you wish, you can destroy it to reverse all of it, with only your memories to speak of.”

“Oh…” I nodded pleasantly, now knowing that this decision wasn’t permanent. Taking the sheet from him, he handed me a silver pen as I inspected the document's contents.

TYLER MARSHALL:
Sin: Gluttony
Location: California, USA
Age: 26
Allergies: None
Weight: 170 lbs
Physique: Slim-Built
Sin-Man: Adrien Allens-Walter
I, TYLER MARSHALL, consent to partaking in a sinful activity with my trained sin-man, ADRIEN ALLENS-WALTER, under the category of GLUTTONY. Consenting to this contract entails that ADRIEN ALLENS-WALTER may perform any act you wish upon you and that after you have designated that you are complete, this contract may be duplicated, one of the copies being given to you. This means that all acts are completely reversible. The other contract will be taken for administration purposes to Satan’s Services Incorporated HQ, where it will never see the light of day again.
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Content with the deal, I hastily signed upon the line and handed the parchment back to Adrien, who stashed it away before meeting eyes with me. I nodded, and the second I did so he began to crawl towards me.
“Let’s get this started, piggy…” His tone of voice had completely changed: He was now in business mode, and until I decided that he had to stop, I would be able to indulge in my greatest deep seated desires. I smiled as he licked his lips and soon he was upon me, casting a shadow over my lanky body as he surveyed my shirtless chest. “This could do with some work…”

He flung his hair back, and as he did so he yanked my body up from its lying position to face him, who was seated on my knees. Power emanated from his muscular frame and I could feel that the real show was about to begin. Starting slow, he touched one of his manicured fingernails to my face, running it along my cheek and sending tingles through my body. But these weren’t just excited tingles: something was happening. Suddenly, with the quick reflexes of a tiger, he clenched his fist around my cheek and began to pull. But rather than grabbing skin, his hand produced fat which he quickly left to form on my face as he progressed to the other. So quickly my face had gained a whole new magnitude, my cheeks feeling stuffed with a supple layer of fat.

Adrien licked his lips again, saying “Perfect. You look so much better already with that meat on your face. Just imagine how immaculate you’ll look when your whole beautiful body has had that same treatment…” I was about to agree with him, but he placed his finger upon my lips before producing a deliciously dense doughnut and stuffing it in my mouth, leaving only a pleasured moan to escape. “That’s much better.” Slowly but surely, he ran his finger along my neck, and as he did so, I could simply feel the fat rolling off it, as another chin began to hand and form beneath my own, falling upon my now thick neck as it expanded. “Yes…” Adrien hissed in delight: He could feel my hard-on intensifying beneath his knees.

Flicking his wrist, my hands felt compelled to fly out into a T-position, allowing him to feel along them as they did so, expanding them until they practically hung beneath my bones, twice the size of before, my fingers porking into the size of chipolatas on my rapidly growing palms. “You know you like this, don’t you Tyler?” He hastily stuffed a heavy chocolate brownie into my mouth, only accelerating the process further.

Hopping off my thighs now, Adrien pushed me onto my back as I bounced onto my bed frame, already feeling the extra pounds on my face and arms wobble on impact. He slapped my thighs, becoming more aggressive now, and as he did so a plethora of pure fat flung onto them, followed by my thighs growing and lastly my feet. I once again moaned in pleasure and Adrien nodded happily, clearly proud of his work. However, he then realised that something wasn’t right: I could still feel the tight waistband of my underwear constricting my now huge waist, and noticing that he clicked and my waist expanded even further until my white boxer briefs, no longer able to withstand the pressure of my growing body, burst of and fell within my covers, exposing my dick, which was slowly becoming more difficult to see between all the layers of fat which surrounded it. Adrien seemed unfazed: He’d likely seen these plenty of times because of his obscure line of work, even though I like to think of mine as a little more impressive than all the other guys’.