You Get Filled

Chapter 1

CW: Rapid weight gain, stuffing, bloating, extreme public humiliation/degradation/teasing/bullying, weight gain revenge, fat shaming, bathroom control, force feeding, slob, gas, AMAB reader, 2nd person POV. The teasing does get very mean, tread carefully.

Sitting in a buffet, your friends glance at the menu. You have your best friend, his brother, a friend who happens to be your ex, and her own closest friend with you. You spare no glance at the menu. You already know what you're having; lime and water. Everything else seems to be covered in grease. The chubby waiter would know, you sneer as he smiles brightly, waiting kindly for you all to choose.

"Just some lime and water, please. I’m watching my weight." You say eventually, pointedly looking at his gut. He blushes, but recovers astonishingly fast.

"Oh! Sure thing. Could I… maybe give you my number with that?”

"Lose a few hundred pounds, pig; then we’ll talk."

The smile drops from his soft face before he hurries off, eyes wet. The table next to you murmurs amongst each other, shooting you appalled looks.

You smile to yourself and pull out your phone, preparing to take a selfie for your millions of stupid followers when your friend huffs at you. "What?"

"That was a dick move. Seriously, was there any need for that?"

You shrug while putting on chapstick, sighing out, "it’s not like Jabba the Hut over there has feelings."

Another poor friend sighs, “one day, karma's gonna come back and bite you in the ass."

And bite it did. They need to teach you a lesson

“Okay, sure. Whatever,” you laugh as your flash goes off.

Soon after, the sorry waiter comes back. You roll your eyes at his tear-dried cheeks, the thing had clearly been crying. You don’t even say thank you as he leaves, taking a sip of water before… nothing.

When you wake, you're heavily restrained by chains, making you stand upright. You are in the middle of the restaurant, patrons filming on their phones and watching, a vicious glint in their eyes. Film crews from news organizations have also set-up base and were prattling on delightedly.

Everyone walks over to you, smiling. "We’re going to teach you a little bit of a lesson."

"What?" You frown.

"Shh,” a friend coos. "Best if you stay still for this bit." Your ex picks up a tube and a mouth gag, inserting the mouth gag before the tube. You choke but can't dislodge any of it. Fear courses through you as your best friend and her goes over to one of the many large tanks, each containing at least 10 gallons of… something.

“Skinny bitch, you’ll get what you deserve.” Your ex sets up another tube that leads to… somewhere.

One friend signals ominously to the onlookers and group. Cameras beep and begin recording and laptops flash comments with donations from streaming websites. They grin as they poke around your skinny body.

“Our fattening revenge will be streamed for everyone in the world to see,” She smiles deviously, patting your strong, lean torso.

“While also being in front of this jam-packed restaurant.” Your friend’s brother grins, patrons giggling.

Your ex watches in vindictive amusement. “Everyone’s going to watch as you get what you deserve; watch as we ruin you.”

"Say goodbye to your healthy, perfect little body… Let’s see who needs to lose a few pounds after all this." The brother says, then laughs as the girls switch on the machine. Immediately liquid pumps through it and all you can do is swallow. It is thick and oily, difficult to consume, making you slightly nauseous with how it makes your mouth feel thick and slimy.

Greasy, viscous liquid slowly fills your trim tummy, making you heavy with it. It sends your insides into a rumbling tizzy as you slowly fill with grease and… fat? Are you getting fatter? You watch in horror as your flesh plumps-up and begins to jiggle with your now ever-expanding belly, whining and struggling weakly. What was once a concave tummy is a rounded-out beer gut, thick and sloshy, leaving you feeling full, heavy and slow. The group simply laughs and continues on, watching as you inflate.

“This mixture is made of lard, butter, margarine, oil, grease, fat, and a couple tubs of weight gain powder. With a little something extra to digest quickly.” A friend states, eyes squinting in mirth. He chuckles at you patronisingly.

“After we’re done with you, you’ll never be thin and pretty again.”

Your little potbelly soon turns into a bulging gut, which roars in response, gurgling as it wobbles and blows-up with fat. The deep rumbles shake the room and shake your new, burgeoning fat. You feel queasy and gross with how full of grease you are.

“GLOOOOORP!”

The restaurant laughs, people walking up and smacking your bloating belly. The slaps to the crest of your stomach are tight and muffled, while the ones to areas away from the organ are wobbly and loud.

“Oh, your tummy’s mad; I can hear your gut gurgling from here!”

“You fat f*ck, you look like a parade float!”

People take turns jeering and mocking you, watching as you blimp-up hilariously.

Soft, billowing fat slowly grows onto your bloating frame, adding rolls and folds that weren’t there prior. Your clothes strain over the squishy fat, creaking as you whimper in agony and humiliation; sleeves slowly cut into puffy arms and the neckline accentuates a quickly growing, thick double chin. Jowls form and your belly slowly peaks out from your waist-high jeans and tight shirt. Though, there’s a thick bulge budding under your newfound gut, slowly swallowing your cock.

You groan as you finish the first 10 gallon vat, grunting and panting as two friends remove the old tube. The others prepare a new vat for you.

But first they let you speak.

“You’re really packing on the pounds, huh? Anything you want to say to the millions of viewers and everyone watching, fatty?” Your ex walks over and smacks your rounded, overfull underbelly while another friend caresses your slowly sagging tits.

You groan, feeling something building up, but decide to try and speak anyway. “What’s happening to me? I’m blowing up like a balloon! And I’m getting so fat! Please, no m-OUUUUURP!”

The entire restaurant cackles, high fiving each other as they double over laughing. They howl and point, poking your protruding, wobbling flesh. It all leaves you blushing in pure humiliation. What is wrong with you?

With a grim smile, your ex leans down to your fattening face.

“What was that, jellybelly? You want more? Even though you’re so big?”

“No- WOOOORP!”

“All right then!”

And you are sucking on a tube again, thanks to your best friend. People keep poking your gut, fingers sinking into the soft, jiggling fat. They shake it around and play with your thickening fat rolls as the new mixture enters your mouth.

“This is filled with dairy. Gallons and gallons of heavy cream, ice cream, cheesecake, eggs, milk, yoghurt… and of course weight gain powder. And now it’s all going down your greedy gullet.” He smiles smugly, listening to the raucous, pained gurgles coming from your expanding gut. He grins in delight.

“You’re blimping up into a greedy, fat glutton.”

You struggle here, you're lactose intolerant and the build-up is giving you the bubble guts, and everyone can hear. Your belly roils and roars violently, desperate for release it's not being granted. As the fattening contents make their way through your body, your insides cramp with each moment your guts painfully expand. You feel like you're going to burst, a container filled with lard, liquids, food, and gas. God, you're such a fat slob.

At a particularly large gas bubble, your intestines slosh and churn angrily. But when you prepare to finally release it... you find that you can’t. It is only then that you realise they had shoved something in you while you were asleep; a thin tube through your pants. How had you not felt it before? You wiggle your sagging ass and look around in panic. A friend smiles as you pick up on this, informing the others. Everyone points and laughs once again before your ex pushes a few buttons... and now the tube is forcing more thick, fattening liquid inside you, blowing you up from both ends, mixing with the gas and waste trapped inside.

“GLLLGRRGURRR!”

Everyone laughs as your overly engorged stomach burbles and groans in agony as it's forced to rapidly protrude further. You can feel the massive buildup of gas and waste inside yourself, swelling at an alarming rate, unable to release; the most you can do is try to fart around it. Your gut bubbles and gurgles as you expand to an unimaginable, enormous size, cramped and painful and obscenely bloated. You feel like you're going to explode; rapidly inflating with fat and gas. Your button and belt creak where they struggle to contain your growing blubber

“They’re blowing up like a balloon! Look at them go, fattening themselves up!”

“Fuck, revenge is sweet. Look how fast they’re gaining weight.”

“Ew, you gross cow! The weight does NOT look good on you.”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen! You were so pretty and popular… now you’re nothing more than a fat, lazy slob.”

The button and belt on your jeans burst off easily, they can’t take the strain of your fattened gut and endlessly increasing girth anymore. Your gut sloshes audibly as it pops open your pants, surging forward as it takes-up more space greedily.

Your belt lay useless at your sides, the busted jean flaps framing your enormously fat gut (and fatpad). It wobbles and jiggles where it groans and grotesquely bloats bigger and wider; as if it has a mind of its own. You have a gross plumber’s crack going for you now, your fat being squished and pushed out into an embarrassing spare tire. Weight isn’t even sticking to your ass, it’s flat now compared to the rest of you. The weight sticking to all the wrong, unflattering places. You have a sausage-like look to you with how tightly your clothes are squeezing you. Your fupa is massive now, taking the space between your jean flaps easily, oozing over your cock until nothing’s left.

Soon, a third chin is wobbling onto your fattening face, effectively hiding your neck. Your jowls slowly purse your lips and obscure your vision, leaving your face a bloated, disgusting mess. Your thighs dimple and stomach blimps, huge tits slowly sag even farther off of it, drooping as if to meet your massively swollen, gooey love handles. Your muffin top oozes from your overly-tight jeans, bursting seams and tearing threads. Your hands are so porky and filled with lard that they can’t even close anymore. You even grow cankles, legs now giant, lard-filled blobs with no shape. You cry in pain and humiliation. You are so soft and big now.

When the next 10 gallon vat is empty, your best friend and his brother remove the tube to let you speak again before pointing to the camera, hands flopping your blubbery chins and smacking your jowls around. The girls heft and bounce your weighty gut to and fro, squishing and jiggling your saggy fupa too.

“Anything you want to say to the millions of people watching right now, fatso?”

Your friend smiles, her and your ex smacking the taut, bloated upper portion of your blown-up belly. You are so full it sounds like smacking a drum.

Your gasps and grunts are muffled behind your now permanently pursed lips. Your eyes are also always squinted due to your lard-filled cheeks and jowls.

“Fuck I’m- BURAAAAAAP! Sorry! Please, I’m gonna bur- WOOORP!”

They hum in satisfaction, patrons murmuring amongst each other. The brothers slap your rumbling, bloated underbelly while the girls roughly massage the upper portion. You have really blimped up; looking akin to an overblown balloon or gorged tick. Big and round and swollen. A ball of fat; of greed and gluttony.

“And what are you sorry for, butterball?”

They play and toy with your wobbling rolls as you speak, heaving your grossly giant body with every shuddering breath.

“For making fun of that guy’s- BUUOOORP! Weight!”

Your ex smiles, grabbing and squishing your engorged love handles and hips.

“Who’s the pig now then, huh?”

You hesitate a moment too long and they grow angry, your ex smacks your gut harshly, causing it to slosh and shake. You look and feel overindulged and gluttonous, drowning in your own hedonistic feeding. An uncontrollable, overweight, overly obese glutton.

“SLUOORP!”

Your belly will not stop making monstrous, ominous noises, constantly churning and gurgling. It is so embarrassing. You look and sound like a grotesquely obese monster.

“C’mon, fat*ss! Who’s our pot-bellied pig?”

They smack your giant gut again.

“Ow! I am! I’m- HUUOOORP! I’m a greedy, disgusting hog! BWOOORP!”

Your ex laughs as she shoves the tube in you again, turning on the other.

“That’s more like it, doughboy. Finally enjoying your just desserts.”

They move onto sweets after that, constantly feeding you more and more. Blended cakes, cookies, frosting, soda, mentos… more weight gain powder.

Your massive belly spills further over your jeans, it's so swollen with fat. In fact, as it slowly fattens further, it begins to hang by your knees, gigantic muffin top sagging and rolling over your hips, closely followed by your fatpad. Even your shirt can’t contain you; it's hitched around your chest, torn and barely holding your flabby man boobs, suffocated in your chins, jowls, and back rolls. You look comically overweight and unattractive, every piece of you drowning with lard.

Your friend slips some more chemicals in your “food” to make you explode and balloon with more fat and gas. People cackle as they poke and smack and jiggle, bouncing your hanging flesh and adipose around like jello. Like a toy.

“What a shame, they used to be so skinny and hot. Now, they look like a fat, bloated toad!”

“The fatty’s gonna blow! Look at them go!”

“I can’t even see their face under all that fat.”

“Fuck, they look disgusting… so funny!”

“Ew, I can see their ass and belly! Disgusting slob, ever heard of going on a diet?”

Gone is your model thin body. It is replaced now with three sagging chins, gigantic unattractive jowls, and floppy bingo wings. Your pecs become jiggling manboobs and your gut a metre wide and long, burgeoning where it's cradled by billowing love handles, forming an ugly muffin top. Your ass and thighs are cellulite-ridden and saggy, limbs swallowed in fat. Your arms are released from their binding, only to be useless where they stick out of your bloated sides comedically like pins in a cushion.

With a whimper, you rub over your rumbling belly, trying to ease the pain and stop it from thickening with your stubby hands. You push the burgeoning fat as if to stop it from bloating and growing further, but it's useless. You look ridiculous and disgusting; like a monstrous caricature of pure gluttony and morbid obesity. Your gut groans in agony, the thunderous squelches vibrating the room.

“GROOAAR!”

People laugh as the girls remove the tube and mask, pausing the second and preparing to gorge you on the next 10 gallon vat.

“Oooh, fuck! I’m so-OUUUURP! Big and fat! So ugly-HWOORP!”

The room shakes violently at your slobby belch, jowls and chins quivering grotesquely as the rest of your body wobbles. You are cartoonishly ugly in how rampantly bloated and obese you are. Your best friend and his brother press against your softening flesh.

“What was that, tubby?”

“Can’t hear you over your disgusting gut, fat boy!”

People smack your belly again, fondling your flab, kneading the gelatinous fat. It wobbles obscenely and moulds to their rough hands like soft dough, pendulous where it swings back and forth. You’re like a ball of pure, greasy lard. You whine, eyes rolling up and panting as you feel yourself gain weight and widen further, rapidly ballooning.

“I’m so huge and full, my belly won’t stop growing and gurgling! Help-BURAAAAAP!”

“C’mon, lardass! You still have more to come.”

They all snicker, your ex checking if the recording equipment is still streaming as people begin to feed your massively, morbidly obese self spoiled and fibre-rich foods. Rotten beans, sprite, bananas, ginger-ale, spoiled milk, beer, weight gain shake, and prune juice through both tubes. More and more and more... shovelling them down your throat. Your stomach cramps and you moan as a low rumble ripples inside of you, stretching you to your limit.

“GLOOORPGRR!”

The chains break, sending you crashing to the floor on your back. Your body ripples and jiggles in waves from your giant gut to your sagging jowls, room trembling with the force of impact. You roll and sway hilariously, stuck and pinned by the weight of your own overindulgence. You look like a beached whale, an overfull balloon ready to pop.

"Wow, you really are a pig, aren't you? Stuffed tight and full like a bloated, fat turkey." Your ex laughs, prodding your belly. It wobbles, causing you to cramp up again; a loud, particularly wet sounding gurgle echoes grossly.

Everyone teams up to make you eat and fill up on more spoiled beans, used grease, oil, and butter, washed down with another gallon of spoiled milk, heavy cream and prune juice. The laxative qualities cause rampant indigestion to set in, loud, raunchy gurgles and groans rumble from your gut’s blubbery depths as more gas accumulates. It causes the room to vibrate and your squishy layers of fat to wobble. You groan in pain as you expand and expand with no end in sight, overstuffed gut melting all those calories into thick, gelatinous fat. People point and laugh as you try to roll onto your fat ass, body and belly too fat and bloated to budge.

One friend tries to close your tattered jeans but is unable to. And it’s not your nasty gut, no, it’s your sagging fupa that gets in the way, puffy and unattractively fat. Your shirt fares much the same, unable to cover any of your disgusting blubber.

“Blew right out of your clothes, huh? You're an insatiable blubber boy; can’t stop gorging your fat gut.” They heave you up, forcing you to sit on your cellulite-ridden, flat ass. Your ex slaps it, bouncing and rippling your multitude of ugly back rolls.

“Is that why you tease fat people? Because you’re a secret fatty? A closeted fat*ss?”

Another pinches your massive, muffining love handles, huge and soft from where it frames your enormous, monstrous gut and swollen fupa.

“Millions of calories and gallons of fattening drink… all churning inside this giant, greedy gut. You’re finally getting what you deserve.”

Your best friend holds your weighty tits in his palms, wobbling them around in their palms.

“Gained so much weight, fattened yourself up so much for us. What a good piggy you are. Taking your punishment so well.”

They smile as they caress your giant fat rolls, fingers sinking into the doughy flesh.

“You’ll never be thin and pretty again. You’ll always be this fat, immobile slob. You’re so fat and ugly now.”

They rub your roaring, taut underbelly, playing with the stuffed and lard-filled flesh before flopping your belly around by your deep, cavernous belly button.

“You weigh over 1000 pounds now, and you used to weigh 120. Now you have this big, fat, bloated gut. You’re nothing but a gluttonous, obese blob.”

The more weight you pile on, the uglier you become. Clothes in tatters on the floor, body blown up and overly bloated with soft, pale fat… You feel so ashamed. You look grotesque and are grossly obese, your ballooning waistline so out of control. Five chins, flabby limbs, over a metre-wide and long mountain of a gut, sagging love handles, grotesque muffin top and spare tire. Your dick is gone, swallowed in your massive fatpad. You are drowning in lard. The extra padding, the thick layer of fat coating your body widens you beyond belief, making you look almost inhuman. You are a fat, immobile, greedy slob. You’ve never felt so disgusting, so ashamed.