Your soft beginnings

Chapter 1

CW: AFAB terms used for genitals, transmasc reader, 2nd person POV. Very heavy degradation/humiliation/fat shaming, slight slob kink.

You had gained 20 pounds in the past little while. You looked… chubby. Really soft and hot. A lot of it had gone to your waist, giving you a cute muffin top. You looked almost like one of your favourite models, and the prospect of looking like someone you admired left you positively aching.

The soft fat jiggled when you jumped and shook it, protruding over your underwear and pants, pressing noticeably against your shirts. You leaned down, tightening the belt of your too-small jeans as much as you could, watching your blubbery hips bulge further and further. Fuck, no wonder your parents had been badgering you to lose weight. You were really blowing up.

Biting your lip, you poked at the protruding love handles, your finger trailing along one of the stretch marks. You’d been allocating more of your money to buy junk and gorge yourself nonstop after finally deciding to try stuffing and gaining. Suffice to say, you were fucking loving it.

You ate more at meals, had plenty of snacks, and were quickly outgrowing your uniforms and clothes. Some friends had picked up on it and poked fun at you a bit, but nothing mean-spirited. But nonetheless, the teasing had left you blushing and warm. A professor had even expressed concern over your rapid weight gain, and you felt bad for worrying them. But you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t get off on it when you got home. You’d ballooned so much, so fast that people were concerned for you. It had no right to be as hot as it was.

Making sure no one was home and that your door was shut one last time, you settled onto your bed. There was a tall glass of whole milk and a box of chocolate chip cookies waiting for you. You’d just gotten back from your dinner at McDonald’s with your friends, belly bloated with greasy foods and sugar. Your friends had joked a little at your obviously too-small clothes, especially after you were done eating all that you did. God, you wondered if they knew just how horny they made you with their friendly jabs.

You rubbed your swollen belly and brought the box of cookies close to you, opening it and shoving the first one in your mouth. You moaned around the mouthful, chewing and swallowing quickly so you could eat the next. It was crunchy and full of chocolate chips, nice and sweet.

Shit, you'd eaten so much that day. Made a big stack of pancakes to go with your gainer shake for breakfast, bought pizza and brownies with soda for lunch, and went to McDonald’s for dinner. There, you had a Big Mac combo, nuggets, and a McFlurry. Now, here you were, about to gorge on an entire box of cookies with whole milk. You were turning into such a greedy pig.

you shifted your thighs together, your leg beginning to bounce up and down as you ate the next few cookies. So, so many calories were inside you, and by morning, it would have all turned to soft, squishy fat. A little whimper left your throat at the thought. You were going to get so big if you kept eating like this, like a f*cking glutton.

Two cookies made their way to your mouth, this time dipped in milk. Whimpering, you brought a hand to your belly, smacking the tight bloat of it, tight as a drum. It hurt so, so good. You couldn’t help yourself, grinding down onto your bed as best you could; you were already soaked.

And that was another thing. Ever since you'd started gaining and stuffing yourself, you'd been horny non-stop. Your sex drive had already been off the charts due to starting T, but this was ridiculous. You could get off three times in a day if you so pleased. It would probably only get worse the bigger you got, too. And that just served to arouse you more.

Eating three cookies at a time, you took a big gulp of milk, mewling as it stretched your stomach out more. You rubbed at it desperately, pulling away to burp and make room. The vibration went straight to your clit, your tummy gurgling at you.

“Fuck, ‘m getting so fat,” you moaned, shoving more cookies into your greedy face, quickly eating them so you could have more. The box was halfway done and you were getting full. Burping and moaning around mouthfuls, you continued massaging your belly. There was a layer of chub you had to press through before you got to the hardness of your stuffed belly, a squishiness you delighted in pinching and prodding.

Looking down, all you could really see was your giant, bloated gut. You were stuffed enough that your belly had distinct sides, a bottom, and a top. At the rate you were going, you'd be an eating machine in no time; would continue to pack on the pounds until you were nothing more than a fat blob.

You sobbed at the thought. Because that’s what a friend had said. They’d said if you kept stuffing your face, you'd get fat, that you would turn into a blob… Your parents had even said that you were ruining yourself.

Cookies hanging out of your mouth, you struggled to undo your belt and pants, eager to touch yourself. Fuck, you were ruining yourself, wasn’t he? Turning yourself into a fat slob. What was a thin, pretty little body would soon be a mass of plump fat, unrecognizable.

After a lot of painful sucking in, you finally got the belt undone, then quickly popped the button. It was loud, grateful to be open, and the zip went down on its own. You whimpered, watching as your belly expanded into the new space, pushing the pants flaps impossibly far apart. There was a red band along your lower belly and where a little puff of fat was developing above your pussy.

You shoved a hand down the front of your pants, quickly rubbing at your tender clit and fingering your hole. Your belly was kind of in the way, which served to just turn you on more, eyes watering in pleasure.

Placing three more cookies in your mouth, you chewed, hand rubbing at your belly while you pleasured yourself. Fuck, you were so disgusting, getting off on this. Such a dirty, fat whore. You could feel tears run down your red cheeks, so overwhelmed by pleasure.

Crying out sweetly, you missed the loud creek outside, the soft, “You okay?” Before the door jerked open, and you came face to face with Liv.

Fuck.

There you were, all the pounds you'd gained on display, pouring out of your too-small shirt and pants, shoving cookies in your chubby face like the greedy, fat f*ck you were becoming. An entire box, too. And Liv had been with you all day, had been privy to what you'd stuffed yourself on, what you were currently stuffing yourself on.

Face burning in mortification, you stopped touching your cunt, which embarrassingly twitched at the rush of shame that overwhelmed you.

“L-Liv!” You rushed out, though it was muffled with cookies, crumbs flying out of your mouth. Said boy’s eyes seemed to rake over your frame. From your full cheeks to the hand on your swollen gut and to the one settled in the front of your undone pants. Your stomach chose that moment to gurgle loudly, forcing you to muffle a burp.

With a horrified blush on his face and a squeaked out, “s-sorry,” Liv slammed the door shut and ran off to his room.

Fuck, Liv wasn’t even supposed to be home yet, he said he was going to a friend’s house to study after McDonald’s. Yet there he was, a moment ago, totally eyeing your bulging gut. He didn’t seem disgusted or particularly upset, just embarrassed.

You should not have found being caught as hot as you did.

That was so humiliating, getting caught stuffing yourself like a greedy piggy, showing Liv exactly how you’d gained so much weight recently. God, Liv probably thought you were such a freak, binging on junk food until you were almost sick and rubbing yourself off like a desperate slut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… ‘m such a fat freak,” you whined, swallowing your mouthful and quickly getting more. It was the last handful, four cookies total that you crammed into your gullet. Your other hand was frantic in how it touched you, fingering your pussy hard and fast, clit grinding against your palm wonderfully.

Liv was probably grossed out in a way, seeing his big brother let himself go so badly, watching you balloon due to your own gluttony. It officially made you the fat brother, made Liv the skinny one. You wondered if Liv would derive some sort of sick pleasure from that, from his perfect big brother ruining himself, leaving Liv to be the hot and fit one.

You sobbed in bliss, in humiliation as you neared orgasm. You were painfully close, painfully full as well. Fucking yourself faster, you blushed at the wet noises.

You swallowed the last of the cookies and cried out, belly cramping from how full it was. You rubbed at it, releasing an airy belch and moaning at the feeling of having more room.

You grabbed for the milk, taking a deep breath before chugging it. Looking down, you could see and feel your belly expand with each mouthful, gurgling painfully as it was bloated further. you whimpered around the last few mouthfuls, hand in your undone jeans moving faster, harder.

As you swallowed the last bit, you put the glass down, hand rushing to massage the ache of your glutted belly. Holy shit, you'd never been so full, so turned on in your life. Belching again, you released a mewl; such a gassy, fat slob.

Hand smacking your full, ballooned belly, you shook it, delighting in the fact that it barely jiggled due to how bloated you were. Your mind flashed back to your friends joking about your inflating waistline, your professor’s concern, your parent’s disgust, Liv’s mortified look…

You sobbed, “so embarrassing!” Your hand sped up, the one on your belly gripping tighter. With a loud cry and the slurred words of, “‘m such a fat pig,” you came, squirting onto your hand, pussy gushing slick everywhere.

You were clenched tight, clit twitching and cunt burning hot, the heat in your belly overwhelming. Everything felt so good. You rubbed yourself through your orgasm, keening and whimpering the whole time.

Falling back onto the bed, you let out a few burps, moaning dumbly. “Fuck, ‘m turning into such a fatty, such a greedy piggy…” Your own words riled you up again, your clit twitching. Smacking your swollen belly, you laughed.

The night was far from over.

You spent hours getting yourself off and rubbing your aching, overfull tummy. At one point, you'd tried to button your pants over your belly and found that you couldn’t, which sent you into another horny tizzy. The fact that you went over your daily recommended calories was also too much for you to handle. By the end of the night, you were so worn out, you barely had the energy to clean up before plopping into bed.

It would turn out that you'd gained 2 pounds from your all-day stuffing. And soon, you were touching yourself like it was the last time you'd do so.

Liv and you were awkward for a bit, unable to meet each other’s eyes, but things smoothed out pretty quickly. Maybe Liv didn’t think you were too weird. It made you happy to know your brother accepted… this.

It was exciting, knowing you would be supported in this way. And seeing the results of your efforts in your daily life was intoxicating. From your personal to social life, everything was changing with every pound you put on. You couldn’t wait to see where it all led you.