Did it even make sense to call this a movie? Maury wasn’t sure, because so far, there was no plot, there was no…nothing. The title had rolled, and after that, it was just clips and pictures of all of these massively fat men–almost all of them eating something. It was stupid, whatever it was…but he couldn’t quite get his hand to go to the player and eject the disk. Still…he had to get rid of this. If the other guys saw him watching this, what would they think of him? It was…weird, right? So he forced his hand towards the player, but he couldn’t get one of his fingers to hit the stop or eject button because he had a death grip on the doughnut in his hand.
Where had he even gotten that? He tore his eyes away from the screen for a moment, towards the snack bar off to the side, and sure enough, there were several boxes of doughnuts there, just begging to be eaten. If…If he ate it, then he’d have a free hand to stop the player, right? He pushed the pasty into his mouth, chowing down on it, chased it with a glug of soda he’d gotten from the fridge nearby, and then got another doughnut–too late to remember that he should have stopped the disc first. Still…why stop it, really? It was kind of relaxing, right? He should…get a bunch of snacks, and sit on the couch, and just…watch for a while. He hurried to the snack bar and loaded up his arms, trying to be quick so he wouldn’t miss anything, and then went back to the couch and plopped down on it, just as Brett and Nate rounded the corner, and peeked into the room, drawn by the odd sounds coming from the TV, which sounded…almost like porn.
It wasn’t porn though–both of them were confused as to why Maury was sitting there, stuffing his face, eyes glued to the screen and watching other fat men stuff themselves as well, most of them without shirts, showing off their huge, overflowing guts. “M-Maury? What are you watching?”
“It’s a movie called Flabulous! It’s awesome you guys, come on–have a seat, there’s plenty to eat.”
Neither Brett nor Nate were really interested in watching a video with a bunch of clips of men eating…but now that they were watching it, they were a bit hungry. What was the harm in a little snack, after all? Brett and Nate sat down on the couch with Maury, both of them eating idly, more and more, all of them losing track of just how much food they were shoving into their guts, none of them listening to their guts growling, the belches they were throwing off–and how their shirts were all starting to ride up slightly, as they ate.
Soon, the men on the screen were naked, many of them jacking off, sometimes even being fed by other men on the screen, who were usually fat as well. Maury suggested that Brett focus on feeding him for a bit, and then looked over at Nate, stroking his cock, his chest and small gut covered in food, and told him he had a different snack for him–a better snack, and with a bit of suggestion, Nate was between Maury’s legs, sucking his cock, drinking down his cum and whatever morsels fell down near his mouth–which was quite a lot, in fact.
The movie kept playing, hour after hour, the men on the screen growing bigger, their feeding more and more gluttonous and perverse. Maury began slathering himself with food, making his two friends eat it off his body while they worshipped him, his thin, athletic frame now lost under a hefty gut and large moobs, his ass widening as well. The only breaks any of them took was to go to the bathroom, to flush their soda piss down the urinal, but none of them needed to shit, for some reason. It seemed like everything they were eating was being instantly metabolized into fat–and none of them noticed a thing wrong with any of it–especially not Maury, who was quickly becoming the leader and instigator, encouraging his two friends to focus on feeding him more and more–and it showed.
The movie played for a full day, and the three men stayed awake for the whole time, never sleeping a moment until the screen went black, and all three of them collapsed in exhaustion. It was the next morning when they all started to wake up, and look at the room around them, which they’d destroyed in their feeding frenzy. Maury was still on the couch–all five hundred pounds of him at this point, His clothes ripped and tattered around him. Brett still had on his underwear–barely. His briefs were stretched tight across his three hundred pound frame, and the waistband was starting to tear apart when he rolled over, yawned, and belched. Nate was in a similar condition, around 300 pounds, blinking blearily, trying to understand how he and his two friends had all packed on so much weight in just a single day. He…wanted to panic, but that soothing hum in the air helped him keep his cool.
It was all going to be ok–after all, the three of them were…flabulous now, right? Yeah! Super flabulous, just how…how they’d always wanted to be. Looking at Maury, still snoozing, Nate couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, and hoped one day he’d be as large as his friend was now too.
“Jesus…what the fuck happened to us?” Brett said, hefting up his gut, “I…Did we just eat for two straight days?”
“Fuck, still kind of hungry,” Nate muttered, “Anybody want breakfast?”
“Breakfast sounds great,” Maury said, “Why don’t you go cook us something man. I think I’ll just…sit here for a bit longer.”
“No, guys, fucking listen to me. This isn’t fucking right–and where in the hell is Rich? Have you guys seen him at all since we got here?”
Both Maury and Nate looked at each other, and then at Brett. It was…worrisome, they supposed, but what were they supposed to do about it exactly? The hum in the room got a bit louder, and Maury shook his head. “No–this is dumb. It’s time for breakfast. Brett, go cook something for me–and make plenty of it.”
Brett…knew he should do what Maury told him to do. He had to do what Maury told him to do. He was…the biggest, after all. Being the biggest came with certain…benefits, like being in charge. But this was still wrong–he knew it, and he had to try and do something about it.
What does Brett do?
- He gives in, and spends the morning cooking breakfast like a good friend.
- He keeps arguing with Nate and Maury, until they have to punish him.
- He secretly searches the house for Rich’s whereabouts.
- He secretly searches for clothes, so he can escape.
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