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150 Pounds Overnight (Part One)
| As Greg Sampson woke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into some kind of fat pig. He lay on his huge thick back, and if he lifted his head a little, could see his monstrous curved stomach, domed so high that the bed could hardly stay put. “What’s happened to me?”, he thought, It was not a dream. His room, rather too large, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. Greg looked over to his wardrobe where he had put his clothes for today, considering how he would fit into the 28 inch waist athletic shorts. He focused his eyes once again upon his ridiculously corpulent frame, and heaved his arms to squish his belly. When he had went to sleep last night, he had possessed a chiselled chest, now he couldn’t even feel his muscle. With some effort, Greg pulled himself up and sat on this side of his bed, it was now that he noticed he was naked, his pants had split in the night from his unbelievable expansion. Greg looked down at his stomach, which fell between his tree trunk thighs and wobbled when he slapped it. As he noticed that it was hanging far over his crotch, it rumbled and he was overcome by a fever of insatiable hunger. Struggling to his feet, Greg went to his mini-fridge and grabbed all six protein bars that lay within, shoving them down his throat as fast as he could unwrap them. <BR> Greg looked in the mirror, he almost broke down, he was obese; very, very fat. “Christ”, he mumbled to himself, “I’m fatter than Jake”. Jake was Greg’s brother, two years older than him at 20, he weighed 280 pounds and was a full two inches taller than Greg. Although both boys were awfully spoiled by their parents, Greg in particular was the favourite, he had just gotten applied to the best university in the country and was an excellent athlete, while Jake had bombed out of college and now lived at home, following in the footsteps of his overindulgent parents by eating too much and moving too little, he had gained over one hundred pounds in the last four years. The money Greg’s parents earned from their restaurant and his father’s car dealership meant that Greg always in the best designer clothes, drove a Mercedes convertible to school and always had the latest iPhone, yet his extremely fast metabolism had always prevented him from gaining weight. Coupled with exercise, this allowed him to eat more than his brother. <BR> “Greg?”, his mother called from outside his door, “Aren’t you ready for school?”. Greg cursed to himself and tried desperately to find something to wear that would cover his obesity. He could hear his brother eating breakfast downstairs with his parents in front of the TV, so crept along the corridor to his parents’ room, his heavy footsteps making more noise than he was accustomed to. He opened his dad’s wardrobe and tried on one of his boxer shorts. They were a little loose but he wasn't in a position to argue. He put on a hoodie and his dad’s pair of black jeans, from a time far in his father’s youth, and walked downstairs. Needless to say his guise was not in the least bit convincing. The jaws of every member of the family dropped into their food as Greg walked into the lounge. There was a very long pause, as they stared in amazement at a young man who had gained nearly one hundred and fifty pounds in one night. <BR> His mother spoke first, “What, what…”, Greg sighed, his mother became assertive, “Greg, you cannot, you must not leave the house today”. Greg was unsurprised, his parents cared a great deal about their standing in the community and would have a hard time explaining how their prodigal son had become an obese pig overnight. Jake burst out laughing, unable to contain both his surprise and his relief, the schadenfreude was overwhelming. Greg’s dad heaved himself up, his huge stomach rippling as he bellowed, “Jake, stop. Greg, what on earth has happened?”. Greg was completely unable to explain, anyway, all he could think about was his burning stomach and the pain between his thighs. Greg decided to play it nonchalantly, actually quite pleased that he wouldn't have to go to school today. Greg’s usual breakfast was toast and eggs, but today he fancied something a little more substantial. He called his mother to make him a full english breakfast, she walked into the kitchen, still reeling from her son’s transformation. <BR> Greg’s father Richard thought for a moment, still standing in the same place, with Jake on the sofa finishing his toast. Jake broke his thought, “How much do you think he weighs?” he said. Greg’s father didn’t know. I mean, Greg was fatter than his elder, taller brother, but a way away from his father’s formidable 370 pounds. Richard replied “About 300”. Jake had finished his breakfast, and remarked “Jesus”, as he chewed his last mouthful. Greg’s parents went to work in a daze, unable to comprehend what had happened. Jake walked into the kitchen and saw his brother eating almost robotically from a plate piled high with fried bread, sausages, bacon, beans and chips. Jake was pleased that his brother’s weight would detract from his own huge weight gain in the past four years. Comments from his friends had pressured him into trying to lose weight, yet he never could, he wouldn’t look so fat compared to his brother now. Greg stood up, his stomach jiggling under the hoodie, which was stained with his breakfast. “Where you going fatso?”, Jake said. “To weigh myself”, Greg replied gravely. Greg walked up the wide, sweeping staircase of his house, moving more slowly than his brother, his body even more unaccustomed to the new weight. <BR> He stepped on the scale and looked down. Belly. Jake laughed, and explained that he had this problem too, Jake read off the numbers from the scales disbelievingly. “Three hundred and eighteen pounds”. The morning before Greg had weighed 170. Thoughts raced through Greg’s head, fuck, what was he going to do? He had to lose it, and fast, he thought about how much the guys would take the piss when they saw him, about how many times he’d complained about his fatass brother and father to them. Who was the fatass now? “Hmm”, reflected Greg, “Maybe it’s this hoodie”. Greg removed his hoodie, the numbers remained the same but Jake’s face didn’t. Jake looked like he didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or cry, observing his brother’s thick arms, the rolls on his sides and the two strained man boobs which crowned the soft, hanging globe of fat that was his stomach. Without saying a word, the two boys both went downstairs to watch TV. As was customary in the Sampson household, they brought snacks to eat while doing so. Jake stuffed his pockets with two chocolate bars and a bag of chips, as well as a can of diet Pepsi. Just a day earlier, Greg would have done the same, this time however, he brought two entire packets of biscuits, a bag of chips and a bag of Haribos, as well as a can of Pepsi. <BR> Six days later, Greg’s parents had finally come to terms with his massive change. It had affected the eating habits of the whole family. His mother’s vain attempts to keep under three hundred pounds looked set to fail and his father was on the trajectory to ballooning past his all time highest weight of 390 pounds. As for the two brothers, both Greg and Jake were eating more than they had even six days ago, after the change, yet Greg consumed substantially more, fuelled primarily by his mother’s trip to Costco to satisfy the demands of her growing son. Greg asked if he could invite a few friends over, as he had been off school all week with a combination of ankle pain and desperate attempts to lose weight. His mother became uncharacteristically strict and declared that he could invite only one friend over. Greg let out a heavy sigh, and thought about which of his friends to invite over. Greg realised that only his best friends would be able to deal with it maturely, the rest of the jocks were all children. It was between Pietro and Jordan. Jordan would be able to help him lose weight, as he was a fitness trainer down at the gym, but Greg remembered the horrible things he had said about the fat people he’d coached. No, it had to be Pietro. <BR> Pietro knocked on the door, Jake got up and answered it, taking him to the kitchen table and telling him to sit down. Pietro was the biggest jock, a mix of muscle and fat made him wide and strong, he sat down, his thick belly resting on his strong thighs. Greg said hey from behind the door, and told Pietro to close his eyes. Pietro obeyed and Greg stood in front of him. “Open”, said Greg. “Oh man!” said Pietro, “What the fuck?!”. “Yeah”, said Greg used to the feeling. Pietro tried to comfort Greg, telling him he’d lose it in no time. Jake wasn’t so sure, his brother had eaten at least twice as much as he had this week, and with just forty pounds between them, it was clearly not natural. Pietro and Greg talked about the weight gain for a while, then settled down to play video games and watched a movie. Greg gorged on cookies and doughnuts while Pietro watched in disbelief. “Is it really that bad?”, Greg asked. “Yes”, said Pietro, “You’re clearly obese and your breathing is crazy heavy”. Pietro edged closer to Greg, wiping the cream from his mouth and looking in his eyes he began to laugh. “Get off!” said Greg, as he realised Pietro was touching his man boob. Pietro began to laugh, “Not my fault you’ve got C cups!”. After Greg’s parents were home, Pietro left. “Bye, see you soon, oh and, keep this to yourself eh?”, said Greg. “Sure man”, said Pietro as he stepped onto the drive, seeing Greg’s stomach jiggle as he stepped up back into the house. The door closed behind him. Pietro felt his dick, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hard. | |
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