#grow my moobs

[bigfatbob4you]

[fatboysoftie]

Lil pizza stuffing and lil burps🫶✨

(Also I forgot to take photos of my belly before I ate so for comparison the photos with the black shorts are from this morning on an empty belly)

[darkdecadenthog]

I knew these are feeling heavier lately but... I didn't think they had got THAT much more rounded 😳 also it is a crying shame someone isn't sucking these until they are swollen and sore

[munchiesmonster]

I had a chance and it was at a perfect height..

[bigfatbob4you]

Dream Three Day Weekend

You feed me, stuffing me until I can't move, as I lay, bloated and panting on the couch. Then you rub all over my body -- my flabby moobs, my enormous taut belly, tracing my stretch marks, jiggling my chins and my love handles, making my thighs wobble as you tease me for how grotesquely obese and out of shape I've become... Then I doze off for an hour, and when I wake up, you're there, with a fresh platter of snacks to stuff into me, as we repeat the process over and over.

[pamperthemplump2reborn]

Same shirt as my profile pic…

[ihatemakingusernames]

Just not-so-patiently waiting for a fat boy in women's lingiere to come crashing into my life.

I just want man boobs in lace and corsets. Why is this so hard to find?? 😩

[thatfatfriend]

donut stuffing p2

so I may have greatly underestimated the amount of support my donut stuffing challenge would get and need to eat about 60 donuts, due to this I will split it up into 3 different stuffing of 20 each. 1 of which is already complete!

[bigfatbob4you]

Fatten me up, baby...

I want to wake up to the sound of the door opening, hearing you giggle as you walk toward the bed carrying enough breakfast for half a dozen people. You look so cute, and you know I can’t resist you. “Do you expect me to eat all of that?” I ask. You smirk. “Of course, sweetie. You’re still skinny. We need to fix that. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you finish EVERY. LAST. BITE." And good to your word, you do. After a month of our weekend breakfast feasts, I'll step on the scale. "40 POUNDS IN A MONTH?" I'll exclaim. "How did that happen?" I'll ask, as if the answer is not obvious. You come up behind me, struggling to get your arms even halfway around my burgeoning belly, tracing my new stretch marks with your fingers. "Silly boy...did you think that our breakfast feasts wouldn't leave a trace? But don't you worry...this is just the beginning..." Good to your word, I maintained that gain into the next month, then the following month. Weekend breakfast became an all-day affair, the end of the week that we both looked forward to. We'd start on Friday night, then we started taking Friday half days. We moved from solid food to liquid, as you filled up my gut with all manner of delicious faty creations that you whipped up. In no time at all, I'd gone from a chunky 200 pounds to 450 pounds, and a whole new wardrobe. Nothing from my past came even close to fitting, though we'd trying things on now and again just to see how fat I'd gotten. You made sure to buy clothes a couple of sizes up -- "room to grow," you'd say with a sexy little smile. Before long, I'd crested 500 pounds, and we both took off two weeks to celebrate. Little did I know that you took off an extra week, to prepare, and boy did you ever. I'd already turned into an obese flabby glutton who was constantly snacking, but for two weeks, you kept me at the edge of stuffed, constantly topping me off, rubbing my belly, doing whatever you had to do to either make more room or convince me to eat just a bit more.

And I loved it. As much as you loved me fat and loved fattening me, I was equally enraptured. I wanted to get bigger, fatter, to add more blubbery to my belly, to make my moobs five times larger than your boobs, to get my calves, much less my thighs, to touch. I hadn't seen my feet in ages, and I didn't plan to see them every again...

When the week was over, we made a promise -- that every night, after work, I'd eat everything you put out until YOU were full. After a year, well, the results -- the results were incredible. We'd added over FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS of lard to my body. There wasn't a part of me that wasn't soft and covered in flab. To move any part of my body was to set a small earthquake of blubber in motion. As I waddled to the scale to confirm the 700 pounds plus that I now weighed, you stopped me, looking into my eyes, and kissed me, hard and deep. "Beg for more," you whispered. And just like every night, I smiled, and said the three words that are the foundation of our relationship and our love. "Make." "Me." "Fatter."

[fattystoriez]

Cursed Pigs

Content Warning: Incest, Weigh Gain, Homophobia, Misogyny

Mason was about to go on a date with his girlfriend, he sent a snap to his story to show off his body. Mason was a sophomore in college, he loved to workout, he’s the type of man who could easily steal your girlfriend.

Mason was an arrogant asshole who didn’t care who he was mean to, he was as homophobic as it gets, genuinely being disgusted by gay men. If any girl he dated had a gay best friend he’d force her to drop him, and they’d always listen because he was extremely good in bed. He hated fat people the most, found fat women to be disgusting and fat men to be pathetic. He learned all of this from his father of course, who he was on his way to visit for Labor Day weekend. His father was a muscular daddy type, if Mason had been in his 40s they could be twins.

He couldn’t wait to meet his dad for Labor Day, he and his father and they were planning on going camping. Mason had gotten home and called out for his dad. “

“Dad! I’m home!” Mason walked into the living room where the tv was on and his dad was in his cushioned arm chair, but his dad looked different. His dad had become fat, his once muscular body had been covered in blubber. There was a thick musk in the room, and he was just in underwear that had been clearly stained with cum and piss.

“Dad what the fuck happened to you, when did you become a fatass?!” Masons dad said nothing, instead he let out a rank fart. Frrrrrbbbbttt. “Oh god dad that reeks!” Mason didn’t realize what was on the tv, it was playing a weird sound and as Mason looked closer there were fat fags feeding each other with junk food. “Dad what the fuck are you watching?? What’s wrong with you!” As Mason yelled his minds started to feel numb, he started watching the TV and taking his shirt off.

A drip of drool started to fall from Mason mouth as he watched the fat men stiff each other with doughnuts, cake and burgers. He watched as the fat men started getting fatter, he was feeling hungry. “D-dad… what’s happening?” His dad continued to stay silent as he rubs his stinky crotch. Masons body started to soften, all of the hard work he had put into his muscles was being wasted.

The softening of his body continued, a feeling that was foreign to Mason. “You’re started to look good, boy” Masons father finally said something, his voice had gained a southern twang, which made no sense since they were from Jersey. Mason had a hard time getting his words out, he tried really hard to protest, but his cock was starting to stiffen.

“Da- daddy please… what’s happening?” Mason’s belly started to hang over his waistband, his chest was quickly becoming plump moobs. His v-line has become a u-line. “I-I’m getting fat… daddy why am I talking l-like a fag-got…” Mason grabbed his fattening belly, causing him to moan.

Masons body began to become covered in body hair, where he use to shave regularly, now he looks like he’s never seen a razor. A piercing formed into his nipple, his dad got up and tugged on it. “Smell my musk, boy” Mason’s daddy groped his moobs and played his with sons growing belly. “Mmmm your cock is getting covered in fat, boy. Fat boys don’t get big cocks, you know that piggy.”

Mason reached down and felt that his once 8.5in cock shrunken down to a 3in nub. Fat was swallowing his body and Mason fought with the urge to run and the urge to worship his daddy’s smelly cock. Mason was starting to get smellier and smellier, BO and musk emanating from his body.

Masons transformation was almost over, as his daddy played with his fat belly his brain was becoming foggier and foggier. His cock a useless nub that he can’t use to fuck bitches anymore. The misogynistic muscle head was gone and was replaced by a slobby, stinky fat pig.

What Mason didn’t know was that his father had pissed off a fatass on twitter, and she cursed him and his jock son to be fatass faggots. Because of her, Mason and his daddy were closer than ever before… and they could no longer spew ignorance because they were too busy shoving food into their mouths.

[darkdecadenthog]

It's a crying shame these arent being sucked on or played with 😢

[ihatemakingusernames]

"Look what you've done to me!"

He said, staring down at the pile of fat on his lap. His gut had expanded nearly enough to cover the entirety of it... If he sucked in, sometimes, he could still see the tips of his knees.

His hands moved from the soft, doughy, lard of his gut to fondle his enormous breasts. That's what they were now, breasts. They had to be. They were far too large, and almost too feminine, to be referred to as moobs. His hands gripping the fat, were almost swallowed by the sheer amount of flesh that hung from his obese frame.

He no longer had much of a neck. His chins turned to rolls resting on top of his fat encased shoulders. His arms, huge, soft, and dimpled with cellulite. Shockingly, he didn't have many rolls there. His skin looked like it had been inflated with soft, jiggling fat, that filled them out evenly, like pillows.

His legs were massive. Wider than my waist, and continually growing. You could tell at one point his calves might have been muscular, having to carry around all that weight, but they had been consumed by a thick layer of firm fat. Taut, but still jiggly when he lumbered down the hallway. His thighs? Oh his thighs were exquisite. Enormous and soft. Wide and wobbly, with that fat roll up on the top that if you looked too quick you might mistake for his fat pad. Almost obscene until you realize what you're looking at.

Then, if you could figure out how to heave his gut out of the way, there it was. The watermelon sized blob that sat over his dick. It had been at least a hundred pounds since you could see his piggy cock peeking out from beneath it. It was swallowed now, beneath the weight of his greed, but, not to worry, his lust was still satiated on a regular basis. His body was his Fleshlight. You could see the entirety of him sway and wobble when thrusted against himself. His moans infectious, you could see the pleasure rake across his bloated face as he gorged himself on yet another meal... that to you or I, would be a feast.

Yes, I did encourage him. Feed him. Bring him food. But it was he who agreed to eat. He who begged to be stuffed. And he, who on a particularly submissive night, would whine and plead to grow fatter... For me.

[gottagetpig]

God, i can't get over how hedonistically wonderful it feels just letting go of any pretence of self-control. How good if it feels to see my weight climb higher and higher as i grow like the spoiled corpulent fatty i am. Feeling my moobs grow more pronounced, my belly surging out with soft grabbable fat as i grow fatter and more demanding. My flabby thighs so soft and squishy need to be worshipped  just like the rest of me, every inch of fat deserving to be felt, squeezed, and made bigger. With each decadent feast i let myself go hog wild, i can feel my body grow that bit softer, my clothes that much tighter. The addictive euphoria I feel as my thighs and ass strain against my jeans, my belly slowly peeking out from whatever top it's constrained in... each piece of clothing eventually destined to tear, burst, or otherwise be beaten by my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't stop myself from stuffing my fat face whenever i can. All the while, i take up more space like a greedy pig. Going to fast food joints repeatedly,  some even giving me extra knowing im just such an insatiable hog and deserve more...

Mmn i need so much more...my body needs to be swathed in more and more lard. Huge greedy fat belly flowing forward as i waddle over to the fridge, wheezing as i reach the door and stun the delivery boy with my heft as i greedily take the stacks of fastfood i ordered, destined to end up cultivating more and more soft rolls. thighs so squishy and large they could make trees jealous with their sheer girth, huge rear brushing against the sides of the hall, getting stuck in each doorway. Shocking who ever sees my ever growing body as it grows fat enough to break chairs...then sofas...then beds as i continue to spiral further into decadent gluttony, my body an ever growing shrine of lard, needing to be worshipped...

[bigification]

Bear Darts

"Yes! They finally came in." I say in excitement as I pick up a package in front of my dorm. I rush inside and rip open the package. 8 small darts with a weird green liquid inside and a bamboo tube. "There's no way they actually work right?" The website seemed so legit and the concept seemed too good to be true. "Guaranteed to transform any man into a certified bear." Was the tag line. I am tempted to jab one of them into my arm right now, but I'm too nervous. What if it's just poison or something? I should at least test it out, it'll be fun anyway.

I stuff the darts and the bamboo into my bag and head to campus. Who to start with? Mr. Henderson could be a good option. I don't like him so if it goes wrong I don't care, and he's pretty scrawny so I'll be able to see any difference. I decide to head to Mr. Henderson's office, figuring he'll be a good test run.

On the way, I come across a raccoon rummaging through garbage in an alley, and an idea sparks through my mind. If it's that harmful, it would hurt a raccoon, so I might as well test them out. I pull out a dart and the bamboo and head into the alley. I slot the dart into the end of the bamboo, line up the shot, and blow as hard as I can. I hear the swoosh of the dart piercing the wind. The dark hits the raccoons back and it barely reacts, as if it's just a measly mosquito bite. The green liquid drains out of the dart, and I wait for a reaction. It doesn't take long for the animal to start twitching. It's hard to tell in the shadow of the alley, but my kind went straight to the worst, it was poisonous. But then I saw its body change shape. It wasn't much, but its scrawny limbs grew thicker, its belly grew rounder, and its grubby little paws grew larger. By the end, it still resembled a raccoon, just larger and meatier than you'd expect a raccoon to be. Could this be real? I continue watching as the raccoon resumes its normal activities.

I let out a chuckle in excitement at what was yet to come. I walk back out of the alley and speed walk to Mr. Henderson's office, this was gonna be good. The website said results may vary depending on what the person looked like before the transformation, and based on other things like genetics. Essentially it's random. But I was still hoping to see Mr. Henderson with a big hairy gut spilling out of his shirt.

I finally make it to his office and I slowly open his door just a sliver. He's standing in the middle of the room, looking over at the wall to the left of the door. I feel confident enough that he's not able to see the door from the way he's looking. I look over to see he's very concentrated on a bunch of photos hung up on the wall, which makes sense as he's a photography prof.

I take a mental image of the prof before I line up the shot, so I can compare the before and after in my mind. He's got buzz cut and a bushy salt and pepper beard. His frame is quite skinny but I can see a little bit of a belly and moobs under his shirt. That shirts definitely not doing him any favours, I wonder what it will look like on him after. His arms and legs are scrawny, with little fat or muscle on them. He's also wearing some camo shorts.

Now with his image locked in my head, I prepare a dart and like up the shot. Same with the raccoon, I blow as hard as I can and the dart lodges into the side of his belly. He flinches for a moment, but then stops in places. I can see his muscle twitching, as if they're cramping and freezing him in place. It all happens so quickly. It starts with his belly. His small belly grows in waves of soft fat, each wave packing dozens of pounds. Each wave makes his gut jiggle more and more as it grows rounder and rounder. His gut and his love handles spill over his waistline as his shirt rides up, revealing a stretched out belly button. Soon enough, it appears as though he stuffed a small beach ball into his stomach with how large it is. Though it is soon complemented by a growing pair of soft moobs. If what he had before were moobs, he now has full on man tits. They're soft and round, pressing tightly against his shirt. I can even see his nipples harden under the shirt. Next to fall is his ass. His once flat derriere quickly plumped up similar to his belly. Waves of fat perked up his ass as it threatened to rip through his shorts. The button on his pants popped off and flung across the office in dramatic fashion, leaving his fly wide open. His arms and his legs thickened slightly as a layer of fat covered them, though they stayed quite skinny in proportion to his body. Also, in the process, his beard had grown out and became almost all grey.

The entire time I could feel my dick riding up into my waist band. This was so much hotter than I expected it to be. I want to go in there and get my hands on that fatass so bad, but I have to have restraint. His muscles have stopped twitching and he seems back in control, though he still seems laser focused on the wall of photos. He reaches to scratch his belly and seems a bit shocked at the fact that he's scratching skin rather than shirt. "Huh, I coulda sworn this fit yesterday, musta shrunk in the wash." He shrugs, completely oblivious to the changes his body had just gone through. I don't know if I find it more or less hot that he seems to not care that he's a fatass. I don't have time to think about it though, as he starts to turn towards the door. I quickly grab my bag and run. I'll get to see him for photography class tomorrow anyway.

I think about who I want to hit next. I've got 6 darts left and plenty of profs on my list. Now that it seems safe, I'm more willing to go for profs I like. So I think one of the hottest prof off the top of my head. Mr. Ahmed. God he's hot. He's got perfectly toned skin, a thick black beard, and beautiful eyes. The only thing is he's quite skinny, and I like my men thick. So this is the perfect opportunity, and his office is close by.

I arrive at his office and see him just on his phone. My mouth salivates as I think about what I'm gonna do to him. I pull out a dart and shoot it. It lands right into his biceps and the green liquid rapidly drains from the dart. My hand instinctively drifts to my crotch as I wait in anticipation.

He froze in place, just like Henderson. But this time it started from his arm instead of his belly, it must be from wherever the dart hits. His once skinny arm swells, ripping his sleeve in the process. His forearm followed suit, growing a thick pelt of hair in the process as his delicate hand grew into a monstrous man hand. The transformation continued into his shoulders, then to his chest. His shoulders broadened, pushing his small shirt to its limits. Then his suddenly exploded outward, tearing straight through what was left of his shirt. Thick muscles now lay under thick man tits as they hand over his stomach. His already thick chest hair became more dense as his nipples grew large and sensitive. His other arm quickly grew just as large as the first, evening out his hulking body. His exposed belly went from flat to large and rotund in a matter of seconds, though it remained quite solid from strong muscle that grew below it. His gut befell a similar fate to the rest of his body, being covered in a layer of dark hairs.

His lower half quickly grew to match his upper half. Fat and muscle flooded into his ass and thighs until his dress pants ripped in dramatic fashion, leaving him in nothing but his extremely tight underwear, leaving little to the imagination. The legs continued to grow, and his feet seemed to grow at least five sizes, busting out of his shoes. Finally his facial features began to change. The rather young professor looked as if he aged 15 years in just moments as wrinkles and blemishes riddled his face, and his hairline receded slightly. His face also seemed to become a bit chubbier, matching his hulking gut.

He finally unfroze, seeming unfazed by changes in his body. He reached to stretch some of his muscles, I'm sure they're sore after such an intense transformation. But he quickly realized his lack of clothing and left to a backroom to find some. The idea that he wouldn't be able to find any clothes that remotely fit him made it all the more hot for me, but I got out before I got caught.

I was on top of the world, there was no way I would stop now. I thought about who to find next, and the choice seemed obvious. Mr. Salim, how could I forget the health and fitness prof. Ive never had him, but damn it is tempting to take a fitness class just to get to look at him more. He kinda looked like Mr. Ahmed but buff, cocky, and far more charming.

I quickly made it to the fitness building and found his office. I peaked in and saw him working out with his earbuds in, this was my shot. Without hesitation I load a dart and shoot. I chuckle quietly as I see the dart lodge into his ass. He goes to scratch his ass but fails to notice the dart, soon after he drops his weights and freezes in place. His already perky ass grows slightly, but not as much as I'd expect. Still enough to pants ride down his ass a bit, revealing a bright blue jockstrap. Of course Mr. Salim would wear a jockstrap. His thighs grow significantly, bulging with muscle to the point of ripping his pants. The rest of his legs follow suit, growing thick calves and massive feet.

I can see under his shirt that his waist is tightening up, which is surprising given that he's the first one to not get fat. A little disappointing if you ask me, but I'm not disliking what I see so far. His shoulders broaden and his chest puffs out, ripping right through his shirt. His arms nearly double in size, making his look like a bodybuilder as his hands grow to match. His face seemed to age as some of his hair turned grey. As he aged, his already hairy body became even more so, covering most of his body in thick salt and pepper hair. Even his stubble grew out into a thick silver beard.

Mr. Salim put down his weights, got up, and walked to the mirror in his office. He turned so he could see his ass in the mirror and snapped a photo.

A part of me was hoping to see him become a fat slob, something about fat gym teachers always got me going. But I certainly wouldn't complain about this view.

The health and fitness building is right beside geography and history, so I should head there. I try to think of a teacher I've had in this department. Maybe Mr. Smith? I had him for first year history and he's hot, I just remember him being a bit weird. That doesn't matter, I'm already on my way to his office.

I peak through his door and see him focused on his computer, perfect timing. I load a dart and shoot it. It hits him in the side of his thigh. Within moments I can see his jeans struggling to contain his growing legs. His jeans become even tighter as fat fills his ass, creating a loud pop sound as his belt snaps off.

His slim torso expands until he has a thick muscle gut and love handles that spill over his jeans. His chest grows into two strong but soft looking pecs that are impossible to miss through his tight shirt. His arms explode with muscle, making it look like they're gonna rip his sleeves. Finally his face fattens up a bit as a short beard covers his soft jawline.

Mr. Smith leans back in his chair and crossed his arms over his tank of a gut.

It wasn't what I expected for Mr. Smith to be honest. I expected him to turn into a big fat history teacher, but he is hotter as a muscle chub. As I'm watching, he goes to unzip his jeans. He whips out his massive dick and starts to jerk off. Damn I didn't expect Mr. Smith to be packing that, but maybe it's a side effect of the darts. I keep watching until he swivels his chair in my direction, I can't risk being caught so I leave.

I look at my watch and realize I've lost track of time, I have a math class right now. I run across the campus to my math class and quietly sit at the back of the theatre.

I quickly get bored and wonder if I should hit Mr. Derrick with a dart in the middle of the lecture. It's risky but I'm bored so fuck it. I pull out the dart and try to shoot it as quietly as possible and it hits him square in the stomach. Mr. Derrick is a very scrawny man, so I'm curious about how it's gonna effect him.

As soon as he gets hit, he stops talking and freezes in place, but weirdly enough, no one in the class seems to notice. The man's skinny body explodes with fat. At first he grows a small pot belly, then a sizable beer belly, then it settles as a giant ball gut that looks like he stuffed a beach ball down his button up. I'm surprised his shirt has ripped yet. His chest grows two man tits that are visible through his shirt. The sleeve of his jacket starts to look like stuffed sausages as his fat arms fill out all the space in them. The man's thighs thicken until his pants start to rip and his fat ass causes his fly to rip open. Finally his clean shaven face grows a thick brown beard.

He continued the lecture as if nothing had happened. His lack of awareness of his body makes even more hot. I can't believe he ended up that fat, I can see his gut spill out of his shirt each time he reaches up. And every part of his body bounces when he walks around. Eventually he ended up sitting down for the second half of the lecture, and he was often out of breath from just talking.

Once the lecture is over, I walk up to the front of the theatre and talk to Mr. Derrick.

"Hey, I've been struggling keeping up with the material lately, I was wondering if we could have a one on one session?" I ask him.

"Oh ya for sure, just come by during my office hours and I'd be happy to help." He responds. The man is practically panting at this point and I can see the sweat start to drench his beard.

"By the way, I don't think that shirt fits you anymore sir." I say just to make him uncomfortable. He just looks down, blushes, and runs off. Hobbling as fast as he can out of the theatre.

I got two darts left, I should use them wisely. The only teacher I can think of right now is Mr. Brown. His voice is so deep and buttery but his body doesn't match it, he's really skinny. I think he'd be better off as a bear anyway.

I make my way to the athletics facility, I've had him for French and English class, so I know where to find him. He works out around this time most days, so I make my way to the gym. As I walk to the gym, I see him in the corner of my eye in the showers. He's turned away from me, so I quickly take my shot, hitting him in the back. His back muscles grow and become more defined before a thick layer of fat covered them and creates thick rolls down his back. His stomach grows into a sizable belly with a thick belly button. His chest expands, first to juicy pecs, but then they slowly soften into a pair of moobs. His traps grow as his shoulders broaden, I also notice that he's getting taller, like a lot taller. He was shorter than me, but now his head is well above the shower head. His arms grow to match the rest of his hulking body.

Next his ass widened and started to sag slightly under its own weight. His thighs thickened until they rubbed together and his feet grew from a size 11 to a monstrous size 20. I also noticed his dick grow to at least 10 inches, if not more. All the while he was still getting taller, by now his shoulders were above the shower head. Finally his facial features became softer and fatter as the hair on his head fell out, although his stubble grew into a thick black beard.

As the transformation ends, Mr. Brown reaches behind him and grabs the dart out of his back. He's the only one to have noticed it. He looks at the dart for a moment, then turns toward me. I try to duck behind the wall, but I think he saw me. I hide in one of the bathroom stalls until I hear him leave, with the size of that man, it's not hard to tell where he's walking.

Once I can't hear him anymore, I rush out of the stall and grab my bag. But just as I reach the door, I bump into Mr. Brown. He's waiting at the doorway with a small green towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's this?" He says holding up one of my darts. Interestingly enough, it's a full one. The one I shot him with should be empty, so that means. Oh no. I look through my bag, the last dart is gone. Before waiting for a response, Mr. Brown just grabs my arm and jabs the dart into it.

I feel frozen in place. My clothes feel tighter and tighter until I hear them rip. I feel the warmth of the locker room air touch my bare skin. I start to feel itchy all over my body as my perspective shifts higher and higher. I feel so strong. I feel like I've grown a foot in height, but I'm still at eye level with Mr. Browns chest.

I finally gain control of my body and look down at the damage. I have thick pecs and a little bit of a belly, all covered in hair. Thick arms and legs, also covered in hair, actually my entire body is now covered in hair. And the bulge in my underwear is massive.

I turn my attention back to Me. Brown.

"Where did you get these?" He asks in his deep intimating voice. I stutter for a moment. "I'm not gonna snitch, I just got a few people I want to use it on." Mr. Brown asks. My fear turns to excitement as I realize the damage Mr. Brown and I are gonna do together.