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tparker48 · 3 years ago

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Request for preyslave

"Hello ladies and gentlemen of the internet! Welcome back to your lovely broadcast of our favorite games, Can. You. Take. It! Today we have a very special guest for you tonight. Allow us to introduce you to our lucky volunteer that we flew across to be here today. Give it up for.." A panel would open open from the floor as pole lifted up from. At the top of it, you would be tied to the to its side as a blind fold covered over your eyes. "This little guy!" nothing but the sound of cheering welcomed your senses as your legs dangled in the air.

"Grg!...ghh!...ghg!"

"Ah ah ah, don't go and hurt yourself little one. They may be props, but that strings is a real stinker. Begin of stinkers, let's bring in our contestants. Tim, Lyan, come on down to the stage!" the two would make their way down as they came in nothing but there briefs. Tim was a very lean figure. A little skinny when it comes to size but more tone muscled. Lyan was more broader of the two as he had a little more muscle compared to ryan. But only slightly shorter as his head reached Tim's shoulders. "There they are, quite the contestants am I right folks? Now, here's the deal gents. The game of the goal is make this little guy tap out from your smells alone. The one who wins, they get a very special prize!"

"There is no way im participating in your games" you yelled into the open air

"Well then my little friend, you'd be missing out on your grand prize to"

"Prize?"

"Yes indeed. for your participation, you'll recieve your own pass to a jacuzzi all to yourself. A courtesy on being a volunteer" the announcer bellowed into the mic. He soon covered it over with a hand as he whispered over to the contestants.

"A jacuzzi huh?...mmm...fine, i'll play your game. But could you at least remove the blindfold off!"

"Why of course" he plucked the strap along the side of your head as before lifting it upward. The lights blinded your eyes, but soon adjusted themselves as they were my by the two contestants looming overhead. "Oh ho...they are...massive" you looked up nervously.

"Alright contestants, ready your positions. First round will be judged by...belches!" The pole would shift as you found yourself between their torso. The pole would soon rise you more into the air as the tip stopped along their lips. "The rules are simple, make him tap, and you win the match. Lyan, you're up first".

"Ho ho, i've been meanin to let's some air out of this tank" Lyan gasped in some air into his mouth as he forced it down to his stomach. A light groan followed along as his belly extended slightly towards. Taking in a couple of more, his belly bulge into the pole as he lightly pushed into your form. "Yeah, i'd that's enough.." He flexed his stomach more into you as you pushed into it. Its surface was squishy, but his abdomen stopped you hands from sinking further.

He soon leaned down partially, just enough for your upper half to be aligned with his lips before he opened his mouth. Only a rumble came from back of the throat, as you stared into his gullet and seen the muscles inside tighten and then loosen in its place. The rumble would sound return. But this time, a rush of air came from his mouth and onto the pole. The scent was warm as you breath washed over you.

"Oh what a mighty belch folks! Let's get a close in view of the little guy huh?"

The camera screen zoomed into you as you rocked your head from side to side. "Ooh I think my head is spinning.." You say as try to take a breath of fresh air.

"My my folks, the little one seems to be in a daze. How much points shall we give him.." The crowd shuffled through their cards before holding up a panel of 7's. "Perfect sevens? Now that's a pretty good start of the round. Give him a round of applause!" The announcer said as the crowd cheered behind him.

"Sorry, little dude. Body tends to do that to people" he pushed his belly against you as its girth squished into the pole. "One you'll learn eventually..." With a shift he made his belly slide off the pole. As he made his way to the sidelines

"What do you mean by tha-"

"Alright folks! Next up in the round we have Tim! Think he can out belch Lyan? Let's find out" the announced said. A shadow would then cast over you as the tall figure looked down below. His chin partial visible, but his eyes peered into you as he lowered himself down.

"I may not have the muscle work as the other guy, but I got my tricks" he took in an a couple of breath as he swallowed it down to his stomach. Its form would swell behinds his six pack as it tucked its surface into sides of his arms. There was a brief moment of silence as you both stared at each other. The sounds of his stomach churning up was silently there, but soon its presence grew louder as his neck began to flex. He opened his mouth and release the air from within. His neck would tighten before a rocky rumble came out. It was more softer compared to the one lyan gave you, but it's scent was more sour as the air flow into you like a breeze. You nostrils would flare as you shifted it from left to right, but no matter where you turned, the hot breath still lingered.

"Gah that wreaks! What did you even eat!" You say doing your best to clear your nostrils.

"Heh, had some veggies before I came here. By the look on your face, that seem to do the trick huh squirt" he tapped a finger on you as he ruffled your hair. Returning back to his side aa he waited for the results.

"Now that's what I call a soft but fierce approach am I right folks? What do you think we should give for his fine performance?" He announced. The crowd whispered to themselves for a bit before drawing onto their boards. As they held them up, 8 would be on all their boards.

"Well well, a perfect eight! Looks like Tim's the winner in this round! Give him a hand folks!" The crowd cheered as the music played along the side of the stage. They would soon quiet down as the announcer rose up a hand. "And now, onto the round two. Hope the little guy's nose is fit for the job, cause this next round is based off of....butt sniffing!" The pole would lower down slightly as it shrunk to half to half to half height. A rotater would appear below the pole as wheels attached to the bottom. "Since we gave lyan the first start, let's say we give Tim the honors to go first. Show the crowd whatcha got!"

Tim would make his way to the pole as he stood in front of you. Appearing even taller than before at your current height, he placed his hands along his sides as he winked down at you. He turned around as he pulled down his briefs and spread spread them apart to reveal as slightly hairy crack in between. "Better brace yourself little one".

"Oh dear.."

"Alright Tim, when ever you are ready" the announcer ushered. Tim would would only reply with a nod as he leaned down wedged the tip of of the pole vertically into his crack. Ass hairs would fill your vision, and the fresh musk would fill your nostrils as you shuffled your upper half in between them. The wheels beginning to rotate as the. As it lifted you deeply into the crack and lowered you down. With each press, it pressed you harder into the hairs as the sphincter puckered just on the other side. Eventually, after about a minute, the wheels would cease as a bell rang to end Tim's turn. Still holding onto his cheeks, he would lift himself off the pole as his ass hairs caressed your face on its depart.

"My, that was the quite the hairy embrace folks. Let's take a look at the little guy" the camera would zoom in as focused on you. You had a furrowed look on your face as the as your puffed air through your nose. "Looks like the little guy was unfazed on that one, high spirited in fact. Well folks, what should give our contestant Tim here?.." The crowd would shuffle their cards for before as they conversed with each other. They soon drawed out a six as they held it in the air. "A six huh? A pretty good number for your performance Tim. And now, we have Lyan next up to the plate" Lyan would would stand in front of you as he gave out a smirk. Turning around, he pulled down his pants as his ass came into view. Its form starting bulging out as it wobbled in place. He pulled both cheeks apart as you have a clear view his crack further within. The walls were less hairy compared to Tim as slightly sweat made the muscled form glisten.

"Show us what you got Lyan!"

"Let's see how long that expression of yours lasts little dude" he pulled his cheeks past the pole as it eased between his crack. Your body would rest against the sphincter, but the cheeks would continue to wedge you deeper as they morphed the pole into them. As he let them go, his cheeks submerged the tip of the pole between them as the pole started to rotate.

Liquid would drench you close as the sphincter winked into you. The slick skin mushing into you as the wheel lifted the pole to drive you deeper. With each press, your face would squish between his sphincter as it clenched and relax.

"That's way too much...grgh!..sweat!" You muffled between.

"And That's not the only thing you're dealing with" Lyan said squeezing his cheeks together. The sounds of gurgles would linger behind the hole as its form would push into you. It soon rumbled his and released gas from deep inside its ripe smell sent your nose in rage. On the inside, your body would now ve struggling to get a chance of fresh air. But on the outside, only the mounds of ass could be seen as they hid your struggling form from sight. The crowd would listen to the farts Lyan sent out as they pondered what you were enduring deeper inside. Eventually, they got there chance to see as the bell finally rang. "Aww darn, looks like my times up" Lyan adjusted his legs before pulling his ass off the pole. From a slow ascent from the asscrack, you gasped for air as sweat covered your entire body.

"What a swell performance folks. I could smell that from all the way over here. What do ya say we give?" The crowd would raise up 10 as they shined it through the air. "What do ya know, a perfect 10. Looks like you hyped up the crowd on that one Lyan. A swell job".

"Never again...never again" you mumbled to yourself.

"And now, it looks like we've reached the end of the show. From the points we've gathered from the two contestants, we have concluded that...Lyan is the winner of todays show"

"Yes!"

"Aw well, there's always next time" Tim shrugged.

"Congratulations Mr Lyan. You've truly deserve it. You both do. Speaking of deserve" the announcer goes and retrieve you from the pole. "It's time for your reward little one. As promised, your pass to tour own private jacuzzi.

"Yes! Finally i get to relax from all this!"

"Indeed. for a special time only, enjoy your time at the luxury jacuzzi...lyan's belly"

"Hehe, that's a good one. But seriously where is it? Is it behind"

"You could say that.." Lyan would toss you into the air as he opened his mouth wide.

"No no, wait! That's not what i agreed to-**gulp**" Lyan's throat would take you in before you felt the throat muscles drag you into his body. A bulge residing along his neck before disappearing into his collar Bone. There wasn't a bulge to signify you, but Lyan could feel every move you'd make as he gave his belly a firm pat.

"Enjoy your time little one" the announcer spike to Lyan's stomach. "Speaking of time, thank you all for tuning in on tonights broadcast. Without you, this show wouldn't be any special without the lovely cheers from you my lovely. Catch ya next time on, Can. You. Take. It!" The announcer said before ending the show.

Meanwhile in Lyan's stomach, younwould be slouched along a side of his belly's wall as the sound of churns echoes around. "Knew i should've gotten that deal in writing. This always happens whi I don't" you groaned. "Well, least it's empty. Pfft, jacuzzi my ass" the opening of the stomach above would soon open as the chamber began to fill up with liquid. "Son of a..."

#musk #oral vore #pov

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chubbydrawer · 4 years ago

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This story was a gift from an amazing friend of mine! Hope you enjoy it. We thought together and he made the story and I have a set of drawings releasing soon for this story!

THE SWEATER

Lance wasn't sure about the whole Christmas party. Christmas parties were fine, but insisting that everyone wear an ugly sweater put a cramp on things. Lance didn't even own any ugly Christmas sweaters. Jack, the friend hosting the party said it wouldn't be a big deal - he would order an ugly sweater and have it sent to Lance's apartment.

Lance opened the box with the sweater Jack had bought for him, and laughed out loud. The sweater was perfect for the ugly sweater contest. Printed with a fat, hairy, Santa Claus belly, Lance was sure that it would be a riot at the party.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Lance sighed. Medium tall, Lance hadn't been able to escape tsome college weight gain. With his height, he still looked fine, but there was definitely some extra fat around the belly. Time to hit the gym, Lance thought. Pulling the sweater on, Lance checked himself out in the mirror. He tried a smile. His beaded face looked tired. He looked absurd, but that was the point, he supposed.

The sweater hung loosely on Lance's slim frame. Jack had warned him in advance that the only size the sweater was available in had been 4XL. Still though, it only helped to make the fat belly printed onto the sweater more absurd.

"This is going to be hilarious!" Lance thought to himself. He absently stroked his stomach, and turned to grab his keys. The party was about to begin, and he found that he was feeling ravenous. Would stopping at McDonald's be overkill? Nah, a quick burger wouldn't hurt.

Slowing his car down at the order window, Lance felt his stomach rumble. Maybe a couple of burgers, actually. How could it hurt?

***

Pulling up to the party, Lance was surprised to find his fourth empty burger wrapper on his lap. Unnoticed by Lance, his belly swelled under the sweater, maybe 30 pounds heavier than it had been earlier that evening.

"Damn! I guess that I was hungrier than I thought!" He stepped out of his car, not noticing how the fat belly sweater fit him a little more closely than when he had put it on.

Entering the party, he got immediate laughs at his sweater.

"Dude! That sweater is sick!"

"Does it even have a hairy back? Look, it shows your ass crack!"

"Haha, watch out for fat Lance!"

Lance made a beeline over to Jack.

"Haha, what do you think of my fat belly, man? Thanks for buying the sweater man." Jack glanced over at Lance, a sugar cookie in his hand. Jack was shorter than Lance, and much fatter - he was more than chubby, and wasn't embarrassed about it, though Lance had noticed Jack packing on the pounds lately. Maybe it had to do with stress in his classes?

"You call that a belly?" Jack smirked. "This is a belly." Jack pulled up his marvel Christmas sweater and revealed his hairy, round belly and gave it a couple of jiggles.

"Get over yourself man," Lance laughed, "We all know how proud of that thing you are."

"Haha, you better be careful, man! Too much more, and you'll have me beat in the belly department! Still, enjoy yourself! Have some food!" Jack gave Lance's stomach a significant glance, and an almost proprietary grin before wandering off.

Lance wondered what he had meant about being careful. Sure, he had put on more than a couple of pounds lately, and he had stopped wearing his smaller shirts, but it wasn't a big deal. Lance filled a plate with food, and set off to mingle. He didn't even notice his belly slowly but surely getting bigger as he munched on a cookie.

***

Eating yet another cookie, Lance found himself absently rubbing his belly. Where did the cookie come from? He had finished his plate a while ago... and then went back for another, and another, but he didn't remember grabbing the tray of cookies that sat on the couch next to him. The sweater was much tighter now, stretched across his tight belly. Lance remembered unbuttoning his pants a while back, just to loosen the pressure. What had he been thinking when he pulled on these pants? They were so tight against his chunky legs and thighs.

Jack came over to where Lance was sprawled on the couch, crumbs all over him. Jack grinned widly at his obese friend.

"Looks like you've made a real pig of yourself, big man!"

Lance grunted noncommittally. Jack placed a hand on his friend's massive belly, feeling how tight the fat belly was. He wanted to play with the fat, but held himself back.

Lance shoved a cookie into his mouth, and a look of surprise crossed his face as a ripping sound split the quiet corner of the room.

Jack laughed out loud. "Did you just rip your pants? What were you thinking wearing those tonight man? They would barely fit me! Come on man, my old room mate left some clothes that might fit you." Jack's old roommate Brandon had been a real fatty, but Jack had started to dip into the clothes left at the house - with his recent weight gain, some of the clothes were fitting him better than his own clothes.

"Not a chance - they'll be way too big," Lance said automatically.

Jack chuckled. "Serious, man? There's a chance they'll be too small."

Lance frowned, that wasn't right at all, but found himself remembering how he had always been the fat kid. All through high school, he had been much bigger than the other boys. He had been grateful to make friends with Jack, someone who was so much smaller than him, even when Jack was on the chubby side. They had both gotten fatter when they got into college, but Lance had ballooned, doubling his own weight.

Jack helped Lance to his feet. Lance felt his face burning as he felt the air on his exposed ass. The two made their way through the house; the party was mellowing out as the night progressed, and most people had settled down into smaller groups.

***

Collapsing with a sigh of relief on Jack's bed, Lance grunted as he tried to pull off his pants.

Fumbling through a box, Jack pulled out the biggest pair of pants he could find. Turning back to Lance, he laughed at the fat man's effort to remove the pants. The massive belly in front of him was foreign to him, he kept lunging forward, and falling back, breathing heavily.

"Bro, let me help." Lance leaned back while Jack peeled the skin tight jeans off his fat legs. Lance sighed heavily as the pressure came off him. "Here you go - sweatpants. They start at size 52, but stretch much wider."

Lance stared at the offered pants. Not a chance. He wore 32s. 34 at a stretch. Reaching down, he pulled the pants up. They fit perfectly. Lance scowled. This wasn't right. Lance felt like a fog was being lifted from his mind.

Jack slapped Lance on the shoulder. "Come on, big man!" He said, "Let's get back to the party! They're going to be judging the ugly sweaters soon! I think that you stand a good chance of winning."

Lance stumbled to his feet, aided by Jack. Fat Jack. Only Jack wasn't fat. He was pudgy at best. Sure, Jack had started packing on the pounds lately, but Lance had a sudden memory of Jack saying he wanted to be fat to be like him. Lance was the fat one. He had always been the fat friend. This is not right!

Lance staggered away from Jack, and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jack called after him. Lance turned to see another man was in there. A huge, fat man, with a massive, hairy belly.

"Sorry man - I didn't know anyone was in here." The man mirrored Lance, dodging to the same side to avoid hitting into him. Lance raised a hand. The man did the same. It wasn't another man. It was a mirror.

Lance stared in horror at his reflection. He was huge. He was obese. And he wasn't wearing a sweater. The fat belly from the sweater was his body. He trembled as he explored his new body. His massive, hairy belly felt solid, like a weight on the front of his body. His ass jutted out behind him, soft and jiggly in the sweats he was wearing. His moobs, HIS MOOBS, were soft, and coated in dense hair. Somehow the transformation had worked its way up to his neck and face. His neck looked shorter, coated in fat. His entire face was rounder; his beard doing nothing to hide how fat his face was.

He gave his belly a shake, watching the fat sphere wobble in front of him. This was real. This was happening. What the hell is going on!

He turned as someone opened the door. Jack! Lance tried to hide in the shower, but his fatter body was slower than he was used to. He tripped on the tub and lay there, sideways across the bathtub, his fat trembling as he panted.

"I can explain." Jack said as he shut the door behind him. He turned back to Lance, hands raised in a peacemaking gesture.

"What are you talking about? Look at me man! I'm fat!" Lance struggled to find the words for his dilemma. "I was skinny earlier. I put on the sweater you sent me, and now I'm fat, and everyone is acting like this is normal!"

"I know."

Lance froze. "What do you mean you know? I have two sets of memories in my head, man. One where I'm skinny, and one where I've been fat for years."

"That's right. I know, because that's how I wanted the magic to work. I wanted you to have the choice."

Lance stared at his friend. "What the hell are you talking about."

Jack sighed, and scratched at his underbelly. "How do I explain? I'm what you call a gainer."

Lance frowned at Jack. He tried to pull himself out of the bathtub, but his fat had him wedged.

"A gainer is a person who gets fat on purpose. It... arouses me. The idea of getting bigger, of being covered in fat is a huge turn on for me. However, I also have an interest in seeing other guys get fatter too. I'm not really a feeder, but I love seeing guys get huge. It's a turn on for me."

Staring in disbelief, Lance tried to make sense of Jack's words.

"Turns out, there's all sorts of magic you can buy online to make people fat. Most people do it for vengeance, or pranks, but I like to do it for how sexy it makes the other guy."

"You think this is sexy?" Lance waved a hand at his body, feeling the fat tremble with the gesture.

"Oh, hell yes. Lance, you're so hot. I've always found you incredibly sexy, man. But seeing how you freaked out over gaining a few pounds made me sad. I wanted you to see how sexy you could be with some more weight, and then the Christmas Party came up. It was the perfect chance to let you see how amazing you could look."

Jack reached down, and pulled Lance to his feet. the two stood side by side next to the full body mirror.

"Look at you man." Jack reached over, and carressed Lance's body - gently lifting his belly, and dropping it, rubbing the fat, kneading it like it was dough. Lance felt something stir inside him, and to his surprise, he found himself getting aroused.

Jack leaned up and kissed Lance. "You're so fucking hot right now. I can't even keep my hands off of you."

Lance felt himself in a daze. Jack touching his body felt so good... He was getting hard. "You said something about a choice?" He mumbled.

Jack sighed in regret, and pulled back from Lance. "The way that the magic works is that you have a choice. You can embrace this reality - the one where you've been fat for years," Jack looked at Lance hopefully, "or you can go back to an altered reality, where tonight happened differently."

Lance stared into the mirror at his fattened form. Would he really want this? He reflected on the new memories - hanging out with friends, being the fat friend. In this timeline he was happy. He was confident. There wasn't any pressure to go to the gym. He could eat whatever he wanted. Here he was the big guy the people loved to be around.

"How do you know that the reality will change?" Lance asked, unable to take his eyes off his fattened form.

"You think this is the first time I've done this?" Jack laughed. "You remember my old roommate?"

"Brandon? Sure. That guy was a real fatty."

"He wasn't always that way, but that's a story for another time. He was pretty fit when we first moved in together, but after he saw how amazing he looked, he decided to stay in that reality - live life as a fat man."

Lance couldn't wrap his mind around it - Brandon used to be skinny? But then, here he was, plenty fatter than he had been just earlier this evening; if his one set of memories were anything to be believed. Lance stared at the reflection, and pensively rubbed his fat belly. Did he want this? In the skinny timeline, he was always watching his weight, and worrying what other people thought. In this timeline, he was comfortable with himself. He was outgoing and chatty. He had a lot more friends. The answer should have been obvious. But this felt like cheating. He hadn't really earned this.

Lance sighed. "You'd be surprised at what a hard decision this is for me. My fat life is awesome - there are so many reasons to stay here. I'm still not sure if I agree that I'm more sexy this way," his hard penis had him questioning what was more sexy after all. "But everything else is really good in this reality."

Jack looked hopeful.

"However," Lance raised a finger, "I didn't earn this. This isn't my life. If I'm going to learn to be confident in myself, I want to earn it for me, not through a magic spell."

Jack sighed. "I really hoped that seeing how sexy you are, and seeing how good your life is would make you choose to stay here. Fair enough man. You've made your choice."

"So what happens? How do I get rid of this?" Lance gestured at his fattened body.

Jack looked sheepish. "There's only one way to break the spell and get rid of the fat - you have to fuck it out."

Lance stared at Jack. "Like, jerking off?"

Jack blushed even further. "That wouldn't do it. Now that you've made your choice, you need to fuck the fat into someone else."

Now Lance was blushing. "Who would want that? How am I supposed to find someone willing to take all of this?" Lance gestured wildly.

"It's not going to be all of that, just the fat from what you've eaten this evening. And if you're willing... I'll take it." Jack started to undress, revealing his chubby body. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Lance started to protest, but he felt himself growing hornier as more of Jack was revealed. He felt his penis, rock hard in the surrounding fat.

Jack leaned over, exposing his ass for Lance. "Believe it or not, you're not the first person to turn this down - it explains a bit of the extra fat I have here," Jack gave a chuckle and slapped his fat belly.

Lance stared at the pale ass in front of him. He wasn't the most experienced, but he knew what to do. Grabbing the lube, Lance pushed down the loose band of the sweatpants. Standing rock hard, with beads of pre at the tip, Lance coated himself heavily.

Pressing the tip to Jack's ass, Lance felt Jack tremble as he entered. Jack moaned softly, and Lance began to thrust. All his fat jiggled and trembled as he pushed in and out, fat slapping heavily on Jack's plump ass cheeks. Jack moved slightly with the weight, clenching on Lance's penis inside of him. His belly swayed softly with each thrust.

Lance turned to the mirror, and saw himself - a big fat mountain of a man, fucking the smaller man. Did he really want to lose this? Too late now! He felt himself nearing climax.

"Inside me!" Jack panted. "It's all got to go inside me to get you back to our reality!"

Lance moaned deeply, and thrust even harder. Plunging in to the hilt, Lance cried out as he came - ropes of cum sprang out of his dick into Jack, and they kept coming - Lance felt himself shrinking, his arms, body, belly getting smaller, and more compact. Each spasm sent more fat out of him.

Lance fell to his knees, a small amount of cum dripping from his dick. Jack panted heavily, carefully turning to Lance, holding all the cum in his ass. For as much as came out of Lance, Jack only looked 20 or so pounds heavier.

Glancing at the cum on the ground Jack tutted, "I told you to keep it all in me. For that amount, you probably kept around 15 pounds of fat. It will probably be around the belly and ass, but it's going to be stubborn, and hard for you to lose."

Not caring, Lance stared at his body in the mirror. at some point, the massive sweatpants had slid off, not having enough support on this body, and somehow the fat belly sweater had returned.

"What happens now?" Lance panted.

"Now things go back to normal." Jack smiled.

Lance glanced at Jack's now fatter body, and felt himself getting hard again. Jack saw the stiffening penis. He laughed.

"None of that now! We gotta get things back on track." Jack leaned forward, and gently kissed Lance on the lips. "You might have turned down my offer," Lance heard, as the room around him spun, and started to grow black, "but I hope you learned a lesson from your dick - there's something sexy about a little fat."

***

A loud ripping sound caused Lance to jump awake. He had been dozing on Jack's couch. Someone nearby opened a Christmas present, tearing into the wrapping paper much more loudly than they needed to. Lance felt like hell. What had possessed him to eat three plates of food? And did he eat a tray of cookies? Under his fat santa belly sweater his belly felt hard and round. He felt bloated, but no more than usual when he over ate.

He had a vague recollection of a dream where he had been fat, but he shook that off as Jack called everyone over to take part in the ugly sweater contest. Was it just Lance's imagination, or was Jack looking fatter than usual?

Everyone took turns standing in front of the group, and the sweater with the most cheers would win the contest. When Lance stood in front of the group everyone roared with laughter - he was the winner, hands down. Jack offered him the prize - a basket of baked christmas goodies. Lance hesitated - he had really stuffed himself tonight, and his size 32 jeans felt tight against his bloated belly. Did he really need more goodies? Lance's dream flashed through his mind, and Lance smiled, taking the basket. There was always the gym, and if not, maybe there was something sexy about a little fat.

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