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Bax, a massive, muscle-clad, 8 foot dragon, runs a stream that shows off his tremendous sculpted body and his workouts from the gym. When a few viewers donate some less-than-healthy snacks, Bax is more than happy to eat them. When more cakes come by the thousands, Bax discovers that he has a passion not just for being huge with muscles, but being huge in general. As his viewers beg him to eat more, Bax only gets bigger and rounder…
Had a HUGE thing for the whole body-builder to lard-ass trope recently. Heck yeah!
Wondered about the pacing of this one. Possible part 2. But he’d have to eat more than anything and become absolutely IMMENSE for that, right? ~
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“That’s me for another show guys, thanks for watching!”
The dragon flexed in front of his computer set-up. Bax was sculpted like a god. Literally, his body was so perfectly maintained and trained that it resembled a giant, blue, marble statue. His scales layered his fortress of a body, perfectly chiseled from head to toe. There was nothing about him that wasn’t handsome, even his eyes were a piercing shade of ochre yellow, contrasting against his blue skin. He stood there, 8 feet of hulking muscle, layered with tattered clothing as he smiled, turning the stream off. God he loved showing off to his fans…
Bax ran a gym just outside the city. In his spare time, he’d set up a ‘bodybuilding’ stream which was essentially a daily hour for him to flex in front of a camera for thousands of adoring fans. He loved it. The compliments and glorifying comments that detailed his enormous pecs, the way he stood with gigantic presence, the way how each step he took around the room rumbled everything in it slightly, it always felt amazing seeing that all these other furs admired him. Year after year, the dragon had built himself up to this strength and sheer mass. It never truly seemed worth it until he’d been able to read those comments.
“Gosh… is he single? He’s so huge and attractive!”
“I don’t know if I’m watching a dragon or a big hulkish demon!”
“I’d be surprised if he couldn’t lift that bed of his using one arm!”
The more they stroked his ego, the more he kept going with it. An hour a day turned to two, then three as he arrived less at his gym and more on the screens of all his admirers. It had been a month since he’d started doing this, and his fan-base had reached a whopping 150,000 subs. Soon enough, he spent more of his time making money from the stream than his original job; and now here he was, finishing another full-day stream, changing into clothes he hadn’t deliberately burst his muscles out of.
He grinned, staring at himself in the mirror. These folks were logging on to WORSHIP him! He didn’t even mind that he wasn’t turning up to work anymore; he had enough money to last more than a few lifetimes and his staff ran the gym while he was away. Besides, any publicity for his business was good, right? Maybe he’d sleep in tomorrow. Everything was working out well for him, to the point where he could follow his own schedule. The bed groaned underneath his weight as he rested his head against a hilariously undersized pillow, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, a loud clatter could be heard from downstairs, waking the hulking resident from his slumber. A hastily wrapped up package lay there in front of the door as the loud, heavy thumps of Bax’s footsteps approached. He picked it up with his powerful hands and tilted his head a little, his cheek meeting one of his bulky shoulders.
“A gift for our god xx”
Bax was a little weirded out; he’d never displayed his address to his viewers before. It couldn’t have been anyone else. He grinned, taking it upstairs. Perhaps this could spice things up for his stream…
Flicking the stream on, he watched the viewer number rise as the comments piqued up as usual. Bax then did what he did best, flexing those guns and showing off his chest as it pressed up against that tight shirt of his.
“Ooohhhh boy here we go!”
“He’s on earlier than usual! Whatcha got for us this time, Bax?”
“Tell me how can I get that BUILT! He’s not a god for nothing!”
“I’ve got something new to show you guys today!” The dragon gleamed as the morning sunlight stroked his body. Lifting the package to the camera, he winked.
“Someone somewhere decided to send me this. Thank you to whoever’s out there, I do appreciate it, even if it’s a LITTLE weird that you’d find my address without me telling…”
Bax began to unravel the string holding it together. The mystery box inside was pink, labeled with confectionary details and a big blue label that simply read “CAKE”.
“Well now! Ordinarily I’d stay away from this sort of thing for something more protein based… but I guess everyone needs a cheat day once in a while, huh?”
He opened it up and inside was a small muffin, emblazed with bright blue icing and yellow sprinkles. Cute, they even made it resemble him! He quickly scooped it into his maw and gulped it down effortlessly, patting his ripped waist as he licked his lips.
“Thank you again, whoever you are! Always remember to take breaks and treat yourself now and then on the journey towards HUGE, RIPPED MUSCLES!”
He suddenly moved his arms inwards and put all the pressure into flexing; his shirt tore open at the sleeves as he bulged out of them. “That was for you, generous stranger” he purred. Gritting his teeth and smiling assertively, he relished in those comments.
“My god, look at him BULGE!”
“Oof, I don’t know about eating cake but if THAT’s what we’re gonna get we need to send him more stuff!”
“Heck, he deserves more gifts! We oughta worship this guy like the god he is!”
Bax had his back towards the camera, tensing his muscles as he resembled a huge, blue Cliffside of muscle. It wasn’t until he turned around that he saw more comments asking about fans being able to send things.
“Oh I dunno guys, I don’t think I want to be greedy or anything…” Bax responded, watching the words scroll past his screen as he looked tentatively at the retorts. “I do it for the show. I don’t know how I’d feel accepting stuff from everyone!”
“You’d deserve it! You do this for us, we want to give more than just donations!”
“Yeah man, I wanna see what everyone else has for you!”
“Haha, I wanna see him tear apart more packages. The way he does it, he’s so strong!”
“W-well, I guess I could…. you know what? I’m curious. How about we try it for a week. I’ll type in a mail address and go collect whatever gets sent there. This could be fun!”
The rest of the day was met with powerful flexes and yet another rise in his subscribers as he tensed the day away. GOD it felt good having so many furs worship his mass like this.
Saturday morning. Bax woke up, more curious than ever about what his fans could’ve sent him. It wasn’t like he was being vain or anything; they’d been TELLING him they wanted to send things. Hopping into his truck, he drove to a nearby depot after being texted that his “storage unit was full”. Weird. He could’ve sworn he’d hired a temporary garage.
“Good to see you lad” a large, dirt-covered wolf grinned as Bax came in, ducking underneath the doorway.
“Hey. You uh… said my container was full? I’m sure I hired a garage yesterday, right? Not just a postbox?”
“Oh yeah, you did. Whoever’s crushing on you has been VERY generous…” The wolf responded, strutting over to one of the many garage doors that lined the building. He opened it up, and Bax’s eyes were bombarded with a barrage of pink, blue, yellow, all kinds of pastille coloured boxes. He gasped. These were all desserts!
“You gotta take ‘em home, lad.” The wolf grunted. “Else I’m gonna have to charge you for another container.” Bax watched as the wolf added a few more boxes to the pile. “They’ve been flying in every 5 minutes! I dunno if someone’s playing a prank on you or somethin’, but they’ve given my boys a workout they’ll never forget.”
Bax nodded and started unloading huge piles of boxes to his truck. Hundreds, hell, thousands of these massive, wedding-cake sized boxes were placed in the back.
“I’ll uh… I’ll have to come back for the rest, my vehicle won’t take anymore!”
The wolf simply nodded, the headed back inside, shouting behind him. “You best come back real soon if they keep arrivin’ like this!”
That night, Bax sat in front of the camera, staring at his bedroom. It usually spanned wide enough to accommodate an entire house’s worth of space, he was fairly affluent after all, but he felt cramped with box after box piled up to the roof behind him. It wasn’t often someone with a body like him filled his entire bedroom with cake.
Turning on his camera, Bax raised a hand behind his head and grinned sheepishly. He watched the chat comments flare up once more.
“He’s late today! Is he in a new house or something?”
“Wait no, he got it! Whoa… he got way more…”
“There’s my one! Damn Bax, you’ve got a hell of a lot there!”
“Wait that’s cake right? He can’t eat that, he’ll ruin his figure!”
Bax gave the usual flex of his arms as the viewer count rose, and subscribers started rising as his stream went on.
“So I uh…” He looked behind him, then back to the camera. “…got your packages… a whole lot of them. I mean, I appreciate it all guys, but no dragon with a body as big as mine is gonna eat ALL of these surely!”
“As big as yours huh? Oh you’d get bigger for sure, just not in the usual way…”
“Heck I’d be tempted with that much!”
“Bax, eat mine! Don’t let it go to waste!”
“Two cheat days in a row? Man, guys, I dunno…” Bax said, grabbing a box nearby and opening it hesitantly. Inside was a set of 6 cupcakes just like the first gift, each layered with colourful frosting and presented beautifully. He took one quietly, and ate it in front of the camera.
“Ahaha! I bought him those! Look there’s my name on the box!”
“Lucky you, maybe he’ll keep going, I wanna see my name on the stream!”
“Aww man, Bax, is mine in there? I got two boxes for you!”
It was odd. Bax was normally resistant to snacking like this and wouldn’t dream of going anywhere near so calorific without having a plan to work it into more muscle. Yet here he was, on the third one, scarfing it down hungrily. He let out a cute grin; based on what chat was saying, they mostly approved! Sure, there were a few expressing concerns of ruining his diet, but it felt nice treating himself to the raucous written applause of tens of thousands of his adoring fans.
It was likely why he chomped down a 4th, 5th, and finally the last cake from the box, licking the frosting from his lips.
“I gotta say, you guys have good taste! I haven’t indulged in that in a long time. A looooong time…” Bax thought back to his days as a chubby teen. He remembered binging on snacks, but back then it was different. For some reason doing this now didn’t feel so bad. He didn’t feel self-conscious overindulging like this. He was worried that there’d be backlash for displaying such gluttony, but if anything his fans were praising him for things like “Showing that not all body-builders follow harsh diets.” He’d even seen a particularly odd comment about “muscle-guts” that he brushed off. That wasn’t his style, surely…
It was then that he opened his eyes wider. His subscriber count had risen 10,000 since he’d started eating! Even though some had unsubbed as a result, it seemed that 2 more took their place! Still those comments kept rolling in, begging for him to look for their box and see what was inside.
“Oh! I uh… heh, I really should be giving these to folks who want them, I don’t think I should eat like this if I want to remain IRON HARD!” The dragon said, lifting his arms above his head to show off his bulging pecs. The comments proceeded to stay fascinated with the mountain of cake products behind him.
“Awww, no more treats for Bax? Shame, you looked so happy eating those cupcakes!”
“Wait he’s not eating anymore? I mean he looks great but I love a man that can eat!”
Bax bit his lip. It was confusing. Ordinarily he’d be miffed that they weren’t talking about his muscles like they used to, but something about them obsessing over him eating was getting to him. He reached for another, thinking the whole time that he was doing it for his fans. He could easily work off whatever he ate…
The comments rushed down the screen so fast he could barely read as he opened the next box. Another 6 cupcakes, each as delicately scented with tantalizing flavours as the last. He couldn’t help it. Though then again, that’s what happens when you have 200,000 viewers who originally came for the sight of your body telling you to indulge. He scooped another cupcake into his maw, thanking the user on the label for it, and smiling not just at the infatuating taste, but also the giddy comments that continued asking questions about him enjoying it.
“Oh! Well, I think I like the raspberry ones best. They’re sweet, but also really uh… buttery.” He stared at himself. God, was he eating something that could be described as “buttery”?!
“Raspberry huh? You always struck me as a blueberry guy!”
“I can tell by how your eyes light up at the pink ones!”
“Baxy’s a hungry guy! You’re making ME hungry!”
Bax grinned as he munched down another cupcake and reached for a 3rd box. Ordinarily he’d try to wow viewers by hunching his abs to intimidate and amaze. Yet here he was snacking like crazy and it only appealed to his fans more. He’d been browsing while he talked, noticing a few body-builder forums with threads about him. There were some really wholesome ones that mentioned what he’d been doing for the past hour and encouraging others to ‘look after their souls, not just their bodies.’ He liked that a lot. Treats were nicer when everyone enjoyed you stuffing yourself with them.
It was certainly that he was doing. His body had never withstood so many calories in one sitting; especially since he was now on box number 6. Unfortunately for him, it was beginning to show…
His stomach was showed a comfortable bulge. It wasn’t anything huge, and if anything it was vastly outsized by his abs, but it was definitely visible; there was a small protrusion as he ate. The comments asked profusely about it.
“Ooooh is that a tummy?”
“Musclegut! MUSCLEGUUUUUUUUT!”
Bax chose to ignore those ones. Surely someone of his stature wouldn’t get fat so easily. And if anything he could work it off! He happily ate a cupcake whole, then the next. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided just to pour the box directly into his maw for the other 4, filling his cheeks and chomping for a little while before swallowing them down.
Looking up his name, he found more muscle forums talking about him. A small minority teased about him “letting himself go today!” Most of them, however, were still enthusiastically praising his “new love for confectionary”. It felt like the whole internet was celebrating his newfound appetite, and he loved every second of it as he ate through a 7th and 8th box.
As the viewer count rose to 250,000, Bax was fully coming to terms with the fact that people were now coming to watch him eat. Usernames like “Bodybuilder6000” and “I WANT GAINS” splayed across the screen as per usual, but accompanying them were usernames he’d previously never considered would visit. Names like “Luv2EatAndEat”, “xBeerBellyx” and one that stuck out more than anything, “FatBlueDragon”.
It caused him to stop for a moment and think carefully about what he was doing. Within the course of one night, he’d eaten far more than some of the heavily overweight folks he’d seen indulging outside of the gym. Looking down at his rock-hard, firm, mid-section he realized something was amiss. It was anything but.
Raising a huge hand to stroke and pat it, it didn’t have the same response it used to, as if he was patting a boulder. It was still heavily defined; almost perfectly square abs layered his waist up to his abs. But it almost felt softer. His eyes looked onwards at the screen; he felt so full and stuffed! He found that his belly was almost easier to grab, as if there was more of it. In fact, he could almost see it poke outwards from beneath his abs, something it previously didn’t do.
Ordinarily he’d be horrified, but he looked at the monetary donations DOUBLE within the course of tonight. He watched his viewer-count rise to 300,000. He looked at those usernames, half of them celebrating his multi-year journey into peak physical fitness, while the other half were almost egging him on to ruin it all. To stuff himself crazily and give everyone what they wanted. He raised a hand to his chin and looked to the side.
“I uh… I’m gonna have to go for a bit, give it uh… 30 minutes! Dinner break everyone!” He got off the seat with an anxious creak and made his way to the bathroom. Taking his time, he only just caught a glance of a comment reading “Come back and eat MORE!”
While comments asked where he was and what he’d been up to, Bax simply stared at the full length mirror, both hands gently pressing against and pinching the soft paunch he’d apparently developed. It was true. Comparing his body to a picture he’d taken yesterday, his stomach had certainly bloated out at least an inch. Bax could only let out a low grunt, lifting his thick tail and staring at it from the side. He let out a slight grin.
Maybe it was the constant encouraging comments he’d been getting from his new “fat admiring” stream-viewers, or perhaps it was the fact that tonight had been a night of sheer debauchery with food he’d never have dreamed of tasting, but something about letting his stomach bulge out like this was infatuating. He breathed in and held his breath, rubbing his tummy as it expanded. Letting out his breath, he smiled sheepishly. God… was he blushing?!
Did he WANT to get fat?!
He shook his head; surely he wouldn’t want something like this. All of the attention this was getting him was altering his usual mindset. Bigger was better, but was this how he wanted to do it? His mind dwelled on the comment “Come back and eat MORE”. He was in a situation where ruining his body and allowing himself to fatten up would not just gain him support from his apparent muscle-admirers, but would be encouraged further by those who wanted to see a huge, blue dragon overstuff himself endlessly. He patted his tummy a few more times, blushed again, then slowly made his way out.
“S-so this may seem a little weird, but I’m gonna let you guys decide what I should eat next!” Bax uttered, nervously patting his tummy a few times to the uproar of his viewers, most of which seemed a little enthusiastic. “I’ll hold a raffle, stick your username in here and I’ll pick one!”
Pressing send, he noticed the number on his raffle skyrocket, counting faster than his eyes could process. It started to slow after 200,000, nearly half his entire viewer-base! Eventually he stopped and it randomly processed a name: “IWannaSeeYouGrow”.
The sheer blatancy of the name itself shocked Bax at first, but he had to admit, he was slightly curious to see what the response would be. “So the lucky winner is… I wanna see you grow, all one word…” he said, gulping softly as he waited for a response. He wasn’t sure if this particular person was a muscle-fanatic or a weight gain fantasist, but one thing was for sure, the other viewers waited on baited breath.
“Make him eat as much as you can!”
“Go for the big one! The huge one at the back!”
“Yeah! Make that belly of his SWELL!”
Bax smirked slightly. This was getting out of control! More surprising however was that he was LETTING it get out of control. Eventually the response came.
“You should treat yourself big guy, let’s go for what everyone wants… the big one at the back!”
Bax let out a nervous snort. He’d dug himself into a very fattening hole now as he reached the far back of the pile and took out a box so large it could easily have been a wardrobe had he rested it against the wall! Opening it up, it seemed to be a two-tier chocolate fudge slab, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide.
“T-there’s no way I’ll manage this much in one go!”
More comments flared up, encouraging him, supporting him on his apparent journey towards gluttony.
“Give the folks what they want Bax! We can all hear your stomach growling for more!”
“Eat it all or I’ll come over there and stuff you myself!”
“Do iiiiiit, let yourself go!”
It was fair enough. That viewer count was starting to reach half a million. He couldn’t deny that this, whatever it was, was successful in terms of his stream.
He reached over with a hand, taking a slice a foot in length and width. Hell, this thing could pass as a large party-cake in itself! It was so dense and delectable and the smell was infatuating. Bax simply shrugged his shoulders, winked at the camera, and took a large bite out of it, taking the time to teasingly flex with his other arm into the camera. Some viewers noticed less definition and more “adorable softness” as one had put it.
A square foot of cake turned into three times that, an entire eighth of this giant confectionary already down the muscle-dragon’s gullet and into his stomach, which was now really starting to show the effects of Bax’s enablers. It no longer resembled the abs that were once there, but instead had rounded out as if there was a big blue scaly beach-ball. And yet, Bax didn’t stop, eyeing the comments now and then. The viewers, as they scaled past half a million, all had one line of thought with them;
They wanted him to keep eating more.
As Bax continued past foot after foot of decadent, fattening fudge, his belly bulged out further, a good foot forward as it bulged comfortably against his lap, billowing at the sides as it gurgled loudly, as if begging the dragon for even more, which he happily gave in to. His belly wasn’t the only part affected, as many observant encouragers noticed.
“Bax! Turn to the side, we wanna see more!”
“LET’S SEE IT FROM THE SIDE, SHOW ME THAT GUT!”
Bax did so, only to realize how on camera he’d changed a lot. Continuing to stuff himself, he felt sudden movements cause his rump to jiggle, getting heavier and gradually bulging outwards with his binging. His massive abs retained their size, but not their firmness. He could feel them gently resisting against his arms as they got softer and cushier. His legs were beginning to thicken out of those toned crevices and ripped muscles into a rounder, more appealing shape.
Bax wasn’t just undergoing the changes of an unusually large snack; he was actually fattening up. And rapidly too.
This didn’t discourage him at all. He’d lost himself so fervently in his crazy binging that the smell of chocolate and fudge enticed him to eat and eat and eat! Three quarters of the entire thing was now consumed by big, greedy Bax, and he showed no signs of stopping, instead speeding up! Streamers were treated to the sounds of his seemingly powerful gulps as those curvy features on his sculpted body grew curvier. He wanted more. They wanted him to have more. It was an endless cycle, with the only constant being that Bax’s weight was increasing.
Soon enough, Bax had finished, sitting back on the chair as he stared ahead. His face didn’t have an ounce of regret on it; he grinned lazily to himself, patting his gut with both hands as his thick tail wrapped around the underside of the chair. He felt so soft!
Hell, even the feeling of sitting was almost more pleasant, the usual thud and getting comfortable was easier now that his rear had billowed out; at least each cheek spanned out further with half a foot given the weight he put on. Rubbing his belly felt amazing; he kneaded at it and let out small grunts of happiness. He stared at his own image on the monitor, not first recognizing himself. He could easily be classified as a muscle-gut now! Those comments were on a rampage as he reveled in his own newfound greed.
“Did you see him?! He was an eating machine!”
“Just logged on, did I miss it? Is he gonna eat more?! He looks so chubby and… pleased!”
“Man I can only DREAM of getting that much cake sent to me, I can’t wait to see what he looks like after eating it all!”
Bax didn’t say anything. He simply waved, nodded, and reached for the camera, shutting down the stream for the night. He laid in bed later, feeling entirely content, still kneading and patting his gut to feel it jiggle. The muscle-gut dragon wasn’t sure if he was going to keep going like this, but one thing was for certain, watching those bathroom scales rise to 500lbs, 25% higher than he was used to, was certainly something…
The following morning, Bax jolted awake to a call. It was the storage wolf from before.
“Bax, was it?! Glad ya picked up! We got a situation on our hands here!”
Bax’s eyebrows dropped.
“One container ain’t enough, we’ve got enough confectionary ‘ere to open a bakery of our own! You gotta buy more or we’re gonna have to start throwin’ stuff out!”
Bax raised a finger to his chin and looked down at his gut. He’d already made his decision.
“Let me buy out twenty. I’ll be over to empty them soon!”
He heard the wolf exclaim something, obviously pleased with Bax’s generous offer, and then hung up. The dragon giggled to himself. Seemed like there was no going back now…
That night Bax didn’t even feel any remorse about his recent weight gain. Heavier always felt better, but this was entirely different.
*Click!*
Bax turned the stream on and grinned widely at the mass of comments coming through. Already the viewers were flooding in in their thousands, eager to celebrate their newfound fatty.
“He’s back! How much fatter do you think he’s gonna get this time?”
“C’mon Bax, let’s see that gut, it gets more handsome every day!”
“Here he is, biggest dragon I’ve ever seen! The only way is up... in weight!”
As goofy and blatant as the comments were, Bax simply nodded and grinned.
“Yup! It’ll be more of last night! Health-freaks look away, I plan on doing some more bulking!”
It was as if he was a totally different person. All these enablers had broken him, and their reward was the foreboding sense of greed and gluttony that Bax was all too happy to appease. Hundreds of thousands were going to watch him completely let go and stuff himself. He didn’t even bother reading the comments in response, only seeing them scale at breakneck pace; obviously they were happy.
Picking up a box from behind him, he licked his lips. If they wanted him to, he’d eat every single box in this room. Literally thousands of these delicious cakes. His eyes screwed shut at the taste of the first; the first of many tonight. He ate voraciously, hardly even chewing as his belly let out a surprising groan. It only spurred him on further… had he already finished the entire box?!
His eyes widened as he grabbed another. He no longer cared! He was going to eat as much as he wanted to, living far away from the lifestyle of fitness god! He wanted MORE.
That night, the room filled with the constant moans of Bax hurling himself into a feeding frenzy, the likes of which he’d never engaged in and many of his viewers had never seen. His fat-fantasizing fans were almost shocked at how quickly Bax was devouring everything, even with other “gainer streams” they’d watched; none of them compared to the gluttony the huge blue dragon was showing.
“W-whoa, shouldn’t he slow down? He’s knew to fattening up isn’t he?”
“No, Nooooooo speed up! SPEED UP BAX!”
“I can almost see his belly growing!”
It was true, Bax was eating at such a breakneck pace that as the pile of discarded boxes and wrappers grew beside him, so did his body. His belly was widening so much that it rested gently against his lap. His muscular thighs and hips looked almost as if they were melting before they rose with new flab. He could feel his chair getting comfier not because of the padding on it, but because of the growing padding on him. And yet, Bax continued to eat and eat and eat.
The viewer count was starting to fast approach one million. All of them getting to see what they’d come for. The huge blue dragon’s belly was bulging out so much that each time Bax reached back for another box, it wobbled quite vividly, much to the pleasure of his viewers. His rear was widening to the point of each cheek meeting each arm of the chair. If he kept going like this he’d likely get stuck in it. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop Bax’s feeding rampage.
Cake after cake fell down the gullet of the greedy dragon as his body quickly shifted from muscle-gut to full on obese. There was nothing elegant about the way he was eating now; each box was hastily poured into his face entirely and tossed aside as if it were nothing. The sheer calorie count alone would be enough to surprise anyone, but to Bax it was an ever-increasing number that he sought to show off with to his enablers.
“Look at that butt bulge! He’s gonna need to take those arms off if he keeps getting bigger!”
Bax paused and look down at himself. His gut had spanned out 3 feet while the arms of his chair were losing the battle against his swollen rump. It bulged copiously underneath the arms, wobbling each time the chair moved. Still, Bax continued to get fatter and fatter.
“Oh dear guys, it seems like this chair’s getting too small for me!” Bax quipped. “Wonder what’s gonna happen if I keep STUFFING MY FACE!”
He laughed almost maniacally, feeding himself twice as fast as the arms started to creak. Each rump-cheek bulged out fatter and fatter. As time progressed, Bax was quickly out-fattening the chair, the arms starting to bend outwards to give him more room to swell. His belly was swelling foot by foot until rolls started to emerge, announcing that he’d gone beyond obese and well into massive. His tough pecs had now turned into fully pillowy mounds of blue flab, indicating Bax’s constant binges.
As Bax poured the 500th box towards his maw, it happened. The arms practically exploded off of the chair, sending the dragon’s backside billowing outwards, wobbling like crazy. He was now so fat that no one could see the chair itself, fully immersed in the dragon’s on going rolls and curves.
“Heh, I could’ve sworn this chair was shrinking, either that or maybe I’m just getting bigger…”
Bax leaned close to the mic, teasing his viewers.
“…and bigger and bigger. As if I’m gaining weight too fast for my own good…”
Grinning menacingly at the chat-log as it exploded into “oh god”s and “mmmrrrr”s, he was about to keep going until another loud snap occurred from the chair, causing Bax to arch back. Without warning, it snapped again and Bax instantly fell out of view of the camera.
“What happened?! Is he alright?!”
“Oh my god he’s such a lard-ass that he broke his chair!”
“Look at what we’re all doing to him! Look how much of a BLOB we’re making him!”
Soon after, Bax stood back up in front of his computer, raising a large hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it softly. He couldn’t believe that he was so heavy he’d broken his chair, but it was certainly pleasant to see everyone celebrating him. Those donations were now coming in so fast on screen that the system couldn’t keep up. His viewers were way past a million, almost as if he had the largest crowd ever in front of him, cheering him and his insatiable gut on. And they could see everything they had caused.
Bax was immense. Granted, he was 8 feet, but there was no evidence whatsoever that he was a body builder. He was wider than he was tall. His thick arms and legs jostled every time he lifted them. His belly didn’t only bulge out 5 feet from his midriff, but sagged with its immense weight, as did his rear which resembled two bloated beanbags the size of his truck each. His moobs rested atop his monstrous waist, so lardaceous and huge that they’d suit being used as a pillow for three normal-sized furs separately. He’d let himself get so obese and didn’t feel an ounce of regret.
Instead, he posed adamantly, jokingly doing the same poses he used to do during his muscle-building nights. They could see all the wobbles, even hear the loud huffs Bax was making as he exerted the effort to show off his overstuffed belly and immense rear-end. As the viewer count hit 1.5 mil, he grinned past a triple chin.
“I’ll see you all next time, who knows, maybe I’ll end up filling my HOUSE with cake…”
With that he clicked the camera off and left the busy chat to discuss how much fatter Bax was planning on getting. He was already 1000lbs! They had truly ruined Bax’s body and it was more profitable than any muscle-stream Bax had seen.
The huge blue dragon took some time standing in front of his computer that night, browsing the forums that used to celebrate his godly muscles, pleased with the fact that he had to reach over his bulk to use the mouse, his belly smooshing against the desk, pressing it against the wall. Some of them condemned Bax for letting such muscles go to “waist”, but those threads only made him feel a sense of pride. He was still vain, but for completely different reasons. The idea of being enabled by so many was almost pleasurable to him.
Of course, those threads were nothing compared to the new weight gain forums he’d been frequenting, occasionally commenting on them and receiving nothing but praise for allowing himself to blimp up like this. He was their new god of gluttony, and every time he was asked if he planned on stopping he simply replied:
“Not if I can help it. I’m gonna be the world’s fattest dragon.”
Had a HUGE thing for the whole body-builder to lard-ass trope recently. Heck yeah!
Wondered about the pacing of this one. Possible part 2. But he’d have to eat more than anything and become absolutely IMMENSE for that, right? ~
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“That’s me for another show guys, thanks for watching!”
The dragon flexed in front of his computer set-up. Bax was sculpted like a god. Literally, his body was so perfectly maintained and trained that it resembled a giant, blue, marble statue. His scales layered his fortress of a body, perfectly chiseled from head to toe. There was nothing about him that wasn’t handsome, even his eyes were a piercing shade of ochre yellow, contrasting against his blue skin. He stood there, 8 feet of hulking muscle, layered with tattered clothing as he smiled, turning the stream off. God he loved showing off to his fans…
Bax ran a gym just outside the city. In his spare time, he’d set up a ‘bodybuilding’ stream which was essentially a daily hour for him to flex in front of a camera for thousands of adoring fans. He loved it. The compliments and glorifying comments that detailed his enormous pecs, the way he stood with gigantic presence, the way how each step he took around the room rumbled everything in it slightly, it always felt amazing seeing that all these other furs admired him. Year after year, the dragon had built himself up to this strength and sheer mass. It never truly seemed worth it until he’d been able to read those comments.
“Gosh… is he single? He’s so huge and attractive!”
“I don’t know if I’m watching a dragon or a big hulkish demon!”
“I’d be surprised if he couldn’t lift that bed of his using one arm!”
The more they stroked his ego, the more he kept going with it. An hour a day turned to two, then three as he arrived less at his gym and more on the screens of all his admirers. It had been a month since he’d started doing this, and his fan-base had reached a whopping 150,000 subs. Soon enough, he spent more of his time making money from the stream than his original job; and now here he was, finishing another full-day stream, changing into clothes he hadn’t deliberately burst his muscles out of.
He grinned, staring at himself in the mirror. These folks were logging on to WORSHIP him! He didn’t even mind that he wasn’t turning up to work anymore; he had enough money to last more than a few lifetimes and his staff ran the gym while he was away. Besides, any publicity for his business was good, right? Maybe he’d sleep in tomorrow. Everything was working out well for him, to the point where he could follow his own schedule. The bed groaned underneath his weight as he rested his head against a hilariously undersized pillow, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, a loud clatter could be heard from downstairs, waking the hulking resident from his slumber. A hastily wrapped up package lay there in front of the door as the loud, heavy thumps of Bax’s footsteps approached. He picked it up with his powerful hands and tilted his head a little, his cheek meeting one of his bulky shoulders.
“A gift for our god xx”
Bax was a little weirded out; he’d never displayed his address to his viewers before. It couldn’t have been anyone else. He grinned, taking it upstairs. Perhaps this could spice things up for his stream…
Flicking the stream on, he watched the viewer number rise as the comments piqued up as usual. Bax then did what he did best, flexing those guns and showing off his chest as it pressed up against that tight shirt of his.
“Ooohhhh boy here we go!”
“He’s on earlier than usual! Whatcha got for us this time, Bax?”
“Tell me how can I get that BUILT! He’s not a god for nothing!”
“I’ve got something new to show you guys today!” The dragon gleamed as the morning sunlight stroked his body. Lifting the package to the camera, he winked.
“Someone somewhere decided to send me this. Thank you to whoever’s out there, I do appreciate it, even if it’s a LITTLE weird that you’d find my address without me telling…”
Bax began to unravel the string holding it together. The mystery box inside was pink, labeled with confectionary details and a big blue label that simply read “CAKE”.
“Well now! Ordinarily I’d stay away from this sort of thing for something more protein based… but I guess everyone needs a cheat day once in a while, huh?”
He opened it up and inside was a small muffin, emblazed with bright blue icing and yellow sprinkles. Cute, they even made it resemble him! He quickly scooped it into his maw and gulped it down effortlessly, patting his ripped waist as he licked his lips.
“Thank you again, whoever you are! Always remember to take breaks and treat yourself now and then on the journey towards HUGE, RIPPED MUSCLES!”
He suddenly moved his arms inwards and put all the pressure into flexing; his shirt tore open at the sleeves as he bulged out of them. “That was for you, generous stranger” he purred. Gritting his teeth and smiling assertively, he relished in those comments.
“My god, look at him BULGE!”
“Oof, I don’t know about eating cake but if THAT’s what we’re gonna get we need to send him more stuff!”
“Heck, he deserves more gifts! We oughta worship this guy like the god he is!”
Bax had his back towards the camera, tensing his muscles as he resembled a huge, blue Cliffside of muscle. It wasn’t until he turned around that he saw more comments asking about fans being able to send things.
“Oh I dunno guys, I don’t think I want to be greedy or anything…” Bax responded, watching the words scroll past his screen as he looked tentatively at the retorts. “I do it for the show. I don’t know how I’d feel accepting stuff from everyone!”
“You’d deserve it! You do this for us, we want to give more than just donations!”
“Yeah man, I wanna see what everyone else has for you!”
“Haha, I wanna see him tear apart more packages. The way he does it, he’s so strong!”
“W-well, I guess I could…. you know what? I’m curious. How about we try it for a week. I’ll type in a mail address and go collect whatever gets sent there. This could be fun!”
The rest of the day was met with powerful flexes and yet another rise in his subscribers as he tensed the day away. GOD it felt good having so many furs worship his mass like this.
Saturday morning. Bax woke up, more curious than ever about what his fans could’ve sent him. It wasn’t like he was being vain or anything; they’d been TELLING him they wanted to send things. Hopping into his truck, he drove to a nearby depot after being texted that his “storage unit was full”. Weird. He could’ve sworn he’d hired a temporary garage.
“Good to see you lad” a large, dirt-covered wolf grinned as Bax came in, ducking underneath the doorway.
“Hey. You uh… said my container was full? I’m sure I hired a garage yesterday, right? Not just a postbox?”
“Oh yeah, you did. Whoever’s crushing on you has been VERY generous…” The wolf responded, strutting over to one of the many garage doors that lined the building. He opened it up, and Bax’s eyes were bombarded with a barrage of pink, blue, yellow, all kinds of pastille coloured boxes. He gasped. These were all desserts!
“You gotta take ‘em home, lad.” The wolf grunted. “Else I’m gonna have to charge you for another container.” Bax watched as the wolf added a few more boxes to the pile. “They’ve been flying in every 5 minutes! I dunno if someone’s playing a prank on you or somethin’, but they’ve given my boys a workout they’ll never forget.”
Bax nodded and started unloading huge piles of boxes to his truck. Hundreds, hell, thousands of these massive, wedding-cake sized boxes were placed in the back.
“I’ll uh… I’ll have to come back for the rest, my vehicle won’t take anymore!”
The wolf simply nodded, the headed back inside, shouting behind him. “You best come back real soon if they keep arrivin’ like this!”
That night, Bax sat in front of the camera, staring at his bedroom. It usually spanned wide enough to accommodate an entire house’s worth of space, he was fairly affluent after all, but he felt cramped with box after box piled up to the roof behind him. It wasn’t often someone with a body like him filled his entire bedroom with cake.
Turning on his camera, Bax raised a hand behind his head and grinned sheepishly. He watched the chat comments flare up once more.
“He’s late today! Is he in a new house or something?”
“Wait no, he got it! Whoa… he got way more…”
“There’s my one! Damn Bax, you’ve got a hell of a lot there!”
“Wait that’s cake right? He can’t eat that, he’ll ruin his figure!”
Bax gave the usual flex of his arms as the viewer count rose, and subscribers started rising as his stream went on.
“So I uh…” He looked behind him, then back to the camera. “…got your packages… a whole lot of them. I mean, I appreciate it all guys, but no dragon with a body as big as mine is gonna eat ALL of these surely!”
“As big as yours huh? Oh you’d get bigger for sure, just not in the usual way…”
“Heck I’d be tempted with that much!”
“Bax, eat mine! Don’t let it go to waste!”
“Two cheat days in a row? Man, guys, I dunno…” Bax said, grabbing a box nearby and opening it hesitantly. Inside was a set of 6 cupcakes just like the first gift, each layered with colourful frosting and presented beautifully. He took one quietly, and ate it in front of the camera.
“Ahaha! I bought him those! Look there’s my name on the box!”
“Lucky you, maybe he’ll keep going, I wanna see my name on the stream!”
“Aww man, Bax, is mine in there? I got two boxes for you!”
It was odd. Bax was normally resistant to snacking like this and wouldn’t dream of going anywhere near so calorific without having a plan to work it into more muscle. Yet here he was, on the third one, scarfing it down hungrily. He let out a cute grin; based on what chat was saying, they mostly approved! Sure, there were a few expressing concerns of ruining his diet, but it felt nice treating himself to the raucous written applause of tens of thousands of his adoring fans.
It was likely why he chomped down a 4th, 5th, and finally the last cake from the box, licking the frosting from his lips.
“I gotta say, you guys have good taste! I haven’t indulged in that in a long time. A looooong time…” Bax thought back to his days as a chubby teen. He remembered binging on snacks, but back then it was different. For some reason doing this now didn’t feel so bad. He didn’t feel self-conscious overindulging like this. He was worried that there’d be backlash for displaying such gluttony, but if anything his fans were praising him for things like “Showing that not all body-builders follow harsh diets.” He’d even seen a particularly odd comment about “muscle-guts” that he brushed off. That wasn’t his style, surely…
It was then that he opened his eyes wider. His subscriber count had risen 10,000 since he’d started eating! Even though some had unsubbed as a result, it seemed that 2 more took their place! Still those comments kept rolling in, begging for him to look for their box and see what was inside.
“Oh! I uh… heh, I really should be giving these to folks who want them, I don’t think I should eat like this if I want to remain IRON HARD!” The dragon said, lifting his arms above his head to show off his bulging pecs. The comments proceeded to stay fascinated with the mountain of cake products behind him.
“Awww, no more treats for Bax? Shame, you looked so happy eating those cupcakes!”
“Wait he’s not eating anymore? I mean he looks great but I love a man that can eat!”
Bax bit his lip. It was confusing. Ordinarily he’d be miffed that they weren’t talking about his muscles like they used to, but something about them obsessing over him eating was getting to him. He reached for another, thinking the whole time that he was doing it for his fans. He could easily work off whatever he ate…
The comments rushed down the screen so fast he could barely read as he opened the next box. Another 6 cupcakes, each as delicately scented with tantalizing flavours as the last. He couldn’t help it. Though then again, that’s what happens when you have 200,000 viewers who originally came for the sight of your body telling you to indulge. He scooped another cupcake into his maw, thanking the user on the label for it, and smiling not just at the infatuating taste, but also the giddy comments that continued asking questions about him enjoying it.
“Oh! Well, I think I like the raspberry ones best. They’re sweet, but also really uh… buttery.” He stared at himself. God, was he eating something that could be described as “buttery”?!
“Raspberry huh? You always struck me as a blueberry guy!”
“I can tell by how your eyes light up at the pink ones!”
“Baxy’s a hungry guy! You’re making ME hungry!”
Bax grinned as he munched down another cupcake and reached for a 3rd box. Ordinarily he’d try to wow viewers by hunching his abs to intimidate and amaze. Yet here he was snacking like crazy and it only appealed to his fans more. He’d been browsing while he talked, noticing a few body-builder forums with threads about him. There were some really wholesome ones that mentioned what he’d been doing for the past hour and encouraging others to ‘look after their souls, not just their bodies.’ He liked that a lot. Treats were nicer when everyone enjoyed you stuffing yourself with them.
It was certainly that he was doing. His body had never withstood so many calories in one sitting; especially since he was now on box number 6. Unfortunately for him, it was beginning to show…
His stomach was showed a comfortable bulge. It wasn’t anything huge, and if anything it was vastly outsized by his abs, but it was definitely visible; there was a small protrusion as he ate. The comments asked profusely about it.
“Ooooh is that a tummy?”
“Musclegut! MUSCLEGUUUUUUUUT!”
Bax chose to ignore those ones. Surely someone of his stature wouldn’t get fat so easily. And if anything he could work it off! He happily ate a cupcake whole, then the next. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided just to pour the box directly into his maw for the other 4, filling his cheeks and chomping for a little while before swallowing them down.
Looking up his name, he found more muscle forums talking about him. A small minority teased about him “letting himself go today!” Most of them, however, were still enthusiastically praising his “new love for confectionary”. It felt like the whole internet was celebrating his newfound appetite, and he loved every second of it as he ate through a 7th and 8th box.
As the viewer count rose to 250,000, Bax was fully coming to terms with the fact that people were now coming to watch him eat. Usernames like “Bodybuilder6000” and “I WANT GAINS” splayed across the screen as per usual, but accompanying them were usernames he’d previously never considered would visit. Names like “Luv2EatAndEat”, “xBeerBellyx” and one that stuck out more than anything, “FatBlueDragon”.
It caused him to stop for a moment and think carefully about what he was doing. Within the course of one night, he’d eaten far more than some of the heavily overweight folks he’d seen indulging outside of the gym. Looking down at his rock-hard, firm, mid-section he realized something was amiss. It was anything but.
Raising a huge hand to stroke and pat it, it didn’t have the same response it used to, as if he was patting a boulder. It was still heavily defined; almost perfectly square abs layered his waist up to his abs. But it almost felt softer. His eyes looked onwards at the screen; he felt so full and stuffed! He found that his belly was almost easier to grab, as if there was more of it. In fact, he could almost see it poke outwards from beneath his abs, something it previously didn’t do.
Ordinarily he’d be horrified, but he looked at the monetary donations DOUBLE within the course of tonight. He watched his viewer-count rise to 300,000. He looked at those usernames, half of them celebrating his multi-year journey into peak physical fitness, while the other half were almost egging him on to ruin it all. To stuff himself crazily and give everyone what they wanted. He raised a hand to his chin and looked to the side.
“I uh… I’m gonna have to go for a bit, give it uh… 30 minutes! Dinner break everyone!” He got off the seat with an anxious creak and made his way to the bathroom. Taking his time, he only just caught a glance of a comment reading “Come back and eat MORE!”
While comments asked where he was and what he’d been up to, Bax simply stared at the full length mirror, both hands gently pressing against and pinching the soft paunch he’d apparently developed. It was true. Comparing his body to a picture he’d taken yesterday, his stomach had certainly bloated out at least an inch. Bax could only let out a low grunt, lifting his thick tail and staring at it from the side. He let out a slight grin.
Maybe it was the constant encouraging comments he’d been getting from his new “fat admiring” stream-viewers, or perhaps it was the fact that tonight had been a night of sheer debauchery with food he’d never have dreamed of tasting, but something about letting his stomach bulge out like this was infatuating. He breathed in and held his breath, rubbing his tummy as it expanded. Letting out his breath, he smiled sheepishly. God… was he blushing?!
Did he WANT to get fat?!
He shook his head; surely he wouldn’t want something like this. All of the attention this was getting him was altering his usual mindset. Bigger was better, but was this how he wanted to do it? His mind dwelled on the comment “Come back and eat MORE”. He was in a situation where ruining his body and allowing himself to fatten up would not just gain him support from his apparent muscle-admirers, but would be encouraged further by those who wanted to see a huge, blue dragon overstuff himself endlessly. He patted his tummy a few more times, blushed again, then slowly made his way out.
“S-so this may seem a little weird, but I’m gonna let you guys decide what I should eat next!” Bax uttered, nervously patting his tummy a few times to the uproar of his viewers, most of which seemed a little enthusiastic. “I’ll hold a raffle, stick your username in here and I’ll pick one!”
Pressing send, he noticed the number on his raffle skyrocket, counting faster than his eyes could process. It started to slow after 200,000, nearly half his entire viewer-base! Eventually he stopped and it randomly processed a name: “IWannaSeeYouGrow”.
The sheer blatancy of the name itself shocked Bax at first, but he had to admit, he was slightly curious to see what the response would be. “So the lucky winner is… I wanna see you grow, all one word…” he said, gulping softly as he waited for a response. He wasn’t sure if this particular person was a muscle-fanatic or a weight gain fantasist, but one thing was for sure, the other viewers waited on baited breath.
“Make him eat as much as you can!”
“Go for the big one! The huge one at the back!”
“Yeah! Make that belly of his SWELL!”
Bax smirked slightly. This was getting out of control! More surprising however was that he was LETTING it get out of control. Eventually the response came.
“You should treat yourself big guy, let’s go for what everyone wants… the big one at the back!”
Bax let out a nervous snort. He’d dug himself into a very fattening hole now as he reached the far back of the pile and took out a box so large it could easily have been a wardrobe had he rested it against the wall! Opening it up, it seemed to be a two-tier chocolate fudge slab, 6 feet long and 3 feet wide.
“T-there’s no way I’ll manage this much in one go!”
More comments flared up, encouraging him, supporting him on his apparent journey towards gluttony.
“Give the folks what they want Bax! We can all hear your stomach growling for more!”
“Eat it all or I’ll come over there and stuff you myself!”
“Do iiiiiit, let yourself go!”
It was fair enough. That viewer count was starting to reach half a million. He couldn’t deny that this, whatever it was, was successful in terms of his stream.
He reached over with a hand, taking a slice a foot in length and width. Hell, this thing could pass as a large party-cake in itself! It was so dense and delectable and the smell was infatuating. Bax simply shrugged his shoulders, winked at the camera, and took a large bite out of it, taking the time to teasingly flex with his other arm into the camera. Some viewers noticed less definition and more “adorable softness” as one had put it.
A square foot of cake turned into three times that, an entire eighth of this giant confectionary already down the muscle-dragon’s gullet and into his stomach, which was now really starting to show the effects of Bax’s enablers. It no longer resembled the abs that were once there, but instead had rounded out as if there was a big blue scaly beach-ball. And yet, Bax didn’t stop, eyeing the comments now and then. The viewers, as they scaled past half a million, all had one line of thought with them;
They wanted him to keep eating more.
As Bax continued past foot after foot of decadent, fattening fudge, his belly bulged out further, a good foot forward as it bulged comfortably against his lap, billowing at the sides as it gurgled loudly, as if begging the dragon for even more, which he happily gave in to. His belly wasn’t the only part affected, as many observant encouragers noticed.
“Bax! Turn to the side, we wanna see more!”
“LET’S SEE IT FROM THE SIDE, SHOW ME THAT GUT!”
Bax did so, only to realize how on camera he’d changed a lot. Continuing to stuff himself, he felt sudden movements cause his rump to jiggle, getting heavier and gradually bulging outwards with his binging. His massive abs retained their size, but not their firmness. He could feel them gently resisting against his arms as they got softer and cushier. His legs were beginning to thicken out of those toned crevices and ripped muscles into a rounder, more appealing shape.
Bax wasn’t just undergoing the changes of an unusually large snack; he was actually fattening up. And rapidly too.
This didn’t discourage him at all. He’d lost himself so fervently in his crazy binging that the smell of chocolate and fudge enticed him to eat and eat and eat! Three quarters of the entire thing was now consumed by big, greedy Bax, and he showed no signs of stopping, instead speeding up! Streamers were treated to the sounds of his seemingly powerful gulps as those curvy features on his sculpted body grew curvier. He wanted more. They wanted him to have more. It was an endless cycle, with the only constant being that Bax’s weight was increasing.
Soon enough, Bax had finished, sitting back on the chair as he stared ahead. His face didn’t have an ounce of regret on it; he grinned lazily to himself, patting his gut with both hands as his thick tail wrapped around the underside of the chair. He felt so soft!
Hell, even the feeling of sitting was almost more pleasant, the usual thud and getting comfortable was easier now that his rear had billowed out; at least each cheek spanned out further with half a foot given the weight he put on. Rubbing his belly felt amazing; he kneaded at it and let out small grunts of happiness. He stared at his own image on the monitor, not first recognizing himself. He could easily be classified as a muscle-gut now! Those comments were on a rampage as he reveled in his own newfound greed.
“Did you see him?! He was an eating machine!”
“Just logged on, did I miss it? Is he gonna eat more?! He looks so chubby and… pleased!”
“Man I can only DREAM of getting that much cake sent to me, I can’t wait to see what he looks like after eating it all!”
Bax didn’t say anything. He simply waved, nodded, and reached for the camera, shutting down the stream for the night. He laid in bed later, feeling entirely content, still kneading and patting his gut to feel it jiggle. The muscle-gut dragon wasn’t sure if he was going to keep going like this, but one thing was for certain, watching those bathroom scales rise to 500lbs, 25% higher than he was used to, was certainly something…
The following morning, Bax jolted awake to a call. It was the storage wolf from before.
“Bax, was it?! Glad ya picked up! We got a situation on our hands here!”
Bax’s eyebrows dropped.
“One container ain’t enough, we’ve got enough confectionary ‘ere to open a bakery of our own! You gotta buy more or we’re gonna have to start throwin’ stuff out!”
Bax raised a finger to his chin and looked down at his gut. He’d already made his decision.
“Let me buy out twenty. I’ll be over to empty them soon!”
He heard the wolf exclaim something, obviously pleased with Bax’s generous offer, and then hung up. The dragon giggled to himself. Seemed like there was no going back now…
That night Bax didn’t even feel any remorse about his recent weight gain. Heavier always felt better, but this was entirely different.
*Click!*
Bax turned the stream on and grinned widely at the mass of comments coming through. Already the viewers were flooding in in their thousands, eager to celebrate their newfound fatty.
“He’s back! How much fatter do you think he’s gonna get this time?”
“C’mon Bax, let’s see that gut, it gets more handsome every day!”
“Here he is, biggest dragon I’ve ever seen! The only way is up... in weight!”
As goofy and blatant as the comments were, Bax simply nodded and grinned.
“Yup! It’ll be more of last night! Health-freaks look away, I plan on doing some more bulking!”
It was as if he was a totally different person. All these enablers had broken him, and their reward was the foreboding sense of greed and gluttony that Bax was all too happy to appease. Hundreds of thousands were going to watch him completely let go and stuff himself. He didn’t even bother reading the comments in response, only seeing them scale at breakneck pace; obviously they were happy.
Picking up a box from behind him, he licked his lips. If they wanted him to, he’d eat every single box in this room. Literally thousands of these delicious cakes. His eyes screwed shut at the taste of the first; the first of many tonight. He ate voraciously, hardly even chewing as his belly let out a surprising groan. It only spurred him on further… had he already finished the entire box?!
His eyes widened as he grabbed another. He no longer cared! He was going to eat as much as he wanted to, living far away from the lifestyle of fitness god! He wanted MORE.
That night, the room filled with the constant moans of Bax hurling himself into a feeding frenzy, the likes of which he’d never engaged in and many of his viewers had never seen. His fat-fantasizing fans were almost shocked at how quickly Bax was devouring everything, even with other “gainer streams” they’d watched; none of them compared to the gluttony the huge blue dragon was showing.
“W-whoa, shouldn’t he slow down? He’s knew to fattening up isn’t he?”
“No, Nooooooo speed up! SPEED UP BAX!”
“I can almost see his belly growing!”
It was true, Bax was eating at such a breakneck pace that as the pile of discarded boxes and wrappers grew beside him, so did his body. His belly was widening so much that it rested gently against his lap. His muscular thighs and hips looked almost as if they were melting before they rose with new flab. He could feel his chair getting comfier not because of the padding on it, but because of the growing padding on him. And yet, Bax continued to eat and eat and eat.
The viewer count was starting to fast approach one million. All of them getting to see what they’d come for. The huge blue dragon’s belly was bulging out so much that each time Bax reached back for another box, it wobbled quite vividly, much to the pleasure of his viewers. His rear was widening to the point of each cheek meeting each arm of the chair. If he kept going like this he’d likely get stuck in it. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop Bax’s feeding rampage.
Cake after cake fell down the gullet of the greedy dragon as his body quickly shifted from muscle-gut to full on obese. There was nothing elegant about the way he was eating now; each box was hastily poured into his face entirely and tossed aside as if it were nothing. The sheer calorie count alone would be enough to surprise anyone, but to Bax it was an ever-increasing number that he sought to show off with to his enablers.
“Look at that butt bulge! He’s gonna need to take those arms off if he keeps getting bigger!”
Bax paused and look down at himself. His gut had spanned out 3 feet while the arms of his chair were losing the battle against his swollen rump. It bulged copiously underneath the arms, wobbling each time the chair moved. Still, Bax continued to get fatter and fatter.
“Oh dear guys, it seems like this chair’s getting too small for me!” Bax quipped. “Wonder what’s gonna happen if I keep STUFFING MY FACE!”
He laughed almost maniacally, feeding himself twice as fast as the arms started to creak. Each rump-cheek bulged out fatter and fatter. As time progressed, Bax was quickly out-fattening the chair, the arms starting to bend outwards to give him more room to swell. His belly was swelling foot by foot until rolls started to emerge, announcing that he’d gone beyond obese and well into massive. His tough pecs had now turned into fully pillowy mounds of blue flab, indicating Bax’s constant binges.
As Bax poured the 500th box towards his maw, it happened. The arms practically exploded off of the chair, sending the dragon’s backside billowing outwards, wobbling like crazy. He was now so fat that no one could see the chair itself, fully immersed in the dragon’s on going rolls and curves.
“Heh, I could’ve sworn this chair was shrinking, either that or maybe I’m just getting bigger…”
Bax leaned close to the mic, teasing his viewers.
“…and bigger and bigger. As if I’m gaining weight too fast for my own good…”
Grinning menacingly at the chat-log as it exploded into “oh god”s and “mmmrrrr”s, he was about to keep going until another loud snap occurred from the chair, causing Bax to arch back. Without warning, it snapped again and Bax instantly fell out of view of the camera.
“What happened?! Is he alright?!”
“Oh my god he’s such a lard-ass that he broke his chair!”
“Look at what we’re all doing to him! Look how much of a BLOB we’re making him!”
Soon after, Bax stood back up in front of his computer, raising a large hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it softly. He couldn’t believe that he was so heavy he’d broken his chair, but it was certainly pleasant to see everyone celebrating him. Those donations were now coming in so fast on screen that the system couldn’t keep up. His viewers were way past a million, almost as if he had the largest crowd ever in front of him, cheering him and his insatiable gut on. And they could see everything they had caused.
Bax was immense. Granted, he was 8 feet, but there was no evidence whatsoever that he was a body builder. He was wider than he was tall. His thick arms and legs jostled every time he lifted them. His belly didn’t only bulge out 5 feet from his midriff, but sagged with its immense weight, as did his rear which resembled two bloated beanbags the size of his truck each. His moobs rested atop his monstrous waist, so lardaceous and huge that they’d suit being used as a pillow for three normal-sized furs separately. He’d let himself get so obese and didn’t feel an ounce of regret.
Instead, he posed adamantly, jokingly doing the same poses he used to do during his muscle-building nights. They could see all the wobbles, even hear the loud huffs Bax was making as he exerted the effort to show off his overstuffed belly and immense rear-end. As the viewer count hit 1.5 mil, he grinned past a triple chin.
“I’ll see you all next time, who knows, maybe I’ll end up filling my HOUSE with cake…”
With that he clicked the camera off and left the busy chat to discuss how much fatter Bax was planning on getting. He was already 1000lbs! They had truly ruined Bax’s body and it was more profitable than any muscle-stream Bax had seen.
The huge blue dragon took some time standing in front of his computer that night, browsing the forums that used to celebrate his godly muscles, pleased with the fact that he had to reach over his bulk to use the mouse, his belly smooshing against the desk, pressing it against the wall. Some of them condemned Bax for letting such muscles go to “waist”, but those threads only made him feel a sense of pride. He was still vain, but for completely different reasons. The idea of being enabled by so many was almost pleasurable to him.
Of course, those threads were nothing compared to the new weight gain forums he’d been frequenting, occasionally commenting on them and receiving nothing but praise for allowing himself to blimp up like this. He was their new god of gluttony, and every time he was asked if he planned on stopping he simply replied:
“Not if I can help it. I’m gonna be the world’s fattest dragon.”
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 100 x 100px
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Beefcake or blob, Bax sounds like a stud! I'd love to see where he goes from here - just how big the world's fattest dragon is.
At the rate he's going, he'll become a massive blob before long. Those fans of his would probably settle for nothing less!
It would be quite the show, I'm sure~
It would be quite the show, I'm sure~
At this point, people are gonna decide to live on him. (Why hasn’t anybody thought of that idea except for me?)
this is screaming for a part 2 and a comic of this~ We need this drawn!
Love the idea of encouragement from a rabid audience. The details of him getting quieter and more flustered as they encourage him are really hot...
Slowly breaking him, eeking away at his mind until he slowly justifies that growing, swelling gut of his, bigger and bigger, his appetite slowly taking over...
hell yeah <3
hell yeah <3
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