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Day 24 of 50 days of fics! This one here is for adumbratio starring his bull OC Daniel. He hears rumors about a haunted house with some fattening themes, and decides to see it for himself.
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Daniel checked his phone after he parked next to the massive, rundown house. He had read some posts online about a peculiar “haunted house” attraction that had opened in the area, just in time for Halloween. He had never been particularly interested in the likes of things like that, but there were rumors circulating it that aligned with his interests quite readily. Before getting out of his car, he read back over a number of them;
bigbellybear89:
“so that haunted house’s story is kind of kinky, huh”
gainerglen:
“yes! I heard that they went for something like “ooh, gluttony is baaaaaad”, but its actually just like, a stuffing fic lmao. I wanna go but its so far away, hopefully someone takes some pics hehe”
supersizedshark:
“I heard that there are people who walk back out of it at least three times their size. You’d think there would be a news report about it, but nothing comes up in the search results.”
The bull’s curiosity was certainly piqued. The whole situation had an air of mystery about it, and it being tied into something that seemed like it was gainer-centric was the cherry on top. He had to see what it was like for himself. At worst, it would be boring and he’d be out of a small amount of time and money. But at best, it could very well be an experience he’d have for himself that he’d be able to think back on for years to come. At the very least, he could appreciate the architectural care put into the building, looking almost too authentic for a simply Halloween attraction.
Getting out of his car, he stepped up to the wide doors, a sign standing next to them reading “HAUNTED HOUSE - $5, FREE IF YOU DON’T GET SCARED”. Scoffing a little, he laughed to himself over the staff not knowing that he was there to experience something very different than fear. Opening one of the doors, he stepped inside to an interior that was decorated like an old-fashioned English country house. It didn’t exactly match up with the weathered-looking exterior, as if it was meant to be a functional home rather than a haunted house.
At the opposite end of the foyer, he could see a staff member tending to a desk, another information sign placed next to it. Before he proceeded though, he took a moment to appreciate the attention to detail that went into the furnishings. Most of the chairs looked a little strange to the bull. None of them had arm rests, and all of their seats were much wider than what he normally saw. ‘They really went all-out with this…’ he thought, piecing together that the décor must have been picked to reflect the “story” that the house was rumored to have.
He froze for a second as he laid eyes upon a portrait hanging on the wall. It was an intricate painting of one of the heaviest men he’d ever seen, adorned in a Victorian era outfit that looked fit to burst off of him at any moment. Peculiarly, the man was a bull, just like Daniel, and even had a similar hair and fur color. As he took the painting in, he imagined what it would be look to be that big, or possibly even bigger.
After a minute or so of gazing at the portrait, he was brought back to reality by the staff member calling to him. “Hello, sir? Are you here for the haunted house?”
Daniel snapped out of his stupor and turned to answer the man. “Oh! Yes… I’m here for the haunted house. I can tell you really went above and beyond with the detail.”
The staff member let out a small chuckle at Daniel’s observation. “Well, there isn’t a very big market for some of the seating, so I’m sure that the lor- er, manager, could easily afford it. Is it just yourself today?” Nodding and simply responding with a “yes”, the bull could see the worker’s eyes light up and a small yet devious grin write itself on his face. Not looking into it too much, he watched as the worker stepped behind the desk and continued; “Well then, normally the price is five dollars but… there’s hasn’t been a whole lot of traffic today. If you play along with the actors while they walk you through the house, it’ll be free. So they don’t die of boredom, that’s all.”
It seemed like a suspiciously good deal, but Daniel could understand that the other staff members would probably be fine with chipping in a little if it meant making the shift go by faster. “Sounds good!” he said, as he passed a bill to the worker. “Thank you, I’ll try not to get in their way” laughed Daniel as the worker dinged a bell at the desk. Shortly after, a well-dressed man came out from one of the many nearby doorways and greeted them;
“Hello! Just the one, eh? Perfect!” he said with a booming voice. “Now then, follow me, and I’ll take you along for the tale of Lord Taylor, a man who inherited an unfortunate curse that left him prey to the whims of a gluttony that could never be sated.”
Daniel’s ears perked up at the premise of the story. It seemed to be right in line with what the online posts were talking about, and if it was a story of how the man in the portrait wound up so large, he was more than excited to see what it might entail. “Is that the man the painting in the foyer is of?” asked the bull as he was taken down a corridor, following the guide closely.
“Why, that is correct! Though, he wasn’t always so large. In fact, he was quite fit when he was younger, as you can see here” explained the guide as he showed Daniel into a room. It was a little hard to see because of a small layer of fog enveloping the room, but he could make out a thin figure that must have been another one of the actors put in place for the tour. He watched on as the guide continued the story; “But alas, his trim figure would not last, for he was cursed to become unstoppably gluttonous, just as every first son in his family’s heritage. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to resist the temptations of food, and on the day of his twentieth birthday, he began to fall into the clutches of the curse.”
Immediately after the guide’s explanation, the thin actor started to voraciously eat a plate of food that had been partially obscured by the fog. The story certainly piqued Daniel’s interest, but he couldn’t help but start to feel hungry, despite having eaten just an hour or so before coming to the house. “You are welcome to eat some of the food, if you’d like. It would all go to waste otherwise, so go on, help yourself” said the guide as he nudged Daniel forward a bit. It seemed a bit strange, but since he didn’t really know what went on in this kinds of attractions, he followed his gut and accepted the offer.
Picking up some bits and pieces from various plates, Daniel began to pick away at the food on the table that hadn’t been touched by the other actor. For free food it was quite delicious, and he wound up eating a fair bit more than he anticipated, causing his small paunch to bulge out a little against his shirt. While he was eating, he didn’t notice how the guide and actor were giving each other some sinister looks of approval at his decision to indulge.
Once he was done with his impromptu snack, the guide resumed the tour, beckoning for Daniel to follow. The bull went along with him, feeling sated for the time being. The guide talked more about the story, most of it being on the boring side since it was more focused on anything but the growing lord himself. There were some more hints in the scenery of the hallways that painted a more interesting picture to him. Paintings of the cursed lord stuffing himself and being fatter in every one, along with some torn outfits on display kept his attention far easier than the mundane descriptions of the lord’s subjects talking about a way to cleanse the curse.
After a little more walking, the pair arrived at another room as the guide returned to a more interesting topic. “Unable to truly understand the nature of the curse, Lord Taylor was sentenced to continue falling prey to it. Months of eating until he couldn’t fit in another bite had taken their toll on his waistline. In no time at all, he was twice as heavy as any of the townsfolk, and there was no sign of stopping in sight. If anything, the curse grew stronger, forcing him into devouring greater and greater quantities of food.”
In the room, Daniel could see another actor. As the guide’s story had said, he must have been at least three hundred pounds, his outfit contouring itself to every curve. Just as before, most of his act was simply theatrically gorging himself on the spread of food laid out on the table. Daniel watched on for a bit, admittedly drawn in by the sight of a fat man in such snug clothing, and stuffing his face no less. He felt a firm hand grip his shoulder as the guide cocked his head towards the food. “No need to be so modest, you’re more than invited to indulge, yourself.”
He thought that he had been pretty safely full after the first room, but he was second guessing himself the longer he pondered it. No matter what he may have been remembering, it wasn’t stopping the fact that all over again, he was feeling his hunger start to ramp up once more. ‘Life imitates art, that’s the saying, isn’t it?’ he thought as he found himself in a situation not too dissimilar to Lord Taylor’s. There was a bit of hesitation, the bull worried about where exactly this might go. But he told himself that it would be impossible for him to wind up outgrowing his clothes in just a single day of overeating.
Grabbing for whatever was on the closest plate, he treated himself to anything and everything that looked tasty to him. For free food, it was even more delicious than most things he paid good money for. Or perhaps it was due to how hungry he was all of a sudden. It didn’t really matter to him in the moment though. He was given free rein to eat as much of it as he wanted, and there didn’t seem to by any strings attached.
Unlike the first room’s food though, the second course wasn’t as innocent as he thought. Being slightly chubby to begin with, he didn’t quite notice at first, but he was growing bigger, little by little. His belly started to curve outwards more, and his chest started to fill out with plump padding, tightening the fit of his shirt. His arms and legs grew flabbier, and his backside started to stretch the fabric of his pants snugly around its added curvature. Even small movements sent faint waves of jiggles across his form as it became increasingly pliable.
Daniel had been zoning out a little while he ate, his ravenous appetite drawing the majority of his attention. But as he dealt with the second wave of hunger, he started to realize what he was doing. Thinking that the staff members were staring at him in a not-so-positive light, he bashfully stepped back away and said “that was really good! Er, compliments to the chef.” He laughed it off a little, and the two staff members smiled at each other.
“I’m glad that you’re enjoying the tour so much. I’m sure that you’re starting to understand what the lord must have been going through. And as you can imagine, his story did not simply end there. No, his curse only continued to influence him as he grew used to his new lifestyle. One of unrepressed gluttony, leading him down a path where some say that he may well have been enjoying it” explained the guide, as he led Daniel back out. The bull’s face turned red as he felt his new bulk sloshing around with every step he took. It was a conflicting feeling. On one hand, it was a heavenly feeling. But on the other, he wasn’t sure how much more he would be able to take before his clothes would start to give out.
Daniel followed the guide through the halls, deeper into the vast house. Like before, most of what the guide was saying in the hallway wasn’t particularly engaging, but slowly, the topics moved more towards the challenges that came with Lord Taylor’s burgeoning self. Wardrobe malfunctions, broken furniture, calling for specialized fittings around the house among other things that had to change to accommodate his size. They were all things that Daniel had hoped he might have to experience during his own journey as a gainer.
It wasn’t much longer before the guide arrived at the third room, gesturing for Daniel to enter before explaining. “As I’m sure you can imagine, Lord Taylor’s weighty trajectory was still upwards. He had nearly grown too fat for his throne, and the carpenters had been busy widening the doorways and reinforcing the floors. His subjects no longer had any time to try to lift the curse, for he had demanded that they tend to his nearly constant hunger.”
Looking further in, Daniel saw an actor that must have been just shy of five-hundred pounds, He was firmly planted in a mock-throne and had two other actors at his side, hand-feeding him from a couple carts of food. As the guide placed a hand behind his back to usher him towards the food, Daniel’s mind started to flood with thoughts. The tone of the story had slowly been shifting from being a cautionary tale into something that was straight out of a weight gain fanfiction. It was just as the posts on his phone said, and now he was being goaded into being another one of the visitors that the last post was talking about.
‘There… must be something in the food that leaves you hungrier than when you ate it!’ he thought as he could feel his hunger ramping up yet again. The better part of his mind was trying to tell him to be more careful about things, but between his appetite and his desire to see himself bigger, he ultimately wound up walking over to the carts to gorge himself for a third time. Letting go of his inhibitions, he ate with gusto, almost moaning from how good it felt.
His body responded to the food almost immediately. With every mouthful, his gut swelled with fat, starting to hang down over his waistband in no time at all. It started to spill out of the bottom of his shirt, exposing a large strip of brown fur that gently swayed with every movement he made. The shirt rode up further and further, catching itself on his growing moobs as they pulled it tight at the sides, the seams starting to become strained from the pressure.
The bull’s lower half was keeping up quite readily with the rest of him. The space between his thighs was rapidly diminishing, until they were squished up against each other. His pants were starting to reach their limits, struggling to wrap themselves around his thickening legs, and his backside wasn’t helping now that it was approaching a width where he could take up two seats. Even his tail was a little chunkier than before, a small layer of chub now enrobing it.
Daniel could feel that he was definitely a fair bit more heavyset than he was compared to the second room. Not only that, but he was definitely playing a risky game with how he kept on eating, with how much his outfit was struggling. As he heard a tearing sound echo through the room, he instinctively stopped and stepped back from the cart, looking at it to see that he had eaten most of what was on it. Craning his head to see where the tear came from, he saw that one of the seams of his shirt had burst open, a tuft of brown fur peeking out through the hole.
“Sorry, I think I might be overdoing it a bit…” he said, even though his hunger was only half-sated. He knew that if he got any bigger, he might wind up in nothing but his underwear, or even worse depending on how heavy he might get. It wasn’t the most accurate to blindly estimate weights, but he felt like he must have become as fat as the actor, healthily in the four-hundred pound range. He didn’t have very much time to enjoy his new size though, as he guide grabbed his attention and grinned wryly at the sight.
“No, no, don’t be sorry. It’s not often that we get a visitor who plays along with us so well” said the guide. “And it’s not often that… things like that happen” he said, making a gesture to the tear in Daniel’s shirt. “Never fear, we have some old prop clothing that you can use that was supposed to be for another actor. It’s yours if you don’t sue, since we are technically liable.” The bull was relieved that there was a solution where he might not need to publically embarrass himself, though he found the last bit to be slightly overdramatic. Daniel couldn’t even imagine taking legal action over something so small, yet alone something he was secretly enjoying.
“If you’re offering, then I do need some new clothes…” he said, following the guide back out of the room and through another set of halls. It was definitely trickier for him than it was before to walk around, with how much extra bulk he had. His belly had slipped out of his shirt completely, and he could feel the seams of his pants starting to reach their limit with every step. “So… what ever happened to Lord Taylor?” asked Daniel.
“Oh, right, the story. Well, as you had seen, the curse soon became his lifestyle. He would eat practically all day, and he reached a truly historic size before he stopped growing any bigger. As you can see by that painting.”
“And this story is fake… right?” asked Daniel.
The guide refrained from answering as the two of them approached another door. “Now then, just step inside and we’ll get you situated for those replacement clothes” said the guide. Daniel did as he said, and he was greeted by the smell of even more food. ‘With some new clothes maybe I can eat just a little more…’ he thought. He could tell that he was “full”, but for whatever reason, he still felt like he could eat.
After a brief wait, the guide brought over a set of garments. As Daniel took them, he came to the realization that they were slightly too big for him, even at his size. They were still wearable though, albeit notably loose. His train of thought was derailed as he came upon a realization; “These… were clothes for an actor, right? What role was he supposed to play?”
“Ah, they were meant for someone to play Lord Taylor at his largest. But even in these modern times, and even with such ample supplies of food, it is exceptionally difficult to find someone to match his girth. Hence, why they are available.”
Daniel wanted to ask some more questions, but his attention was pulled to a nearby table piled high with food. ‘That must have been what I smelled when I came in’ he thought. ‘It’s probably ok if I just take a little bite…’ As the bull wasted no time in returning to his gluttonous streak, the guide smirked at how he didn’t even bother to question how convenient it was. “A coincidence, or fate? I wonder sometimes” he said under his breath.
As with all the food he’d been eating since the second room, Daniel had started to grow again after the first mouthful. He could feel the costume becoming more appropriately-fitted with every extra pound he put on. His arms grew thick and blubbery as they filled out the sleeves, and his moobs were massive mounds of pudge that rested on top of his behemoth of a belly. The need for him to wear a belt was slowly subsiding as his backside and thighs pulled the fabric of his pants comfortably around them.
Unlike with the other self-stuffings he had given himself over the course of the tour though, the table of food he was working on seemed to finally be enough to bring him to a point where he could undoubtedly declare himself as fully-sated. As he approached the last couple of plates, he felt that his stomach was rapidly running out of room with every greedy mouthful he ate. Even if he could have comfortably stopped at that point, there was an odd sense of compulsion for him to finish the job.
The bull’s speedy pace of eating was slowing down considerably as he started to reach his limit. He had grown enough to fill out the remaining space in the outfit the guide gave to him, and the tightness in his middle was making it awkward for him to jostle his gut in certain ways. As he worked on the final mouthful of the last plate, the sensations of exhaustion and overwhelming fullness started to set in. He couldn’t even give himself a proper belly rub in his current state, his midsection sticking out in front of him like a wrecking ball.
“I don’t think I could eat another bite…” huffed Daniel.
“That’s just because you haven’t had someone who could help push you to your limits” responded the guide, a devious smile etching itself on his face. The guide stepped over to Daniel, walking him over to one of the massive chairs and took a seat, the wooden frame of it creaking a little underneath the hundreds of pounds of bull sat upon it. Pulling over the table, the guide held a pastry to Daniel’s mouth, an expectant look in his eyes.
Daniel felt like he was too full to even consider it, but it wouldn’t be his choice to make. Taking matters into his own hands, the guide shoved the pastry into the bull’s mouth. Daniel let out an “mmph!” and was forced to swallow. He groaned a little as he felt his stomach fill up even more, but he wouldn’t get a chance to recover as the guide grabbed another morsel from the table. It was only a plate or two’s worth of food, but every mouthful was a challenge in itself.
With his free hand, the guide rubbed Daniel’s belly to alleviate some of the tension, which made it easier for him to jam whatever he could get his hands on into the bull. Daniel couldn’t do anything except eat whatever the guide was forcing into him, his belly becoming distended from every last bit of free space it had being taken up with food. Even if it was against his will, there was a part of him that welcomed it. He secretly enjoyed being taken to his limit like this, and the surprisingly tender belly rubs he was receiving were the cherry on top.
After what felt like hours to Daniel, the table was finally empty. The guide took the last pastry and slid it into the bull’s mouth. He chewed for a little bit before swallowing and let out a long exhale now that he knew he was finished for real. His gut was so packed with food that it had started to become firm again. There was a little bit of give to it, but for the most part it held its round shape thanks to his bloated stomach keeping everything held in place. Daniel let out a weary sigh as he let himself process the whole ordeal. His borderline spherical belly completely eclipsed his lap, the once-loose costume now fitted quite snug around it.
The guide let out a small bit of clapping at the sight of it. “See? A little push was all you needed to finish it all. Color me impressed that you managed, even with some ‘encouragement’ it’s not an easy feat.”
“Heh, thanks” sighed Daniel. He wanted to lie down for the rest of the day, or even week, but he knew he’d still need to get home later. “Do you normally get guests who… wind up like this? It seems like something you might want to advertise…”
“Well, there have been a few… There is a kernel of truth in the story of this house, in that people who er, ‘resonate’ with the curse are affected by it. This house did in fact belong to a real Lord Taylor, who underwent a similar experience. Speaking of, you do quite conveniently look to be about the size of that old portrait of his. You’re even a bull, it’s like the stars aligned for it” laughed the guide.
“A twist of fate, huh?” muttered Daniel. He didn’t really believe in fate like that, but he certainly didn’t mind how things turned out.
“Um, I’m sure that my manager would want to ask this but, since you do bear such a striking resemblance to the lord, would you be interested in playing his part in the tour for the rest of the season? You’d be paid of course, and you’d be more than well-fed for the part!”
Daniel pondered it for a moment before giving his answer, a simple “deal” coming from his mouth with a smile on his face.
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Daniel checked his phone after he parked next to the massive, rundown house. He had read some posts online about a peculiar “haunted house” attraction that had opened in the area, just in time for Halloween. He had never been particularly interested in the likes of things like that, but there were rumors circulating it that aligned with his interests quite readily. Before getting out of his car, he read back over a number of them;
bigbellybear89:
“so that haunted house’s story is kind of kinky, huh”
gainerglen:
“yes! I heard that they went for something like “ooh, gluttony is baaaaaad”, but its actually just like, a stuffing fic lmao. I wanna go but its so far away, hopefully someone takes some pics hehe”
supersizedshark:
“I heard that there are people who walk back out of it at least three times their size. You’d think there would be a news report about it, but nothing comes up in the search results.”
The bull’s curiosity was certainly piqued. The whole situation had an air of mystery about it, and it being tied into something that seemed like it was gainer-centric was the cherry on top. He had to see what it was like for himself. At worst, it would be boring and he’d be out of a small amount of time and money. But at best, it could very well be an experience he’d have for himself that he’d be able to think back on for years to come. At the very least, he could appreciate the architectural care put into the building, looking almost too authentic for a simply Halloween attraction.
Getting out of his car, he stepped up to the wide doors, a sign standing next to them reading “HAUNTED HOUSE - $5, FREE IF YOU DON’T GET SCARED”. Scoffing a little, he laughed to himself over the staff not knowing that he was there to experience something very different than fear. Opening one of the doors, he stepped inside to an interior that was decorated like an old-fashioned English country house. It didn’t exactly match up with the weathered-looking exterior, as if it was meant to be a functional home rather than a haunted house.
At the opposite end of the foyer, he could see a staff member tending to a desk, another information sign placed next to it. Before he proceeded though, he took a moment to appreciate the attention to detail that went into the furnishings. Most of the chairs looked a little strange to the bull. None of them had arm rests, and all of their seats were much wider than what he normally saw. ‘They really went all-out with this…’ he thought, piecing together that the décor must have been picked to reflect the “story” that the house was rumored to have.
He froze for a second as he laid eyes upon a portrait hanging on the wall. It was an intricate painting of one of the heaviest men he’d ever seen, adorned in a Victorian era outfit that looked fit to burst off of him at any moment. Peculiarly, the man was a bull, just like Daniel, and even had a similar hair and fur color. As he took the painting in, he imagined what it would be look to be that big, or possibly even bigger.
After a minute or so of gazing at the portrait, he was brought back to reality by the staff member calling to him. “Hello, sir? Are you here for the haunted house?”
Daniel snapped out of his stupor and turned to answer the man. “Oh! Yes… I’m here for the haunted house. I can tell you really went above and beyond with the detail.”
The staff member let out a small chuckle at Daniel’s observation. “Well, there isn’t a very big market for some of the seating, so I’m sure that the lor- er, manager, could easily afford it. Is it just yourself today?” Nodding and simply responding with a “yes”, the bull could see the worker’s eyes light up and a small yet devious grin write itself on his face. Not looking into it too much, he watched as the worker stepped behind the desk and continued; “Well then, normally the price is five dollars but… there’s hasn’t been a whole lot of traffic today. If you play along with the actors while they walk you through the house, it’ll be free. So they don’t die of boredom, that’s all.”
It seemed like a suspiciously good deal, but Daniel could understand that the other staff members would probably be fine with chipping in a little if it meant making the shift go by faster. “Sounds good!” he said, as he passed a bill to the worker. “Thank you, I’ll try not to get in their way” laughed Daniel as the worker dinged a bell at the desk. Shortly after, a well-dressed man came out from one of the many nearby doorways and greeted them;
“Hello! Just the one, eh? Perfect!” he said with a booming voice. “Now then, follow me, and I’ll take you along for the tale of Lord Taylor, a man who inherited an unfortunate curse that left him prey to the whims of a gluttony that could never be sated.”
Daniel’s ears perked up at the premise of the story. It seemed to be right in line with what the online posts were talking about, and if it was a story of how the man in the portrait wound up so large, he was more than excited to see what it might entail. “Is that the man the painting in the foyer is of?” asked the bull as he was taken down a corridor, following the guide closely.
“Why, that is correct! Though, he wasn’t always so large. In fact, he was quite fit when he was younger, as you can see here” explained the guide as he showed Daniel into a room. It was a little hard to see because of a small layer of fog enveloping the room, but he could make out a thin figure that must have been another one of the actors put in place for the tour. He watched on as the guide continued the story; “But alas, his trim figure would not last, for he was cursed to become unstoppably gluttonous, just as every first son in his family’s heritage. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to resist the temptations of food, and on the day of his twentieth birthday, he began to fall into the clutches of the curse.”
Immediately after the guide’s explanation, the thin actor started to voraciously eat a plate of food that had been partially obscured by the fog. The story certainly piqued Daniel’s interest, but he couldn’t help but start to feel hungry, despite having eaten just an hour or so before coming to the house. “You are welcome to eat some of the food, if you’d like. It would all go to waste otherwise, so go on, help yourself” said the guide as he nudged Daniel forward a bit. It seemed a bit strange, but since he didn’t really know what went on in this kinds of attractions, he followed his gut and accepted the offer.
Picking up some bits and pieces from various plates, Daniel began to pick away at the food on the table that hadn’t been touched by the other actor. For free food it was quite delicious, and he wound up eating a fair bit more than he anticipated, causing his small paunch to bulge out a little against his shirt. While he was eating, he didn’t notice how the guide and actor were giving each other some sinister looks of approval at his decision to indulge.
Once he was done with his impromptu snack, the guide resumed the tour, beckoning for Daniel to follow. The bull went along with him, feeling sated for the time being. The guide talked more about the story, most of it being on the boring side since it was more focused on anything but the growing lord himself. There were some more hints in the scenery of the hallways that painted a more interesting picture to him. Paintings of the cursed lord stuffing himself and being fatter in every one, along with some torn outfits on display kept his attention far easier than the mundane descriptions of the lord’s subjects talking about a way to cleanse the curse.
After a little more walking, the pair arrived at another room as the guide returned to a more interesting topic. “Unable to truly understand the nature of the curse, Lord Taylor was sentenced to continue falling prey to it. Months of eating until he couldn’t fit in another bite had taken their toll on his waistline. In no time at all, he was twice as heavy as any of the townsfolk, and there was no sign of stopping in sight. If anything, the curse grew stronger, forcing him into devouring greater and greater quantities of food.”
In the room, Daniel could see another actor. As the guide’s story had said, he must have been at least three hundred pounds, his outfit contouring itself to every curve. Just as before, most of his act was simply theatrically gorging himself on the spread of food laid out on the table. Daniel watched on for a bit, admittedly drawn in by the sight of a fat man in such snug clothing, and stuffing his face no less. He felt a firm hand grip his shoulder as the guide cocked his head towards the food. “No need to be so modest, you’re more than invited to indulge, yourself.”
He thought that he had been pretty safely full after the first room, but he was second guessing himself the longer he pondered it. No matter what he may have been remembering, it wasn’t stopping the fact that all over again, he was feeling his hunger start to ramp up once more. ‘Life imitates art, that’s the saying, isn’t it?’ he thought as he found himself in a situation not too dissimilar to Lord Taylor’s. There was a bit of hesitation, the bull worried about where exactly this might go. But he told himself that it would be impossible for him to wind up outgrowing his clothes in just a single day of overeating.
Grabbing for whatever was on the closest plate, he treated himself to anything and everything that looked tasty to him. For free food, it was even more delicious than most things he paid good money for. Or perhaps it was due to how hungry he was all of a sudden. It didn’t really matter to him in the moment though. He was given free rein to eat as much of it as he wanted, and there didn’t seem to by any strings attached.
Unlike the first room’s food though, the second course wasn’t as innocent as he thought. Being slightly chubby to begin with, he didn’t quite notice at first, but he was growing bigger, little by little. His belly started to curve outwards more, and his chest started to fill out with plump padding, tightening the fit of his shirt. His arms and legs grew flabbier, and his backside started to stretch the fabric of his pants snugly around its added curvature. Even small movements sent faint waves of jiggles across his form as it became increasingly pliable.
Daniel had been zoning out a little while he ate, his ravenous appetite drawing the majority of his attention. But as he dealt with the second wave of hunger, he started to realize what he was doing. Thinking that the staff members were staring at him in a not-so-positive light, he bashfully stepped back away and said “that was really good! Er, compliments to the chef.” He laughed it off a little, and the two staff members smiled at each other.
“I’m glad that you’re enjoying the tour so much. I’m sure that you’re starting to understand what the lord must have been going through. And as you can imagine, his story did not simply end there. No, his curse only continued to influence him as he grew used to his new lifestyle. One of unrepressed gluttony, leading him down a path where some say that he may well have been enjoying it” explained the guide, as he led Daniel back out. The bull’s face turned red as he felt his new bulk sloshing around with every step he took. It was a conflicting feeling. On one hand, it was a heavenly feeling. But on the other, he wasn’t sure how much more he would be able to take before his clothes would start to give out.
Daniel followed the guide through the halls, deeper into the vast house. Like before, most of what the guide was saying in the hallway wasn’t particularly engaging, but slowly, the topics moved more towards the challenges that came with Lord Taylor’s burgeoning self. Wardrobe malfunctions, broken furniture, calling for specialized fittings around the house among other things that had to change to accommodate his size. They were all things that Daniel had hoped he might have to experience during his own journey as a gainer.
It wasn’t much longer before the guide arrived at the third room, gesturing for Daniel to enter before explaining. “As I’m sure you can imagine, Lord Taylor’s weighty trajectory was still upwards. He had nearly grown too fat for his throne, and the carpenters had been busy widening the doorways and reinforcing the floors. His subjects no longer had any time to try to lift the curse, for he had demanded that they tend to his nearly constant hunger.”
Looking further in, Daniel saw an actor that must have been just shy of five-hundred pounds, He was firmly planted in a mock-throne and had two other actors at his side, hand-feeding him from a couple carts of food. As the guide placed a hand behind his back to usher him towards the food, Daniel’s mind started to flood with thoughts. The tone of the story had slowly been shifting from being a cautionary tale into something that was straight out of a weight gain fanfiction. It was just as the posts on his phone said, and now he was being goaded into being another one of the visitors that the last post was talking about.
‘There… must be something in the food that leaves you hungrier than when you ate it!’ he thought as he could feel his hunger ramping up yet again. The better part of his mind was trying to tell him to be more careful about things, but between his appetite and his desire to see himself bigger, he ultimately wound up walking over to the carts to gorge himself for a third time. Letting go of his inhibitions, he ate with gusto, almost moaning from how good it felt.
His body responded to the food almost immediately. With every mouthful, his gut swelled with fat, starting to hang down over his waistband in no time at all. It started to spill out of the bottom of his shirt, exposing a large strip of brown fur that gently swayed with every movement he made. The shirt rode up further and further, catching itself on his growing moobs as they pulled it tight at the sides, the seams starting to become strained from the pressure.
The bull’s lower half was keeping up quite readily with the rest of him. The space between his thighs was rapidly diminishing, until they were squished up against each other. His pants were starting to reach their limits, struggling to wrap themselves around his thickening legs, and his backside wasn’t helping now that it was approaching a width where he could take up two seats. Even his tail was a little chunkier than before, a small layer of chub now enrobing it.
Daniel could feel that he was definitely a fair bit more heavyset than he was compared to the second room. Not only that, but he was definitely playing a risky game with how he kept on eating, with how much his outfit was struggling. As he heard a tearing sound echo through the room, he instinctively stopped and stepped back from the cart, looking at it to see that he had eaten most of what was on it. Craning his head to see where the tear came from, he saw that one of the seams of his shirt had burst open, a tuft of brown fur peeking out through the hole.
“Sorry, I think I might be overdoing it a bit…” he said, even though his hunger was only half-sated. He knew that if he got any bigger, he might wind up in nothing but his underwear, or even worse depending on how heavy he might get. It wasn’t the most accurate to blindly estimate weights, but he felt like he must have become as fat as the actor, healthily in the four-hundred pound range. He didn’t have very much time to enjoy his new size though, as he guide grabbed his attention and grinned wryly at the sight.
“No, no, don’t be sorry. It’s not often that we get a visitor who plays along with us so well” said the guide. “And it’s not often that… things like that happen” he said, making a gesture to the tear in Daniel’s shirt. “Never fear, we have some old prop clothing that you can use that was supposed to be for another actor. It’s yours if you don’t sue, since we are technically liable.” The bull was relieved that there was a solution where he might not need to publically embarrass himself, though he found the last bit to be slightly overdramatic. Daniel couldn’t even imagine taking legal action over something so small, yet alone something he was secretly enjoying.
“If you’re offering, then I do need some new clothes…” he said, following the guide back out of the room and through another set of halls. It was definitely trickier for him than it was before to walk around, with how much extra bulk he had. His belly had slipped out of his shirt completely, and he could feel the seams of his pants starting to reach their limit with every step. “So… what ever happened to Lord Taylor?” asked Daniel.
“Oh, right, the story. Well, as you had seen, the curse soon became his lifestyle. He would eat practically all day, and he reached a truly historic size before he stopped growing any bigger. As you can see by that painting.”
“And this story is fake… right?” asked Daniel.
The guide refrained from answering as the two of them approached another door. “Now then, just step inside and we’ll get you situated for those replacement clothes” said the guide. Daniel did as he said, and he was greeted by the smell of even more food. ‘With some new clothes maybe I can eat just a little more…’ he thought. He could tell that he was “full”, but for whatever reason, he still felt like he could eat.
After a brief wait, the guide brought over a set of garments. As Daniel took them, he came to the realization that they were slightly too big for him, even at his size. They were still wearable though, albeit notably loose. His train of thought was derailed as he came upon a realization; “These… were clothes for an actor, right? What role was he supposed to play?”
“Ah, they were meant for someone to play Lord Taylor at his largest. But even in these modern times, and even with such ample supplies of food, it is exceptionally difficult to find someone to match his girth. Hence, why they are available.”
Daniel wanted to ask some more questions, but his attention was pulled to a nearby table piled high with food. ‘That must have been what I smelled when I came in’ he thought. ‘It’s probably ok if I just take a little bite…’ As the bull wasted no time in returning to his gluttonous streak, the guide smirked at how he didn’t even bother to question how convenient it was. “A coincidence, or fate? I wonder sometimes” he said under his breath.
As with all the food he’d been eating since the second room, Daniel had started to grow again after the first mouthful. He could feel the costume becoming more appropriately-fitted with every extra pound he put on. His arms grew thick and blubbery as they filled out the sleeves, and his moobs were massive mounds of pudge that rested on top of his behemoth of a belly. The need for him to wear a belt was slowly subsiding as his backside and thighs pulled the fabric of his pants comfortably around them.
Unlike with the other self-stuffings he had given himself over the course of the tour though, the table of food he was working on seemed to finally be enough to bring him to a point where he could undoubtedly declare himself as fully-sated. As he approached the last couple of plates, he felt that his stomach was rapidly running out of room with every greedy mouthful he ate. Even if he could have comfortably stopped at that point, there was an odd sense of compulsion for him to finish the job.
The bull’s speedy pace of eating was slowing down considerably as he started to reach his limit. He had grown enough to fill out the remaining space in the outfit the guide gave to him, and the tightness in his middle was making it awkward for him to jostle his gut in certain ways. As he worked on the final mouthful of the last plate, the sensations of exhaustion and overwhelming fullness started to set in. He couldn’t even give himself a proper belly rub in his current state, his midsection sticking out in front of him like a wrecking ball.
“I don’t think I could eat another bite…” huffed Daniel.
“That’s just because you haven’t had someone who could help push you to your limits” responded the guide, a devious smile etching itself on his face. The guide stepped over to Daniel, walking him over to one of the massive chairs and took a seat, the wooden frame of it creaking a little underneath the hundreds of pounds of bull sat upon it. Pulling over the table, the guide held a pastry to Daniel’s mouth, an expectant look in his eyes.
Daniel felt like he was too full to even consider it, but it wouldn’t be his choice to make. Taking matters into his own hands, the guide shoved the pastry into the bull’s mouth. Daniel let out an “mmph!” and was forced to swallow. He groaned a little as he felt his stomach fill up even more, but he wouldn’t get a chance to recover as the guide grabbed another morsel from the table. It was only a plate or two’s worth of food, but every mouthful was a challenge in itself.
With his free hand, the guide rubbed Daniel’s belly to alleviate some of the tension, which made it easier for him to jam whatever he could get his hands on into the bull. Daniel couldn’t do anything except eat whatever the guide was forcing into him, his belly becoming distended from every last bit of free space it had being taken up with food. Even if it was against his will, there was a part of him that welcomed it. He secretly enjoyed being taken to his limit like this, and the surprisingly tender belly rubs he was receiving were the cherry on top.
After what felt like hours to Daniel, the table was finally empty. The guide took the last pastry and slid it into the bull’s mouth. He chewed for a little bit before swallowing and let out a long exhale now that he knew he was finished for real. His gut was so packed with food that it had started to become firm again. There was a little bit of give to it, but for the most part it held its round shape thanks to his bloated stomach keeping everything held in place. Daniel let out a weary sigh as he let himself process the whole ordeal. His borderline spherical belly completely eclipsed his lap, the once-loose costume now fitted quite snug around it.
The guide let out a small bit of clapping at the sight of it. “See? A little push was all you needed to finish it all. Color me impressed that you managed, even with some ‘encouragement’ it’s not an easy feat.”
“Heh, thanks” sighed Daniel. He wanted to lie down for the rest of the day, or even week, but he knew he’d still need to get home later. “Do you normally get guests who… wind up like this? It seems like something you might want to advertise…”
“Well, there have been a few… There is a kernel of truth in the story of this house, in that people who er, ‘resonate’ with the curse are affected by it. This house did in fact belong to a real Lord Taylor, who underwent a similar experience. Speaking of, you do quite conveniently look to be about the size of that old portrait of his. You’re even a bull, it’s like the stars aligned for it” laughed the guide.
“A twist of fate, huh?” muttered Daniel. He didn’t really believe in fate like that, but he certainly didn’t mind how things turned out.
“Um, I’m sure that my manager would want to ask this but, since you do bear such a striking resemblance to the lord, would you be interested in playing his part in the tour for the rest of the season? You’d be paid of course, and you’d be more than well-fed for the part!”
Daniel pondered it for a moment before giving his answer, a simple “deal” coming from his mouth with a smile on his face.
Category Story / Fat Furs
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Gender Male
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Now that sounds like a curse that works in his favor. Love that build up to the end and especially the slight encouragement he gets until the end. Hope he enjoys his new position ~
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