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objectlemon · 5 years

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Tissues’ treatment

Day 560 of experiment #45

Every day has been kinda boring- Fan is still trying to hook up with random guys online, Cheesy keeps bothering me about me about helping him with coming up with jokes, and most importantly, hearing Tissues thrashing around inside his containment class.

She opened the glass to feed Tissues through the funnel, that was going through one of the only three small holes (specifically the one in his mouth) in his otherwise full latex suit. It was mostly lard, since she didn’t know if he was allergic to anything.

Tissues muffled, and Test Tube responded with “Don’t worry, I’ll let you go once I find a cure for you.” A sentence that she has said for the past 559 days.

It all started with a small thing: Tissues sneezing on Fan. Fan got a severely less extreme version of the condishawn, but even then, Fan was very sick, so Test Tube knew Tissues had to be contained.

So, she took it into her own hands to contain him inside a latex suit that covered his entire body except for a mouth hole and two breathing holes for his nostrils. She sealed him in an airtight glass containment case, with an oxygen tank connected to his nose to prevent him from suffocating of course.

As she went to work in the rest of her experiments, she pressed a button, turning the vibrator she had taped into Tissues’ crotch on. She had to keep him stimulated somehow, or else he would go braindead from not being able to do anything.

She heard a muffle, a sound that she had grown accustomed to hearing. She was also used to seeing rock hard from being stimulated for hours straight.

While she was taking notes, she accidentally knocked the control for Tissues’ vibrator, the slider going up to the max level, and started rolling towards the small hole that was made in the wall by rats.

As she tried to catch it before it was lost, she tripped on a soda can she had forgotten to clean up and dropped the keys to Tissues’ containment glass. Like the world was falling apart, both the keys and control slided into the mouse hole.

She looked at Tissues, who was moaning loudly and wiggling inside the case. She had used the new batteries she had made that lasted 400 times more durable than normal batteries for Tissues’ vibrator, and the case could withstand the impact of a sledgehammer, so breaking him out of it wasn’t a choice either.

“Welp… at least I have more leisure time to develop a cure…”

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Test Tube went down to her lab, with a pen in hand, she wrote on her journal:

Day 1203

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objectlemon · 5 years

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Brand New Underwear

Based on a cool pic made by @genoafterdark

Fan was gently laying on top of his bed, wearing a pair of the many red briefs he had along with his hoodie, writing another post on his blog to add to the nearly endless pile of similar posts.

Suddenly, Fan felt a horrible smell that he had grown already too familiar with. Sweat dripping down Trophy’s body after a workout, a wrenched stench that he had already asked Trophy to put deodorant on top to cover.

He groaned like it was second nature, catching Trophy’s attention.

“You got beef with me, nerd?”

Fan scoffed, how dare he play dumb after having what he considered one of the biggest arguments he ever had about something as stupid as underwear thrown on the floor. “YES! I have to put up with your fucking stench all the time, and you smell so bad that I’m jealous of people who don’t have a sense of smell!”

Trophy got right in front of Fan’s face, making him lightly flinch as he was quickly made aware of the size difference. “Yeah, so?”

“W-well, it’s fucking disgusting”

Trophy mocked Fan by repeating his words, and then getting near him to make him smell his sweat filled armpits, and that’s when Fan quickly moved out of the way and fell on the floor. “G-god dammit! Could you stop acting like a dumbass high schooler for a minute?!”

“Ugh, whatever, you fucking baby.”

Trophy went inside the bathroom and stripped, letting his clothes fall on the floor, small puddles of sweat all over them and lightly staining the floor. “That fucking loser is so annoying. One day I’m gonna make him soak my sweat to see if he stills wants to bitch about it.”

He quickly took a shower, but the thought of making Fan finally shut up made him ponder about of just, getting revenge on him, making the guy who always made a big deal out of a small bit of smell leaving him finally alone.

After a few minutes of scrubbing himself with loads of soap he went out of his room, wrapping a towel around his waist to cover his private parts. He threw the sweat-stained clothes on top of a pile of dirty clothes. Fan just huffed at this, not wanting to pursue any confrontation, despite managing to annoy Trophy even more.

“Yep. That’s it. He’s not gonna fucking go on with this.”

Trophy grabbed a pair of yellow shorts and a white T-shirt that accentuated his muscular figure. He went outside and towards Test Tube’s “secret” lab entrance, although it wasn’t so secret to Trophy and his best friend, Cheesy, since they’ve gone down there a lot, usually to drink booze and smoke a lot of pot.

He pushed the right combination of button presses and fell through the trapdoor, unfazed after doing this so many times.

After a few seconds of being thrown around through the slide he finally came out, falling on his ass and causing him slight pain. “S-shit.”

He quickly got up and focused on the task at hand. After his little brainstorming session in the shower he remembered an otherwise weird day.

Cheesy and him were high, very high. They were testing ray guns that were locked in a cabinet in the lab, nothing Cheesy’s lockpicking skills couldn’t work through.

One of them was a small red gun that was in a box along with a total of 30 old looking cassettes that could fit inside a small compartment in the gun. Trophy grabbed a random one that was labeled as “Chair”.

He fired it towards Cheesy, who was drunkishly laughing. After being hit by it Cheesy started to shift and contort, but his body wasn’t cracking or anything painful, like his body was made of jello, until a chair with a similar pattern to his freckles was standing where Cheesy used to be.

Trophy initially freaked out, thinking he had killed his friend until he realised that the chair was lightly squirming, indicating that Cheesy was, sort of, alive.

He quickly found a cartridge that was labeled “Undo”. He shot it and Cheesy quickly de-contorted into his previous form, huffing and panting.

“W-woah man. That was…”

“Weird? Yeah.”

As he reminisces about that weird yet fun day he quickly found the box where the red ray gun and it’s cassettes were resting. He searched through the cassettes until he found one that would make Fan stop complaining once in for all- A cassette that was labeled as “Underwear”. Oh man, he was gonna enjoy this a lot.

He also grabbed the undo cassette, in case Test Tube found out and tried to reverse it. Trophy went through the elevator, ray gun in hand and ready to settle their little scuffle.

Trophy slowly creeped his way through the unlit hotel until he arrived in their room, where Fan was sleeping in nothing but a pair of ill-fitting boxers that let his butt stick out a little. How ironic, Trophy thought.

He fired without hesitation. Fan started to do something akin to fold into himself, melting into himself as his legs and arms fused as it turned red, his head contorting and fusing into the melting mess that was slowly forming the shape of a pair of boxers, his peach colored skin turning the same color as his red hair.

Soon after, the only thing in Fan’s bed was a pair of boxers. Soon the boxers started to wiggle lightly, indicating that Fan was now fully conscious that he had been converted into nothing but a pair of underwear.

“I’ve seen that you’ve realised what just happened to you. Your nerd friend works on some really weird shit.” He taunted with a shit-eating grin.

The boxers wiggled again, only moving a few millimeters at most.

Trophy assumed Fan couldn’t see, seeing that both his mouth and eyes had just, vanished during the transformation. “See, I’m really tired from you bitching over and over again from how ‘smelly’ I am, so, I’m gonna show you really up close what my body can do…”

He then took off his clothes and started putting Fan on, the pair of boxers that was once a human continuing to wiggle.

Fan was comfortable, and stretchy. Just the way Trophy liked it.

A huge smile was plastered all across his face, feeling incredibly giddy and funny about the fact that he was wearing Fan.

“Yeah nerd, I’ll be using you in my workouts. Gotta get used to smelling my musk, not like you have a choice anyway.”

Trophy quickly went to sleep, intentionally turning the ceiling Fan off to sweat as much as possible and make Fan take a good load of his musk.

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Trophy woke up at 2 in the afternoon, with sweat dripping all over him, including Fan’s new body, resting on top of his crotch.

He grinned as he stared the “Undo” cartridge, before looking down at his lightly wiggling undergarments, before going towards the gun and the cartridge and smashing them both, permanently erasing the only way for Fan to come back to being a human.

So, after making sure Fan was gonna make part of his underwear drawer for the rest of his life, Trophy put on some shorts, not bothering to change underwear and went out to jog, making Fan smell his junk and musk for hours.

Fan could only hear and smell, not see or move, and having Trophy’s balls be directly in front of what would be his “face” smelled awful, like he had his armpit constantly pressed against his face. He wanted to puke, but it was physically impossible for him to do so.

Trophy jogged for about four hours, with the smell progressively getting worse for Fan as the sweat continued to pile on.

Fan didn’t know how much time had passed. It could’ve been days, minutes, months, or even years, but one thing was certain. It had to be a nightmare.

After a good workout session, Trophy went back to his room and dumped Fan in the pile of clothes, making sure to NOT wash him and let him keep his smell.

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It had been three months. Trophy had the same routine ever since that fateful day: put on Fan, who was basically soaked with accumulated sweat from 90 days of being used and workout.

Trophy realised Fan had stopped wiggling. He figured that he gave up and realised whether he wanted it or not, he was a permanent part of his attire, cum and sweat stained, and ready to be used for the rest of its life.

#inanimate insinity #tf #inanimate tf

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Fan’s new diet: Part 1

Trophy was a prick, and everyone knew that. He took what he wanted and didn’t even think about the consequences. He was the textbook definition of a jock, and he fully knew it.

But as what many seemed to take as an act of divine justice Trophy’s jock body, the thing he was so proud of he called it “A temple”, had been recently softening it up, and by that it means that he started to gain weight.

No one knew how a total athlete like Trophy started to slowly, but surely start becoming fat. Even Trophy himself didn’t know- he tried changing his diet and doubling the amount of exercise he did per week. Hell, he even tried to uptake his protein shakes intake, but the constant flabbiness on his stomach still persisted.

But the real reason behind Trophy’s sudden weight gain was Fan- he was Trophy’s favorite victim when it came to bullying, and one day he couldn’t take it anymore. He decided to get revenge in the most messed up way possible- ruining his body.

Fan’s plan was simple- remplace Trophy’s proteins shakes with extremely caloric weight gain shakes. Both recipes looked basically identical, so Trophy wouldn’t even notice by the look of the shake, and the effects were showing.

His once toned muscular arms turned doughy and soft. His stomach slowly started to get bigger and bigger, forcing Trophy to resort to using sweatpants with an elastic waistband, and his toned biceps turned into a pair of moobs.

It was six am once again, and it was time for Fan to do his mischievous deed once again. He got out of bed and turned off his alarm clock. Fan pulled out a box filled with weight gain supplements under his bed. He grabbed the supplements and went downstairs.

He entered the kitchen and started mixing the weight gain shakes. He opened the fridge and poured the protein shakes down the sink. He was about to put the newly prepared weight gain shakes when he felt a doughy piece of mass behind him- Trophy’s gut.

Trophy towered over Fan, menacingly glaring at the shorter man. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Fan stuttered as he felt Trophy’s stomach pressing against him, making him unable to escape. “I-I didn’t switch them!”

“Wait a minute…” Trophy got closer to Fan’s face, making him shiver in fear. “I didn’t say jack shit about switching…”

Fan’s face went white as a sheet. His eyes widened as Trophy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him into the air.

“Did you fucking did this!?” Trophy pointed at his gut, earning a blush out of Fan.

“Y-you were bullying me!” Fan squeaked, feeling conflicted as he started to feel incredibly… good as he felt Trophy’s stomach against his body.

“You think you’re funny?! Ruining my body and turning me into a fatass?!” Trophy growled, his blood boiling. He pinned Fan against the ground and started grabbing the shakes. “Swallow if you know what’s good for you, nerd.”

Fan hesitantly opened his mouth and let Trophy pour the shakes into him. He felt the thick, creamy liquid being forced down his throat. The combination of the total lack of control and the fact Trophy’s gut was pinning him against the ground made him slowly aroused.

“Drink up! Since you wanted to see a fatass so much why don’t you become one!” Trophy nearly scream, filled with rage as he forced Fan to drink up the shakes.

Trophy was going to continue his rage driven force feeding when he suddenly felt something hard poke his doughy mass of a stomach. He recognized it as Fan’s erection, earning a grin out of Trophy. “Oh… Looks like the nerd wants to get off…”

He put his hand on Fan’s crotch, making a high-pitched squeak exit his mouth. “Aw… You’re aroused by this? You wanna touch my big fucking gut, you freak?”

Fan nodded like his life depended on it. He put his hands around Trophy’s gut, firmly trying to wrap his arms around the gelatinous blob of mass. “I-it’s so soft…”

Trophy grinned. The feeling of total dominance of the geek was incredibly arousing. “Get used to that feeling, cause you’re gonna have a gut when I make you a fatass, you degenerate.” He moved his hand underneath Fan’s pants and started to touch his penis, making him squeak in surprise. “You like that?”

Fan nodded again, rolling his eyes in pleasure as Trophy grabbed another shake. “Y-yes…” He opened his mouth once again, letting the caloric stream enter his mouth.

“You wanna be even chubbier, tubby?” Trophy said as he dug his finger into Fan’s bloated stomach. He smiled when he saw Fan slowly nodding as he continued to pour the shake, each gulp filling the redhead’s stomach.

Trophy’s feelings of rage slowly shifted into pure arousal. He could see why the nerd wanted to see him grow. That bloated stomach looked quite cute on him. “You’re so cute when your helpless…”

Fan didn’t even move his eyes or respond. He was too light headed from the amount of liquid that he was being forced to swallow.

Finally, Fan drank all the shakes- a week worth’s of gainer shakes now residing in his stomach, sloshing in an attempt to make space in his full belly. “Ow… I’m so full…”

Fan was about to get up when he felt Trophy firmly grasping him in the shoulder. “Just so you know, your punishment isn’t over yet. You think you can get away with ruining my body? No. I’m gonna give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Trophy grabbed Fan’s bloated stomach. “This tummy is only going to grow until I make you as heavy as you were planning to make me.” He let go of Fan, leaving him free to go.

Fan slowly walked to his room, not before feeling Trophy’s hand firmly squeezing his ass.

Trophy stood behind Fan menacingly, towering over his head and looking down on him. “Oh, and don’t even think about running away, because I’ll find you and turn you into a fat boy with my bare hands.”

He looked at Fan’s pudgy ass as he walked towards his room, already wanting to see that butt grow along with him.

XXX

Fan was woken up by something heavy pressing against his chest. When he opened his eyes he saw Trophy’s fat ass sitting on top of him, making it difficult to breathe.”Ngh! T-Trophy…”

Trophy grinned when he saw Fan squirming under his weight. “Good morning, tubby. Ready to eat?”

“E-eat? What are you talking about?”

Trophy got up and grabbed Fan by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up. “Didn’t I tell you yesterday? I’m gonna make you as fat as you were planning to make me, and look at me now…” He then pinned Fan against the bed, making him whimper. “I would say I look pretty fat, so maybe get an idea of how much I’m gonna make you eat…”

Fan’s face went as red as his hair. “O-oh boy…”

“I’m gonna get you breakfast. Be prepared…”

Fan looked at his crotch, realising that the brief encounter with Trophy already made him aroused. “Fan… what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m here, chubster!” Trophy entered the room, holding two plates of food- the first had two sandwiches full of bacon and buttered bread, the second one had sugar filled pancakes with melted marshmallows on top of it with chocolate syrup. He placed the plates in the floor, signaling Fan to sit on the floor.

Fan stared in amazement at the delicious food. “W-wow… this is a ton of food…”

“Wait, you think this is all you’re gonna eat?” Trophy burst into laughter, nearly leaving him out of breath. “This isn’t even half of your breakfast!” He went out of the room, grinning with delight as he picked up the second set of Fan’s breakfast- a plate of eggs mixed with cheese and a slice of chocolate cake with whipped cream on top of it.

Meanwhile, Fan started with the first bacon sandwich. When he took the first bite grease dripped down into his shirt, staining it. He moaned in pleasure when he felt the crispy piece of meat hitting against his taste buds in combination with the butter filled bread.

His eyes widened when he saw Trophy entering with even more food. “W-what?” He said with his mouth full.

“What?” He placed the other two plates along with the ones Fan had in front of him. “Don’t you forget, you have to eat everything… or else.”

Fan swallowed. “O-or else, what?”

Trophy gave Fan a look that would probably kill him if looks killed. “I would make you eat, whether you want it or not…” He went out of the room, grinning as he heard Fan whining.

He then grabbed the final plate out of the kitchen- a plate of cinnamon rolls. He then went upstairs once again to Fan’s room.

Fan had already downed the two butter bread and bacon sandwiches. He was slowly eating the sugar filled pancakes, trying not to make a mess in the carpet. He slowly cut chunks of it and pushed them into his mouth. A barrage of flavors hit his mouth- sugar, the pancake, the chocolate syrup and the marshmallows, all slowly being chewed in his mouth.

Trophy left the last plate in front of Fan. “Enjoying your breakfast, tubby?”

Fan nodded as he continued to shove the nearly diabetic pancakes into his mouth. Chocolate stained his already grease-stained shirt, making even more of a mess. He savagely pushed the last of the pancakes into his mouth.

“Aw… the fatty is getting messy…” Trophy sat beside Fan. He sneakily grabbed a handful of chocolate cake and suddenly shoved it into Fan’s mouth, earning a muffled squeak out of Fan. “Ssh… just chew. Chew like a good boy.”

Fan did as he was told so, slowly chewing the chocolate dough, feeling the nuts and caramel that was inside the cake.

Trophy took notice of Fan’s painfully obvious erection. “Aw… again?” He started to pull down Fan’s pajama pants, exposing his throbbing cock. Trophy put his right hand around it firmly and started to move it up and down, making Fan moan in pleasure as he Trophy shoved cake into his mouth. “Keep eating…”

Fan could only mumble a half-understandable “Yes” with the ungodly amount of cake being shoved into his mouth.

Trophy finally finished shoving the cake into Fan’s mouth. Fan sat there, struggling to breathe as his cock pulsed with pleasure, cum dripping out of the tip. “I’m so full….”

“Remember, Fan…” He grabbed a spoonful of eggs mixed with cheese and bacon and put in Fan’s mouth. “You’re gonna eat everything.”

Fan sighed as he grabbed the plate and started eating the scrambled eggs, shaking and moaning as Trophy continued to jack him off. The only reason the plate didn’t fall off was because Trophy was using his free hand to prevent the plate from shattering in the floor.

He continued to eat the scrambled eggs, slowly finishing the plate as he felt his stomach slowly getting full. The salty flavors bouncing on his mouth, but not being as enjoyable due to the fact that his stomach was about to burst.

Fan left the plate alongside the other three empty plates, feeling like he was going to pass out. “P-please, no more… I’m so full…”

Trophy ignored Fan’s plea and grabbed the plate that had five cinnamon rolls in it. He slowly moved the first roll towards Fan’s mouth. Despite being full, he slowly opened his mouth and let Trophy softly shove the creamy, delicious bun into his mouth.

He slowly chewed, the only thing keeping him going was the constant pleasure of Trophy firmly grabbing his cock and pumping it. Cream was dripping out of his mouth as his cock was pumped.

One after another, a cinnamon roll was forced into his mouth. He started to feel dizzy, all the food on his cramped stomach sloshing, causing him a mix of pain and arousal.

After what seemed like forever, all five plates were empty. Fan let out a burp before laying down, his cock still ejaculating. “I think I’m going to explode…” His shirt was riding up, exposing his stomach.

Trophy patted Fan’s head. “Good boy! You ate everything!” He picked up the stuffed Fan and left him on top of his bed, pantless and with his cock still erect. “Take a nap. I gotta make you a big lunch…” He closed the door, and Fan soon fell asleep.

#inanimate insinity #stufifng

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objectlemon · 5 years

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Fat Twig: Part 1

Pen wasn’t the most outstanding contestant. He had never been involved in any type of fight or scandal in the show, and his personality could be summed as average, but if you asked anyone about what they know about him most of them would answer the same thing.

He was really, really, skinny.

Pen didn’t know why, maybe it was his freakishly fast metabolism, or the fact that he didn’t really ate a lot, unlike his other two best friends, Eraser and Blocky, which were more chubbier in comparison.

But he didn’t have any kind of muscle, so he looked like a beanpole to many people. He didn’t really mind all the comments about his slender body, but he would still want to bulk up some extra body mass.

He was currently standing on his room in dream island, admiring himself in the mirror. He stood there shirtless, flexing in order to find even the smallest sign of muscle under his almost-underweight body.

No matter how much Pen wanted to deny it, he was skinny as shit, and there wasn’t even the tiniest sign of any kind of muscle under his arms.

He sighed in defeat. Pen sat in his best, completely disappointed. He took off the blue cap that he always wore.and put it in the nightstand.

“Man… I wish I could bulk up like Blocky and Eraser…”

He suddenly felt his stomach rumbling. How long was he checking himself out in the mirror?

“Maybe I should eat something…”

He got dressed and went down to the cafeteria. Dream island was what the Announcer promised- a paradise of luxury built to fulfill any kind of fantasy the owner wanted, but to everyone’s surprise the mix of the six different restaurants and the robot servants obviously let all the contestants indulge of a lifestyle of laziness.

The change wasn’t noticeable at first. The contestants’ stomach only had gained a small chunk of flab, but as the months went by all of Dream island’s inhabitants started to pack on the pounds.

Apparently, Pen was the only one that wasn’t affected- Snowball had gained even more fat than he already had, Woody had gained enough weight to allow a muffin top to show through his clothes, and Firey had been the most affected out of the bunch. His usual slender, skinny stomach transformed into an actual gut. He seemed pleased with his new body, even if he got weird looks from everyone else, and that was only three out of all the other folks that had gained weight.

Pen grabbed himself a sandwich out of the buffet and sat in the chairs of the cafeteria. Like everything else in dream island, it was a snow-like white color. It seemed like more like a palace than a resort.

He started to munch on the sandwich. With one bite grease started to stain his plain white shirt. Every single food in the island was filled with as many calories as possible. Even something as simple as a sandwich was fattening. The bread was buttered up, it had at least five stripes of greasy bacon, ham, chicken strips, and no sign of vegetables.

As he slowly ate the greasy sandwich Eraser and Blocky sat beside him- Eraser’s tight pink tank top didn’t manage to cover his belly button. Blocky’s red jacket wasn’t able to be zipped, and the white shirt underneath it seemed more like a glorified bra for his man boobs.

“Hey, Pen! How you doing?” Eraser put his arm around Pen, making his gut press against the brunette.

Pen blushed as he felt Eraser’s load of body mass pressing against him. Eraser’s gut was like dough, soft and malleable. “I-I’m doing good!”

Blocky stuffed an entire chocolate donut into his mouth. “Still deciding to not eat jack shit?” He talked with his mouth full, making crumbs fall over his shirt.

Pen nervously chuckled. “Y-yeah… although I’m planning to bulk up a little…” He looked down to his chest, realising he hadn’t made any kind of improvement to gain any kind of muscle mass. He took another bite out of the sandwich, all the greasy meat being chewed and going down his throat.

“Well, eating a single sandwich for breakfast won’t help you any time soon.” Blocky got up and slowly went towards the buffet. “I’m gonna get you something to eat.”

Pen nervously fiddled with his fingers. He didn’t know why, but the way Eraser and Blocky acted at their newfound weight made him feel… weird, but not in a bad way. The good kind of “weird”- something he couldn’t explain. “O-okay…” While Blocky went to the buffet he slowly finished the sandwich, grease spreading across all his hands.

He looked over to the side. Eraser was shoving pancakes into his mouth, not bothering to close his mouth as he chewed. His tank top was just inches away of ripping to shreds. Pen didn’t know why seeing both of his best friends mindlessly eating was… hot. Very hot.

Blocky came back with a tray filled with food- four greasy sandwich like the one Pen was eating, two milkshakes and a muffin. “Here you go!”

“W-wow! All this food for me?! Wow!” Pen was a blushing mess. He had never been more pampered in his life.

Blocky smirked, finding Pen’s reaction cute. “Go on, buddy. Eat up!”

Pen grabbed a napkin and put it around the first sandwich. He took a bite, earning a smile out of his two best friends. He had a hard time eating it, since the sandwich was bigger than the average sandwich he ate during his days in the TLC and the LOL.

Despite having a napkin grease was still smeared all across the brunette’s shirt. Pen accidentally let a moan slip as he forced the sandwich down his throat, but he was too dazed by his own food-driven trance. He didn’t even realize that Eraser and Blocky were helping him to push down the sandwich down his throat.

Pen, somehow, managed to finish the sandwich by slowly chewing it and swallowing. There was not a single moment where his mouth wasn’t full. “Phew… t-that was a lot.”

Eraser had a devilish smile on his face. “Aw… but you gotta eat the rest of your breakfast…” He, along with Eraser pushed the second sandwich into Pen’s mouth.

Pen rubbed his stomach as he felt it being filled, while the pair helped him chew and swallow.

He rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt meat being shoved down his throat. Pen didn’t know why, but the feeling of being helpless while his best friends mercilessly forced him to eat made him feel amazing, almost erotic-like.

When he finished, Pen burped. Nobody looked at him, having grown accustomed to burps being constantly spewed by all the contestants who stuffed themselves beyond their usual limit.

He didn’t even put any kind of resistance when he felt Blocky grabbing his chin and lifting his face up while Eraser poured the entire milkshake into his mouth.

Moans started to slip more often as Eraser and Blocky continued to force food down their best friend’s throat.

Finally, only the single muffin remained. Pen’s stomach was bright red and stretched like an over inflated balloon. He had never eaten so much before. He was soaking wet with arousal as he rubbed his stomach.

Eraser lifted up the muffin and put it near Pen’s mouth. “Come on… eat.”

Pen hesitantly opened his mouth and chewed. His stomach was about to rupture, and he had never felt more aroused in his life.

Eraser patted Pen’s bloated stomach. “Good boy…”

They carried him to his bed and left him on his bed, almost passed out. They stood on the outside of Pen’s room, both of them incredibly aroused.

Blocky bit his lip. “He’s so cute when he’s trying to shove food down his own throat…”

“I know! I wonder… If we can help him pack on the pounds…” Eraser had a perverted smile on his face, dripping with lust.

“You just read my mind…”

#battle for cream island #battle for butts #stuffing

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