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You Really Shouldn't Eat Chocolate From Strangers

(A dark story of reality twisting, weight gain, downgrade, premature education, and cuckholding)

Rob was in trouble. Deep shit really. What rotten luck he had to have dropped his Valentine’s Day gift and watch it smash on the pavement.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. The worst part was he had come prepared, not forgetting to get a gift for his girlfriend like other guys. No. His luck was worse than dropping his girlfriend’s gift on Valentine’s Day. His luck was out right cursed as the sound of glass shattering attracted one white haired Skye Agrams.

“Oh nice one,” the arriving Skye chuckled.

Rob hardly noticed the pale girl in the tattered hoodie. “Yeah, a hundred bucks down the drain. Fuck,” Rob cursed, suddenly reminded what his predicament really meant. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I actually had my shit together and now I have to look for a new gift like any other chump.”

“Any other chump,” Skye purred, failing to truly reel in Rob’s notice. “You sound important.”

I am important, Rob thought to himself. I’m THE company asset. If they didn’t have me writing their walls of code the place would be shut down. To think they threw a raise to that girl in finance instead of me.

“What’s important,” Rob decided to say, “is that I find a new gift. God, I’m going to look like I didn’t have a clue. As if I’m like every other guy on the planet.”

“Think you’re better than the average guy,” Skye asked, beginning to feel annoyed that Rob was still more fixed on his broken gift than her.

“No, not really,” Rob said. “I’m pretty average.”

The truth was Rob was well above average. He had great hair, thick and bronze in color. He had a short beard that matched it well and he always kept it fabulously groomed. It was genuine misfortune Rob never showed off his body on the beach or online as he would have at some point been picked up by a talent agent. He didn’t try very hard to stay in shape. He was just naturally, superbly well toned. Truthfully, he was just more focused on making money than worrying about how he looked. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry anyways.

Tall, handsome, and fit by happenstance. The body was for his girlfriend alone. Well, he tried to make it that way. He had been dating Megan for three years. She was pretty enough. A little chubbier these days and while he had been meaning to address that when spring came around he was genuinely happy to have her company when he came home from work every day. Sure, he had wilder partners before Megan and he did cheat on her after going to that club last year. But sweet, innocent Megan didn’t need to know that. It was a lapse of faith and so what? Rob was planning to pop the question next year which was a damn good deal for Megan hitching a guy like him.

“I’ve got a good nose for sniffing out people and who they really are,” Skye said suddenly.

“So do I,” Rob said, finally glancing at Skye. His face wasn’t impressed when he got a good look at her. “Mine tells me you need a shower.”

Skye’s eyes opened wide and she dropped her jaw to open her mouth in silent shock. She then went to sniff her armpits and, partially, pretended to gag, “Oh man, fair enough, heheh. Alright, since you’re obviously a hot shot, and I guess hot, I’ll be a good peasant girl and throw you a bone.”

“Are you selling me crack?”

“Wha-no. Why does everyone-”

“Because you look like you’re about to sell me-”

“I just have that look. Listen. Since you clearly need a new Valentine’s Day gift for your special someone you can just have this,” Skye spun in a circle by the back of her heels and stopped to reveal a heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Where were you hiding-nevermind.” Rob took the box without question, “How much?”

“For a stud like you they’re free,” Skye smiled her horrendous teeth.

“Funny. But for real, I know your game. You bought these and now you’re selling them to all the losers who forgot to get their significant others gifts for Valentine’s Day. I’ll be honest, that’s a pretty clever gig. Something I’d probably pull in high school.”

“Dude,” Skye’s voice was that of earnest disappointment, “who the hell refuses free chocolate? Just take the chocolate! Yeah, I got more ulterior motives than I know what to deal with but can’t a girl get rid of her inventory?”

“So you are a girl,” Rob smiled. Skye only glared. “So how much?”

“You really just want to throw your hard earned cash away at girls. Sweety! That’s fine by me!” Skye clapped her hands over the box of chocolates now in Rob’s hands. A strange act, Rob thought, but honestly what should he expect from this strange girl at this point? “Twenty dollars,” Skye cheered with her hand out.

Cheap. “Deal.”

Skye pinched the crisp bill Rob began to offer, “But on the condition you have just one of those chocolates for yourself. I smell that you need them more,” the last part was a whisper but Rob caught it. He didn’t care.

“I was thinking of taste testing one of them anyway,” Rob admitted. Besides, he thought, Megan’s previous gift was a hundred dollars. He was more than due to indulge in one piece of chocolate.

“Sweet tooth, ehhh?” Skye asked, aiming both her index fingers at Rob.

“No. More like to make sure they’re not spiked.”

Skye almost snickered. To be correctly sniffed out yet to take the sweets anyways? “Then Godspeed, sir.”

……

“Telling me to have one piece of chocolate,” Rob repeated with scorn as he walked down the street. He passed by another guy with a box of chocolates and felt disgusted by how typical a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day was. “Ugh, I don’t even like chocolate.”

He pierced the plastic off the box with his thumb. To his surprise: “Twenty of’em? Jesus,” he took up the first piece from the box, “I paid a dollar a chocolate.”

And so the first piece of chocolate was casually tossed into his mouth: “Hm. Sweet!”

But then he swallowed and while the after taste tingled on his tongue something else rumbled inside him. His stomach growled, suddenly hungry. As it rumbled, the abs he had taken for granted all his life relaxed and melted away. Still slim. Still flat as a board. But no signs of peak physique.

Though that was not noticed by Rob. In fact, as the taste seemed to intensify on his tongue, and as the hunger steadily rose within him, another change occurred. This time in the depths of Rob’s mind. Man, he thought, am I a sucker for chocolate. How did that freak down the road expect me to have only one?

Rob knew he didn’t have a sweet tooth, but left alone with chocolate he knew it was a fight he wasn’t going to win. “I think only Megan likes chocolate more than me,” he chirped to himself as he picked up the second piece. “Only one more though.” Afterall, Rob loved his girlfriend. He loved her for all her faults, even if she might have eaten too much chocolate herself. What was I thinking when I slept with that other girl when I went to the club? It was one of his greatest regrets. Compared to that, what was eating just two pieces of chocolate?

He popped the second piece of chocolate into his mouth. Even sweeter than the last. His face tensed as Rob became convinced the twenty dollar box of chocolate was worth it. Then again, he thought as he swallowed the second piece, he was a certified chocolate lover. Anytime chocolate was being sold he was the first to pay up.

As that thought cemented itself as natural in Rob’s head, the chocolate made its way down to his gut where it decided to kick about and make some room for itself. To Rob it felt like another tingle, another rumble demanding yet more chocolate. Yet after the quake his stomach was left with a faint reach. A very subtle curve. Nothing to grab yet nothing boney like the models.

Rob scratched at his thin beard. A few more months and maybe it would be fully grown and might look like the actors he was trying to mimic. Hopefully. Rob knew he was good looking. But he had been trying to grow the beard for almost a year. Since around that time he almost lost his wits and cheated on Megan at the club. Man that was close and he could have had that smoking hot girl too. He chickened out at the last second though, thinking of Megan.

I kept my faith back then, he thought, and three does make a nice number. And so the third chocolate was plucked between his fingers. Sure, Megan had put on a few pounds since they started dating. But she was hardly chubby. As far as Rob was concerned, seventeen pieces of chocolate wasn’t going to make Megan chubby either. He chewed the third piece.

Fuck me! Rob thought with glee. He knew he had a major sweet tooth, being called the human trash can whenever his co-workers brought in sweets, but these chocolates were the best he ever had! As he swallowed, his belly expanded again, given the impression that he was in fact someone who did have a sweet tooth. Still not chubby. Maybe what some would describe as skinny-fat. A little pudge on his sides and some padding on the front of his gut. You wouldn’t know he had the weight when he was wearing his looser shirts. Megan was the same way. A little bit of harmless pudge on each of their bodies but neither ever thought the gym was necessary.

More was changing than just the growing weight around Rob’s gut. A little went to his cheeks. Buttocks as well as his face. Still good looking but not anything one would expect on the cover of a magazine. It was why he was trying, and struggling to grow a beard. A beard, as Megan suggested, would give him a shaper face and hide his cheeks. His cheeks did so like to blush whenever he flirted. He was red as a tomato when he first started talking to Megan. She thought it was cute. Last year he had gotten abnormally drunk at a club his friends dragged him to, it never did seem to take much alcohol to clutter his wits though, but that night was bad. He flirted with another woman, thought he almost came close to wooing her, but she ended up just giggling at Rob as his face went red then. For the best, he always thought.

Would I have really cheated on Megan if that woman was serious? He asked this question himself from time to time. He would like to imagine, no, of course not, but his cock did seem to have a mind of its own. Six inches and proud of it. But once his face went red that usually meant the rest of the blood in his body was racing the other way. Never took much to get him hard. Megan always took it as flattery, “I’m just that good looking,” she would joke when they got ready to roll around together in bed.

We’ll be rolling around together in the sheets soon enough, Rob thought with excitement. He decided it was best to clear his mind of such thoughts until then. He didn’t want to pitch a tent in public and just thinking about doing the act was enough sometimes. He searched for a distraction and found it in the box of chocolates he was holding. Well, he thought, Megan will probably just have a laugh when I say I already ate my half.

With that justification, Rob took the fourth piece of chocolate and planted it in his mouth. He moaned with delight. More delicious than the last. Just as more weight piled on him. With a groan in his stomach to match his moan, Rob’s belly swelled into the proper classification of chubby. A soft muffin top spilled gently over the sides of his waist. He could still masquerade as skinny with some shirts. And with the right lighting. Megan had the luxury of being able to wear whatever she wanted. Rob, however, didn’t like taking his shirt off whenever their dates took them to the beach.

He itched at the stubble on his fleshy face. He ate chocolate as a snack almost everyday. As such it wasn’t a terrible surprise he felt between the stubble a forming pimple. “Ugh,” he sighed, “on Valentine’s Day. Really?” He wished he was able to grow that beard. He tried but he just couldn’t seem to grow it. If it went beyond stubble the hair just didn’t look right. He needed that beard too. There was a time last year when his co-workers invited him to a club. One drink was enough to dull his senses and he found his courage to flirt with another girl. It went alright for a bit but he knew he didn’t have a chance with his baby face. As it turned out, the girl said she didn’t play around with chubby guys anyways. At least Megan said she never cared about petty things like his weight.

On that thought, what the hell, Rob figured he was fine to have five pieces of chocolate. The rest could wait until he was home. In went chocolate number five and so down Rob went an inch. Both in height and where it perhaps mattered more. He shrank an inch, almost unnoticeable as he walked, but his cock had taken a step down to the ranks of below average. Megan had admitted to him last year she wished he was bigger but she was drunk and Rob figured it didn’t matter as he knew what he was doing.

The only thing Rob wished he could change about himself was his hair since it was pretty thin and he wished he could style it better. Oh and a beard would be cool. He always had a clean face and maybe that wasn’t for the best given how soft his chin was. He sometimes wondered if Megan didn’t like that about him but, no, that was just his self-consciousness getting the better of him.

Rob caught a glimpse of himself in front of the window of the building he was walking by. From a side view he realized how much his chubby gut poked out in front of him. When he looked down he saw only the curve of his belly. He tried to suck it in. It took some effort but there were his shoes hiding beneath. He gasped for air and watched his feet disappear. “Should really consider the gym,” he muttered. Megan went to the gym once a week and she was in great shape for it. He thought then he shouldn’t complain if her gift for him was a gym membership. Megan had an awesome body, she put a lot of effort both into working out every week and doing her makeup. It was only fair, Rob thought, he should try to work on himself too.

But Rob knew he could resist anything but temptation and the chocolate in his possession was very tempting. “I’ll wait until she gives me that membership before I stop eating like a pig!” That was the signal for chocolate six’s turn.

Not only did chocolate six stretch Rob out a little in width, giving him meatier hips and legs, and of course more girth to his gut allowing it to jiggle with every step he now took, he again scaled down in height. 5’8. Short, according to Megan. Yet she was two inches shorter than him. She had a habit for teasing her boyfriend. His height, his chubby gut, his need to shower to get the grease out of his hair. Rob’s member must have liked it. Anytime he was teased it would get him rock hard. At first Megan said it was a compliment but she didn’t like the fact Rob could last only a few minutes in bed.

Megan would tell Rob he had two things to work on, “You need to go to the gym with me every other day. Lose some weight before that double chin really takes shape on you.”

“I know, I know,” Rob would say, knowing above his budding second chin his face was going red.

“And we got to find a way to make you last longer, hun,” she would say, grabbing his meat right there and then.

“I know, I-hnng…” He would get hard right there and Megan would giggle. She would kiss him on his cheek but by that point Rob would feel embarrassed and when he felt embarrassed?

“Hate when she does that,” he thought, feeling drool form at his lips as he eyed chocolate number seven. I’ve been chubby all my life. I was chubby when I met Megan. How bad is it I just want to indulge here and there?

Chocolate seven had no objections and down it went, making his chubby gut bloated into a more swollen state, fixed under a soft chest of emerging moobs.

God, I’ve been gaining weight since I started dating Megan, Rob thought. What can I do? I sit on my ass all day at home and at work. He wished his co-workers were nicer to them. He was the premier code guy after all but that seemed to only make him the weird guy on top of the heaviest guy at work. One time he asked if he could tag along with his co-workers and visit this club they were going to. They promptly said no and that he would ‘cramp their style.’ Sure, they apologized for admitting the truth right there. But that didn’t forgive the snickers he would hear, whenever he was purchasing a few snickers from the vending machine.

“You should have tagged along with them anyways,” Megan said, texting on her phone, laying on the couch with her toned legs crossed up. “You got to be more assertive, put yourself out there to make friends, sweety.”

“Can’t I hang out with you tonight,” Rob asked, unwrapping an ice cream. “You’re hanging out with your friends, aren’t you?”

“Like, yeah, but you know how my friends feel about you.”

Rob felt a rush of shame before sticking the ice cream in his mouth, “What happened was an accident.”

“Hun, you looked at Becky’s cleavage and got an erection in front of everyone. I mean, sheesh! And you know how much I hate that Becky is D-Cup when I’m like C. How do you think that made me feel, hmm?”

Rob went red. “I didn’t mean to…”

Megan smiled and rolled her eyes, “You really got to learn to control yourself,” she narrowed her eyes and gave a more mischievous smile then. “That includes not eating a whole box of ice cream everyday.”

“Sorry…”

“And stop saying sorry all the time, hun, it’s fine,” Megan giggled.

“Sor-right. So, maybe I can tag along then? Should keep me from eating any more ice-”

“Yeah, no, sorry, babe. Becky asked to make sure you specifically didn’t tag along.”

“Isn’t Ryan and Brad going out with you guys though?”

“Yeah, haha, but, y’know. Becky is just sort of creeped out still over the whole thing.” A car horn honked outside. “That’s them. Don’t wait up, sweety. Check out that movie I was telling you about on Netflix. Tomorrow you can take me out to dinner, okay?” She kissed Rob on the cheek and skipped out the door. Rob knew he’d be finishing that box of ice cream that night.

A co-worker told Rob the next day he saw Megan and her friends at the very same club he wanted to hang out at. Apparently Megan danced a lot with another guy who got rather handsy. When he confronted Megan she assured him, “Rob, I swear, nothing came out of it. Antonio just likes to show affection with his hands and believe me, he’s like, a master dancer.” She saw Rob wasn’t amused by her answer. “Rob, listen to me.” She took his hands, “I promise you. I. Promise. There was nothing more to it than that.”

Rob blinked away, “Okay.” The conversation went on a lot longer and a few heartfelt tears were shed. By the end they made up that night. Rob lasted two and a half minutes. He knew Megan wasn’t happy about that but she wasn’t in a position to complain. Not until next week. As for the rest of the year? That’s when the anxiety eating really kicked it and Rob went from chubby to borderline fatass.

“I can’t stop gaining,” Rob muttered to himself again in the present day. He worried what would happen if he continued to gain weight. If he became truly fat. What would Megan do then? Would she go dancing with more Antonios? He didn’t want to chew on the thought. Instead he chewed on chocolate number eight.

Eight went down Rob’s throat. Tasted better than lucky number seven. Though it left behind a blatant double chin on his chubby face and it made gas fill his bloated gut. His upset belly forced him to let out a fart like it seemed to make him every hour on the hour. His belly jiggled about until it settled on a shape that was undeniably fat. Soft and sagging moobs over a fat belly that was tightly wrapped up by his anime T-shirt. His butt-crack peaked out from his wide rear and his legs and arms thickened with each wobble he made down the street.

“Valentine’s Day,” he mumbled, dreading the day. He knew it would not be very romantic. A fat loser like him was lucky to be with a gorgeous 10/10 like Megan. Hell, all twenty thousand of her Instagram followers knew he was lucky when they spotted him in the background of a selfie Megan took in their apartment. Megan deleted the photo and he later spotted posts saying that was just her brother visiting.

That was hurtful, Rob always thought. But that was nothing compared to a year ago.

Megan rushed out the door to get wasted with her friends like she did every Friday night. Rob dared to ask to go with but she only laughed in response. She blew him a kiss and left through the door. She didn’t come home until the next evening. By then Rob was already alerted by a co-worker that she had slept with a man named Antonio.

“He saw you leave with him,” Rob said through his tears, unable to hold them back. “I know *sniff* I know…”

“Honey-bear, no,” Megan smiled, “that must have been someone else. You know I’m a total trend setter. There’s probably lots of girls with double Ds and platinum blonde hair like me. That’s all!”

Rob explained he saw the photos taken and shared around. Megan tried to come up with more outlandish possibilities until her story fell apart and soon so did she. She broke down in tears. Rob joined her. Eventually they made up. But they hadn’t had sex for months. The one time they did between now and then: Rob lasted a minute and twenty seconds. Megan was timing it. She gave him shit for it.

Rob’s four inch cock twitched as he thought about how the night might play out. “Maybe I’ll get lucky THIS year…”

He didn’t even realize he was putting chocolate nine between his lips.

A little more weight to his ass and sides. A little less height as he shrunk and squashed downward. He was 5’5. A whole inch shorter than Megan. She hated that about him. Often remarked she wished he was taller. That was even her excuse a year ago when she got caught cheating on Rob.

“Well, can you blame me? You’re five foot fuckin’ five, Rob. It’s embarrassing just being seen with your fat ass in public. And don’t even get me started with you downstairs behind all that FAT. You’re not even four inches long, Rob! That’s a kid’s dick! You-you-you look like a fat kid on the fucking playground. Of course I’m gonna fuck other men! REAL men!”

“Were…there…there were others?” Rob sobbed.

Megan shook her head in disbelief, “Honestly, Rob. I always thought you sort of knew. Thought you just never wanted to have this conversation because, fuck, man. What are we supposed to do now that the cat’s out of the bag?”

That question hit Rob with a fright. He loved Megan! He didn’t want to lose her despite what had happened. “H-how…how long have you been seeing other guys?”

Megan just sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. “It was right before our first Valentine’s Day together.” That made the pain fresh all over again and a sadness appeared in Megan’s eyes. She must have known how terrible that was. “The date was coming up and I couldn’t stop thinking about how…how…disappointing you are. You’re out of shape, you’re a slob. You…you can’t even last a whole minute in bed, Rob. I figured that’s why you would have been okay with me seeing other guys. It’s kind of your fault that way, you know?”

Rob looked at Megan with wounded, watery eyes.

“Okay, that’s not what I meant. I mean, it is. That’s where it started. I wanted a real man for Valentine’s Day. And ever since then…”

“So what now?” Rob sniffed.

“I still like you, Rob. I still, you know. Still want to be with you. But I’ve got needs. Needs you just can’t satisfy. So…”

It wasn’t too long of a conversation after that. It wasn’t a title Rob embraced but that was the night he accepted his role as a cuckold. Rob had never slept with another woman besides Megan. He always figured he was doing something right with her. But he was wrong. A year since then and Megan had slept with a number of other men. At least she didn’t brag about it. It was the dark secret of their relationship. Judging by the laughs he would hear when he would waddle by the cubicles of his co-workers: It probably wasn’t a very well-kept secret.

“Maybe tonight I’ll be the one she wants to have sex with…” Rob could only hope. He had urges too but sex was rather clumsy when they tried. His gut got in the way. He weighed too much to top. He was always out of breath before long no matter what they did. They pulled the feat off once since their relationship became open one-sided. Rob lasted forty seconds. At least the other three times they again attempted sex, each time ending early with a lazy handjob, Rob somehow managed to make it a minute those times. Megan just sighed and went back to her phone.

The thought of those miserable dates made Rob hungry. He gobbled up chocolates ten and eleven together.

With a bounce his belly pushed the boundaries of fat to tuba themed fat-fuck. A near double belly poured forward over his buried two and half inch cock. His massive ass and hips swaying behind him. He stood only 5’3. He had often been mistaken for a woman from behind. Even from the front when his fat man tits were the first things seen. But when most saw his face they just gagged. A few pimples here. A deep double chin there. A piggish nose and little, sad eyes. When people saw Rob they saw a fat loser. Dressed in ill-fitting, tight and often torn shirts of obscure Japanese animation and stretched sweatpants. Sweatpants often sporting stains below the shadow of his pale monster gut.

Waddling was a brutal exercise, Rob thought as his wobbling began to cause him to sweat. What was I thinking going to the store on foot? A few blocks away? That may as well be a state over! He grunted as he made his way to the last turn to his apartment. He was almost there. Mixed feelings awaited him there.

“I wish I had a real girlfriend,” he found himself sighing. As it stood, Megan was a girlfriend only in name.

The relationship started out “real” enough. Rob thought it was too good to be true. A chubby loser with strange interests in animation and video games. Megan meanwhile was a bombshell and a popular e-celebrity for her makeup tutorials and vlogs. It didn’t take too long for a knock-out like Megan to discover Rob’s terrible secret.

“Oh my God!” Megan snorted in laughter during one of their first dates over at Rob’s apartment. “Did you! Haha! Did you seriously just cum in your pants!”

“It-it’s a serious, fuck, ahghh! It's a real condition. I get excited and-and-and-ahh, fuck, I just lose control. You’re-you’re very pretty,” he tried to say.

“Dude, I saw you oggling my ass from the reflection of the window.”

“Okay,” Rob was quick to concede. “Your ASS is very pretty!” For that, Rob heard one of the very few genuine laughs he was able to get out of Megan. Though she accepted the apparent condition, even said it was flattering, the relationship didn’t feel very real long after that.

As Rob suspected. It was too good to be true.

Just before their first valentine’s together, a man mistook Rob as just one of Megan’s fans. Megan, who had stepped away to use the bathroom, had no idea one of her friends with benefits was explaining to her boyfriend outside how much they fuck on the side. That was an awkward chicken salad that day.

“Just a fan,” Rob cursed as the memory flared in his head. He wrote code for a company and practically kept the lights on. Of course they never gave him any raises for it. Meanwhile Megan made more money than him. But that wasn’t until after they had started dating for a few months. A few months where Megan became comfortable living off of Rob’s checks. By the time Megan’s career online really took off she had grown to like Rob somewhat. At least for his money. Either way, she wanted the arrangement to last.

Rob sat on the couch like a dumb child as Megan explained how things were going to be. “So…we’re not really boyfriend and girlfriend?” His heart was genuinely broken. She was his first girlfriend and if he was being honest he knew she would probably be his only. The fact she was so stunningly beautiful made the ultimatum just that much more demanding. Whenever Rob got to play with Megan’s tits, hell, whenever he just watched her shake her ass from working out at home, he would lose control and cream his pants. Megan would laugh but Rob didn’t mind all that much. He was getting damn good shows and she even took his virginity. He only lasted seven seconds but that still counted!

Megan said it all out right. “Honestly, Rob. What choice do you got? You really think you’ll ever do better than me?” Rob felt his tiny cock twitch in submission as he bowed his head. “That’s what I thought,” Megan said while pre-cum stained Rob’s underwear.

Rob tried to protest when Megan started bringing other guys over. He had hoped she would keep her flings away from the apartment he paid for but no such luck. He would touch himself to the sounds of Megan getting her brains fucked a room over. Rob never lasted as long as the guy making Megan moan. At least he got to cuddle with Megan in their bed afterwards. At least the guy fucking his girlfriend made his spot on the bed warm for him.

Another twitch to his little prick. “Maybe if I ask nicely Megan will give me a handjob for Valentine’s Day,” Rob hoped as chocolates twelve through fourteen were crammed into his sweaty, pimpled face.

As Rob’s belly rumbled and jiggled his gas built up and he let out a rude fart. When he had to fart he had to fart so he just let it rip. His dick was the same way really. Whenever he had to cum he didn’t really have a say in the matter. The sensation of arousal meant the geyser was about to erupt so get ready.

He wiped the sweat off his brows as his body shrunk down some and spread out to the sides to accommodate. “Fuck, I hate walking.” To be fair, Rob hadn’t walked in years. Now he just waddled and complained about having to wobble everywhere. There was a time he was just chubby. Well, just fat, rather. A time before obesity swallowed him whole. Then he met Megan.

It was crazy to meet her in real life. Megan was really taking off on social media. Rob was even an early subscriber to her only fans. They found out they lived in the same town, one thing led to another, and Rob offered to pay for all the rent if they could live together. At first he thought he was dating Megan. But then before Valentine’s Day, when Rob came home to Megan coupling with another man, a man who could actually see his cock when he looked down, Rob realized their relationship wasn’t quite normal.

“You’re more like an admin for my business,” Megan explained.

“But we’ve…we’ve…y’know,” Rob couldn’t even say what they did without blushing.

“We didn’t do anything, Rob. I was drunk one night and we TRIED to do something but you blew your load like you always do and I went to sleep. And then you farted and I kicked you out of the room. Honestly, you realize real couples share the same bed right? You never thought it was strange I had you move out of your own bedroom and take up space in the guest room?”

“I…I don’t really know how other couples work,” Rob confessed.

“Hm,” Megan was already losing interest in the conversation, moving her eyes to her phone and the tinder notifications coming from it. “You know Rob, I kind of like you. If you want, we can try dating.”

“R-really!?” Rob’s spirits shot up, as if it was no big deal he caught her fucking another man an hour ago.

“With a condition,” Megan said, eyes on her phone.

“What? I’ll do anything!”

“You know what a cuckold is?”

True to his word, Rob did do anything. Though ironically, they became less physically intimate after that day. There was more teasing to be sure. More exaggerated pet names and assurances of, “you ARE my boyfriend, Rob.” But rules followed. Rob wasn’t ever allowed to see Megan naked unless she was getting plowed by another guy. It used to be she would bounce her great big tits for him to splooge his pants over but now she had to watch another man bounce her tits for him. Rob didn’t like it at first but his two inch prick loved it. Or maybe it just loved seeing a naked woman with bouncing tits. Regardless, Rob would watch Megan get railed and he would soak the bottom of his obese belly with load after load of semen.

“I hope I get to watch her get fucked tonight,” Rob prayed as he waddled down the street. It was Valentine’s Day after all. That had to count for something. Maybe she would even strip in front of him. No other guy involved. A show just for him!

He was so excited about the idea he hadn’t noticed he was eating the last of the chocolates he had gotten for her. Leaving stains on his fat face, Rob crammed his mouth with chocolates fifteen through nineteen. He chomped away like a pig as his cock shrunk to measly and pathetic one inch. It became more sensitive, able to explode when he simply imagined sex, never involving him of course. He was a good little cuck. And little he was indeed. Besides his micropenis, a shameful button of flesh hidden deep beneath his morbidly obese belly and oversized fupa, Rob stood at a comical 4’8. Under five feet, even Megan towered over him. But he liked being a little smol boy as she put it. Put his eyes on the level of her massive, bouquet tattooed tits. Of course, his tits were almost the same size but hers were far perkier. Also her tits had flowers on them. His just had pimples.

Leaving chocolate stains on his belly and old, unwashed hentai shirt, Rob farted and filled his yellowed sticky underwear with a steady flow of precum. “So much fuckin’ walking. But maybe I’ll get to watch Megan get freaky tonight, eheh.” He ended that thought with a fart.

It was just before their first Valentine’s Day Megan explained to her roommate and top fan that he could be her personal cuck slave if he gave her full control of his bank account. Naturally that meant Rob would be granted an allowance for all his snacks and anime merch. But Megan got the rest. Rob, obsessed with one of the internet’s most sexy e-girls, was prepared to make the ultimate commitment. Nobody gave more money to Megan than Rob. In return, Rob was able to satisfy his cuckold fetish with the woman of his dreams. One time when Megan was drunk she asked if Rob wanted to try and actually see if sex was possible for him. He came immediately at the proposition. Rob remained a virgin.

There was a condition for Rob to be with Megan in their strange arrangement however. “I’ll be straight up, pig-face. I’m kind of a psychopath. The story about me bullying that girl into the psych ward isn’t some online creepypasta. I did that shit one hundred percent.” Megan giggled as if this was something silly. “So if you want to be my personal pig you have to look the part.”

“W-what do you mean?” Rob asked, feeling his button-prick tightened with pleasure. The load was already on the way.

“I want you to gain a fuck ton of weight. I want you to get fat. Fatter, I mean, haha. I want there to be no way you ever get with another girl. You’re mine. I want you fat, ugly, and totally unable to control-”

Rob already came in his pants. The stains pooled across his sweatpants.

Megan smiled, “Good pig.”

He started eating a lot from then on. A lot of chocolate in particular. The weight piled on and obesity latched on to his pulsating arteries. Whenever Rob got caught between doors Megan would just laugh and take photos for God only knew where. Rob would just send a fresh load of jizz to sail warmly down his blubbery legs.

Today it was sweat speeding down the jiggling tree chunks of flesh that were Rob’s legs. He had wanted to move out to an apartment that was on the first floor but Megan said it was funny to see him come up out of breath and covered in sweat. Eventually, after a lot of huffing and a lot of chocolate flavored belching, the sweaty embarrassment that was Rob made its way upstairs to his apartment.

“Hey,” Rob belched out, “I’m back. You home, Megan?”

Megan came up in a loose shirt. A guy was over, Rob realized. “Phew, you stink pig. Rolling out in the mud were you?”

“No,” Rob said before wheezing for a fresh breath of air. He caught a whiff of himself. He did smell fouler than usual. “I…ugh…I got you some chocolates but uh…”

Megan chuckled, “Oh, of course. The human blob ate them all already. Chocolates actually would have been nice for today. I could have shared them with Brad.”

“I know…I’m sorry, ma’am…oh, there’s one left.”

Megan swiped the last remaining piece of chocolate. “I’ll take that. Clearly you’ve had enough for several lifetimes.”

She ate the last piece of chocolate.

A flash of light seemed to go off then. Rob’s eyes widened in shock before twisting around her horror. He examined himself, grabbed at all his sweaty folds, nearly suffered a heart attack when he saw his reflection in the window, “What…what…what the fuck?”

“Piggy? You okay?” Megan asked as she swallowed the chocolate.

In an instant, two worlds collided. All of Rob’s old memories returned. Fusing with the new. Understanding both as the truth. He remembered the man he once was. The woman Megan used to be. Yet he understood at once what they had become.

And he knew why. “The girl…the girl with the white hair…”

“Gawking at other girls?” Megan frowned. “I told your fatass you aren’t allowed to look at any other women besides me. I was going to let you watch tonight but now you can’t for another two months.”

“No, no, you’re-you’re supposed to-to-oh, ahh,” no watching my girlfriend Megan get fucked by other men for two months? Ooh! “No! I-she-ahh-hrnnng!” That’s so hot, Rob’s brain thought for him as his button pulsed. “HRNNG!” It’s so hot Megan used to be my girlfriend but now she’s an internet whore and I’m a fat, premature manlet cuckold!

“AAH!” *SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT* “Hrnng-” *SPURT* *SPURT* “Ahhh….ahhh…”

Though his old memories returned, his new brain remained. As much as he despised and was disgusted by what he was about to say, “th-thank you, ma’am. Hnng. Ahh, that’s-that’s very hot…oohhh. I’ll be a good boy from now on…” he meant every word.

Megan accepted Rob’s promise as Rob, shamefully, blissfully, dreadfully, accepted his new reality. “Well, good,” Megan said. “You can listen to Brad and I go at it though. But no peeking this time! Oh, and go order me some chocolate, alright. I’ll give you some money from your allowance. Try not to eat those too, will you? Happy Valentine’s Day.” Megan walked off on that note. Rob watched her shapely rear take leave and felt the next round of cum burning inside him and ready for premature release.

“Yes, ma’am…” he moaned, obedient, still hungry for more chocolate.

#downgrade #beta #pathetic #prejac #reality change #loser

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