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Published: 2013-01-10 05:03:38 +0000 UTC; Views: 292329; Favourites: 873; Downloads: 20
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Description Donut Magic

WARNING: Contains massive weight gain, stuffing, and a bit erotica. Not your cup of tea? Then please leave.



Kyle loved donuts.

No, wait, that was an understatement.

He adored donuts. Lunch, breakfast, and dinner. They were always apart of his meal or snack and due to his high metabolism, he never fretted about gaining a single pound. It was a dream come true, something that women envied and men cursed him for.

"That's not fair," His friend, Mark, managed in frustration, "How can you do that?" Mark, unlike his friend, fought tooth and nail to lose at least a couple pounds, but he couldn't resist the temptation. His belly hung out over his jeans and his moobs rested on top, his chunky arms leading to the game controller in his hands as he fought zombies on the screen viciously.

Beside him, Kyle was chewing and swallowing a powdered donut, a smirk on his powder smeared face. He clicked the buttons viciously, ignoring Mark's whining as the chubby boy reached for another donut from the box. Kyle kicked it shut with a grin, glancing out the corner of his eye at his friend quickly before looking back as Mark gave a grunt of annoyance.

"You know the rules. Donuts goes to the one with the most kills and right now, I'm beating the crap out of you." He told his friend, hitting buttons with a vengeance. Mark gritted his teeth behind closed lips. The smell of the donuts was driving him nuts, but not as much as Kyle's attitude was.

Oh, he loved his friend.

Maybe a little too much sometimes, but he hated Kyle's cockiness.

Weight was a touchy subject with Mark and Kyle had no problem pushing his buttons when it came up. Mark was a good sixty pounds overweight and Kyle was in fact a couple pounds under weight. The jealousy that pulsed in his head was eternal.

Some days, he wished Kyle would suddenly explode with so much weight, he'd never be able to move and for some sick reason, that made Mark horny. He cleared his throat, glancing at Kyle, who hadn't noticed his sudden uncomfortable position.

They beat the controllers, zombies shrieking as they swore and Kyle once again beat Mark into submission. Mark cursed, then glancing at Kyle, who stuffed a donut into his mouth, chewing noisily and licking his lips. He sucked the powder off his fingertips and licked the glaze right off the dough of the donuts. Mark's stomach growled and he reached for one, but Kyle pushed the box away, flashing Mark a greedy smirk.

"You lost, buddy. Ain't my fault you can't shoot no zombies." He told him. Mark watched as Kyle shoved another donut into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, frowning.

I hope you get fat. I hope that every donut you eat makes you gain a hundred pounds. Then it'd be funny to see you flail around helplessly. You're just making fun of me... And I wish I could make fun of you for being fat. I wish... Mark's mind trailed as Kyle paused to burp, a confused expression on his face.

"Ouch." He said suddenly, holding a hand over his stomach. Mark frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked, forcing himself to stand up as he pushed the controllers away with his feet. Kyle remained on the floor, sitting with his legs spread out on the carpet and the box between his legs. He wrinkled his nose, still looking confused before he shook his head and took another bite. Mark rolled his eyes and yawned, glancing at the clock before he closed his bedroom door so he and his friend could have privacy.

"I'm gonna shower real quick. You can play whatever game you want." Mark told him as he grabbed a towel from his wardrobe. Kyle nodded, barely watching as Mark went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Kyle licked the powder off his lips as he reached for the remote, turning on the television.

He reached into the donut box, picking up another powdered donut and biting down as he watched a commercial about a new McDonalds burger. He smiled dreamily at the thought of eating it when he suddenly felt something strange in his stomach. He hesitated. It wasn't like the sharp pain from earlier. It was more like a bubbly feeling.

Kyle waited for a burp to come, but nothing happened. He swallowed the donut in his mouth and it fell into his stomach heavily. He gave a little gasp as he suddenly felt bloated; something that had never happened to him before. He shivered, then quickly shook his head and finished the donut in his hand.

He'd always been a slave to temptation. He was too weak-willed to not eat and since he didn't gain any weight, what did it matter? He wasn't hurting himself. Besides, even if, by some miracle, he gained weight, a couple pounds would be fine seeing as he was on the thin side.

Kyle brought another donut to his mouth when the gurgle was back in his stomach. He moaned at the feeling of feeling puffy. He looked down at his belly tiredly, before his eyes widened in horror. His belly seemed to take on a mind of its own, slowly swelling outwards, causing his shirt to ride up and show off his small belly button. The skin stretched and pinkened softly. Kyle felt heat fill his cheeks with embarrassment.

All he could do was staring down at the swell of belly that rested in his lap now. He felt another bubbling sensation, but this time, in his butt. He waited for the gas, but it never came. Instead, his butt seemed to only ache. He shifted a little, putting the donut in his mouth as he reached his hands back to use the bed as support to stand.

He struggled to his feet, chewing on the donut before swallowing so he could breath properly. However, it was even worse standing up. Kyle grimaced, clasping his hands over his belly that now reminded him of a beach ball, or maybe a woman pregnant with twins. He moaned, gritting his teeth against the swelling inside himself.

He could feel it in his belly first, then his butt. He twisted his head around, his cheeks darkening even more at the sight of his buttcheeks pushing against the seat of his pants. The material stretched and stretched before it began to rip. First down the seams before the seat of his pants exploded, his buttcheeks dropping out. Kyle yelped, then jerked his head around to see his belly pushing against the front of his pants that now easily slid right down to his ankles.

Or rather, cankles. The flesh on his legs began to turn into pudgy rolls, his toes turning into pink hot dogs on the end of his feet. He panted for breath, patting at his belly as he looked around frantically.

What's going on?!

What's happening?

Was this even real? A dream? Had he fallen asleep?

But it felt too real to be a dream.

He could feel the food inside him expanding, adding more weight to his bloated body. As if his giant potbelly and bulging butt wasn't bad enough, his chest began to fill out into a pair of large breasts. They ripped right through his shirt, flopping onto his belly, his nipples hard and pink. Kyle blushed and grabbed at them, trying to push them back before his butt seemed to swell even bigger.

Too heavy, Kyle realized in agony. He couldn't hold himself up anymore and his legs gave out, flopping out in front of him as he fell on his butt, bouncing a little at how large his butt had gotten. The large moons kept him a good foot off the ground now and were still growing.

Panic started to run around in Kyle's mind as he grabbed desperately at his belly to keep it from inflating further. Much to his relief, his saggy belly had ceased its growing. Even his butt had slowed down considerably, leaving him to sway there in his newly aquired weight.

Good God, Kyle thought, breathing heavily as he grabbed at his bulging love handles. He had to have gained at least two hundred pounds in that short period of time. He sat there, breathing heavily. He licked at his lips, still tasting the powder from the donut when he heard the shower turn off.

His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered Mark.

Mark. The guy he'd been friends with for years. The guy who'd always been a bit on the pudgy side. The guy he always gave grief for being overweight.

And now Kyle was definitely more than a hundred pounds fatter than Mark.

Humiliation made Kyle writhe desperately in an attempt to get up, but he'd never be able to get out. As if being fat wasn't bad enough, his clothes had torn apart. Only bits of it clung to his thick legs and bulging arms. He still held his fat belly with one chubby hand, the other holding onto one of his breasts to keep it from flopping everywhere as he breathed and wiggled.

"Kyle, you better have eaten all those donuts," Mark was saying as he opened the door, "Because otherwise... You're... going... to..." Mark didn't finish as he stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of sweatpants, a towel over his shoulders, and a white t-shirt spotted with water. His damp hair was brushed back, giving him a full view of the thing that was in his room.

What the hell?

Mark stared, eyes wide as he watched Kyle pant, sitting against the foot of his bed. When he'd gone to shower, Kyle had been as small and thin as ever. Now, he had inflated to the size of an armchair. His belly was round and made up of two rolls that had piled into his lap, his legs like tree trunks sticking out. His arms were saggy sacks of fat, hands desperately trying to hide his new pair of bulbous boobs and gut. There was no use in hiding his butt that had become like two balloons of fat.

Mark stared and stared as Kyle whimpered, wiggling uncomfortably with pudgy cheeks now bright pink, just like his nipples.

Then Mark smirked.

"You didn't eat all the donuts."

"H-Huh?" Kyle managed in horrified disbelief. Mark lowered his towel to the floor and walked over to the box of donuts, picking them up to count the five donuts inside. Two powdered, one chocolate, one glazed, and the final covered in pink frosting with sprinkles. Mark looked up at Kyle, who was grabbing desperately at his bloated gut before switching his hands to cover his nipples.

Mark didn't cease his smirking and actually looked like he was on the verge of laughing.

Why was he laughing?! What was even funny about this?!

Mark didn't care about Kyle's expression of dismay. Something had happened. The Lord or whoever was out there had heard his wish, the wish he'd been repeating for years.

Kyle was a hefty tub of lard now, sitting there helplessly. He was at Mark's mercy, and it was just the thing to make Mark's groin throb. He fought a shiver that went down his spine as he got on his knees on the bed so he was closer to Kyle's head.

"Here, let's try the glazed one first." Mark suggested. Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but the donut was forced into his mouth. Mark kept his hand firmly over Kyle's mouth as Kyle whimpered and fought to spit it out, but it was useless and he was running out of air.

He lost the battle and swallowed. As soon as he did, his belly growled something awful and swelled out even further. Kyle cried out, watching as his chins began to roll forward enough for him to see them. They practically melded together with his breasts that began to slid to the sides of his enormous belly. His legs and arms trembled, filling up with more fat, becoming pudgier and pudgier.

"And you really like the powdered ones." Mark added, breathlessly as he watched the transformation take place. Without taking his eyes off Kyle's helplessly fat form, he smashed the donut into Kyle's mouth. Kyle could only chew mechanically, eyes squeezing shut as tears threatened to leak out.

He felt the gurgling and bubbling inside as he swallowed the donut. His back became a breeding ground for fat folds that rolled like hills all the way to his butt that had become two mountains holding him up two feet off the ground. Kyle belched, gasping for air afterwards. He couldn't lift his heavy arms any further to cover himself and just let them sag at his sides. He tilted his head as Mark offered another donut.

Dazed and suddenly feeling lightheaded, Kyle accepted it greedily into his mouth. His cheeks bulged and remained so, even after he swallowed. Pink and chunky, they sat amongst the sets of flesh that bulged from his neck that no longer existed. He panted, fingers and toes wiggling as he opened his mouth, tongue hanging out.

"You're way bigger than me now, Kyle. How does it feel to be so fat?" Mark asked, eyelids hanging lazily as he watched Kyle gnash the chocolate donut, some chocolate dripping down his chins. Kyle gurgled something that sounded like "mmmm, goood". Mark smirked.

Kyle's body had become a giant mass of fat. There was no muscle tone, no bone, no nothing. He was a sack of fat sitting on his bulging butt, breasts flopped heavily on his belly that resembled a sea of fat.

"I think we need to get you in a more comfortable position." Mark murmured, climbed off the bed with effort as he walked around to stand in front of Kyle, who flailed his arms. Or what used to be arms. They had now become part if his ballooned body right up to his wrists. His hands flailed helplessly and his legs were barely melons on his thighs that had become tubs of adipose.

"Come get it." Mark urged, holding the last pink frosting donut up. Kyle blubbered something amongst his layers of fat, his head barely visible. He pushed, sweating heavily with effort as he tried to rock himself onto his belly. With a couple more teeters, Kyle fell forward, his belly yanking him down with a force so heavy that it actually shook the room for a moment. Mark hesitated, holding the donut up as he watched Kyle open his mouth, eyes glazed over.

He pushed the donut into Kyle's mouth, watching him chew. Mark bit his lip and came forward, touching Kyle's vuluptuous breasts that hung down, tipped with hard, large nipples that resembled a cow's udder. Mark licked his lips and pinched the nipple, making Kyle moan and shiver. His waves of fat bounced and wriggled all the way to his buttcheeks.

"You look really good fat," Mark murmured, making Kyle "hm" in question, "You're so fat, Kyle. Look at this. Your boobs are the size of my dad's recliner." Kyle moaned at that as Mark rubbed his nipples for a moment longer before peering up into Kyle's face.

"What." Kyle said, his voice distorted by the fat that had collected around his face that was now buried in his enormous body.

"This really turns me on." Mark breathed, pressing himself up against Kyle's chubby chins that hung down into his breasts. Kyle panted as Mark rubbed himself on the soft, flabby layers of fat.

Suffice it to say that the sleepover had brought Mark great pleasure. And even greater pleasure when he woke in the morning to find that Kyle was still morbidly obese and whimpering for more food.

Whoever made this wish, thanks. I'm about to enjoy a very long, very nice relationship. Mark thought brightly as he went to fetch his new boyfriend a box of powdered donuts.
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Comments: 19

cyberneticwolf [2022-07-31 04:56:15 +0000 UTC]

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tioviola In reply to cyberneticwolf [2022-08-20 18:42:42 +0000 UTC]

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Bi-Berry [2020-01-21 05:04:18 +0000 UTC]

Fuck me, this story was sooo fucking good! I read it while high and imagined I was Kyle. Damnnn, thanks for the good time

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CristinaMeLe526 [2018-01-23 05:49:54 +0000 UTC]

Kyle doesn't like 🍫 β‰οΈπŸ˜¦
🍩 ❌ Β  (lol I'm obsessed with πŸ˜€)

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TwilitWarrior [2015-04-29 22:21:16 +0000 UTC]

I cannot believe how much this story turned me on. GREAT JOB.

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Leopold002 [2015-04-18 22:03:59 +0000 UTC]

I love a good doughnut. Then again, who doesn't love a good doughnut?

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cyberneticwolf [2015-04-08 02:36:27 +0000 UTC]

this is hot but wouldn't it be just delicious if we saw a bit of revenge for instance say our obese sexy boy managed to get used to his wieght just enough so that he can walk around a bit still fat as ever but he managers to get back at his lover for this after all it's still never revealed how this happened maybe we can make it into a bigger story of perhaps the world itself getting a bit fatter for the sake of some kinky pleasures

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HeftyHeftyHefty0 [2015-02-23 18:37:40 +0000 UTC]

This is my favorite story on here, I love it and its really hot please make more or possibly a sequel? Thank you

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FemaleWeightGain [2014-06-29 15:23:43 +0000 UTC]

Great story,Β 
nice idea and sometimes i feel like markπŸ˜›
Please dont stop writing storys like this one!!!πŸ˜ƒ
Marc

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southernfatboy [2013-01-22 04:41:35 +0000 UTC]

Awesome story! I love this type! Keep up the great work!

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manharvest In reply to southernfatboy [2013-01-23 03:49:32 +0000 UTC]

Thanks

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nilrac123 [2013-01-15 00:06:07 +0000 UTC]

Awesome story

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manharvest In reply to nilrac123 [2013-01-19 20:37:28 +0000 UTC]

Thanks.

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InsertEvilHere [2013-01-11 01:46:44 +0000 UTC]

Nice work on all of these.

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manharvest In reply to InsertEvilHere [2013-01-11 02:12:45 +0000 UTC]

Thanks

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growinluvhandles [2013-01-10 20:35:37 +0000 UTC]

I'm not gay, but reading your stories certainly turns me on.

Thanks.

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manharvest In reply to growinluvhandles [2013-01-10 22:23:27 +0000 UTC]

Heh, you're welcome; and thanks.

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AlfredShadow [2013-01-10 05:23:17 +0000 UTC]

Love it! keep the stories coming, man!

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manharvest In reply to AlfredShadow [2013-01-10 05:27:40 +0000 UTC]

Thanks

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