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Zane Simpson x Jake Od

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Hefty Sentence

"Pass me a cold one, would'ya?" You ask your friend, Dale.

He rummages through the cooler and fishes out a beer, handing it to you.

"Y'know, you look ridiculous." You chuckle at the sight of his American flag short shorts.

"It's the fourth of July dumbass, it's like, patriotic or somethin'." He laughs.

"Yeah yeah, it's a sorry excuse for wantin' to dress up in girly shorts like those. Only time I should be seein' those is when a nice ass is hangin' out of it." You tease him.

"You sayin' I don't got a nice ass?" He frowns for a moment before you both start laughing.

You both get distracted by the sound of fireworks popping in the distance.

"I guess it's time..."

You toss a glance towards Dale before pulling a box of fireworks out of your truck.

"How tall d'ya think they'll go?" Dall taps your shoulder, excited.

"The guy said somethin' like fifty feet." You respond.

"Oh shit, this gon' be good." Dale practically jumps with excitement.

You run the box a good ways across the field and light the fireworks before booking it back to the truck. Within seconds, the box starts exploding with colour. All kinds of fireworks, big and small start exploding with loud pops. You and Dale sit on the truck and watch the show.

But it was short lived. You hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching from behind. Looking back, you see a pair of cops pull up just behind the truck.

"Oh shit!" You panic and jump off the truck, running to get inside.

"Wait!" Dale yells as he grabs your arm. "We can't run, they've seen our plates."

"Fuck, you're right." You hold your head in your hands, trying to think of a way out of this.

"Hey, boys. What're you up to?" One of the cops says, knowing the answer to his own question.

"Nothing officers, we were just on our way." You flash a fake smile and walk to the front of your truck.

"I don't believe you." He says as he blocks your way. "Did you know it's illegal to set off fireworks this time of year, it's a fire hazard."

"I think you're mistaken officer, these aren't our fireworks." You lie.

He simply smiles in response. "Lyin' to an officer of the law is also a punishable offence." He grabs the back of your neck and pins you against the truck.

"Wait officer pleas-" Dale tries to talk.

"Shut up!" The other officer yells as he pins him against the truck too.

"Man I paid a lot for these fireworks!" You yell as you kick his knee and elbow him in the face.

The cop wipes the blood from his face before charging at you. He lowers his shoulder but you sidestep him, sending him head first into the truck. You get him in a grapple and start choking him out, but one sucker punch to the back of the head from the other cop knocks you out cold.

--- 2 Months Later ---

You stand in front of a judge and a jury. You've been charged with assaulting an officer, and based on the looks of disapproval from the jury, it doesn't look good for you. The cop gave a sob story about how he was assaulted by a 'wildly drunk lowlife', and the goody two shoes jury ate it right up.

After a short recess, the jury walks back up on the stand.

"We find the defendant guilty."

You hang your head, looking back to see your mother crying. Your father didn't even bother showing up, he just said to come home when you'd grown up.

"I sentence you to 30 years and 200 pounds." The judge rules with a smack of his hammer.

Almost immediately, something feels off. The room starts to spin and everyone's looking at you. A wild itch erupts on your face and you bring your hand up to your upper lip, feeling a thick mustache sprout from your skin. Not to mention the short prickly hairs that are starting to cover the rest of your face.

Your stomach starts to gurgle as your insides burn. Looking down, you watch in horror as your flat stomach starts to rise like bread. It starts as a small bump around your belly button, but it continues to swell faster and faster. You try to grab it, to hold it in, but it's too late for that. It grows to the point that you look pregnant as your gut starts to strain your shirt.

"Oh god..." Your voice is deeper, more mature.

You bring your hand up to your chest and feel the definition of your pecs slowly disappear under a thick layer of fat. Your growing moobs also start to press against your ever shrinking shirt, making your sensitive nipples visible through the fabric.

You fall back onto your chair, hearing it creak as it struggles to catch your growing body. The impact sends ripples through your fat, it almost feels... good. But there's no time to think about that right now, your attention switches back to your belly as it starts to sag under its own weight, resting on your lap.

Your five o'clock starts to grow rapidly, turning into a thick bushy beard. Something you weren't able to grow mere moments ago. Though the beard seems to come at the cost of your hairline receding slightly.

You feel the chair tighten around your expanding ass. Your cheeks and love handles start spilling out the sides of it as your shirt starts riding up your gut, revealing dark hairs around your thick belly button. You can feel your thighs thicken until your pants rip open. If it weren't for your hulking gut covering it, the whole courtroom would be able to see your rock hard cock barely sticking out of your fat pad, leaking pre cum all over the bottom of your gut.

"God, this feels good." You let out a moan, in your deep gruff voice.

"This is a normal part of the process folks." The judge reaffirms the courtroom.

Your voice continues to deepen as your features age well into your fifties. Your beard quickly turns grey as your hair becomes salt and pepper, matching your aging face.

Your gut seems to bounce every time it grows, tearing through your shirt more and more until it finally gives out and rips in half.

"Uuugghhh, it feels good to be free." Your voice sounds gruff, like you've been smoking a pack a day for 30 years.

You bring your hands to your nipples and start to massage them as your hands nearly double in size, becoming thick and calloused. Similarly, your feet rip through your shoes, becoming a hulking size 18. If only that were indicative of the size of your cock.

You seem to regain some clarity as your transformation comes to an end. You stop massaging your nipples and look around. Some are averting their eyes, some are laughing, some just stare.

"I hope these years have given you enough wisdom to know better than to commit another crime." The judge states.

You stand and face the judge, flashing the entire courtroom.

"Yes sir, I know better now."

"Good, you are dismissed."

With a towel around your waist, your mother escorts you home. Waddling through the front door, your father is there waiting for you.

"I see they hit you with the 30 years, 200 pounds." He says, "I almost got that when I was your age. I hope you're wise enough not to fight a cop now, son."

"Yes, dad."

"Good. Now why don't I get you some clothes that fit. You're lucky I gained all this weight after you were born, cuz my clothes might actually fit you now."

Your father gets up and proudly sticks out his gut as he walks you to his closet.

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i predict a GROWTH SPURT ✨

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What’s your height and weight

Right now I’m 183 cm tall (about 6’0”) and I weigh 173 kg (about 381 lbs). My body is growing steadily, with a focus on subcutaneous fat accumulation. This is part of a long-term transformation – real weight, real eating.

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Damn big daddy gainer

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keep feeding me! i’m losing control…

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𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐨 + 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧

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