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chubbycelebs · 5 months

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My Chocolate Factory Experience (pt 2)

“Right then we should probably leave them to deal with the hog. Should we carry on or do you guys want to carry on- wait. There were 5 of you. Where are the other 2?” Wonka says looking around. Just then we heard the shouts of Aidan and Simon. It sounded like they were panicked and it came from the very depths of the woods. We all ran into the sugar filled woods.

As we passed through the forest we noticed different sweet treats like juice filled fruits hanging from the trees and patches of hard candy flowers. As we carried on briskly walking through the forest towards the shouting we saw the woods begin to lighten up. There was a clearing in the woods by the perimeter wall of the room. That’s when we noticed the two men stood there shouting at each other. The light was still too bright to see them but it was becoming clearer that the two men were not clothed?

Our suspicions were correct. As we reached the edge of the woods, nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight I saw. The grass was covered in blue juice and piles of the large blue fruits we saw on our walk up were laid around the clearing. Within the pile of juicy fruits, were their blue stained clothes as well. My eyes went to Aidan first. He was stark naked. His lazy body was on display for us all to see. His thick chest hair carried on down and covered his soft belly in a thick layer of dark hair, wrapping round his thick love handles and soft lower back. His bushy pubes made his already seemingly small dick look even smaller. Even at full erection Aidan didn’t have much to show off. Whilst seeing his chubby naked body was already slightly shocking was most shocking was the blue stains on his ass. We could see bright blue liquid leaking out of his ass cheeks and dripping down his thighs. What had these two been up to? That’s when low gurgling noise got my attention on Simon. He too was naked, his slightly grubby middle aged dad bod was much more sexy to look at than our lazy companion. My eyes found it hard to move off his rounded beer belly that jutted far out but something was much more interesting. Just like Aidan, Simons member was at full attention, much more impressive than Aidans chubby small dick. Simons large curved dick was quite impressive yet this wasn’t that most intriguing thing. His cock was bright blue and his balls and his inner thighs and his lower belly and it seemed to be slready across his body slowly. “Wonka help me! Why the fuck is my dick blue!?” Simon asked worry in his voice. We all looked at Wonka who just stood there mouth slightly agape looking at the scene with a little smile. The blue was spreading faster across Simons body. It crept up and over his belly button and moved towards his chest. His ass was now fully blue and made its way up his back. Even his nose started to go blue. Simon looked down and saw his rapidly changing skin and said “WONKA!! HELP ME!!”

“Oh dear.” Wonka murmured under his breath. “Oh dear oh dear. I’ve always wondered what would happened but never tested. I guess we’ll now see” Wonka carried on mysteriously. Simons whole body now turned into a deep shade of blue. He placed his thick hand on his belly and looked worryingly at Wonka. “What’s gonna happen to m-“ but he was cut off by a loud gurgle from his hairy beer belly. The gurgle in his belly jiggled it slightly. It was hard to see at first but his belly was pushing outwards slightly. Inch by inch his belly was for sure growing bigger and bigger. Every single one of us boys seemed to be in complete shock. No one uttered a word as we watched Simons frame begin to fatten up. It wasn’t just his belly now. His hips, ass, chest, thighs, arms, neck, cheeks everywhere was growing bigger and bigger. “Wonka…? I’m getting fatter now please help me out!” Simon said slightly whining, pleading with Wonka to help his fat ass out.

“My dear boy, you did this to your self. There’s nothing I can do but watch as you grow into a human fruit.” Wonka finally chimed in and made it clear what was happening to our dad bod friend. He was blowing up into a large juicy fruit! It was oddly arousing to watch him grow bigger and bigger. Not one part of his body was safe from the inflation. I noticed his cock and balls start to blow up getting thicker and larger, his balls filling with (what I assumed) juice.

“Ugh I’m so big. When will it stop ughhh” Simon sort of groan as he said this. His body seemed to be pushing further and further out, taking on a sphere type shape now. “Ughhh I’m so full. It feels… ugh so good” the groans were most defiantly moans now. We could all see his thick juice filled cock starting to throb as he grew wider and wider. His ass pushed out wards quickly and he stumbled slightly widening his stance to accommodate for the extra weight. His fat legs struggling to hold the weight of his huge rounded juice filled body. That’s when his balls and groin hit the floor and his legs started to rise up off the ground. He moaned loudly at the added pressure he now has to his package. Not only was he ground outwards now, he was growing upwards. He was becoming huge if not already massive. As he slightly rocked back and forth, every time moaning, his thick cock rubbed against the grass and his cock started to leak pre cum. As his growth was starting to slow, now reaching a 10 foot round juice filled man, he could just barely muster up the words, “You’re next chubs.”

Just then we snapped our necks to look at the other naked fatty in the room. Simon was right. Aidans body was quickly turning a deep shade of blue, spreading from his ass and around his soft hairy body. “No no no. I cant end up like him!” He said pointing at Simon as his whole body had turned a deep shade of blue, much deeper than Simon, “I didn’t even eat many of those blue fruits.”

“My boy he fucked you and finished in you. You’ve been filled with his juicy seed. You’re gonna be even bigger chubs” wonka said sounding slightly excited. Just like Simon did, Aidan began to fill up, his already chubby frame starting to become fatter and fatter. Aidans face of horror as his body started to grow huge and very fast. “Wonka please do something, I can’t be fat and round please” Aidan was scared now. His fate was sealed.

“Let’s be honest Aid, you would’ve eaten your self this big one day, this is just spreading it up” I chimed in, starting to get excited just like Wonka was. He could hardly stay stood as his body pushed out so quickly. His belly sloshing and slapping against his lap before becoming more rounded. His fat ass cheeks jiggling as this pushed outwards. Unlike Simon, his cock and balls didn’t fill with juice and inflate bigger, instead Aidan’s dick was getting lost inside his huge fat belly. I could tell it was rubbing against his juicy belly because he couldn’t stop moaning. “Ugh Wonka ah. When does it end ughhh. This feels good ah Simon was right” Aidan moaned as he touched his soft hairy juicy chest, lingering around his inflated (and presumably sensitive) nipples. He waddled around trying to catch a look at his fat ass when with a huge jolt, his gut grew rapidly outwards. Aidan couldn’t keep stable anymore and fell forward onto his huge belly with a moan. As he grew fatter and taller his ass was turned towards Simons huge body and thick pulsating dick. Simon seemed to be very relaxed as Aidan’s body grew bigger and round and crept closer to his explosive cock. Aidan was rapidly growing now pushing higher and wider every second, slightly rocking back and forth. It wasn’t long until he grew wider than simon and slightly taller. At around the 12 foot mark he started to slow down. His body slightly rocked back and forth before settling down, his ass slowly starting to fall back onto Simons huge cock. As he rolled back onto Simons huge leaking cock, the two greedy berry boys moaned loudly. It was becoming obvious was about to happen as Simon started to moan louder and louder, his low rough manly voice still heard loud. Almost perfectly, Simons juice filled cock slipped into Aidan’s huge and juicy fat ass hole. At this point me, Jamie and Wonka were all in shock at how perfectly this worked out. It didn’t take long till Simon exploded his huge juicy load right into Aidans huge juicy ass. The influx of juice made Aidan inflate further causing him to moan greatly. Hard to believe that just 10 minutes ago there were two fat guys stood naked in front of us and now there stand two huge, juicy, horny berry boys.

After a few moments of silence, letting the show we’ve just watched process in our minds, I finally broke my stare at the two huge men and looked at Jamie. He still had his eyes fixated on the two boys as I examined his body. His soft belly was calling for me, I needed it. And as I looked further down, his cock was rock hard, pressing tightly against his trousers. Was he into this? I looked down and saw my own cock was at full attention, even the signs of pre cum stains on my jeans. I rubbed my hand over my body and let it roll off onto my cock. As I looked back at Jamie, I could see him looking at me now, with a slight grin he watched as my hand traced my hard dick. We caught eyes and smiled at each other knowing what we wanted to do to each other. “Well this is gonna take all day to clean” Wonka said rubbing his head. He turned to me and Jamie. “There won’t be much more to see today boys if I’m being honest. With lard arse over there and now these two great big horny bastards, I have a lot to deal with now.” I think both me and Jamie displayed our faces of disappointment a little too well. Wonka looked at us and knew that we couldn’t leave without exploring our options further. “Well. I guess you two could spend the rest of the day just enjoying this room. Go explore it and enjoy feasting on my creation. I’ll come and get you in a few ours once I’ve sorted these fatties out.” wonka gestured at us to go explore. Me and Jamie looked at each other and ran back through the forest. “Oh but please don’t end up like these three other men would you?!” Wonka shouted. “It can be quite fattening in here!”

Sorry there’s been a bit of a wait for this part but here is the second part. I hope to get the third part out soon-ish but not making promises. This will probably be a 4/5 part story and I’m really excited in the direction I plan on going so make sure to keep tuned in for future parts!

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ultram0th · 11 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human.

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth.

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation.

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks.

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert.

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles.

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

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