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Seams were tested and pushed to the breaking point, and Chris's mass grew larger and larger. Still sitting comfortably in the chair, he was in a complete daze, as he was filled to the brim with the fattening serum. "Mmm…" Chris gave a look of discuse, and looked down at his blooming belly. 'God, I really AM becoming fat? I can't believe any of this.' He winced; the buttons were starting to groan from the force pushing against them. As his stomach continued to swell, the serum started to affect his upper regions as well. His shirt was stretching at his now growing man-boobs, and his arms seemed to bulk up, slightly straining his shirt. His pants were pushed to their limits, now trying to compensate not only for Chris's growing belly, but now also for his now large rump. He continued to swallow the serum, feeling his clothes getting tighter and tighter with every single gulp.
"How's it going there, tubby?" Said the sexy lady with the eerily familiar grin. She walked over, and touched his now formed double-chin. "Are you enjoying any of this?" Chris looked up and gave puppy dog eyes that gleamed off his puffing cheeks. "Hm-hm!" Chris nodded his head. He admitted to loving every second of it. "Well, that's good. I'll come back in a little while to check up on you, okay honey?" She said, cupping his now handful sized moobs.
She walked away, leaving him to keep consuming the serum. "Mm!" He felt the pressure of the fat straining on his pants. At this point, having only sat there for 5 minutes, Chris wasn't the scrawniest kid in his class; he now looked like one of the fat kids who complained in gym. His shirt was riding up his belly, which was now the largest part of him, but with his butt coming in a close second. His love hands bulges and swelled well over the band of his straining pants. He looked over to his hands; they were tightly gripping the chair and slightly trembling. 'Am I afraid?' he asked himself. He continued to take the gulps as he thought. 'I can't be, can I? I mean, I've always wanted to be big, but, is this too much?' He looked down to his stomach. It kept swelling, and making gurgling noises. Then, the seams on the sides of his pants started to rip silently, oozing out milky fat from their seams. "Ohhh…………." That feeling of fat being contained, and then suddenly released, just made him feel too good. He hoped another wave of that feeling would soon overtake him. His stomach now protruded over his pants, and lay lazily on his fat thighs. "Nnnnnnn……."God, it felt good.
Now, at the ten minute mark, Chris was past fat. He was obese. But he still didn't care. The seams were creaking on all of his clothes, most notably his pants for trying to keep his fattening belly and ass in place. His mobs had stretched his shirt to near transparency, his chin now split in threes, and arms coated in sleek fat. 'Why? I feel like I shouldn't do this…..but the more fat I get, the better it feels…..' It would seem that Chris was still confused. Suddenly, the straining seams grew louder and louder. He started to hyperventilate, and in the process was sucking down twice as much of the serum. Then, with a loud RIP! His clothes burst off with tremendous force, causing ever inch of his growing fat to fly out, and jiggle. "OOOHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….." Chris was lost in the wonderfully fat feeling…
"How's it going there, tubby?" Said the sexy lady with the eerily familiar grin. She walked over, and touched his now formed double-chin. "Are you enjoying any of this?" Chris looked up and gave puppy dog eyes that gleamed off his puffing cheeks. "Hm-hm!" Chris nodded his head. He admitted to loving every second of it. "Well, that's good. I'll come back in a little while to check up on you, okay honey?" She said, cupping his now handful sized moobs.
She walked away, leaving him to keep consuming the serum. "Mm!" He felt the pressure of the fat straining on his pants. At this point, having only sat there for 5 minutes, Chris wasn't the scrawniest kid in his class; he now looked like one of the fat kids who complained in gym. His shirt was riding up his belly, which was now the largest part of him, but with his butt coming in a close second. His love hands bulges and swelled well over the band of his straining pants. He looked over to his hands; they were tightly gripping the chair and slightly trembling. 'Am I afraid?' he asked himself. He continued to take the gulps as he thought. 'I can't be, can I? I mean, I've always wanted to be big, but, is this too much?' He looked down to his stomach. It kept swelling, and making gurgling noises. Then, the seams on the sides of his pants started to rip silently, oozing out milky fat from their seams. "Ohhh…………." That feeling of fat being contained, and then suddenly released, just made him feel too good. He hoped another wave of that feeling would soon overtake him. His stomach now protruded over his pants, and lay lazily on his fat thighs. "Nnnnnnn……."God, it felt good.
Now, at the ten minute mark, Chris was past fat. He was obese. But he still didn't care. The seams were creaking on all of his clothes, most notably his pants for trying to keep his fattening belly and ass in place. His mobs had stretched his shirt to near transparency, his chin now split in threes, and arms coated in sleek fat. 'Why? I feel like I shouldn't do this…..but the more fat I get, the better it feels…..' It would seem that Chris was still confused. Suddenly, the straining seams grew louder and louder. He started to hyperventilate, and in the process was sucking down twice as much of the serum. Then, with a loud RIP! His clothes burst off with tremendous force, causing ever inch of his growing fat to fly out, and jiggle. "OOOHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….." Chris was lost in the wonderfully fat feeling…
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EDIT: What am i doing so right??
EDIT: What am i doing so right??
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His now large plush rear and rounding out face is amazing!
I am imagining him to be handdome Jim Lake from Troll hunters!
Once skinny and lean. Now chubbing up nicely!
His soft potbelly filling out his soft sapphire blue 1/4 zip sweater, and his dark skinny jeans bursting at the seams! Especially in his plumping up rump! The snug seat of his jeans begging for mercy before splitting the strong seams!
And his very handsome, once diamond cut and angular was face filling up with soft, sweet fat! Rounding out by the minute!
Now proudly adorning a thick soft double chin which completely devoured his once sharp sharp jawline!
And his sapphire blue puppy eyes adorably looking up at his master!
I am imagining him to be handdome Jim Lake from Troll hunters!
Once skinny and lean. Now chubbing up nicely!
His soft potbelly filling out his soft sapphire blue 1/4 zip sweater, and his dark skinny jeans bursting at the seams! Especially in his plumping up rump! The snug seat of his jeans begging for mercy before splitting the strong seams!
And his very handsome, once diamond cut and angular was face filling up with soft, sweet fat! Rounding out by the minute!
Now proudly adorning a thick soft double chin which completely devoured his once sharp sharp jawline!
And his sapphire blue puppy eyes adorably looking up at his master!