bellylover9

(story contains male expansion, bursting and some darker tones) Many people believe in a force known as karma, that the wicked will be punished for their actions. And that the good will be rewarded for their selflessness, to them the hands of karma move slowly but surely. An ever hanging sword of damocles hanging over their head of the wicked. Others regard it as just another superstition, the idle musings of those too weak willed to take what they want. Often trampling over the former, but sometimes the wrong person is trampled. In the path of the wicked there is nothing to distinguish others, and in that chosen mentality. The wicked will attempt to trample a person who can move the hands of karma, someone able to cut the rope suspending the sword. In this small town, tucked away in the northeastern half of the New England Coast. A wicked man was about to collide headlong with someone who could move the hands of karma. Reed Miller, the menace of Harper’s mill, ever since his

The Fat Guy Clause By: Gleektvd08   It was your typical Saturday morning for Tim. He was doing what he loved best which was going to yard sales. He loved the thrill of finding random items for a good deal, Tim a lifelong collector of video games and through going to yard sales he was able to amass a great collection for a small price. He parked his truck and made his way up the driveway and started looking through the various items. Finding a few Xbox 360 games that he needed for his collection he moved on not seeing much more that was when he saw it in the garage on a rack getting closer he saw that it was a fat suit but not like the ones from a party store, this one looked almost realistic grabbing it off the rack Tim saw how well made it was. The suit appeared to be made out of some type of light weight rubber that was light weight, Tim was taken aback at how by the weight of the fat suit Tim figured that it probably weighed about 100 pounds itself, whoever wore the suit would look super morbidly obese like those people on my 600 lb. life Tim thought. The more that Tim overlooked the fat suit the more he wanted it. Looking around, Tim saw the person that was running the yard sale. It was some big guy sitting down in a chair that could barely hold him. As Tim made his way over he wondered why a guy his size would own a fat. Excuse me sir how much for the fat suit and video games Tim asked the guy. Oh, for you I’ll let you get it plus the games for $15.00 dollars how does that sound? Perfect I’ll take it, Tim said. Before you pay head back there to the rack there is a pair of overalls and a white shirt that go with the fat suit the guy said. Tim made his way back and grabbed the other clothes off the rack and made his way back to the guy. Are you sure you want this? The guy asked Tim about the fat suit and clothes. Yeah for some reason I feel like it’s calling my name for some weird reason. Why do you ask Tim asked? Oh it's nothing. Tim said as he grabbed his wallet and paid for his items. Making his way back to his truck with his items in tow, Tim looked back at the fat guy who was staring at Tim, Tim had a weird feeling but he couldn’t place his hands on it. placing his items in the back of his truck Tim started it up and headed onto the next yard sale. A few hours later Tim was back at his place. He grabbed his items from the back of his truck and headed inside, placing the video games on his coffee table. Tim headed for his bedroom where he took off all of his clothes. Picking up the fat suit Tim gave it a look over once more he couldn’t wait to try it on. Sitting down Tim slid his legs through standing up now Tim slid his arms through the sleeves and with that he had the fat suit on. He thought about looking in the mirror but he decided to wait until he was dressed in the clothes. Grabbing the white shirt Tim looked it over he noticed that there were several stains on the front of the shirt, Tim knew that he should wash the shirt first but he just had to see what he looked like fully dressed so he put the shirt on reaching for the overalls Tim sat back down and placed each leg through the pants standing back up Tim grabbed the straps and clasped them onto the front part. Fully dressed now Tim looked in his mirror and to his surprise he couldn’t believe just how morbidly obese he looked, he looked just like one of those men on My 600 lb. Life he thought to himself. Looking down, Tim could only see his stomach which stretched out in every direction with his hands. He began to explore the fat suit. He noted that his hands couldn’t even touch the tip of his stomach and tried as much as he could but he couldn’t even come close to it. Moving to his sides he felt his love handles with a hand on each side he grabbed them and gave his belly a good shake. Moving up from his love handles Tim felt up on his man boobs he noted just how big they were even causing his arms to hang at an angle now. Tim explored the rest of his fat suit for a little while longer that was until he heard a knock at his door. Shit he thought to himself he didn’t have time to change back into his regular clothes. Tim knew that he had to answer the door dressed like this so he made his way over to his front door, as he walked or was he waddling? Tom noticed that his walk was definitely a waddle. Tim felt the heft of the fat suit and by the time he made it to his front door Tim found himself a little winded as he wasn’t used to carrying the extra 100 pounds of weight. Looking through his peep hole he saw that it was a delivery guy holding an envelope and what appeared to be a small cake. Tim opened his door uh can I help you? Tim asked the man? Are you Tim Calvin the guy asked? I am Tim responded. Perfect this is for you the guy said handing over the envelope and a small cake to Tim. What is this Tim asked? I don’t know sir I am just the delivery guy doing my job the guy responded. Ok well um thanks Tim said as he closed the door. Tim made his way into his living room where he placed the envelope on his coffee table and headed into his kitchen where he opened the cake box in there was in fact a cake and it was Tim’s favorite chocolate icing on chocolate cake Tim had to admit to himself that it looked rather good to eat. He decided that a piece of cake would not spoil his appetite. Grabbing a fork Tim headed back into his living room where he sat down on his couch as he sat down he felt himself sink deeper into the couch, he also noticed how small the couch seemed with him sitting in it looking to his sides he could practically touch the armrests. Looking forward all he could see was his stomach; it was now covering his lap completely to the point that it was practically spilling over his lap. Tim couldn’t believe just how obese he looked. He thought if someone were to break into his home now they would know that Tim was a fit man. Picking up the cake Tim placed it on his stomach and with his fork he began eating. The first bit sent Tim’s taste buds into overdrive, Tim could not believe just how well the cake tasted, savoring the flavor as long as he could. Eventually Tim finished his first bite. Not wasting any time Tim took another bite and another bite at some point Tim threw his caution to the wind as he ate the cake bite after bite. Eventually all of the cake made its way into Tim’s stomach not that he noticed until he went in for another bite only for his fork to come back with nothing, this caused Tim to snap out of his daze looking at the empty box Tim could not believe that he had managed to eat it all but there was the physical evidence that there was no more cake to eat. Shit Tim said aloud. Tim attempted to stand up but found that he couldn’t quite get onto his feet as fast as he normally could. What should have taken no time for Tim to get onto his feet, took him several minutes and once he was standing he felt even heavier than when he sat down he blamed his cake feast on this. Grabbing the empty cake box Tim made his way into the kitchen where he threw the box away. Heading back into his living room Tim was about to sit down when he remembered the games that he bought today. Grabbing one off the coffee table Tim had to slightly bend to pick up the game case as he bent down Tim felt his fat suit harden up in the stomach area, quickly Tim grabbed the stomach and to his shock what was once doughy was now almost as hard as a rock weird Tim thought. With his game in hand Tim placed it into the console and booted it up. Sitting back on his couch Tim quickly realized a new predicament he was in, he would now have to play with his controller much closer to him as his stomach filled his lap now he would have to rest the controller on top of his stomach now Tim found it a little difficult at first but soon found it kind of comfortable with the controller being closer. Tim played his game much through the evening as he grew tired he turned his game off and decided to close his eyes for a few minutes. Drifting off to sleep Tim found himself in a dreamland and in this dream he was massive Tim then remembered he had the fat suit on but something seemed off deciding to stand up and head into his bedroom Tim attempted to stand up but found that he could not get up with ease, after getting as close to the edge of the couch Tim got himself into a rocking motion and eventually he hoisted himself off the couch. That’s when it hit him like a brick he felt how heavy he was he knew that the fat suit was weighing him down but now he felt even heavier than before making his way into his bedroom Tim noticed how winded he was from the short waddle he just made. Once in his room he made his way over to his mirror Tim undid the overalls and watched them fall to the floor. Taking his shirt off Tim threw it onto his bed and started. The fat suit was gone and this was his body; he was actually massively obese now. Hoping that this was some kind of weird prank Tim tried his best to look for any separation of the suit and his body but he couldn’t find anything. Giving up, Tim stood there  and began poking and prodding at his body. Every inch of him was covered in fat, with both hands he gave his stomach a good shake. It was while he was examining his body he remembered the envelope that came earlier. Tim exited his bedroom and waddled his way back to his living room where he reached for the envelope and opened it. In the envelope was a letter opening it up. Tim began to read it. Dear Mr. Calvin We hope this day finds you well. Firstly Mr. Dayton would like to thank you for relieving him of his duties as a fat guy. He has returned back to his normal size when he first found the fat suit many years ago. Secondly we know your mind is racing with everything that is going on, let us explain you purchased the fat suit this morning from Mr. Dayton you put it on and then with the cake delivery you ate the cake and as you finished the last slice you sealed your fate as the new fat guy. A life of obesity and gluttony awaits you now. Don’t worry about your bills, we'll take care of everything, clothes as well. In the morning once you wake up your life will have adjusted itself to this new life of yours, everyone will know at your current size they won’t remember a thin version of yourself.  Tim didn’t know what to think now. He reread the letter a couple more times. Eventually he realized that this was his new life. Placing the letter down. Tim returned back to his bedroom and put the clothes back on.  The End