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When I heard a kid named Kovu had sent an invite for me to hang out, I first questioned who this kid was. He wasn't in school, wasn't seen outside, and for the most part no one had ever seen him at all. Rumirs abound on who he was; it was already confirmed he was a lion cub with brownish gray fur, and that he was spoiled rotten by his mother. Other than that, no one knew. His father had disappeared off the map one day and some say Kovu killed him. I extremely doubted that, but I was still curious when I received an invitation by letter from him.
'Dear Chandler the lion,
I am inviting you to hang out with me on Saturday. Since you live about 5 minutes away, you can just walk here. Don't worry about your parents, I've given them tickets to the latest movie and they shall be out of our fur for a good while. Bring lots of snacks and soda, it's going to be a party.
I already have an Xbox One and PS4 set up, and don't worry about the games. I have almost every single one. I expect you to play fair.
When your parents leave for the movie come to the third house on the left on Baker's Street. It should be white. I'll see you here. Present my letter to my mother when you arrive, and she'll let you in.
Sincerely,
Kovu'
After asking kids at school about Kovu, I found out he was part of the rare four-and-two-legged genome, the same as me. I was also told all sorts of rumors, tall tales, and myths about this boy. He is rumored to be between 12 and 17, and is either a superstar athlete in hiding or a drug lord. I dismissed both ideas on who he was because they were ridiculous. A 15 year old drug lord? A superstar athlete locked in his room? Please.
Sure enough on Saturday my parents left to see a movie and I was all alone on the house. Grabbing the letter, I took a quick walk to Kovu's house and found it right where it was supposed to be. After presenting the letter to his mother, she guided me to the hallway, and gave me the lowdown on what was where.
At the beginning of the hallway (my current location) was the kitchen. The first door on the left was the pantry, and the door on the right (center to the hallway) was the bathroom. Farthest to the left (at the end) was an open door where crumpling wrappers could be heard. That room was Kovu's.
A loud thump shook the house slightly. "Mom, I need more chips!"
His mother reached into the pantry and handed me a bag of chips, placing it atop the other snacks I had brought with me. "Can you take this to him? I have to make dinner." I shrugged and walked cautiously to the last door. Upon turning inside I gasped in shock.
Laying down in the center of the room was the fattest lion cub I had ever seen. His belly was huge, his legs like tree trunks, and his arms just as thick. He was munching on Oreo's, dropping them into his mouth. His gut jiggled with every chew. When he noticed me, his body jiggled violently as he repositioned himself. "You came. Put the snacks to my right and sit down beside them. Let's play Halo."
Shaking out of my stupor I did as I was told and examined the room. It was devoid of most furniture. A flatscreen TV was mounted on the center of the wall Kovu was facing, and an Xbox One and PS4 sat on the floor. Speaking of which, the floor was a mess. Wrappers and boxes were scattered throughout, and crumbs were littered everywhere.
Kovu grunted as he stopped eating for a moment. "Sorry for the mess. Mom has yet to clean my room. Come on, let's kill some bad guys!" He munched on the last of the Oreo's and threw the box away, before opening the bag of chips and munching on them. I sat down to his right and grabbed the controller.
As awkward as the moment was, things grew less tense as we gamed on. On a one-on-one battle in SWAT, we were nearly tied every game. He was an excellent player, executing advanced battle techniques only a master could do. After getting bored, Kovu turned and glanced at me, stilling munching on snacks (now the comsic brownies I brought).
"You're a great player. It's lunchtime, by the way. Why haven't you eaten anything yet? Come on, dig in! If we run out, I can always get my mom to get more. She does almost anything I want her to."
It struck me just how spoiled Kovu was and I bit back a cruel remark. I couldn't be rude to my host, no matter how spoiled he was. I grabbed a brownie and began munching as we played Call of Duty. I lost for a while until I adjusted from Halo to CoD battle mechanics. In each break of combat Kovu would encourage me to eat something, to combat lunchtime hunger. After a few brownies, a couple ounces of cola, and several chips, I was full. However, Kovu insisted I would eat more, and reluctantly I munched on more chips as we played.
After getting a tie in winning games, we took our battle online. After killing some bad guys together on CoD, we swapped back to Halo and one of us successfully got a Rampage killing spree. I was the one who got a spree, but it was only because Kovu kept distracting them from me. It was rather fun running enemies over in a Warthog when they don't see it coming. It's just huh? Squash!
After getting tired of winning Kovu shut off the TV. "So, what else do you want to do?"
Even though it was a couple hours after lunch (around 2, if you want to be specific) Kovu had insisted that I eat some more snacks. Our original supply I had brought had already been eaten up, and Kovu's mother had brought a bunch in after Kovu threw a tantrum. It was rather odd seeing a 12 year old throw a tantrum, especially a fat one that looked similar to me. My stomach was protesting by the third package of snacks, and I felt like exploding now.
"Well, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Kovu nodded and I stood up for the first time in 3 hours. My body ached from laying/sitting down for that long.
After going to the bathroom, I laid down next to him again facing the TV again. Kovu reached out and poked my arm with his claw. "You're so thin. It's almost like you're a thinner me."
It was true; Kovu and I had the same fur color scheme, except Kovu's was lighter than mine. "Yah. It's, uh... like we're two sides of the same coin." I said as I tried my best not to insult him for his spoiled behavior or weight.
"Ha. Truly." Kovu brought his meaty paws into the ponder pose. "Want to change that?"
My eyebrows rose in questioning. "What?"
"I mean become more like me. My father has secluded himself in the attic, but he is a lot like my mother. He rakes in tons of cash and wants to do what's best for me. In other words, he will do whatever I want. Aside from his money making research, I had him research hypnosis extensively. It turns out one can hypnotize another with just their eyes. He created a highly safeguarded formula that unlocks this power in most furs. It allows one to almost effortlessly hypnotize someone to do your bidding. The user's eyes become spirals, and the hypnotized person's eyes end up following suite if you gain control."
"Cool." My brain instantly churned out an idea too scary to keep silent about. "Y-you didn't do that to me, did you?!"
Kovu laughed. "No, no." I could have sworn he was hiding a grin the way his face looked. "I haven't had much use for it, since my parents already obey me loyally. I've mainly used it on those whome I don't want to know or harm me."
I rolled my eyes. "Right. This is becoming less and less believable. Any chance this 'hypnosis' can summon me a sword or a sandwich?"
Kovu grinned wider, which for some reason looked almost devilish thanks to his excessive flab. "Mom! Come here! I need you!"
A moment later Kovu's mother opened the door and entered the room. "Yes sweetie?"
"Look into my eyes." The moment Kovu's mother looked into her son's eyes, her eyes began turning into a spiral. "Good. Now, make my bro a sandwich and bring a sword." Wordlessly Kovu's mother left and around 4 minutes later she returned, holding a footlong sandwich in one hand and a knife in the other.
His mother offered the things to me, and dumbstruck I took them from here. She silently went back to the entrance to the room. "Good. Now, when I snap my paws you will awake from trance, and immediately head back to make dinner. You will have no memory of this happening to you." He snapped his paws and Kovu's mother jolted, as if she had just woken up. She left the room in a hurry and closed the room behind her.
I glanced back down at the sandwich and knife. "So... you really can use hypnosis? That's cool. But why are you showing me?"
"Because, brother," he added extreme emphasis on brother, "I felt that since we're bros and all, we may as well share a few secrets between us."
I smiled. "Thanks brother. So, you made mom get me a sandwich and a knife to cut in two? That's great and all, but I'm not hungry. Those snacks filled me up."
Kovu turned to face me and some wrappers crackled. "But why not eat it? It is getting cold, and you don't want to waste a perfectly good sandwich, do you?"
I glanced once into his eyes, then I looked at the sandwich again. He was guilt tripping me, but I couldn't help but feel bad that mom had made a sandwich that would only go to waste. Glancing at Kovu again (who nodded in approval) I forced myself to eat the sandwich. As I ate, I found it easier and easier to swallow, and by the end I was wolfing it down.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kovu said as soon as I was done.
I shook my head. "No, it wasn't. Actually, I'm kind of hungry!"
Kovu tossed me a cookie. "Here, munch on this."
Inhaling the cookie, I responded, "Thanks bro."
Kovu grinned. "No problem Chandler." He scooted over a box of cookies. "Eat up now. And don't stop eating until you can't eat any more. These cookies are going to expire really soon."
I nodded as I wolfed down the unhealthy chocolate chip discs. Kovu turned on the flatscreen TV and as we watched Mythbusters, Sherlock, and Netflix, I more and more instinctually ate the cookies from the box. Mysteriously every time the box went empty, I would still get another cookie in my hand after reaching for another. A quick glance revealed Kovu was swapping out cookie boxes whenever a box ran out. If a simple glance wouldn't work, you could also count the growing pile of cookie boxes to the left of Kovu.
Hours past, and as the hours spent at Kovu's grew in number, my waistline slowly followed. I was thinner than a rail before I arrived at Kovu's house and my ribs were countable. Now, I had a thin layer of pudge on my body. My ribs were gone from view, and my belly was noticeably curved about a half an inch from my body. I looked, for all intents and purposes, an average fur now when wearing a shirt.
It was about five when I realized how thirsty I was. Those cookies were really thirst-inducing. "Hey Kovu. Do you have a soda?"
Kovu shook his head as we made eye contact. "Sorry brother, but we're all out of drinks. Here, I'll get mom to get you one." He cleared his throat. "Ahem. MOM, GET CHANDLER THE DRINK!"
I was slightly confused why Kovu said the instead of a, but I shook it off as Kovu's mom gave me a bottle of Diet PeppyZ. I could have sworn Kovu grinned as I chugged down the entire contents. When the last drop was down my throat, mom (I eventually decided just to call her mom from then on) came in and gave each of us some soda bottles for future use. With that, we went back to watching TV.
It wasn't long before I began to feel... slow. Really, really slow. It felt as though someone decided to replace the air around me with maple syrup- the extra thick kind. Time was moving normally, but everything I did felt slower than normal, almost like time was moving at a slower speed for me than anything else.
The feeling eventually subsided, but I for some reason something still felt it was still slow. I tried to shake it off, and I found the dinner mom cooked to easily draw my focus away. It was a hamburger with my favorite candies, bacon, and ice cream on the side. I could barely bring myself to eat dessert: several slices of German chocloate pie. Kovu eventually convinced me to eat dessert, and my stomach regretted listening to my brother. Speaking of brother, Kovu wouldn't stop calling me that. I started to call him that too becausee of how often he kept saying it.
Suddenly I felt like a moron when it dawned on me. Of course we kept calling each other brother! Same fur color, same mom... we were siblings, duh! I told Kovu my revelation and he grinned his brotherly grin. "Chandler, of course we're brothers. We look alike, don't we?"
And boy did I start looking like him. I was without a doubt fat. My belly protruded from my body at least an inch, and there was an overall layer of fat on my body. I was not nearly as fat as my brother, but I was catching up with surprising speed. It was like my hyper metabolism decided to go on an early retirement today.
Eventually evening turned to night, and night turned to morning. I awoke with a yawn and an aching back. I was already subconsciously reaching for snacks when Kovu woke up as well. "Good morning brother!" He said with a loud yawn. "Ready to try out Battlefield 4? I haven't played it as much as the other games."
Alas, Battlefield 4 on the Xbox One didn't support split screen. So two hours, one tantrum by me, a new TV, Xbox, and PS4 later I was fighting alongside my brother against parachuting maniacs jumping off helicopters. We were racking up killing sprees like nobody's business, and munching on snacks all the while. By the time lunch rolled around I had emptied at least 20 boxes of cookies and 10 bags of chips, and I had for susure drunken at least 12 soda bottles to the last drop.
The effect of my midmatch snacking was definitely noticed on my belly. If I wasn't under 21, I'm pretty sure everyone would say I had a beer gut. My shirt was riding up a good ways, and my pants were becoming increasingly tight with every bite and slurp of a sugary snack. I even had the beginnings of a second chin. Kovu couldn't even help but mention it. "Getting a little pudgy brother?"
I laughed. "I'm catching up Kovu. I'll be the big brother again, just you wait."
The longer we played together, the more solid my gaming skills became. If I was good before, I was unstoppable now. My favorite tactic was to use the Repair Bot used by the Engineer class to become a falling damage immune threat of terror. Place it on top or a high building, and I'd literally get the drop on my enemies. I quickly lost track of how many players I killed from behind with the blowtorch.
Kovu was a talented pilot. Helicopters? Check. Jets? Check. Suicide dives? Holey cow he was good. Nothing could escape my 'little' brother's might. Strafing runs were killing sprees. Suicide attacks were rank increasers. Helicopter dropoffs were flawless. He was rarely shot down at all, and soon we became known as the Techtonic Menace online. I personally loved the title.
Days flew by as we played (and totally destroyed) all of the PvP games. CoD? No spawn killing, just cold steel bullets and exploitation of grenades. Halo? Splatter spree! Together, our kills racked up. And as those numbers rose, my weight past them. I now easily weighted 600, with a belly sagging over my pants. That is, if they could still fit. About a week into everything I had to take off all of my clothes because I was getting too large to fit them. It wasn't as if there was anything for me to hide anyway. My second chin jiggled as I would continue to swallow countless chips, cookies, and whatever other sugary confections that stood in my way. I was filled with an insatiable hunger as my stomach grew larger and larger.
Kovu gave me lessons on various things as time went on. He taught me how to properly do a tantrum, how to snack like an expert, and even special techniques in various video games. Did you know Titanfall's Auto-Eject feature could be used to easily take out a rodeoing Pilot? Or did you know that making a certain face when talking with your mother instantly crumbles her argument? Kovu's lessons made my life even better.
A month has passed since Kovu became my brother (became? What am I saying? I mean remembered). I've been laying on my fat, lazy butt for so long that I literally forgot how to stand and walk. I tried when Kovu dared me and all that happened was an earth shaking thud, a jiggling belly, and a growling stomach. After that I had resolved to never stand up again, for obvious reasons.
I had grown huge over that month. I finally surpassed Kovu, and now I really was the 'big' brother. I had a stomach that could rival a beach ball, if a beach ball could sag. My arms and legs were extremely thick, and my third chin was jiggling all the time with my constant munching of a snack. Boy, it really felt nice to sometimes shake my body, and feel it all undulate.
But there was one problem. Although Kovu was fun to play with and all, I couldn't help bit feel as though we needed something new. Almost as if we needed a friend to play with too. Actually, that's exactly it; no point in having you guess. The problem was who. Kovu mentioned he knew someone who would fit perfectly into our needs of a friend and that he hard already sent a letter to him. Who could that be though?
Curious, Manian looked up from the mysterious letter. This was the place he was supposed to go to? With the formality of the letter, not to mention the overall regal feel the letter gave, made him feel as though he was being invited to a mansion of some sort. Instead, he got a white house with a clearly caring mother watching him through the secondary door.
Nervously the dragon approached the door, gave the letter to the mother, and entered the house. What was he getting himself into? This Kovu had better explain how he knew about his parents going to the movies, and fast.
A secondary title for this could also be: Feline Fatness: Increasing Curves
The main title used was suggested by
Soren Ehanu and I decided to use it. The secondary title occurred to me whilst I was writing FF:LC.
So here it is! My first REAL submission, my first real story. I eventually rushed through it by the end, and I only do corrections others point out so... point them out! It's not my best work; I'm saving that for Luxenray High School. The real problem I had was the hypnosis. I really like weight gain hypnosis (wish there was more art and stories about it) but in execution I'm not too hot at it. It was even harder to make it subtle, and eventually I just 'rage quit' and put in the false revelation moment.
Enjoy my story, it's the first of many to come from me.
UPDATE 9/16/18- I completely forgot about Chandler the lion, hahaha. He was supposed to be my non-Pokemon character, and I promptly forgot about him. Guess he’s just a one-shot now!
'Dear Chandler the lion,
I am inviting you to hang out with me on Saturday. Since you live about 5 minutes away, you can just walk here. Don't worry about your parents, I've given them tickets to the latest movie and they shall be out of our fur for a good while. Bring lots of snacks and soda, it's going to be a party.
I already have an Xbox One and PS4 set up, and don't worry about the games. I have almost every single one. I expect you to play fair.
When your parents leave for the movie come to the third house on the left on Baker's Street. It should be white. I'll see you here. Present my letter to my mother when you arrive, and she'll let you in.
Sincerely,
Kovu'
After asking kids at school about Kovu, I found out he was part of the rare four-and-two-legged genome, the same as me. I was also told all sorts of rumors, tall tales, and myths about this boy. He is rumored to be between 12 and 17, and is either a superstar athlete in hiding or a drug lord. I dismissed both ideas on who he was because they were ridiculous. A 15 year old drug lord? A superstar athlete locked in his room? Please.
Sure enough on Saturday my parents left to see a movie and I was all alone on the house. Grabbing the letter, I took a quick walk to Kovu's house and found it right where it was supposed to be. After presenting the letter to his mother, she guided me to the hallway, and gave me the lowdown on what was where.
At the beginning of the hallway (my current location) was the kitchen. The first door on the left was the pantry, and the door on the right (center to the hallway) was the bathroom. Farthest to the left (at the end) was an open door where crumpling wrappers could be heard. That room was Kovu's.
A loud thump shook the house slightly. "Mom, I need more chips!"
His mother reached into the pantry and handed me a bag of chips, placing it atop the other snacks I had brought with me. "Can you take this to him? I have to make dinner." I shrugged and walked cautiously to the last door. Upon turning inside I gasped in shock.
Laying down in the center of the room was the fattest lion cub I had ever seen. His belly was huge, his legs like tree trunks, and his arms just as thick. He was munching on Oreo's, dropping them into his mouth. His gut jiggled with every chew. When he noticed me, his body jiggled violently as he repositioned himself. "You came. Put the snacks to my right and sit down beside them. Let's play Halo."
Shaking out of my stupor I did as I was told and examined the room. It was devoid of most furniture. A flatscreen TV was mounted on the center of the wall Kovu was facing, and an Xbox One and PS4 sat on the floor. Speaking of which, the floor was a mess. Wrappers and boxes were scattered throughout, and crumbs were littered everywhere.
Kovu grunted as he stopped eating for a moment. "Sorry for the mess. Mom has yet to clean my room. Come on, let's kill some bad guys!" He munched on the last of the Oreo's and threw the box away, before opening the bag of chips and munching on them. I sat down to his right and grabbed the controller.
As awkward as the moment was, things grew less tense as we gamed on. On a one-on-one battle in SWAT, we were nearly tied every game. He was an excellent player, executing advanced battle techniques only a master could do. After getting bored, Kovu turned and glanced at me, stilling munching on snacks (now the comsic brownies I brought).
"You're a great player. It's lunchtime, by the way. Why haven't you eaten anything yet? Come on, dig in! If we run out, I can always get my mom to get more. She does almost anything I want her to."
It struck me just how spoiled Kovu was and I bit back a cruel remark. I couldn't be rude to my host, no matter how spoiled he was. I grabbed a brownie and began munching as we played Call of Duty. I lost for a while until I adjusted from Halo to CoD battle mechanics. In each break of combat Kovu would encourage me to eat something, to combat lunchtime hunger. After a few brownies, a couple ounces of cola, and several chips, I was full. However, Kovu insisted I would eat more, and reluctantly I munched on more chips as we played.
After getting a tie in winning games, we took our battle online. After killing some bad guys together on CoD, we swapped back to Halo and one of us successfully got a Rampage killing spree. I was the one who got a spree, but it was only because Kovu kept distracting them from me. It was rather fun running enemies over in a Warthog when they don't see it coming. It's just huh? Squash!
After getting tired of winning Kovu shut off the TV. "So, what else do you want to do?"
Even though it was a couple hours after lunch (around 2, if you want to be specific) Kovu had insisted that I eat some more snacks. Our original supply I had brought had already been eaten up, and Kovu's mother had brought a bunch in after Kovu threw a tantrum. It was rather odd seeing a 12 year old throw a tantrum, especially a fat one that looked similar to me. My stomach was protesting by the third package of snacks, and I felt like exploding now.
"Well, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Kovu nodded and I stood up for the first time in 3 hours. My body ached from laying/sitting down for that long.
After going to the bathroom, I laid down next to him again facing the TV again. Kovu reached out and poked my arm with his claw. "You're so thin. It's almost like you're a thinner me."
It was true; Kovu and I had the same fur color scheme, except Kovu's was lighter than mine. "Yah. It's, uh... like we're two sides of the same coin." I said as I tried my best not to insult him for his spoiled behavior or weight.
"Ha. Truly." Kovu brought his meaty paws into the ponder pose. "Want to change that?"
My eyebrows rose in questioning. "What?"
"I mean become more like me. My father has secluded himself in the attic, but he is a lot like my mother. He rakes in tons of cash and wants to do what's best for me. In other words, he will do whatever I want. Aside from his money making research, I had him research hypnosis extensively. It turns out one can hypnotize another with just their eyes. He created a highly safeguarded formula that unlocks this power in most furs. It allows one to almost effortlessly hypnotize someone to do your bidding. The user's eyes become spirals, and the hypnotized person's eyes end up following suite if you gain control."
"Cool." My brain instantly churned out an idea too scary to keep silent about. "Y-you didn't do that to me, did you?!"
Kovu laughed. "No, no." I could have sworn he was hiding a grin the way his face looked. "I haven't had much use for it, since my parents already obey me loyally. I've mainly used it on those whome I don't want to know or harm me."
I rolled my eyes. "Right. This is becoming less and less believable. Any chance this 'hypnosis' can summon me a sword or a sandwich?"
Kovu grinned wider, which for some reason looked almost devilish thanks to his excessive flab. "Mom! Come here! I need you!"
A moment later Kovu's mother opened the door and entered the room. "Yes sweetie?"
"Look into my eyes." The moment Kovu's mother looked into her son's eyes, her eyes began turning into a spiral. "Good. Now, make my bro a sandwich and bring a sword." Wordlessly Kovu's mother left and around 4 minutes later she returned, holding a footlong sandwich in one hand and a knife in the other.
His mother offered the things to me, and dumbstruck I took them from here. She silently went back to the entrance to the room. "Good. Now, when I snap my paws you will awake from trance, and immediately head back to make dinner. You will have no memory of this happening to you." He snapped his paws and Kovu's mother jolted, as if she had just woken up. She left the room in a hurry and closed the room behind her.
I glanced back down at the sandwich and knife. "So... you really can use hypnosis? That's cool. But why are you showing me?"
"Because, brother," he added extreme emphasis on brother, "I felt that since we're bros and all, we may as well share a few secrets between us."
I smiled. "Thanks brother. So, you made mom get me a sandwich and a knife to cut in two? That's great and all, but I'm not hungry. Those snacks filled me up."
Kovu turned to face me and some wrappers crackled. "But why not eat it? It is getting cold, and you don't want to waste a perfectly good sandwich, do you?"
I glanced once into his eyes, then I looked at the sandwich again. He was guilt tripping me, but I couldn't help but feel bad that mom had made a sandwich that would only go to waste. Glancing at Kovu again (who nodded in approval) I forced myself to eat the sandwich. As I ate, I found it easier and easier to swallow, and by the end I was wolfing it down.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Kovu said as soon as I was done.
I shook my head. "No, it wasn't. Actually, I'm kind of hungry!"
Kovu tossed me a cookie. "Here, munch on this."
Inhaling the cookie, I responded, "Thanks bro."
Kovu grinned. "No problem Chandler." He scooted over a box of cookies. "Eat up now. And don't stop eating until you can't eat any more. These cookies are going to expire really soon."
I nodded as I wolfed down the unhealthy chocolate chip discs. Kovu turned on the flatscreen TV and as we watched Mythbusters, Sherlock, and Netflix, I more and more instinctually ate the cookies from the box. Mysteriously every time the box went empty, I would still get another cookie in my hand after reaching for another. A quick glance revealed Kovu was swapping out cookie boxes whenever a box ran out. If a simple glance wouldn't work, you could also count the growing pile of cookie boxes to the left of Kovu.
Hours past, and as the hours spent at Kovu's grew in number, my waistline slowly followed. I was thinner than a rail before I arrived at Kovu's house and my ribs were countable. Now, I had a thin layer of pudge on my body. My ribs were gone from view, and my belly was noticeably curved about a half an inch from my body. I looked, for all intents and purposes, an average fur now when wearing a shirt.
It was about five when I realized how thirsty I was. Those cookies were really thirst-inducing. "Hey Kovu. Do you have a soda?"
Kovu shook his head as we made eye contact. "Sorry brother, but we're all out of drinks. Here, I'll get mom to get you one." He cleared his throat. "Ahem. MOM, GET CHANDLER THE DRINK!"
I was slightly confused why Kovu said the instead of a, but I shook it off as Kovu's mom gave me a bottle of Diet PeppyZ. I could have sworn Kovu grinned as I chugged down the entire contents. When the last drop was down my throat, mom (I eventually decided just to call her mom from then on) came in and gave each of us some soda bottles for future use. With that, we went back to watching TV.
It wasn't long before I began to feel... slow. Really, really slow. It felt as though someone decided to replace the air around me with maple syrup- the extra thick kind. Time was moving normally, but everything I did felt slower than normal, almost like time was moving at a slower speed for me than anything else.
The feeling eventually subsided, but I for some reason something still felt it was still slow. I tried to shake it off, and I found the dinner mom cooked to easily draw my focus away. It was a hamburger with my favorite candies, bacon, and ice cream on the side. I could barely bring myself to eat dessert: several slices of German chocloate pie. Kovu eventually convinced me to eat dessert, and my stomach regretted listening to my brother. Speaking of brother, Kovu wouldn't stop calling me that. I started to call him that too becausee of how often he kept saying it.
Suddenly I felt like a moron when it dawned on me. Of course we kept calling each other brother! Same fur color, same mom... we were siblings, duh! I told Kovu my revelation and he grinned his brotherly grin. "Chandler, of course we're brothers. We look alike, don't we?"
And boy did I start looking like him. I was without a doubt fat. My belly protruded from my body at least an inch, and there was an overall layer of fat on my body. I was not nearly as fat as my brother, but I was catching up with surprising speed. It was like my hyper metabolism decided to go on an early retirement today.
Eventually evening turned to night, and night turned to morning. I awoke with a yawn and an aching back. I was already subconsciously reaching for snacks when Kovu woke up as well. "Good morning brother!" He said with a loud yawn. "Ready to try out Battlefield 4? I haven't played it as much as the other games."
Alas, Battlefield 4 on the Xbox One didn't support split screen. So two hours, one tantrum by me, a new TV, Xbox, and PS4 later I was fighting alongside my brother against parachuting maniacs jumping off helicopters. We were racking up killing sprees like nobody's business, and munching on snacks all the while. By the time lunch rolled around I had emptied at least 20 boxes of cookies and 10 bags of chips, and I had for susure drunken at least 12 soda bottles to the last drop.
The effect of my midmatch snacking was definitely noticed on my belly. If I wasn't under 21, I'm pretty sure everyone would say I had a beer gut. My shirt was riding up a good ways, and my pants were becoming increasingly tight with every bite and slurp of a sugary snack. I even had the beginnings of a second chin. Kovu couldn't even help but mention it. "Getting a little pudgy brother?"
I laughed. "I'm catching up Kovu. I'll be the big brother again, just you wait."
The longer we played together, the more solid my gaming skills became. If I was good before, I was unstoppable now. My favorite tactic was to use the Repair Bot used by the Engineer class to become a falling damage immune threat of terror. Place it on top or a high building, and I'd literally get the drop on my enemies. I quickly lost track of how many players I killed from behind with the blowtorch.
Kovu was a talented pilot. Helicopters? Check. Jets? Check. Suicide dives? Holey cow he was good. Nothing could escape my 'little' brother's might. Strafing runs were killing sprees. Suicide attacks were rank increasers. Helicopter dropoffs were flawless. He was rarely shot down at all, and soon we became known as the Techtonic Menace online. I personally loved the title.
Days flew by as we played (and totally destroyed) all of the PvP games. CoD? No spawn killing, just cold steel bullets and exploitation of grenades. Halo? Splatter spree! Together, our kills racked up. And as those numbers rose, my weight past them. I now easily weighted 600, with a belly sagging over my pants. That is, if they could still fit. About a week into everything I had to take off all of my clothes because I was getting too large to fit them. It wasn't as if there was anything for me to hide anyway. My second chin jiggled as I would continue to swallow countless chips, cookies, and whatever other sugary confections that stood in my way. I was filled with an insatiable hunger as my stomach grew larger and larger.
Kovu gave me lessons on various things as time went on. He taught me how to properly do a tantrum, how to snack like an expert, and even special techniques in various video games. Did you know Titanfall's Auto-Eject feature could be used to easily take out a rodeoing Pilot? Or did you know that making a certain face when talking with your mother instantly crumbles her argument? Kovu's lessons made my life even better.
A month has passed since Kovu became my brother (became? What am I saying? I mean remembered). I've been laying on my fat, lazy butt for so long that I literally forgot how to stand and walk. I tried when Kovu dared me and all that happened was an earth shaking thud, a jiggling belly, and a growling stomach. After that I had resolved to never stand up again, for obvious reasons.
I had grown huge over that month. I finally surpassed Kovu, and now I really was the 'big' brother. I had a stomach that could rival a beach ball, if a beach ball could sag. My arms and legs were extremely thick, and my third chin was jiggling all the time with my constant munching of a snack. Boy, it really felt nice to sometimes shake my body, and feel it all undulate.
But there was one problem. Although Kovu was fun to play with and all, I couldn't help bit feel as though we needed something new. Almost as if we needed a friend to play with too. Actually, that's exactly it; no point in having you guess. The problem was who. Kovu mentioned he knew someone who would fit perfectly into our needs of a friend and that he hard already sent a letter to him. Who could that be though?
Curious, Manian looked up from the mysterious letter. This was the place he was supposed to go to? With the formality of the letter, not to mention the overall regal feel the letter gave, made him feel as though he was being invited to a mansion of some sort. Instead, he got a white house with a clearly caring mother watching him through the secondary door.
Nervously the dragon approached the door, gave the letter to the mother, and entered the house. What was he getting himself into? This Kovu had better explain how he knew about his parents going to the movies, and fast.
A secondary title for this could also be: Feline Fatness: Increasing Curves
The main title used was suggested by
Soren Ehanu and I decided to use it. The secondary title occurred to me whilst I was writing FF:LC.So here it is! My first REAL submission, my first real story. I eventually rushed through it by the end, and I only do corrections others point out so... point them out! It's not my best work; I'm saving that for Luxenray High School. The real problem I had was the hypnosis. I really like weight gain hypnosis (wish there was more art and stories about it) but in execution I'm not too hot at it. It was even harder to make it subtle, and eventually I just 'rage quit' and put in the false revelation moment.
Enjoy my story, it's the first of many to come from me.
UPDATE 9/16/18- I completely forgot about Chandler the lion, hahaha. He was supposed to be my non-Pokemon character, and I promptly forgot about him. Guess he’s just a one-shot now!
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Lion
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