I needed to burn off some energy and focus it on something after something left me feeling sour. So, I decided to give in and do a WG story. This time with a lot more fat acceptance and a willingness to want it over it being a punishment. Also gay werewolfs.


.:Rated general for:.
>Massive Weight Gain
>Self-Groping
>Height Increase
>Immobility
>Fat Love


Word Count: 4583

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Ten Tonnes of Bizzness

The sun was setting. It was a slow and ponderous setting, the sort that you’d watch while sitting next to your favourite person, telling each other sweet nothings while the sky goes from blue to yellow to orange to pink and then night. And from an ancient looking cottage on a hill, an equally ancient witch observed the waning sun and blowing smoke rings. Adding a little more tobacco to her pipe, the countless wrinkles of the old hag’s face sagged as she eyed a certain direction. “He’s late” she grumbled, igniting her thumb to light the tobacco.

She took another puff and waited, waited while the sun set, lighting the sky gold and then amber, and only then, when the sky was turning pink did he arrive. Marching on two very big furry feet, a monstrously muscled black and grey werewolf stalked towards her house. Its pointed ears flickered to bat away the flies, and it hunched its massive shoulders against its lupine head. And yet, the witch was utterly unfazed as a beast over eight feet tall and with a chest broader than a barn appeared before her, its dark red eyes staring intently at her, or possibly through her. “You’re late” the witch grumbled.

“Bizz not sorry. Monster bigger than hag said” the werewolf grunted.

“Well, do you have what I asked for?” the hag demanded grumpily.

Reaching down, the beastly creature fumbled about with its fanny pack, its large, clawed fingers having trouble grasping the zipper. But finally getting a grip and yanking hard, it was opened, and the werewolf pulled out a fang almost as big as its own meaty hand. “Bizz got it” Bizz reported, holding out the fang.

“Good. Now I can finally get some real magic done again” the witch grunted as she fumbled about with the bag next to her. Popping it open, her porch was lit up with many brilliant colours, all shining from the vials held within. Taking out two red tubes, she presented them to the beast. “As promised, five potions for fattening livestock” she stated.

The werewolf glared with suspicion. “That five?” he snarled, trying not to sound perplexed.

“Yeah,” the witch grunted, “five” she said, holding up two fingers.

The beast’s intimidating presence sagged as it regarded its own hand, its lip silently counting out fingers. “Is five?” he queried, holding up two fingers.

“Yeah, five” the hag nodded. “Now hurry up and give me that fang, I’m freezing my bloomers off now that the sun’s gone down.”

The beast narrowed its eyes. “Is really five?” he demanded, holding up two fingers.

“Yes, now hurry up you stupid beast. I have better things to do than teach a literal bonehead how to count” the hag grumbled.

“Fine. Bizz take five” the werewolf conceded, and held out the fang for her.

The witch took it, and handed Bizz the two vials. “A pleasure. Now only use a few drops on whatever you want to fatten, as each potion is very strong. You hear me? Few drops, or mucho fatto. Now, I’ve said my piece, so go on and git already” the hag barked.

“Bizz understand. And it pleasure. Bizz pleasure” the werewolf nodded as he stuffed the vials into his fanny pack and left.

“Stupid mutt” the witch exhaled as the beast was already over the hill and fading from sight.

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Bizz ran on all fours through the woods, the wind blowing at the thick shag of hair on his shoulders and back, his ears whipping about as he made it to home: A small clearing littered with bones before a deep cavernous cave. Peering into it, Bizz let out a low howl, his cries echoing into the depths. Waiting, the werewolf’s expression softened as another howl echoed back. Entering the cave, Bizz padded along until he found his lover waiting. This werewolf was not as big as his partner, but was still exemplary of their immense size, with his muscles coated in a beautiful black-purple coat. “Bizz get the potions?” he questioned.

Bizz nodded, presenting the two vials he had collected. “Bizz get five potions for ogre fang” he proudly said.

Bizz’ lover stared at the two potions. “That two” he stated.

The larger werewolf looked towards his partner. “Bikk sure?” Bizz grunted.

Bikk snarled angrily and punched his lover’s shoulder. “Bikk sure!” he roared angrily. “Old hag treat Bizz like stupid and give Bizz two potions saying five. And like idiot Bizz believe her! Bikk should have done this” he ranted.

Bizz whimpered pathetically. “Bizz sorry” he apologized tearfully.

The smaller werewolf sighed, and cuddled his partner. “Bikk sorry. Bikk annoyed Bizz get tricked. Bikk leave dead skunk on hag doorstep later” Bikk apologized.

“Bizz sorry Bizz make Bikk angry” the larger werewolf apologized.

“It okay. Now, Bikk go find something nice for dinner. Then we use magic to fatten it for big meal” Bikk explained.

“Bizz look after cave” Bizz nodded.

“Be safe. Howl if problem” the smaller werewolf warned before bounding out of the cave.

The larger beast nodded, and was quick to rub where Bikk had hit him. Stupid Bikk, always saying Bizz stupid. Bizz not stupid, Bizz just not smart. Bizz not able to count well. Stupid Bikk, never understanding Bizz. The huge beast pouted as he sat on the sitting rock, his muzzle in his paws. Stupid Bikk never understand what Bizz want. Bizz want… Bizz want…. Looking around with suspicion, the werewolf went to the curve of the tunnel and peered out of it, but saw no one. Bikk was gone, meaning Bizz was alone. Good. Bizz been waiting for this for long time. Returning one vial to his fanny pack, Bizz put it on the far side of the cave, the very big cave. The werewolf regarded the high walls and the higher ceiling, and how big it was. Used to be lots of werewolves here, long time ago. Whole pack, now just Bizz and Bikk. Just uhh, just uhh. Bizz regarded his fingers and silently counted them. Just two now, Bizz and Bikk.

Sitting by the drinking pool, the werewolf gazed into the water, a strange creature looking back at him. Gazing deeper, he growled as it got closer, until, he realized it was his own reflection. Sometime Bizz forget that. He was very big, very muscular too. Broad thick pectorals, and big tree smashing arms. Bizz could level forest if he wanted, he just didn’t wanted. Bizz liked the forest. But, Bizz never felt happy, not like this. Which is why there was potion. The werewolf rolled the vial about in his thick fingers, his keen eyes regarding it as he sat by the drinking pool. If hag was right, it would cause a lot of weight with just a few drops. The very prospect made Bizz’ tail wag at that thought. “Mucho fatto” Bizz uttered, remembering what the hag had said.

There were five via- two vials, not five, two vials. One could keep them for a while, so, what about the other one? The beast’s heart pounded against his meaty chest at the thought. To think how fat Bizz could get if he drank it. Drank half, drank all. He could last ten winters. He would be big, bigger than any other werewolf ever was. Big, and soft, and happy. His tail wagged madly at that idea, his excitement mounting. He could be fat, instead of just muscular. He could be properly fat like humans who always had enough to eat. He could be soft and not hard. Humans got to eat so much and be fat off of it, and Bizz had to be muscular to always hunt. But Bizz could get fat with a potion, then he wouldn’t have to hunt. Live off lard like bear. Live off blubber like whale. Bizz could be bigger than ever and no one could stop Bizz from being what he truly wanted: Big, happy, soft, and not scary. Bizz big, but in wrong way. This was not his way. Bizz want fat, not muscle. Bizz want to be own bed. “Uugh” the werewolf grunted, getting away from the pool his wagging tail was splashing. “Ick” he grimaced, rinsing water from his big fluffy tail.

Bizz hated baths, but then, he would not need bath, never again. Removing the stopper on the vial, the beast watched with amusement as magical sparks flew out the top. It was magical alright. Very magical. Too magical? The werewolf hesitated a little, and he swallowed a hard lump. What would Bikk think? Too much. Bikk think too much and tells Bizz what to do, just because Bikk smarter. Well, Bizz make own decision, and this was the one he wanted to make. Tube to his lips, Bizz drank only a few drops, as the hag recommended. And immediately, a warmth spread through the werewolf. Tail wagging excitedly, Bizz could feel the nice feeling spread into his arms and legs, seeping into it. Hand to his rippling abs, the beast’s tail went berserk as they were not feeling as hard as they once did, nor as warm. Seeping deep into his middle, Bizz’ eyes went alight from the sudden bloating of his abs, their depth and tone fading away, growing soft and pudgy. The werewolf grinned toothily as he rubbed at his soft belly, his thick fingers kneading at a small portion of pudge.

Feeling elsewhere, Bizz almost howled with excitement as his pectorals inflated and rounded, sagging ever so slightly together, their rippling canyon becoming a squished cleft as blubber competed with muscle, softening his cliffs nicely. Eager than ever, Bizz continued to knead at the rising bulge of his belly while watching his thick biceps gain a gentle jiggle to them, their definition fading like Bikk into the mist as they started to get soft. The werewolf was over the moon as he felt his soft, pudgy biceps and forearms. His ears lowered at how little there was, but still, it was something as he returned to his belly, which had evolved into a cute little pot belly hanging off of him, though his uppermost abs were still present, though the lower they went the more his abdominals did fade away. “Muurrr” Bizz purred, the warmth still spreading around the back.

Feeling at his rump, Bizz’ ears perked up at finding noticeable give in his muscular rump. He could actually caress them now, not that he did, but in this situation he wanted too. Getting eager, he sat by the drinking pool and found it more comfortable than before. Oh, the werewolf bore such a grin as he got up, and sat back down, his seat getting just that little bit softer each time. And if that wasn’t all, his adorably chubby belly jiggled when he did so. Getting up again, Bizz rubbed at his softness, his abs halfway to being erased by pudge, and the very thought of that got his tail wagging once more. The beast couldn’t even begin to hide the excitement he felt at squeezing and jiggling his belly; to feel cute little ripples run along it to his sides, which were slowly surrendering to as their definition likewise faded to be replaced by little love handles. Bizz yipped enthusiastically as he wiggled and jiggled himself, his body feeling like jelly. Well, a little like jelly, actually. His excitement waned as he noticed the plumpening was slowing down, or rather, had stopped.

Still hopeful, Bizz gazed into the drinking pool, and frowned. He still bore a fine, chiselled jawline and gaunt cheeks, heck, he didn’t even have the slightest bulge under his chin. That second shin was what proved humans were well-fed when they had big jiggly extra chins. Frowning, Bizz felt himself over methodically. There was a layer of blubber to his arms, and they his muscle definition, but they didn’t feel too soft. A layer was there, but it was still mostly muscle. Same with his chest too. They were round and perky, and bounced a little, but much the same, still mostly muscle. And sad to admit it, and even with a little wiggle to his chubby belly, it wasn’t that big. Pressing a hand into it, he could only go a few inches before he was stopped by his strength. He was chunky, chubby, but not like the really fat humans. Not overweight. Bizz’ ears sagged; those few drops weren’t enough to be really nice. He just looked silly, and well, not silly, he just wasn’t fat enough. So, there was only one solution to that. Swallowing hard, the werewolf brought the vial to his lips, and he downed the lot.

Smacking his lips, the beast belched hard, a trail of sparkles following it out. Chuckling, the werewolf waited patiently as warmth started to build in his belly, very fast, actually. Blinking hard, Bizz watched as his belly grew at a hastier rate than before, forcing him to hold onto his swelling belly with both arms, cradling it as it ballooned immensely. And much like that, the warmth started to spread all around. No longer panicked, Bizz closed his eyes as his pecs burned with that feeling, overflowing with it. His round pecs trembled as they bloated, the muscles defining them losing as they began to sag, those proud slabs reverting into a pair of soft moobs. Letting his belly go, the werewolf squeezed his chest with interest, his body tingling as he groped at his own softness. It was amazing! They were soft like bundles of algae, and still getting softer, his lard bulging around his stationary fingers and pushing past them. Letting his chest alone, the werewolf regarded his belly once more, or should he say his gut. Now hanging ponderously from his middle, the beast rubbed at the rising mound of grey fluff, his abdominals thoroughly vanished in the wake of his round mass. Heck, there were even light creases starting to form, their lines running along to his portly sides. They were soft like his belly, and he could really get a good grip on them too.

Bizz’ tail wagged excitedly, though he quickly began to notice it wasn’t moving as much as it could. Peering over his softening shoulder, the werewolf was in awe as his round rump had plumped up so much that the base of his tail was sinking into its cleft. Reaching round back, Bizz shuddered ecstatically from his growth. Inch by inch his blubbery buns crept outwards and upwards, growing at an impressive gait, and much like his chest, their growth surrounded and overflowed over his searching hands. And speaking of which, the werewolf amused himself by shaking both his arms, the flab of on his biceps shaking as they hung heavily from it. And gleefully he hugged himself, his softness impacting softness as he jiggled about gleefully. “Oof!”

Bizz suddenly took a chunky knee as he was pulled at by his ballooning gut. Big enough to look like it contained a live hog, the werewolf was quickly becoming aware of its weight as it hung in front of his groin, his hips bloating and widening, joining with his belly into an impressive wall of blubber. Rubbing it gently, the werewolf felt soothed by his soft fur and soft fat, each keeping him content and happy as he continued to bloat, his legs spreading to account for their chunkiness rubbing together. But, wanting to be sure, Bizz gazed into the drinking pool, and yipped happily. Reflected in the clear water was his fine face steadily softening, his cheeks looking round and jolly, while a layer of flab rolled underneath his muzzle. The beast gleefully felt as his second chin was born, and he could not be a prouder papa. It ran all the way to his neck and hung like an iguana’s flap, which was possibly the most exciting thing ever.

Well, second most as Bizz’ bulk shuddered, and the warm feeling intensified. Holding onto the heftiest part of his belly, the werewolf widened his stance once more as his thighs rubbed together, his legs more like fat pig legs than chicken legs. Heck, his feet were looking plumper as well, his literally piggies squishing together while his ankle steadily sank into a quagmire of calf fat. Not that Bizz could even see that beyond the enormous spherical belly he bore. So big and blubbery, he couldn’t even get his enormous arms around it to hug it, merely awkwardly cuddle it as it gurgled fitfully, growing faster than ever. The werewolf’s chunky legs wobbled lardily as they trembled to keep himself up, his fat density having clearly overtaken his muscle density. Although, something felt weird for Bizz. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed like the cave seemed smaller than normal. Sure, there was more of Bizz, but cave was big, but now it felt a little smaller.

Waddling over to the scratching wall, the werewolf raised a doughy arm as high as it could reach, and sank his sunken nails into the wall. Bizz’ eyes widened as he found himself reaching higher than ever before, and, more noticeably, he wasn’t stretching as hard to reach that spot. Raising his chunky arm again, he went as high as he could and scratched above where he was. And though the beast was slow, it didn’t take a genius to realize the truth. “Bizz getting bigger” he announced to himself.

He wasn’t sure how, but his blubbery form wasn’t getting wider, but also taller. And, well, Bizz couldn’t help but grin hard at that. He was truly going to be bigger than ever, and not even Bikk could doing anything about it. He couldn’t do anything about the sweeping hill of Bizz’ gut that obscured everything before him including his feet, nor his moobs that not even his chunk hands could fully cover, not that it stopped him. His chest was just so plush and pliable now, and he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing himself again and again, his fingers sinking deeper and deeper into them. They were still growing without stopping, and that was just the best thing, well, again, second best thing. Blepping playfully, Bizz massaged at his enormous rump, his fat cheeks squishing together as they hung above and subsequently were merging with the back of his blubbery thighs. Like a taller marshmallow packed on top of the smaller calf marshmallow, his stance could not get any wider as those thighs and parts of his calves were pressing together, their lard squishing joyously together. The werewolf’s tail wagged between his enormous ass, ripples running through the flab as Bizz continued to play with his gargantuan belly. Rolls forming between them and his round sides, the beast playfully slapped at his drum, sending near-tsunami-like waves jostling along the surface of his gut.

The werewolf giggled at how much his body rocked and jiggled and wobbled and bounced. His entire torso was so wonderfully fat and flabby, and his legs and arms were perfectly chunky too. Hefting that big belly of his up, he let it fall, its heft noticeable as it bounced hard against his groin, his lard sloshing audibly. He was so wonderfully fat, and if the hag was right, he was gonna get mucho fatto. How much was mucho fatto anyways? Well, it didn’t matter. For once, Bizz felt like what he could be, rather than just some big scary monster. He was fat and jolly and happy, like the humans were. He was soft and plump, with enough fat to last twenty winters. He was everything he wanted, and more. Truth be told his legs were still trembling, and that wasn’t getting any better as the weight was getting to him. Huffing, Bizz held onto his gut to stop it bouncing too much as he waddled to the middle of the cave, and he just collapsed onto the cool stone. “Ooooo” he crooned as his mass bounced up and down as one, his mass churning and glorping as if he were filled with water.

It was also a croon because this was the most comfortable seat he had ever had. And it was getting better as he steadily began to rise from the steady engorging of his ass, but also his own height. He hadn’t noticed it before, what with his mind of other things, but Bizz had become far taller than he had ever been. Even sitting down amongst his blubber, he was still taller than he used to be, and by watching the wall, he could still see his height surging. That wasn’t too bad really; in fact, it was great. He really was going to become so big, and that was great. Bizz blepped again as he rested his sluggish arms a top the heaving mound of his gut, the widening wall of flesh steadily pouring over his doughy legs which were stuck at a ninety degree angle. And from what little he could see, his knees had sunken deeply into the flab. His elbows too, if he could work his chunky arms to see them. They had gotten so thick, so doughy that they were having a little trouble bending. Not that Bizz had to worry about that. They were comfy on the upper shelf of his belly and against his chest, his pillowy chest. While not having much neck to begin with, it had quickly started to fade while he was sitting, and his three chins were having a lovely rest atop those fine flabby cushion. “Mmmm~”

Bizz moaned happily as the flab continued to build upon his frame, each pound, each stone coming faster than the last. His gut spread out across the stone floor, passing his bloated, useless feet as they did so. His dark navel, once unnoticeable, was stretched quite wide from his immense girth, and it just wasn’t stopping as his legs became round and thick like tree trunks, the conflicting flab of calf and thigh squishing together in the middle-ground of the knee. And while calf wasn’t giving up, it was noticeably starting to spread over his plump feet, overshadowing them as the moon does the sun. But the werewolf couldn’t care less, not from how warm and soft he was, his plump sausage-like fingers rubbing against his fat moobs, his hands sinking into the endless blubber. Though, if his moobs were endless, than his belly was infinite. So vast that it was spreading out in all ways, the once top-heavy werewolf had become plenty bottom-heavy as his hips continued to broaden to account for his mass, his body tilting forward ever so slightly from his titanic dumpster of an ass swelling with just as much vigour. Their pert cheeks had engulfed all but the tip of his puny tail, and had completely consumed the back portions of his thighs, becoming one with them and providing one hell of a seat. And that was the best part, it really was all soft. There was not a single part of Bizz that didn’t jiggle, wobble, gyrate, or ripple. Every last inch of him was coated in several inches of dynamic flab that didn’t gurgle, groan, or burble. It truly was a dream come true.

Though, admittedly it did make Bizz feel a little tuckered out, though thankfully he had the blossoming ring of flab around his neck as a pillow for his puffy cheek. Resting comfortably, the werewolf continued to rub at his immensity with the same passion he had before, his love for himself finally shown in his full splendour even as his head was nearing the ceiling of the wave. Yawning, the flabtabulous beast smiled as his toes wiggled against the wave of calf lard, his feet sinking into them as they sat useless between his fatalanche of a gut. Like a hill he was, and a hill he was happy to be as his growth abated, leaving Bizz several tonnes of gumdrop-shaped werewolf goodness. Giggling excitedly, the beast had such a grin on his face as he wallowed in the mire of himself, absorbing and drinking in his sheer girth and stature. He could still see much of the wave, though his gut was certainly getting in the way of seeing half of it, though he could still appreciate the sight of himself. Managing a hearty slap, Bizz was entranced by how much his blubber rocked and rolled, waves endlessly rushing down across and around him, through his enormous sides, and down the countless rolls of his back fat. “BIZZ!”

Looking up, Bizz saw his lover aghast, the rabbits in his paws dropped to the floor, and scurrying away as fast as they could. “Bikk” the werewolf deeply replied.

The smaller werewolf’s jaw was dropped as he staggered towards his partner, whose gut towered over him easily. Bikk shook his head as he looked up, unable to even see Bizz’ bloated face. “What happened?” the smaller beast questioned.

“Bizz did what he always wanted to do. Bizz happy now” the enormously fat werewolf defiantly answered.

“Bizz… so big” Bikk uttered.

“Bizz big” Bizz said proudly.

Pressing a hand to his lover’s middle, the smaller werewolf found it sinking into it. Pressing against different parts, Bikk ignored his partner’s ticklish giggles as he played about with all that flab. It was… fascinating. Finding Bizz’ bellybutton, the smaller beast put a finger to it, and found his entire hand fit neatly in its stretched glory. “Bizz… so soft” Bikk remarked.

“Bizz very soft” the enormous werewolf boasted.

The smaller beast frowned as he lent against Bizz’ belly. “Bizz wanted to be fat?” Bikk asked.

“Bizz wanted to be soft, fat, and happy, like humans” Bizz answered.

“Why Bizz not tell Bikk?” the smaller werewolf questioned.

The larger lover had a bit of a guilty look on his pudgy face. “Bizz thought Bikk call him stupid” Bizz answered.

Bikk nodded, and with little effort he climbed his boyfriend, all the way to the top of his impressive gut. “Bikk find it odd” Bikk gasped as he hauled himself up, and crawled across Bizz. “But, Bikk happy if Bizz happy” he stated.

“Bikk mean it?” Bizz smiled, a tear falling down his face.

“Bikk mean it” Bikk replied as he held onto his lover’s enormous muzzle, and kissed him on his big nose. “But Bikk okay with it IF Bizz let him be Bikk’s bed.”

“Bizz okay with that” the gigantic tubby werewolf conceded.

“Good. Bikk tired after hunting, and Bizz soft. Bikk tired of sleeping on hard floor” the smaller beast grumbled as he rolled under his boyfriend’s enormous moobs.

“Bizz happy Bikk still like Bizz” Bizz smiled, his eyelids drooping.

“Bikk like Bizz, even when Bizz do stupid stuff, like this. Bikk just hope Bizz won’t be too hard to feed now. Bikk don’t think forest can take it” Bikk commented as he pulled a wad of soft flab as a pillow.

“Bizz sure it fine. Worst come, I smoosh hag until she give us more fat potion. Then we make forest plump and good eating” Bizz pointed out.

Bikk didn’t respond, beyond a gentle snoring noise. Smiling, the colossal mound of werewolf rested his arms protectively over his lover as he too drifted off to dream fatty dreams where he could be bigger than a hill, or a mountain. And, with enough potion… he could be.