A continuation of this story https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39881723/ I made for  ObeseLycanrocJake as a trade. He owns Jake.
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These weeks of being a fat lycanroc slob has been good so far. I still sat on the same couch for days, burping, farting, playing video games, chugging soda, and eating delivery food. People say that it could be a condition that I might have, I’ll say it’s heaven. I wouldn’t say for my new cat frenemy who is trapped under my fat. Of course I let him go free to go to the bathroom, get some food, and shower. All those other times were him being under my body as I started to tease him on how I could just hide him in there forever and no one would find him. The mean cat wouldn’t do anything except stay since I locked the door and windows so he wouldn’t escape. His nose also lost smell from my farting that I knew wasn’t good for his health nor anyone else’s. “Mmmph.” Kyle muffles under my side fat. I roll my eyes and lift it up with my thick arm. “You’re a sweaty and fat lycanroc, can’t you just take a shower?” He asks me as if he was begging if I could just stand up and waddle over to the bathroom.

“I wish I could, but I can’t fit in that small room anymore. Look at me, I’m a behemoth.” I laugh as I pat my jiggling belly. “Do you want a new position? You can be under my belly, behind my back, or under my arm.” I look at the disgusted look on Kyle’s face, knowing that he doesn’t want any of those options. “If I were you, I would go for the arm. That’s further from my gas hitting you.” Kyle groans and decides it was the best it could do. So I let him out of my fat side, seeing how he was losing his balance. My pinning must have made his legs numb.

“This deal sucks, I’m supposed to be the one who won. I got first place.” He argues as if this was just after the race I won in.

“Too bad. The CEO made me the winner.” I ended the argument. Kyle scoffs and climbs onto my belly while I pinned his back with my soft thick arm that jiggles like jello. “If my friends see me like this, I can tell you that they’ll do this too. I bet Bruce will be right next to me as the others are in the middle. I can even see them getting squished with all of that fat. Shame they aren’t here.” As I said that, I could feel my belly rumbling as a result of indigestion and let out a nice big fart, loud like sirens going off. “How sweaty am I?”

“Very.” Kyle replies as he finds out how soaked he was in his and my sweat. “Look, I’ve been thinking. I’m not sure if it’s too late to ask, but is there a way I can make this up? I don’t want to be pinned or tease by you or your obese, fat, sweaty, and gassy body anymore.” He sounded like he was about to fight back. But I could make an assumption to this. My whole goal was to have him feel what it’s like to make fun of a fat person. My way seemed right to myself, unless I could have Kyle feel the same way I’m feeling right now. That was it, I was going to make Kyle like me, an obese, farting and belching machine, sweaty person who does nothing but act like a couch potato and be a slob.

“Yes, I have a second choice for you. I stuff you with food and make you fat.” The way I said it made Kyle look very scared as if I was torturing him, which I might be doing right now. “I think it’s time for you to learn how it feels to be like me.” I give out a little smirk at the end to show that it was a good deal he can take.

“You want me to be fat?” He asks and I nod. “But what about the marathon, I can’t lose the next one and not get the sponsorship?” At this point, the sponsorship was not up for grabs as another company was doing another one. Meaning that I have it permanently.

“Let me tell you something. Would you rather be stuck here, go to the marathon for you to lose, and have nothing? Or be fat, understand what it’s like to be a slob, and share the sponsorship with me?” It was understandable that it was a good deal to take and from Kyle’s look, he was surprised to know that I can indeed share that sponsorship with him. “I’m waiting.”

“Ok fine! I’ll be fat.” He quickly says, accepting the deal. I smile greatly, letting him go and the two of us standing up. “Where do we start?”

“Easy, I order the food while you drink the sodas and sit on that couch for days.” An easy plan I like getting used to before I get fat. I waddled over to the stack of soda boxes and used my incredible strength to carry it and place it on the coffee table right in front of the couch. “Chug them all Kyle while the food gets here.” So I watched Kyle open a can and drink it while I got on my cell phone and started calling a dozen food places or delivery.
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The next day, Kyle was starting to get used to binge eating and chugging sodas. The cat was beginning to look more blubber and less thin. His belly was half the size of mine with his limbs all flabby and thick. His butt was thicker than two large pillows. Kyle’s face is all puffy and fat with big cheeks and double chins His clothes were forcefully torn apart as he wore small sizes. “I feel so heavy.” Kyle pants, rubbing his soft belly.

“See? Not so bad. Now open wide, you got some burgers to eat.” I said, holding a couple of some hamburgers I had for delivery.

“Not so fast.” He stops me, holding a can of soda. He opens the lid and starts chugging it down. I could hear the gulps and how fast they were and see how his belly was bloating up just a little. After he is done, he throws the can away and belches. “Mmm, so good. Now I’m ready.”

I smiled and handed him the burgers. He looks so happy and calm than he was before. Maybe he just didn’t realize what it was like being lazy and fat. Kyle takes those burgers from my hands and stuffs them down his throat greedily as if he was hungry 24/7. I can also hear the sloshing and gurgling from his fat belly, sounding like it was indigestion to me like I have right now. I’m also surprised that I could still balance my weight even if I’m heavier than a humpback whale. “Save some for me.” I joke, still handing him the burgers.

“Ah, I wish.” He chuckles with food in his mouth. “I thought you wanted me to get all big for you.”

“I do, but the big guy here has to eat.” So I snatched some burgers from the tray and started to eat them, making sure to save some for Kyle. The cat lets out a nice loud burp for me to feel satisfied for him. “In a few calories, you’re gonna do more than just burp.” I said to him as he smiled.

“Perfect, that means you won’t be the only one who does it.” We both laugh heartily. Then I decided to sit next to him on the couch, hearing it creaking. “I’m afraid this couch won’t last long soon if we gain more weight.”

I look at him with a good smirk. “Not a problem, my bed will hold more weight.” It was a huge king’s bed that could hold the weight of five elephants. It was perfect for the two of us and is the best way to be even more comfortable. We slowly stand up from the couch and waddle our way into the bedroom. My fat body was almost stuck in the doorway but Kyle helped me through. The fat cat laid on the bed first while I stood up since I wanted him bigger like me. “Now, let me get the burgers and soda.” I then do my best to get out of the doorway, making sure I won’t get stuck.
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A week later, things got a lot better. Kyle has officially become me. He was laying on my bed, big as a humpback whale with a nice huge belly that covers his lower half of his body. His arms, chunky like mine, rubbing his flabby chest with moobs. Double chins and puffier cheeks that look like he’s been stung so many times were just like me. Kyle was like an identical twin. And the best part was that Kyle had been sweating, belching, and farting for the past five hours after eating cakes and chugging soda. “I...Braaap….never felt this big in my life.”

“You’re welcome by the way.” I said as if he was saying thanks to me. “Now you understand what it’s like to be fat and gassy.”

“Gassy alright.” Kyle lets out a huge fart. “All of this indigestion really got me very bloated.”

“The same of what’s happening to me.” I said, also letting out a huge fart. “The surprise will be if I fill up with gas and turn into a huge balloon.” I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but maybe if I eat a lot of gassy foods it will. I took the opportunity to use all my body weight on Kyle, pinning him down on the bed. “You’re a nice substitute for a bed.”

“Now just wait a second, can’t we just bring a third person to this? But just for teasing.” It sounded like a good plan to me. Even better when I learned that my good friend Bruce was coming over for the weekend for a few days, although he was fat. He was really excited to see how big I am and have a nice long talk. What I didn’t tell him was that Kyle was going to be here too, a good motive for what I like to call a belly sandwich. And trust me, it’s a lot more awesome than it sounds.

“Don’t worry, I have all of that cover. Let’s get some rest, I’m very tired.” As a heavy man, I was able to fall asleep easily, the same with Kyle as he snores loudly. Our bellies gurgle and let our sphincter freely, farting each minute with gas trapped in our bodies. It was a nice day to have the moment to appreciate being fat and stuffing someone to be fat. I have a feeling that it won’t be the end.