The second submission of a 3-4 part third-person story I am working on, featuring Grarem.

Very (overly) ambitious, fat lizard hose feeding weight gain story.
Lots of squishy fat, clothes strain, etc.
Results are partly accidental, but certainly enjoyed~

This is the first story I've ever uploaded, so if you have any comments or suggestions to improve the final upload when complete, please let me know, I'm all ears!
Part 1

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Part 2:

Trying to think of some other way to get the remote, Grarem has a bit of trouble focusing due to the quite rapid swelling of his body growing at such a high speed he can see himself getting bigger. His clothes are beginning to become tight, squeezing his fattening body tighter and tighter. His suspenders begin to creak loudly as his weight is becoming too much for them to support, pressing deep into his fat stomach, his squishy belly fat swelling around them as it grows bigger and bigger. His wobbly belly overhang becoming quite large as the waistband of his pants squeeze deep into his fat as he gets larger.

Standing there for a bit, his body continued to swell larger. “A faster flow rate only means I’ll reach my goal faster, so there’s no need to worry," he thinks to himself, trying to collect his thoughts. “After all, what’s a few hundred extra pounds a bit sooner than expected, I have plenty of time to fix this.” After calming down, he’s slowly distracted by his swelling body. Standing there, he watches as he continues to grow, gently squeezing his fat with his hands. “Maybe I can just leave it at the higher flow rate…” Grarem ponders, the enjoyment of his quickly fattening body convincing him to accept the unintended indulgence, once again.

“Maybe I should still get the remote, just in case,” Grarem compromises. At least by having the remote, if things get out of hand at the current flow rate, he can turn it back down. “If only my arms were longer, then I could just grab it,” he chuckles to himself. Realizing an idea from his thought, he can use the little extension grabber he keeps on the side of his fridge. “It should give me enough reach to reach past my belly… I think,” he thinks to himself, “as long as I don’t take too long.”

Beginning to make his way to the kitchen, he slowly waddles, his short fat legs struggling with all of the extra fat on them. As he walks he can feel the momentum of his increasingly bigger belly, his stomach beginning to slosh slightly with all of the gel in it. As he waddles absentmindedly, he enjoys all of the wobbly jigglyness of all his body weight. Everything is becoming so large and fat, Grarem’s figure becoming more and more rounder and blob-like as he’s forced to overeat by the hose.

Suddenly bumping into the counter with his massive belly, his focus is drawn back. A bit alarmed by how far away he is from the counter, separated by an increasingly fatter and fatter belly. It won’t be much longer before he can’t even reach the grabber, so he decides to grab it as quickly as possible. Suddenly, his stomach begins to groan from the increasing strain from his suspenders, which has nearly sunken from visibility underneath all of the fat on his belly. Deciding to ignore it, he presses his very squishy belly against the countertop, trying to reach the grabber before his belly gets too big for him to reach it.

A strange feeling overcomes him, deep in his gut he can feel his gut begin to groan and gurgle more. It’s too much strain, the pressure causing the drug to over activate. A bit startled, he takes a step back from the counter to assess his belly. Shortly after, Grarem’s stomach rumbles, and begins to swell much faster than before. His body growing rapidly, the suspenders can’t hold in his enormous belly much longer, creaking loudly as his gut swells around them rapidly. Enjoying the sudden growth, he stands there for a moment as his fat rapidly grows in volume.

The suspenders make one last creak as they reach their limits, the high-strength fabric tearing before snapping loudly, dropping his belly to its natural resting spot, barely a few inches off the ground. His gut sloshes and wobbles massively from the sudden drop, causing his whole body to jiggle. While the snapping of the suspenders did remove much of the pressure in his belly, his other clothes are still becoming much more constricting as he continues to grow more and more extremely obese.

Returning to the goal in mind, he focuses his attention to his now significantly larger belly. Despite having taken a few steps back from the counter, his massive squishy belly is once again pressed firmly into it, some of it beginning to flow on top of the counter. Without much time, or potentially having already missed the window, he once again tries to reach the grabber. Pressing his belly hard against the counter, he reaches for the gabber, but it’s still too far. His stomach begins to groan again from the pressure.

Grarem’s extreme fatness is beginning to swallow his features, his body becoming increasingly larger and more blob like. His clothes now barely fit him, squeezing tightly into his extremely squishy lard. He’s very quickly running out of time, beginning to feel difficulty moving as more and more food is pushed into his gut. Once again trying to reach for the grabber, he presses his belly hard against the counter, trying to close the distance. The counter squeezes deeply into his gut, his stomach flowing over the counter top and pressing against the wall, the grabber only a few inches away from his fingertips.

Turning to his side, where his fat hasn’t swollen quite as much, he leans onto the counter top. Just barely out of reach, right at the tip of his fingers, he feels as if the grabber is taunting him as his growing fat slowly pushes him further away. Then that strange feeling returns, his gut beginning to gurgle and groan again, it’s another bloating episode. His body rapidly begins to swell, his fat becoming larger and larger, his rolls swelling. This is Grarem’s last chance. Putting all of his effort into leaning on the counter, it cracks as he puts a large portion of his weight on the counter top. Right at his fingertips, struggling to reach it, he slides the grabber a bit closer, eventually managing to get his fattened hand on it and grip it just as the countertop breaks under his extreme weight.

Exhausted from all of the effort trying to reach the grabber, Grarem stands exhausted, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. Resting for a bit, he watches as his body continues to visibly grow larger and larger as he stands there, overgorging himself effortlessly as the hose perpetually overfeeds him more and more. His clothes are beginning to become incredibly tight, creaking and stretching loudly as they are extremely strained by the massively increased volume of his fat, barely fitting in them now. Stretched to the breaking point, the seams in his shirt begin to tear from all of the pressure of his expanding fat.

Working up the motivation, he begins his much slower wobbly waddle back to the resting spot of the remote, extension grabber in hand. Having some trouble with how tight his pants have become due to all the fat crammed into them and the sheer volume of fat his body has gained, walking has become much more exhausting. His whole body wobbles with each step he takes, seeming to fuel the speed at which his body bloats with fat.

Halfway to the remote, his shirt has completely run out of stretch, only able to tear to make room for his quickly expanding fat body. The shirt splits from the middle, starting at his belly, stretching apart by his fat, swelling chest, like curtains being pulled to the sides of a stage. Grarem realizes he’s quickly running out of time, his pants are the only thing supporting his enormous belly off the floor. His mobility would be massively diminished should they break, already on the verge of breaking. His belly is beginning to overflow with fat, spelling out of the waistband of his once extremely stretchy pants.

Finally making it to the remote, Grarem stands over it, or at least where he thinks it is, his fat body growing so large he can’t even hardly see the floor past his belly anymore. His neck is so swollen with lard he can barely move his head. Seeing his reflection in the TV again, he’s shocked at how huge he is, already bigger than most of the top contenders. His arms are completely engulfed in hundreds of pounds of fat, their mobility reduced significantly. His belly is so big, it likely weighs more than he did an hour ago, and it’s only getting bigger and bigger, hanging at most two inches above the ground now.

Unable to see the remote, he sweeps the grabber around on the floor, trying to bump into the side of the remote with it so he knows where it is. His searching is interrupted by his pants creaking loudly, the seams beginning to break, his time is quickly running out. Using his free hand, he gently lifts his belly to reduce some of the strain to keep his pants from breaking from the weight. Quickly sweeping the grabber around, he desperately tries to find where the remote is as his belly continues to get larger and larger.

After feeling around for a bit, he realizes he’s getting so big the grabber can’t reach the floor. Pressing the grabber hard into his belly so that it’s angled further downwards, Grarem can feel the floor again and resumes his search, eventually finding the remote. Trying to maneuver the grabber onto the remote carefully, trying not to push the button again, he struggles to pick it up. After a bit of effort, his belly is beginning to become too unwieldy to hold up with one hand, the creaking returning as his belly begins to weigh into his pants.

Adjusting his grip, now using both hands to hold up his belly, Grarem tries to re-maneuver the graber onto the remote while holding it against his belly, barely able to hold up all the weight, he can’t hold it up much longer. All of the motion seemingly making him only swell even faster. His fat body is getting too big, he can barely hold up his stomach. Despite his best efforts, his pants once again began to creak under the extreme weight of his swelling belly.

Struggling to hold both his enormous swelling stomach, and the grabber, he accidentally fumbles the grabber out of his hand. Landing flat on the ground, there’s no way he can pick it up now. Without any way to get the remote now, he focuses on holding up his rapidly growing gut to keep the weight from breaking his pants and maintain some of his remaining mobility. Trying to think of another way he could get the remote, his body grows larger and larger.

Beginning to struggle to hold up all of the fat, he continues to bloat bigger, rolls getting larger and larger, his belly getting squishier and fatter. His grip starting to slip out of his hands from the extreme weight, he squeezes his belly tightly, trying desperately to keep it from falling, but it’s not enough. Grarem’s enormously fattened stomach slips out of his hands. Immediately, his pants creak loudly as it now supports the entire weight of his gut, fat swelling into it.

The seams of his pants begin to break, unable to support all of the weight, before suddenly the waistband breaks. Dropping his enormous fat stomach onto the floor. Immediately, Grarem knows something is wrong as he can feel the familiar rectangular imprint of the remote on his belly, feeling the button on the remote being pressed by his fat. With only a second to realize what just happened, the only thing he can think is: “oh no.”

Almost immediately, he can hear the pumps begin to spool up more and more as his enormous belly presses the button on the remote telling the pumps to increase their flow rate. Grarem can feel his body begin to swell with fat faster and faster, his gut groaning as he’s forced to overeat more and more of the extremely fattening gel. Overgorging himself on the gel, his fat bloats rapidly, fat quickly engulfing his features making him increasingly blob-like. His fat sloshes and wobbles as it grows larger, rolls squeezing into each other as they swell bigger and bigger by the continually increasing feast.

Grarem tries to lift his stomach off of the remote, but it’s no use, his belly rapidly becoming heavier and heavier, far too large to lift now. His stomach groans as the flow rate continues to rise, his belly forcefully stuffed at higher and higher speeds. Grarem gorges himself on the gel, unable to stop himself, from eating more and more as his body swells uncontrollably, enjoying the extremely gluttonous feast as he overgorges himself. Gently massaging his rapidly growing enormous belly as it swells with gel and fat, sloshing and jiggling with the slightest movement.