As you’re playing with Reuben’s flab, you hear thunderous footsteps near the entryway, and turn your attention towards them. A large, muscular, whale-like alien man steps into the ship, one you immediately recognize, the alien bounty hunter Gantu, looking a bit banged up from another failed attempt at catching an experiment. “625, have you seen my-“ He stops when he sees you, “…Experiment 062? What are you doing-“ He turns to look at the much fatter Reuben, and his brow furrows, looking on furiously, “…625.” He growls as Reuben sheepishly smiles and nervously chuckles.
“H-Hey boss, I, uh…. Caught the experiment for ya?” He says, before suddenly BURPing on accident, causing Gantu’s glare to intensify. “Hehe…. Sorry.” Reuben apologizes as Gantu crosses his arms. “625, have you been watching the monitors like I asked? Or have you been to busy stuffing yourself like the animal you are?”, “Uh… A little of both?” Reuben says nervously, “…Mostly the stuffing part?” Gantu growls again and walks, “Aw, come on! Hey, this wouldn’t have happened if you just left me a few sandwiches ya know?”
Gantu pokes a finger in Reuben’s flabby chest, “You are my subordinate. You do what you’re told, when you’re told. And now, because of your disobedience, you-“ You swiftly interrupt Gantu’s rant, by shoving a cake directly in front of him, “Bon appetit!” You exclaim, as Gantu looks at you, then at the cake. “Oh no, you’re not doing that to me abomination, you…” He looks between you and the cake again, as his stomach growls. It did look fairly appetizing. Reuben grinned, “Say, uh, Gantu? When was the last time you had breakfast?” Gantu growls as he looks at him. Reuben just smirks wider and continues, “And I bet all that ‘failing to catch an experiment’ business can make you pretty hungry too, huh?” Gantu shoots him an icy glare, “Silence, creature! I will not be… swayed…” His stomach growls again, louder.
Reuben chuckles, “Boy, bet that cake sure smells good huh?” It did smell just a tiny bit appetizing, didn’t it? Gantu gulps, “Er… uh….” Well, maybe a tiny bit wouldn’t hurt, would it? He was starving. “Uh…. Okay! Give it to me!” He quickly takes the cake away from you and starts devouring it, as you watch, overjoyed, and Reuben watches, stifling laughter.
With each ravenous bite, Gantu becomes steadily fatter, his arms and midsection growing thicker and thicker as he shoves more of the cake into his mouth. It was so delicious, and he was so starving. Even though it wasn’t making him any fuller, it certainly made him fatter, as his gut ballooned out, his clothes becoming tighter as his midsection became blobbier and blobbier, becoming near-spherical in shape. All his muscles melted away into mountainous flab, as he grew a double chin. His tight, black shirt gradually road up a growing gut, exposing dark blue cetacean skin. All his clothes grew tighter and tight. All that restrained his flabby belly was his tight belt, which struggled and strained, til finally POP! The buckle snapped in half, allowing an engorged whale belly to blubber out, bouncing and jiggling like jello.
Despite his gaining, Gantu barely paid any mind, shoving more sweets into his mouth with fattening, pudgy fingers, belching in between bites of food. Reuben chuckled, ‘Well, guess I’m not bigger than him now’, he thought to himself, as you poked Gantu’s gut, which bounced and wobbled, full of thick, rippling fat. Bits of food dribbled down his maw, onto his stretched out shirt, barely restraining a massive pair of moobs that had once been tight pecs. He huffed and panted as he ate, no longer caring.
“BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRUUUUUUUUPPPPP!!!” Gantu belched, as his feast had almost come to a close. He shoved the last bit of cake into his mouth triumphant, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was-mmph-delicious.” He moaned, licking caked of his fattened fingers. Reuben snickered, “Enjoyed the meal, tubby?” Gantu was suddenly brought back to reality, where he realized he was now a mountain of flab. He must’ve gained at least 600 lbs. He groaned, breathing deeply, belching a bit, “I thought I-URRP-told you to be silent!” He moaned, rubbing his fattened stomach, feeling how soft and bouncy it now was, “And who are you calling ‘tubby’ anyway?”, “You, fatso.”. He grimaced at Reuben, “And have you looked in the mirror lately, pig?”
Reuben rolled his eyes, “Aw, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it. Whales are meant to be fat, right?” You handed Gantu and Reuben more slices of cake, watching them begin consuming it, as you smiled, Gantu shoved his big belly up against Reuben’s as he ate, “You know, if you had just watched the monitors as I requested, this wouldn’t be happening?”, “Oh, don’t-munch-pin the thing on me, Mr. Low-Impulse-Control. No one-URP-said you had to eat.” Gantu snarled as he continued to chow down on the cake he had received. You chuckled, climbing up his fat gut and resting between his moobs, playing with the soft fat. Gantu merely glared at you between bites. “Grrrr…. I should end you-mph-abomination… but… this food IS pretty-URRP-tasty….” He couldn’t deny the deliciousness of it. He couldn’t stop.
You reached out to his fat face, “Oh, what do you want now?” He groaned, exasperated as he put another piece of cake in his mouth. You grabbed his chubby cheeks as he winced, “OW! Hey, c-cut that out!” He blushed in embarrassment as Reuben laughed, “I think he likes you Gantu.” He teased, eating more of the cake himself, as you nodded in agreement, staring into his blobby face, cake and frosting smeared across his wide mouth. “Bon Appetit!”
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