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This story contains male weight gain and sexual situations. Working for the company was difficult, but Oliver was sure he could get ahead if he was only given the opportunity. He worked hard, showed up early and left late. But he still wasn't getting anywhere. It had taken him years of going through school and getting a degree, all to be able to find a decent paying job that didn't require him to work with his hands or stand on his feet all day. Port Lee Labs was a surprisingly big company, given how few people seemed to know about it. It wasn't the most exciting place to work. Not exactly what Oliver had expected from his degree. He had thought he would be making a difference. That he would be helping people in the medical field, making new discoveries. The company was working in pharmaceutical research, but not on any drugs or diseases Oliver had heard of. He'd seen research into: body parts, organs, and the human mind. It was like the company was working on everything, but nothing

Fresh from an intense session of weightlifting, I strutted into the city's top-tier gym locker room. Each ripple and bulge of my carefully sculpted muscles were showcased in a skin-tight tank top, eliciting respectful glances from the assembled gym-goers. I was unlacing my trainers, basking in the afterglow of the workout, when an alien sensation started to ripple across my abdomen. Looking down in confusion, I saw the defined bricks of my six-pack shifting, softening, and then inflating into a bulging mound of flesh. The transformation was gradual, yet relentless. My shredded abs were the first to go, replaced by a round, soft belly that strained against the fabric of my tank top. I watched, entranced and horrified, as my trim waist expanded outwards, each ripple of muscle replaced by handfuls of plush fat. My tank top began to rise, retreating from the advance of my burgeoning belly. Next, my chiseled pecs fell victim to the bizarre growth, expanding into large, round mounds that

So, a long time ago I talked about a book series of the fantasy genre that seemed to have been tailored, in terms of worldbuilding, for us chub-enjoyers: Robin Hobb’s The Soldier Son trilogy. Released in the mid-2000s, it is composed of three really big books “Shaman’s Crossing”, “Forest Mage” and “Renegade’s Magic”. And it is quite a divisive series. Divisive because you see the effort, the attempt, the ideas there. But the execution is a bit lacking… To put it plainly, as usual Hobb does a wonderful job at worldbuilding, creating entire countries, societies and magic systems, and taking the fantasy genre into new angles, new themes and new topics. This series in particular explores themes not always explored by other fantasy series (or at least that weren’t explored much at the time), such as colonialism, the perception of the weight and the body (covering everything, from fat acceptance to fatphobia), and the divide, struggle and confusion between concepts such as “the self” and

Day 1: Daniel nervously readjusted his tie as the elevator ascended to the floor of his new office. The skinny yet athletic young man was prepared for his first ‘adult’ job out of university. Gulping he stepped out – just as he bumped into his new coworker. “Ah! You must be Daniel! Pleased to meet you! Come, come, I’m Karen. Welcome to the team!” The chunky blonde woman cooed as she tackled the skinny newcomer in a bear hug. “Ooh my ri-“ Daniel started before being led forward by the woman. “That’s Michelle!” Karen pointed. “Hi!” A chubby black woman waved, holding a donut up to her mouth. “Over there’s Susan!” Karen continued, striding the two of them forward. “Ooh hello!” A plump redhead said, overfilling her chair. “And Carol, of course!” Karen said. “Mmhpp Hiya!” A blob of a blonde secretary called as crunched on some chips. “Now, here, here, here’s your desk” Karen led Daniel into a small cubicle. “I know you’re going to be so so fantastic! And don’t worry about us