Running To Fat

This was it. John growled to himself as he walked his damp, dripping body up the stairs of the frat house to his bathroom, stripping his soaked clothed into the bathtub. The lithe canine was pissed. He was breathing hard as he wrung out his hoodie into the bath tub as he seethed.

"That will be quite enough of that..." The wolf mumbled to himself.

Eric was the new guy in the frat. A skinny, athletic, human marathon runner who prided himself as being the jokester. Apparently he was the class clown all throughout high school without any retaliation for his pranks. His boyishly good looks, blonde hair, and blue eyes, combined with a lot of charm and quick wit usually got him out of most scraps. And while he got along with most people in the frat, he always rubbed John the wrong way.

The feeling seemed to be mutual though as not long after their opinions for each other became well known, the pranks started. Mostly small but annoying ones at first. John's Oreo's were tampered with, the filling replaced with toothpaste. Eric jumping out at the wolf when he was carrying groceries. But as time went on, the pranks became more hindering. Powder in the wolf's blow dryer, making hick hack up a lung and needing another shower. Clear plastic cling wrap over the toilet, which is why he had to check every time he needed to use the bathroom from now on. And today, just before he needed to go to an important class, a bucket of pickle juice was dropped on his head. Water he might have dealt with but this stuff stains, not to mention reeks. The asshole must have been saving it for a few weeks.

"Well, if you want it to stop, you could always hand him over to me..." John's ears perked up as he turned around to look at the large, full length bathroom mirror.

Instead of the naked and drenched thin predator, John saw his other. The obese rat. Madison. He somehow seemed to be leaning against the mirror frame on the other side, arms crossed. "I mean, I said I'd take a shot at him the last few times. If there's anyone who needs a lesson, that ass-hat needs to be shown who's the real prankster around here." The large rodent gave a dark smirk, his thick buck teeth glinting just a bit.

John almost shot the rat down right there but hesitated. The two shared a strained connection. Both inhabitation the same body but Madison being more of John's, well, dark half. His inhibitions, libido...appetites unleashed as it were. And his specialty were...pranks of a sort. They never explicitly hurt anyone, only changed them. Granted it was never a consensual change...most of the time, there were a few exceptions, but still. If John wanted revenge...

"Do it."

"With pleasure..." The rat smirked, the canine now being the image in the mirror as the massive naked rat stood in the bathroom.

Eric was still chuckling to himself as he tied his shoes on the light post. God he got that stick in the mud again. He hated that dog. Always too serious for his own good. Sure the other at the frat seemed to like the mutt somewhat but they always seemed to also shy a bit away from him. Supposedly the guy had a bit of a dark side. To Eric, it just seemed like the dumb-ass couldn't take a joke.

Takes a sip of his Gatorade, he gagged a bit sticking out his tongue.

"Gah, what the fuck, it's gone rancid." He grunted as he put the bottle back into his runner's pack. Well there was a small shop to far from there, as he was making his daily jog around campus. He'd take a stop there.

Creaking his neck, he started to head down towards the little store, winking to some ladies as he passed. He started to itch a bit though as he continued his jog, feeling a bit worse after every step he took. It was weird, as he approached the building, he was beginning to breathe heavily, not to mention his shoes kept feeling tighter and tighter.

As he hit the entrance to the building, he was sweating quite a bit, hacking up a lung. His gait had slowly decreased to a slow waddle as he tried to get himself composed. As he stood there panting Another group of female joggers were coming up slowly behind him, he waved again, and the girls only giving him looks of disgust.

"Bitches..." Eric mumbled as he slowly walked into the store, scratching his ass as he tried to pull up his sweats which seemed to ride a bit low. Still huffing a bit as he entered the store, he shook his head. Everything felt a bit...off. His stomach rumbled a bit as Eric gave it a pat, scratching it abit as he pulled down his sweat shirt a bit before heading to the chip isle, passing the Gatorade. He was starving as he took a bag of chips off the shelf as the young, skinny equine cashier gave him a dirty look. Stuffing a handful of chips in his face he mumbles.

"Don't get yer tit's in a knot, I'm a going to pay for it..." He grunts as he moves towards the ice cream in the back. Down at the bottom was one of his favorite flavor's. Now he didn't have it very often, on account of keeping his weight low, but he was starving. Unfortunately as he bent over, a massive rip was heard. Followed by Eric letting one fly. Blushing deep crimson, the man quickly grabbed the ice cream, and a few more snack items as he headed to the register, the, disgusted equine proprietor already spraying some air freshener as he wrung up the junk food.

Munching on the chips while the cashier tried to quickly scan the runner out, Eric's eye caught the large mirror the stores use to hide the camera. In the picture the concaved glass showed a fatass in a sweat wear, his gut pushing out and large fat ass forming a plumbers crack in the ripped pants. His skin grayish and face slightly misshapen. Sweat was poring al over him, his crotch and pits drenched in the stuff.

"God, what a lard-ass." Eric mumbled while chewing on his chips as the Equine proprietor took the student's card.

"Look who's calling the kettle black..." The horse murmurs...

As Eric started to respond angrily, the athlete looked at his hand as he was gripping the bags of his food tightly as the horse finished ringing up the order. His thin, smooth hand human was much more stubby, grayish, and well, bloated then he remembered. Looking down quickly, he realized his midriff was showing, sweat shirt pulled up around his thickening, grey middle. Turning red once more, embraced, scared, and quite literally freaking out, Eric ran from the store. Of coarse he made sure to grab his bags of snacks though, his belly still grumbling ominously.

His slight panicking run seemed to start out well enough. But the changing human realized he wasn't going to get very far at that speed with his hear racing after a few steps. Hell not even a block away and he was already huffing and puffing, leaning his thickening body against a pedestrian crossing pole. His belly continued to roar though, causing the man to start shoving in more chips into his maw, able to grab bigger and bigger handfuls, as just crumbs starts to fall across this sweaty, tightening sweat shirt.

"Oh...oh URRRRRRPPP god...what...what's happening to me...got...gotta get home.." Eric grunted, letting loose a massive belch in the middle of his panic attack.

The growing, changing runner barely paid anyone any attention as they sent glares his way. The big secret on campus was this happened every so often, people ad no idea why and for some reason usually for got about it after.

Slow jogging, quickly gave way to fast walking, which degraded finally into a lumbering waddle. Eric just could no longer move fast any more, but instead focused on his own though in a massive panic while his body worked stuffing his expanding face.

His clothes now completely covered in sweat and crumbs now and no longer were they stretching as far as they once did. His shirt covering only his thick chest, large pecs now turned into massive round moobs, thicker then some of the women he used to charm. Bouncing with ever thick slow step, it acted more like a sports bra. His belly, now slightly hair porked out over his waist band, his thick, greasy hand scratching the itches that seemed to be coursing all over his body.

His sweatpants were faring just as poorly. He had given up trying to pull the ripped sweats up over his fattening globes. The massive plumbers crack gave everyone a view of his growing ass, as he also felt a thick welt growing from his backbone, only worrying him more. Meanwhile the front of his pants were fairing just as poorly as the massive growing belly was pushing the waist band lower and lower, while something else stirred In his crotch. He tried to hive his boys a scratch but had to reach a bit more awkwardly now, and even they felt bloated and much larger then before. A petty upside to his other current problems, which were growing larger.

As he approached the door, finally arriving back at the frat, Eric was sure he was going to die. Huffing and puffing at every step, his body seemed to move constantly. He had no idea how big he was now, taller, wider then he even thought possible. He had been dropping empty bags of food throughout his slow journey home, leaving a trail of crumbs and sweat with every step, not to mention, if he could see, the remains of his shoes which ripped apart a few blocks ago. His feet thick and stubby now, slightly hoofed.

People were pointing now as he waddled by. A massive sweaty mess, people seemed to be trying to keep clear from him, shaking their heads at the gluttonous fat ass waddling to the frat house door. His belches only making people frown at his crudeness as he pounded onto the frat house's front porch.

Dragging his thick, flabby body through the front door, Eric was at least glad to see his Frat mates were all else ware, and even more happy to remember he had a first floor room. Waddling his bulk to his room, Eric feared his massive feet which were making loads of noise would break through the floor but luckily the carpentry held as he shoveled his bulk into his room, realizing his thickening love handles touched the door frame. On both sides at once.

Slowly, almost fearfully, after taking a few seconds to lean against the door to his bathroom, once again scared that it would hold against his growing bulk, he entered the room so he could get a good look at his body. He stood aghast to what he saw.

Letting out a small squeak, which turned into both, a massive, crude belch, and a room shaking fart. The man, or beast, in the mirror was not Eric, it couldn't be. He wasn't an obese 6'6 monster. Well maybe not monster, but he wasn't human. He was an anthro of some sort...hippo he decided as he looked up and down at his new profile in terror. The remains of his clothes in tatters. His face was almost unrecognizable. He still had his hair but on a grossly misshapen, massive face. His mouth was gigantic, a massive maw with four dangerous looking tusks. His smooth skin covered in thick stubble. Massive cheeks rounded out his large head with thick jowls moving down into a double, no, a thick triple chin.

His shirt was all but gone, just a few scraps left around his massive neck which Eric ripped off. His upper body just as massive as he thought had imagined. His entire body was now the thick, grey pinkish of the massive pachyderm. His skin was now thicker, much more leathery but spread taunt over his lard ridden body. Stretch marks were seen scarring his massive gut, forming a thick apron over his large crotch. A large treasure trail of thick body hair was growing on top of it now, showing why the changing man was itching so much. His lard laden chest sagged heavily onto his belly, nipples stretched into the size of large pepperonis.

Gently hefting up his gut, he Eric was at least impressed to see a massive thick member, at least 15 inches long and thick as a beer can, dripping pre almost constantly. It was backed up by two massive balls the size of grapefruits.

At least, and only thanks to the mirror, he moved a bit lover, turning around a bit though to see the full extent on his blubber backside as well. His legs, once thick and taunt with muscles, were now, well, just thick. Massive tree trunks ended in pudgy, three toed hooves. His ass though, the massive hairy rear jiggled and shake with almost every movement Eric made. "Yeah, shake that ass fat boy." Eric heard a dark grumbly voice as the scent of food and...cigar smoke wafted to him. Turning around as fast as his obese body allowed, the hefty hippo let loose another round of gas as he spied a massive rat smoking a stogie in his bedroom, a trey of food in front of him.

"Who the...Urrrrrpppp duck are you fatass!" Eric belched out, straining to get his still expanding bulk out of the bathroom.

"Oh don't you recognize me?" The rat gave a quick puff of the cigar. The scent of which seemed to enhance the pachyderm's hunger. His eyes moving from the rodent to the table of food and back as he squeezed harder against the door frame. The wood creaking a bit as the thick sweat poring off his body finally allowed his bulk through, he hippo giving off more bouts of flatulence. "God, how much did I give you lardo. You got real big." Madison snickered in between sucking in some thick smoke, blowing out thick rings into Eric's massive face.

"You...how dare you...how did...why..." The Hippo was torn, wanting to both cry and beat the shit out of the cocky rodent standing a food away but his belly...oh god his belly. He needed food and he needed it now. Moving as fast as his massive sweaty form could waddle, the porky pachyderm started opening some beer cans on the table, downing, one, two, three at a time into his massive maw, before throwing the cans aside and wiping his thick stubbly muzzle with the back of his fat, hairy arm.

Eric glanced back to the massive rat, puffing on his cigar, watching the massive hippo eat more of the fattening treats that were stuffed onto the small mobile table. But every bite the lardass took, every slurp of the brew caused thoughts of harming the rat to move further and further back into the once human's mind. Food was becoming his only concern, crumbs and slobber his trophies. "Oh yes, that's right...keep it up fat fuck..." Eric felt thick furry hands grip and grope his massive love handles. Madison was snuggling up behind him, grinding his thick crotch against the massive swelling medicine balls that comprised the hippo's bloated ass cheeks.

"God, you're hairy as hell jeeze, how much excess testosterone did I give you..." Madison cooed into the pachyderm's round ear as he was consumed with his gluttony. The rodent's pawns moved under the thick, sweaty belly apron to feel the hippo's massive balls, his thick hardened member, pouring out a constant stream of pre down the under side of his sweaty, musky under gut.

Hugging the hairy hippo, the rat's arms unable to take in the massive girth of the beast, Erick let out another massive room shaking fart followed by a jarring belch. Completely given into his basic instincts, Eric no longer cared about the change. All that mattered now was the food, and the pleasure he was feeling as the rat started to massage his massive sweaty form.

"I think I'll do you right here, while you're stuffing your face...does that sound good?" Madison whispered, unzipping his pants and pressing his own large member into the slick hairy butt cheeks of the gluttonous beast. The hippo bellowed in pleasure and gluttony as the rat barely was able to insert himself into his massive thick sweaty hole.

"God, you're just so slick fatso...but your cheeks are just so big, can't really get in...oh well" The rodent chattered as he pumped in and out of the slovenly ex runner. The empty piles of wrappers and plates just being tossed aside, meeting the cans of beer that the huge hippo was just tossing wherever once he downed them in one gulp.

Madison wasn't the first to get off however. The combination of the rat stroking the thick hairy pet of the fat ass, the complete meal devoured before him, and the massive overstuffed feeling in his gut caused Eric to explode violently in orgasm, belching enough to actually shake a few pictures in the frat house loose as his floor was soon covered in thick hippo sperm.

The rodent finished next, biting his lower lip as he finished as deeply in the tight sweaty musky ass as he could. Pulling the huffing, puffing out of shape lardass onto the bed with him, cuddling up against the hairy hippo as they both soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

Eric woke up hours later letting loose another bout of gas. Blushing a bit he turns to the noise that woke him in the first place. The rodent was gone but the Wolf was there getting dressed, carefully trying to miss the dried cum and food strewn all across the floor.

"Ugh dude, what the hell, where's that fatass rat..." The ex runner yawns, his gaping maw opening wide as he slowly tried to get himself to the side of his bed, his huge, hairy gut drooping between his thick knees. He didn't much care anymore about the changes for some reason. All he knew was he needed to work off some of this bulk...and he needed a doughnut. Or two...

"Yer looking at him big boy. Let's just say that this is some revenge for your pranks. OH and I left you a present." The wolf smirked, and patted the huge hippo's gut, causing Eric to let loose another rude belch before scratching his ass, annoyed at John.

"I also left you a present. Yer gonna need it if you don't want to end up immobile by the end of the term. Toodaloo." John sniggered and exited the room before the hippo could respond.

John smiled as he leaned onto the balcony the next morning. A cup of coffee in his had as he was enjoying the sights across campus. One sight in particular tickled his fancy though. Huffing across a street, a huge, hefty hippo was slowly plodding though campus in a tight sweat suit, drenched in sweat. It had to be at least 5 if not 6x. Gatorade in one hand, and a dozen doughnuts in the other, the hippo was taking another break, leaning against a lamppost.

And of coarse the best part? If the fatass wanted to keep mobile, he didn't have time to Prank John anymore. And that was the best gift of all, peace of mind.