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Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

Okay, breathe. It's no big deal, they could have not seen it. Maybe it's still in the cafeteria?

These were all thoughts racing through Oz's mind the next morning as he made his way to school. If they didn't find it, he would be fine. Nothing would change, and they wouldn't hate his guts. If they did find it...

Ugh, if Zoe wasn't a literal god Oz would curse her till the day she died. This is all her fault! Sure, he was being somewhat careless with his notebook, but that's not the point!

He simply sighed, opening up the doors and walking to his first class.

Damien and Scott were already there. Scott was just trying and failing to close his jacket, while Damien looked over at Oz... lustfully? It was the best way Oz could describe it.

He did his best to avoid eye contact and make his way to his desk, finding, of course, his notebook on it. Oz slowly opened it up, expecting the worse. Instead, he found something better.

His doodles and gaining notes were very much the same, but with some things written on the side of the page. Comments about his drawings and plans, but none were disgusted. They were either confused (likely Scott), or straight up horny for it (definitely Damien). Oz continued reading through, becoming more and more flustered. "Not big enough" Next to a drawing of fat Scott, "Come on. Be a bit more direct here u coward!" Next to his plan to fatten up Damien. His cheeks were a stark white.

He finally reached the last page, with the words "Meet in locker room @ 9" written in marker. Oz slammed the notebook shut. He couldn't believe it. Were they... into it??? He'd just have to wait until 9 and see...

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The rest of class was unbearable, and not just because Mrs. Panthera mauled another student. Not only was Oz distracted by Damien's lovely ass, he was kept on the edge of his seat with anticipation. Was he getting ready for an amazing moment of his dreams, or was he setting himself up for disappointment?

As soon as the bell rang, Oz gathered his things and ran to the locker room as fast as he could, barely stepping over Mrs. Panthera's victim.

He finally got to the gym locker room, sitting on one of the benches and tapping his foot anxiously.

Soon enough Scott and Damien made their way in, causing Oz to give a shy wave. Once they walked in, they seemed to nod at each other for a moment, before they both began removing their shirts.

If Oz had a mouth, he'd be drooling. Damien came over, practically sitting on his lap. "So, you're the one he have to blame for all this?" He asked, motioning at himself. The demon's red belly looked nice and soft, with nice love handles forming at the side, and cute little moobs on his chest.

Oz hesitantly nodded. "I-I..." He mumbled out. Fuck, this was becoming the hottest shit he's been apart of, and THIS is how he acts?

Scott walked over and sat on his other side, a grin on his face. "And who made sure we always get all sorts of yummy foods?" Scott had gained in a similar matter, though what pounds Damien had in his ass had clearly gone to Scott's furry belly, as his was a decent bit larger, and almost *begging* Oz to rub it.

"Um, uh, er..y-yes?" Oz managed to sputter. This was NOT at all what he had planned, and he was still in shock. "I-I'm sorry, I should have asked..."

"Sorry?" The werewolf asked, raising an eyebrow. "Bro, we love it!" He explained, Damien nodding along.

Oz froze. "Wait... really?" He asked
They...they like it . If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

"Yup!" Damien answered. "We found your notebook and got um, 'inspired'- eh, more like horny- and decided to try some of it out. Gotta tell you that story sometime, Scott ate sooo many hotdogs, I swear."

As much as Oz wanted him to elaborate on this story, he was much more focused on what was currently happening. "So you guys are into this? Do you mind if I...?" He reached towards Damien's belly, gently rubbing the soft flesh. The demon blushed, but he didn't back away.

He rubbed small circles into the red dome, gently squeezing it. "Mmph.." Damien muttered, clearly enjoying it. This went on for quite a few minutes, Oz helping himself to as much of the exposed flesh he could reach. Moobs, belly, love handles, all of it.

Oz finally stopped when he felt a tap on his shoulder, followed by a little puppy dog whine. "Mine now, please?" Scott asked.

Oz giggled, turning around and giving Scott the same treatment. He gently rubbed his hairy gut, Scott looking content and wagging his tail the whole time. "Mmm... down a little... to the left... no, my left... yeah..." Oz followed his directions, rubbing the specific spot. Scott's tail began wagging at high speeds, and his left leg began kicking involuntarily. Oz giggled a bit, thinking just how much like a puppy this man acted.

Oz wanted to stay there all day, but unfortunately, the bell rang, and it was time to get to their next classes. Much to Oz's disappointment, Damien and Scott began putting their shirts back on. Before everyone left however, Oz quickly planted a kiss on each of their cheeks, saying "See you at lunch!" as he ran out through the halls.

If Oz had a heart, it would be racing. This was officially the best day. These two cute boys, happy to let him fatten them up? And he still had a month before the Monster Prom, plenty of time to fatten them up before then.

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After what felt like an eternity (but was really just 45 minutes), it was finally lunch time.

Oz had neglected to bring anything extra, so he just raided the vending machine. It was like the first day of this whole ordeal, except Oz brought a mountain of candy this time around. The boys made up for his lack of much else from the looks of things, having brought large bags from the local WitchDonalds (totally not a knock-off of a human brand, as fine print under their logo said). They silently greeted him, already stuffing their faces full of greasy, fattening food.

Oz dumped the candy next to them, getting himself comfortable in his seat to watch. He observed their food as he did so, noting Scott seemed to eat more than Damien, as evident by how his bag was practically bursting, compared to Damiens, which was just full. It made sense to Oz. He was active and already a bigger guy, he needed the extra calories.

He happily watched them eat, sitting his head on his crossed arms. Scott was cramming his way through burger after burger, crumbs and condiments getting caught in his beard, while Damien was eating mostly fries. By the end of their meal and after eating Oz's candy, they were clearly stuffed. He made his way over to sit between the two, gently rubbing their stuffed tummies for the remainder of lunch, both letting out the occasional burp.

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It had been a week since that faithful day, and things had definitely gotten better in Oz's eyes. The boys appetites were growing, as were their bellies.

Neither of them were fitting into their clothes, their t-shirts rising pass their exposed belly buttons. There jackets would be impossible to close had they tried. They had both taken to wearing sweatpants, which was for the best, especially for Damien.

During gym that day, Oz found Scott pulling him aside, asking to again meet in the locker room. As is usual at this point, Oz expected something kinky to happen, and happily followed. And he was not disappointed. Scott pulled a funnel out of his locker, along with a gallon container of Oz's latest shake recipe.

"I saw some videos of people doing this kind of stuff? Looked like something you'd like." He explained.

Oz merely nodded along, blushing heavily. "Y-yeah!" He choked out. He stood up and motioned for Scott to sit down, and carefully placed the tube into his mouth. He slowly poured the shake in, watching happily as Scott drank it all up.

"Such a good boy..." He encouraged, using one hand to pour the shake and the other to rub his furry gut. The werewolf's tail was wagging at an impressive speed, which was good news to Oz. He continued pouring in the shake and offering words of encouragement, until eventually all of the shake was in his gut.

"OOUURRRPPP!" Scott belched out, leaning back on the bench. Oz sat next to him, carefully rubbing his belly. He was amazed he had managed to pack that much away, especially considering how much he has just eaten at lunch.

Scott let out a cute yawn, looking sleepy. "Man, I could pass out right now... ever notice how when you eat a whole lot, ya' start gettin' sleepy? 'S weird..." He mumbled out, before passing out. Oz decided to let him sleep, as they had half an hour left in gym. Plus, it gave him plenty of time to rub his tummy.

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After leaving school for the day, Oz didn't think much else would happen. He was sitting at the bus stop, absentmindedly tapping away at his phone. Until he felt a rough hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. Of course, it was Damien. The demon had a grin on his face, leaning down to get closer to Oz's level.

"Hey noob." He said. Oz waved in response. "So, yeah, I saw you sittin' here, and I was wondering if ya wanted to actually do something. Maybe go grab a bite or something. Call it a date, if you'd like."

Oz blushed lightly, before nodding and getting up from his seat. He followed behind the demon, his eyes constantly going down to Damien's plush rear. Finally, the demon had led him to a Mexican food stand which, from how the employees greeted him, he seemed to be a regular at. The purple cat up front -who Oz wondered if he was a relative of Jaun- handed Damien two large bags. His usual, he had said. Damien had asked for double, much to Oz's surprise. The next thing he knew, they were both carrying bags of Mexican take-out

The two of them sat down at a park bench, Oz playing a game on his phone, but finding himself distracted with Damien cramming his way through the bags. Tacos, burritos, quesadillas, everything was going down to the demons stomach.

He had made his way through his bags quickly at first, plowing through the first with ease. The second was slightly slower, though still fast. He really slowed down at the third, and completely stopped at the fourth.

"Ugh..." Damien groaned. "I can't..." He handed the bag to Oz. He helped himself to a burrito, but had a different idea afterwards.

"Here, let me just..." He scooted closer to the demon, and lifted a taco out of the bag. He held it up to his mouth and, after staring at it for a moment, Damien took a bite out of it.

Oz continued feeding him, letting out the occasional bit of encouragement.

"C'mon, you can do it..."

"You're so big..."

Eventually, all of the food was in his stuffed gut, and he leaned back in his seat. "Oof..." Damien groaned. Oz carefully rubbed his belly, kissing Damien on the cheek. "Great job!"

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Later that week, Oz was sitting in his bed on his phone. The prom was getting closer, and he had yet to ask them to join him.

He thought for a moment and opened up the group chat he shared with Damien and Scott. It was a 50/50 between genuine conversation and belly talk.

"Hey... can I ask u 2 smth?"

"Sur bro" Scott replied.

"thats already a question" Damien typed.

Oz hesitated. Was this the best idea? Their relationships weren't entirely clear, he may be coming on too strong. He took a deep breath and typed. "Would you guys like to go to prom with me?"

He put his phone down. They definitely rejected him. Why wouldn't they? They've hardly set up anything about their relationships, this was too soon...

Oz slowly lifted his phone back up, expecting the worse.

He saw Scott's first. "Sur!!! Sonds gr8!!! We alrdy got our suts rdy!! 😄😄😄" Oz's non-existant heart skipped a beat. It was annoying to decipher, but he said yes!

Oz looked at Damien's next. "Fuck, been waiting for u to ask! Duh of course ill go!"

He laid back in his bed, letting out a happy sigh. If he had a mouth, a dopey grin would be across his face. Oz fell asleep that night, dreaming of finally going out with the two of them.

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Two weeks has passed. It was time. Damien and Scott had come over to get ready for the prom, bringing their suits with them. They got fitted just a few weeks ago, they had to still be good enough, right?

Oz hummed as he got ready, buttoning up the remainder of his orange suit. He looked around his bedroom and, after grabbing his phone, went to go sit on the couch while he waited.

A few minutes later, Scott and Damien emerged from the bathroom. They were in their suits, though clearly not easily. They were clearly stretching at the seems, and both were sucking in their bellies. Their large guts were covered in rolls, and already overhung their waists, and they had full on moobs on their chests. Thick, juicy thighs blessed both of them.Oz did think they looked hot however. Damiens thick ass packed in there, and Scott's suit practically busting at the seams. They had mostly equaled out, but Scott and Damien still led the belly and butt department respectively.

"Hm, comfortable there?" Oz asked.

"T-totally, dude." Scott answered, clearly straining. Oz stared at him for a moment, before the werewolf finally sighed. He relaxed his stomach, letting the soft flesh ooze outwards, pushing against his suit and straining his buttons. Damien did the same.

Oz giggled, standing up from his seat. He was going to go ahead and go like this, but then he heard a loud ping. Scott had stretched a bit, and that movement had been the final straw for the already complaining buttons. His face flushed while Damien laughed. The demon went to sit down, before having his own wardrobe malfunction. As soon as he bent down, a tear formed in the seat of his pants, giving an even better look at his behind. Now his face had gone bright pink, mumbling something about shitty tailors.

Oz chuckles gently, pulling both boys to the couch. "Proms overrated, anyway. Now, who wants pizza?"