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Slobby Robby

***The following story contains material only suitable for those 18yr+. This story contains themes of: Heterosexuality (M/F), Weight Gain, Slob, Fart, Belch, Raunch, Sweat, Size Difference, Gluttony, and Belly&Ass Expansion. If you’re in the mood for a raunchy farting story – this is for you. This was a quickie one that I wrote in a day, I hope you enjoy!***

I turned on my laptop. It was sitting on the top of my large, gelatinous belly. To keep it from moving, I had stuck it under part of my man-boob fat. Once the laptop booted up, I opened up my streaming channel, and immediately went live. Right as the camera to the laptop turned on and showed my fat, bloated face, people started to pour into the live stream. I placed the laptop down on the desk far in front of me. As I leaned forward my huge gut sloshed forward. I then leaned back, the couch creaked underneath my heavy girth.

“Hey, Y'all, it’s your favorite fat hog. I know you’re here to watch me gorge on all this fuckin’ food I bought and to watch me grow my fuckin’ huge hog gut.”

My name is “Slobby Robby” online. I am a 24-year-old gainer, who would eat for other people’s ‘amusement’ online. I had been doing this for a while, but I recently started really packing on the pounds. I was massive. Inhumanly massive – and my viewers loved it. At 6’10” and 1013 pounds of pure blubber – I was utterly gigantic. My girlfriend, who was the one who told me I should stream when I eat, was the one who really supported and pushed me to really get larger.

My fat hips were mere inches from the armrests of the wide, 4-seater couch. I felt like today will be the day that my hips reach the armrests. It didn’t matter to me anyway – I could be as fat as I want and no one could stop me. My rolls of fat that flopped over my hips were just the right height to be my own armrests. My fat ass cheeks were sinking deep into the creaking couch. The globes of ass fat pushed me forward by about a foot, making my body slouch.

“You guys fuckin’ ready for me to eat?” I scoffed and grunted. “I haven’t eaten for over a fuckin’ hour. My gut has been growing more and more recently, and I’ve needed to add a couple more meals a day to make me fuckin’ satisfied. Lately, I have gotten too big for those fuckin’ tiny electric carts in the grocery stores. My fat ass was always four times the size of it, and I maxed out the weight for those things long ago. The tiny fuckin’ carts didn’t have nearly enough power to get me around the store. I can walk fine, though, but when my gut sways as I waddle, it makes me gassy as fuck. I love it when I stink up an entire grocery store, but some people don’t – not that I care,” I laughed at the camera. My moob crest heaved up and down with my hearty laugh.

I had about 3 thousand people watching live. The comments were all pouring in.

“Oh god, my favorite thing to do now is when I go to a buffet, I eat everything they have, and when the waiter arrives – I belch in their face so fuckin’ beastly that slobber shoots out all over them. Hehehe” – I slapped my gut and shook it – “look at this wobbling lard. I can’t wait to grow even larger for you guys today. Some of y’all remember me when I was a skinny fuck, back when I used to fart up my poor, little car.”

My stomach growled mightily. People in the live chat were commenting for me to chow down. I leaned forward and lifted up my trough. I no longer ate food out of plates or with utensils; it became easier for me to really pack on the calories by just dumping everything into a trough. It was great because I was able to mix fast food, ice cream, cakes, different kinds of pasta, chips, various pulled meats, and a shit ton of other foods together. All I had to do was grab a fat fistful, and devour everything.

Once I grabbed the trough, I pulled it up and placed it down on the crest of my belly. It sank into the rolls of lard, making my belly flop outward more. I immediately dug in. I was starving, grabbing fistful after fistful of the slop. I grunted and heaved, almost just inhaling the food. I only started chewing messily once my mouth was packed with food.

Grease and sauces trickled from between my fat lips. Bits of pulled pork and chicken rolled down my chins and landed on the crest of my belly. I grabbed the meat and pushed it back into my mouth. My mouth was so full of food that it barely closed shut. Meats, cheeses, and ice cream all ran down my face. I tilted my head back and started to swallow. I snorted for air as I gulped down the food.

“Oh yeah…BBBBBUUUUURRRRRAAAAPPP…You liked that?” I snorted like the fat glutton I was. “I got plenty more where that came from!”

Sweat started to drip down my face. My body was so huge it produced a ton of body heat. I continued to chow down on the slop in my trough, shoving my fists in my mouth to gobble down all the food in them. My body started to grow outward. My rolls of fat trembled and started to spill farther downward. My ass cheeks rose up higher and sloshed out wider on the sides, taking up more space on the poor couch. New rolls of lard formed on my sides and swung down over my belly, which was sinking farther between my thighs.

My followers loved watching me grow, just as much as I loved the feeling. I looked up and saw their messages saying that I was growing fatter and fatter. Once I was down to the tidbits in the trough, I tilted it up towards my face. I shoved my head in it and started to lick the bottom of the trough, slurping up all leftover bits and sauces. After I licked it clean, I pushed the trough down on the ground. Globs of sauces and bits of food were on my fat chest. I used my hands to scrape all the food I could into my mouth.

My shirt was always covered in stains, and many more formed each day. The numerous rolls of fat down my mountainous body secreted sweat. With each jiggling movement, my damp rolls would slap together, making wet clapping sounds. My body was getting warmer and warmer as I grew increasingly enormous.

“I finished all my slop guys. How many extra cheese, greasy pizzas should I buy?”

I watched all the comments flood my laptop. After a couple moments, I saw one the looked good.

“50? 50 sounds good! And” – I read one of the comments – “you want me to slurp on the lard tank while I do so? Yes! This fat fuckin’ slob pig needs to grow. Look at this fuckin’ gut. I won’t stop eating until I can crush all of you with it! My fat ass can already crush a couple people under it at once. Just the other day I got to meet three of you – shout out to those cool fuckers that really wanted me to sit on them. One of the dudes even passed out from my farts, hehehe, speaking of!”

I leaned to the side. My sweaty rolls of blubber slopped over the armrest, and the couch groaned. I then pushed down on my gut and released a massive, foghorn fart. Ass sweat shot out from behind me and the couch soaked it right up. My cheeks ripped and wobbled, slapping against each other. The air around me became hazy from the dense air that shot out of my ass. The lights started to go dim.

Once my fart stopped, my lard slowly stopped wobbling and rippling. I grabbed my gut with my fat fingers and started to shake it up and down. I grunted and snorted while my lard sloshed from side to side. I then hoisted part of my expansive belly upward and plopped it down. It was incredibly heavy as it flopped back between my fat thighs.

I grumbled and leaned back, releasing a massive belch. Slobber shot out of my mouth and landed all over the laptop, hitting part of the camera.

“Oh…hehehe…shit. Sorry, guys.”

I leaned forward, and my gut slapped down against the ground between my legs. I wiped off the camera as much as I could. I then leaned back and grabbed a tube that was hanging from the ceiling. I locked my fat lips around the nozzle and started to slurp on it. Thick, syrup-like lard flowed out of the tube and into my bottomless gut. One of my hands held onto the tube, while the other was rubbing my gut in circles. The couch beneath my massive ass cheeks groaned and started to sink and bend downward. My rolls of lard inched outward. The love handles I used as armrests started to spill over the edges of the armrests of the couch – I was officially wider than a 4-seater couch.

“I’ll answer some of your questions if you guys want, hahaha,” I said between slurps of the lard.

I watched the screen as questions came pouring in. I took a moment from slurping on the lard to let out a loud, deep belch.

**BBBBUUURRRRAAPPP**

Slobber went all over my chins and moobs. Liquid lard that I was guzzling down seeped out from between my lips and ran down my chins. I just chuckled and rubbed my expansive belly. My belly button was now exposed, hanging low under my incredibly stretched and stained tank top. My man boobs were hanging out of the sides of the tank top by my flabby underarms. I lifted one of my arms and got a good whiff of my rancid body odor. It was warm and smelled like old meat.

“Ooffff…smells great, guys,” I joked. “You guys wish you could smell me. This stench has a certain…warmth…to it. Damn, I’m a gross, raunchy glutton. Okay, lemme look at some of these questions.”
I read the screen.

“Oh I like this one: Will you ever live stream from the car again? Hehehe, nah, sorry – have you looked at me? I can’t fuckin’ fit in the car anymore. The last time I fit in my car, a couple hundred pounds ago, I broke the bench seats in the back and stained the car with my rank farts so badly that it still smells like my fat ass. Now I just crush this fuckin’ couch and fart up my girlfriend’s house. The house is starting to smell like me. Next question!”

I pulled down my shirt. It was drenched in my sweat. As I pulled it down, I ripped a massive fart by accident. My ass cheeks wobbled and shook. The poor couch beneath me groaned and soaked up even more of my sweat. The armrests started to crunch underneath the weight of my massive thighs.

“Another good one: Do you have sex? If you do: then how? Hahaha, first part- yes I still do. Being so huge, though, I can’t do all the moves that you skinny fuckers can. But, I do have a huge cock, so it is possible. I have to sit back on the bed with my legs hanging off, and my girlfriend straps my belly in a pulley so that she can raise it then sit on my fupa so my cock can enter her. I’m also too wide for her to straddle, so I can’t be the bottom. My favorite thing to do is crush her under my belly as I ram her from behind. I’m so fuckin’ fat that I can’t see her under my belly since it covers her completely. Any other questions?”

I went back to slurping on the tube, downing gallons and gallons of pure lard. My rolls of fat were expanding faster than ever before. I started to feel heavier and heavier. My thighs, despite being feet apart, started pushing against each other, fighting over all available space under my belly.

Sweat rolled down my body. It streamed down from under my arms, from under my man boobs, and from even under my chins. My body was producing an incredible amount of heat and sweat. I could feel the perspiration oozing between my rolls and dripping around me. The couch no longer could soak up any more of my sweat – it was already several shades darker due to the moisture. The cushions and couch frame continued to bend beneath me.

My growing ass cheeks started to push my body up. The ocean of lard around me spilled outward and started inching towards the floor. My back blubber and enormous ass cheeks were getting closer to oozing over the back of the couch. I rubbed my growing belly while sucking down more and more lard. I leaned forward and released a massive fart.

**FFFFFFRRRRRRRFFFTTTTTTTTFFF**

My ass cheek clapped together. The couch shook beneath my ass cheeks, which rippled and wobbled. The ocean of lard that was my body rippled due to the force of the ass blast. My fart was so powerful that the wall also shook behind me. Ass sweat flew out from between my globes of ass lard and splattered against the wall and top of the couch. The air around me became dense and hot – it felt humid. Thick clouds of ass gas surrounded me. The air became so thick and rank that the lights dimmed in the room.

“Oh yeah…You guys can see it, but” – I snorted the air – “if only Y'all could smell it. It’s so hot and rank. Shit. My ass is still wobbling. I’m such a fuckin’ lardass pig. I wanna keep eating so badly, I’m still so hungry.”

The doorbell rang – the pizza boy was here.

“Oh, shit…hahaha…guess whose here!”

I pushed myself up as much as I could. My belly sagged down in the front, swaying over my calves. My ass cheeks sagged downward against the back of my thighs. I rose up onto my fat feet. The couch groaned as my heavy girth was taken off of it. I had to widen my stance so that my fat thighs could swing around each other so I could move. The floor beneath me creaked as way over a ton of lard waddled towards the door.

By the time I made it to the door, my body was just dripping tons of sweat. The floor became wet with a layer of my body’s fluid. My shirt was several shades darker due to the sweat stains. I took a deep breath and swung the door open.

“Sup…you have the pizzas?” I grumbled.

The pizza man’s jaw dropped. He looked up at me and stuttered, “I-I-I-I do.”

“Great, bring ‘em in!”

I lumbered back to the couch and parked my ass back down. My lard sloshed side to side. My hips and ass cheeks spilled over all sides of the poor couch. I watched and chuckled as the delivery boy stacked the pizza boxes high next to me. After he was finished he stood next to me and handed me the bill.

“I…huff…have my wallet under my moob right here,” I poked my left moob with my finger. My finger sank deep into the fluid-like blubber.

The pizza boy looked at me and leaned in closer. He looked scared, just terrified of how huge I was.

“Yeah…just go in there…and grab the fuckin’ wallet!”

The pizza boy slowly slid his hand under my tank top, which was now more like a training bra. His hand became slick from my sweaty blubber. I felt his fingers probe underneath my moobs, reaching around for my wallet. I tilted my head back. My ears sank into my shoulder lard. I let out a boorish moan. His wet hand slid out, and in it was my grease-soaked wallet.

I told him to reach inside and grab my credit card. An order that big would be too expensive to pay cash. Most of my food purchases were way too expensive for cash anyway. His slimy fingers pulled out the card and he used it to pay the bill. I signed what he needed me to sign and the boy started to leave.

“Hey, boy, put that back where you found it!” I commanded.

The poor boy must’ve been traumatized. His face was red and his eyes were watering from my raunchy body odor. He reluctantly started to slide his hand back under my moob and placed it back. Before he finished, I pushed down on my belly and released a massive, wet belch. Lard and food bits shot out of my mouth and splattered into the poor delivery boy. His hair became slick and blew backward. The hot, wet blast of air made him cough and gag. I just laughed and the pizza boy stumbled back and rushed away.

“Did you see that, guys? That’s the usual fuckin’ reaction to my raunchy belches. I’m so goddamn gassy lately guys.” I shook my belly and felt a massive fart build up. “Imma eat and answer some of your questions so keep ‘em coming.”

I dug right into the huge stack of pizzas. I opened the first box and rolled up the cheesy pizza. Grease and cheese oozed out of the ends of the pizza roll. I grabbed the roll like a burrito and opened my mouth wide, tilting my head backward. My rolls of back fat bunched up behind my head. My fat jowls rolled down where my neck should me. I just shoved the pizza roll in and swallowed it whole. I continued to do this, periodically checking out the live chat.

“Oh, shit” – BBBURRRRAAPPPP – “nice question: How do you take a shit. Well, I first sit on the toilet, like the rest of you, and my fat ass cheeks flop off the sides of it. To put it in perspective, I have a triple-sized toilet built into the house, but I’m still too fuckin’ wide for it. I mean look at me – I’m now wider than a fuckin’ 4-seater couch. You guys can’t even see it under my fat ass! So, my girlfriend said she ordered a larger one and it will arrive soon. Imma need it since the current one is cracking underneath my fat ass. You should see the shit I fuckin’ produce – world record ass shit if you ask me! Next question.”

I continued to gobble down pizzas. My fat lips became soaked in more and more grease as I ate. Grease, cheese, and various meats started to slide down my chins and down my chest. With each animalistic breath, my chest heaved up and down. I continued to swallow entire pizzas and drop the empty boxes in the pool of sweat that started to surround the couch.

“NNNYYyyugghhh,” I moaned as I released a massive fart.

**FFFFFFFUUURRRRRRRTTTT**

The gas bubbled its way out of my rolls of ass fat, and my sweat splattered out from between my rippling ass cheeks.

“That was a wet fuckin’ fart! Oh, this is another good question: How do you clean yourself. Hehehe, I haven’t been able to reach around my entire body in a long fuckin’ time. My girlfriend had to expand the bathroom and made the shower large enough for me to fit inside. I barely fit in it now, my rolls of fat push against all the sides of the shower when I sit in it. Water pools around my lard, and seeps down between my ass cheeks. My girlfriend has to help me shower and dry off. It’s usually too much work to do, so I usually shower once a week if I feel like it.”

I leaned forward and released a ripped another fart. My belly sloshed out forward in front of me as I leaned forward.

**FFFFFRRRRRTTTTFFFFF**

My ass cheeks wobbled and shook as the massive blast of rancid air shot out from behind me. My face turned red as I pushed all of the air out. The wall shook behind me. The couch screeched and creaked more and more. Sweat splattered out behind me. Clouds of ass stench flooded the room once again, making the air hazy.

“Damn…that was ripe! Anyway, I also need help drying off. It takes a lot of energy for me to dry off all the spots between my cavernous rolls, so I also have two industrial fans that blow air at me, almost like a blow dryer. That’s pretty much that, so next question!”

I continued to gulp down pizza after pizza. The grease and cheese stained my entire shirt, which was already soaked in sweat. My body was now much more immense than when I had started the live stream. My rolls of fat were now spilling over the sides of the couch. The ground around the couch was soaked in a pool of sweat, which the empty pizza boxes were soaking in. The chat was telling me that I must have been well over 2400 pounds. It felt amazing to be over one ton of fat, raunchy blubber. I was a massive man hog, sweating and belching powerfully. The air around me was humid and hazy due to my body heat and gasses that escaped out of me.

The couch was completely hidden under my lard. I had to reach the computer and push the camera up in order to get a better look at my massive form. My fat face cheeks were pushing up against my eyes, and my belly was starting to slap against the wet floor. I felt my stomach gurgle from all the grease and cheese digesting inside.

I leaned back, and the couch bent farther downward. My body got even closer to the ground. The ocean of lard around me sloshed side to side as the couch slowly started to give way. I just chuckled as my mass was crushing the steel frame beneath me. I slapped my wobbling belly and let out a massive, slobbering belch.

**BBBBUUURRRRRAAAPPP**

An entire pizza slice flew out of my mouth and slid down my belly. I grabbed it and held it in my hand as I continued to spew out liquid lard and saliva. My slobber splattered against the pizza – it was like an extra topping. Once the belch stopped, I swallowed the pizza slice again; this time I washed it down with some lard from the nozzle. I then felt a fart make its way towards my ass. I leaned forward and released it.

**FFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT**

My ass cheeks really trembled and sloshed. The couch gave way mid fart. I fell down to the ground with a loud thud. My gelatinous body splashed in the puddle of my own greasy sweat around me. The walls around me all shook, some of the paintings fell off their hooks. The air around me became thicker and more clouds of my ass stench filled the room. I just laughed as my fat ass crushed the couch pieces underneath me. My lard was now free to spill out around me. I was over a ton of fat, sweaty lard. My ass cheeks and belly both spilled out over two feet around me.

My fat lard continued to expand and grow as I started to slurp on the lard tube again. Eventually, the pizza boxes that were on the ground were now covered in a foot deep of my blubber. The room started to feel increasingly small as my ocean of flab expanded. The live stream blew up. People were donating tons and tons of money as my body expanded larger and larger.

I had become a mound of blubber. My belly continued to gurgle and growl for more food, even though I was consuming gallons and gallons of lard each minute. My rolls of fat were bloating and expanding around me, covering more and more of the floor. The floor started to groan and creak underneath my mass. I felt it slope downward under my ass cheeks. My face was dripping in sweat – correction – EVERYTHING was dripping with sweat.

Farts and belches continued to be released from my gassy, bloated mountain of lard. The walls all shook and the house trembled. The wall that my ass cheeks were now slapping against had become stained with my ass sweat. I continued to grunt and snort like the beast I was. I no longer cared about what the chat was saying, all I wanted to do was eat and consume.

“MUST…EAT…MUST…GROW!” My deep voice boomed out.

The front door swung open and entered my girlfriend. She fanned her face from the clouds of my gas. I finished the very last of the lard – emptying the massive tank of the stuff that was installed to the house. I was massive. Rolls of fat were pushing against the walls around me. My lard was engulfing the table that my computer was on. I chuckled heartily – my rolls of fat heaving and wobbling as I did. My girlfriend dropped everything in her hands and jumped into me. She sank deep into my lard.

“I love you, Robby!” She cried out.

“I KNOW, BABE! LOOK AT WHAT A MASSIVE FUCKIN’ GLUTTONOUS HOG I AM!“

“I know! Look at how huge you are!”

“THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!” I snorted.

My girlfriend climbed up my belly. My nipples were now spilling out of the armholes of my ripped up tank top. She started to suck on my nipples. Playing with them using her tongue. I just sat back and belched. Slobber covered her body, which was soaking up my sweat. I looked at the camera and winked at the live chat. The house groaned as I continued to expand outward. I was huge. I was a glutton. I was a mountainous slob. I was only going to get bigger.