Crack

Robert sighed as he finished his lunch; he couldn’t stand staying in that office any longer than he had to. It was soul destroying, but if he wanted the top job he had to work his way up. However it had been three years now and he had barely made any progress up the career ladder, while every time he did make some progress it meant a ton of extra work and stress. Robert was working himself to the bone and it didn’t feel like any of it was worth it, the only part of his day he enjoyed was his lunch hour where he would sit on a bench in the park and people watch. Today he happened to be watching a group of builders and labourers renovate the old bandstand that had stood in the park for years and today happened to be the day the trickster was lurking nearby.

Robert watched intently as the workers milled about, chatting, laughing and joking with each other, it seemed that work was their last priority as they often went for smoke breaks and cups of coffee. Over an hour the men had barely moved two pieces of metal and picked up a few cans of paint, Robert was sure that when there supervisor came marching over they would all be reprimanded but instead he let out a ginormous fart, much to everyone’s amusement, joined them for a cigarette and started up a conversation about last night’s match. Robert sighed as he watched the men barely work and envy bubbled up inside him. Work wasn’t stressful for these men, work wasn’t isolating, they weren’t just a cubicle in a huge office, they had fun, they had friends and as Robert watched as saw the pale ass crack of a builder he realised just how carefree they were.   

Robert would think it strange that the sight of another man’s ass crack would have him longing for a different life and as he got up from his bench and began the trudge back to his office he couldn’t get those men out of his mind. They didn’t have to wear suits, they didn’t have targets to meet, and they didn’t have to worry about who they had to beat for the next promotion they just did their job, had a laugh and went home. The whole experience just kept on playing on Robert’s mind but it was only when he was faced with his bleak, grey office building that the wish finally lipped from his lips.

“I wish I had it easy like those guys in the park”

It was then a slither of green smoke snaked across the pavement towards Robert, once it reached his trouser leg it shot upwards and with a cold, gust and girlish squeal from Robert, the smoke shot up his ass and swirled inside him.  

Robert turned red from embarrassment at his childish scream he had just let out, thankfully not many people noticed. Robert had then hoped to hurry to the lift and back to his floor without many people seeing him but as he took a step his stomach gurgled and growled, causing Robert immense pain and quickly he shuffled to the toilet on the ground floor. Before Robert could even close the door his stomach bubbled and he had no control over the thunderous burp he let roar from his mouth. Now if Robert hadn’t have been so embarrassed by his action he might of noticed his belch reeked of beer and fast food despite having not consumed either but Robert was far too distracted to worry about his odorous burp as his stomach was continuing to grumble. Robert groaned in pain as his stomach groaned back at him, with another gurgle Robert was forced to bend over to relieve some of the pressure that had suddenly built up in his belly and like a fog horn a thumping, wet fart echoed out of his ass.  Robert almost gagged on the smell, his nose had never been assaulted with a stench like it and Robert was even more horrified knowing that he had produced such a hideous smell. Robert was about to rush to the toilets half expecting himself to shit his pants but before he could turn around the pain in his stomach intensified and pressure rose immensely. Robert was forced to stand up right as his stomach expanded and Robert looked down in horror as his shirt grew tight as a new belly started to protrude out from it. 

Robert panicked as the pain persisted, the gurgling in his stomach growing louder, the pressure only increasing and his belly ever expanding. Robert didn’t know what to do as he watched his previously flat, toned stomach balloon outwards and stretch his shirt, the buttons already looking like they were starting strain. In his frenzy Robert pushed down on his growing belly and soon found that to be a big mistake as a soon as he pushed down a groaning fart rocketed out of his ass and booming burp blew out of his mouth, the smell making his eyes water. Robert was left choking on his own body’s noxious fumes, while his stomach continued to grow, by now it had turned into a sizeable hump and his shirt was completely ill fitting as his skin poked through the growing gaps between the buttons. Robert knew he needed to call for help, what was happening wasn’t natural and the smell his body was producing was almost toxic but as he tried to reach for his phone in his pocket the pressure increased once again and the pain caused Robert to grab his belly, causing another fart and burp to escape. However as Robert held his growing belly he had expected it to feel hard and full of air, like he was grabbing an inflatable or a tire but instead what he felt was soft. Robert almost burst into tears as he realised his stomach wasn’t filling with air but was actually filling with soft, squishy fat. It was as Robert was squeezing his new fat that he felt the pressure inside him release slightly, at first Robert braced himself for another disgusting fart but instead he felt something much worse as he felt the pressure once again but this time it was all over his body. Robert screamed in agony and distress as fat bubbled up all over his body, his stomach still growled and grew but now his also had a growing set of moobs, his arms and legs were growing softer, his ass felt constricted by his tight trousers and his face felt fuller and swollen. Robert turned to the toilet mirror and sobbed as he watched his previously fit body blow up with fat and air, in one last ditch attempt to stop his expansion into obesity Robert pushed down at the growing fat all over his body. Each time he pushed at his arms, face, tits and ass he felt the air move and rush out of his ass or mouth and fat would quickly take his place. It was with one final push on his now enormous belly and one final spluttering, droning, reeking shart that the growth finally stopped while his trousers ripped and his shirt buttons finally gave up as Robert’s new big jiggling gut bounced forward and wobbled in his reflection.

Robert was sobbing as he looked at his now fat body, half naked, surrounded by the stink of his own eye watering fart. He was now clearly obese and it was takes years, perhaps even a decade to shift all of the fat that now covered his body. Robert was devastated which was why is was so surprised when he felt his cock begin to stir in his briefs. At first Robert was disgusted at himself for his body being turned on by his own destruction and foul stench, he willed himself to think of the most unappealing things but even that did not seem to stop his cock from creeping out of his underwear and getting hard. Once it was hard Robert then felt an uneasy feeling, he had hoped his ordeal was over but then his cock began leaking cum and as it did Robert felt slightly weaker. Robert had to steady himself as his cock dribbled out cum and almost instantaneously he became drained of all energy. Robert quickly started to panic again as he looked down at his cock to see what was happening, he was shocked to see his cock slowly drip more and more cum into the sink below, however as Robert was staring down at his cock he noticed something even more frightening, one of the hairs on his now massive belly was turning grey.  Robert watched with morbid curiosity as the single dark hair lost its deep black colour and slowly turned a greyish white. Robert couldn’t understand why just one hair had changed colour but when he looked back at up at his reflection he saw that wasn’t the case. Robert yelped with fright and despair as he saw the hairs on his face and head had also started to turn grey but that wasn’t all. His face looked like it was changing, horrified Robert watched as deep lines, grooves and wrinkles started to appear on his face, his fat body began to sag even further and his body began to ache. Robert went into a frenzy as he realised what was happening to him, but as he tried to get help once again his cock started shooting out more cum and his body felt too weak to even move. Robert was basically paralysed from his lack of energy and all he could do was slump on the toilet wall and watch as his cock unloaded litres of cum and his unloaded years of his life. By the time his cock had finished Robert was left with no hair on his head, his facial hair was now grey, his belly now hung down over his waist band and his ass felt fatter than ever. No longer was Robert looking at his new obese self but instead he was looking at his now middle aged obese self. 

Robert just wanted to slide down the toilet wall to the floor and hope that it would swallow him up, he couldn’t look at his reflection anymore he disgusted himself, his old fat smelly body was the complete opposite to the thin, young groomed man that had entered the toilets just minutes before. What was he going to do? He couldn’t ask anyone for help because who would recognise him now? He couldn’t call anyone because how would he explain what had happened? And he couldn’t even leave the toilet, his shirt and trousers were in tatters, he had a sink full of cum in front of him and he stank of a blocked toilet. Thankfully the trickster had a solution for Robert as green smoke swirled behind him causing him to turn around and see a bright yellow, fluorescent jump suit hanging from one of the hooks on the toilet door. Robert started to weep as he looked at the item of clothing as he realised what had befallen him was something he had inadvertently wished for. Robert thought he would have rather died than put on that work gear and exit out of his office but as if it was the most normal thing in the world his body acted on its own and got dressed while binning his former clothes and life. Robert tried to stop himself, he tried to regain control as he got into the workmen’s attire but after having thirty years of life drained from him and having gained 150 pounds of fat Robert was just too weak. Much to his despair and humiliation Robert’s body paraded out of the toilet, marched past some of his former colleagues and to add insult to injury let rip an enormous echoing fart as he did. 

Robert was screaming internally as he pounded on the invisible walls keeping him from gaining control but he could do nothing as his body walked back to the park he had been at moments before. He was met with laughs and cheers as Big Rob made his way back from using the crapper at the fancy office building across the street. Robert wept as his own body started talking without his consent as he retold the story of how he farted on his way out just to piss off the posh pricks inside. The gang of workies laughed and all of them commented on how gassy and disgusting Big Rob was which was met with Robert’s body raising one leg and giving them all another disgusting spluttering fart. Robert wailed as he inhaled his own new disgusting, shit smelling stink before his body lit a cigarette and a new disgusting taste took the farts place. Robert’s body stopped and took a long drag of the cigarette and looked at his former office building, somehow knowing he would never set foot in there again as his new fat bodied waddled over to some metal and bent over to get a better look, his chubby ass crack exposed and on display for all the public to see.

Robert never did regain control and unfortunately he never came to turns with his body’s new owner, see Big Rob was disgusting, slobby, dumb, greedy and gross but mostly he was carefree. While most of his time was spent eating unhealthy, greasy food, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer his other hobby was farting and burping for the other men and lads he was working for. Every time Big Rob farted, Robert was forced to endure it and every single time the smell brought him to tears. See Big Rob didn’t worry about his health, he didn’t worry about his job and he certainly didn’t care what anyone thought of him, he was stress free and now so was Robert. Robert no longer stressed about promotions, deadlines and data instead all he worried about was the awful beer farts and shits he would have to deal with after another night out with Big Rob.