Munchies: Apartment Complex - Scott and Brenda

The couple cuddled on the couch watching a movie.  They both seemed depressed due to Scott's recent trouble of payments and Brenda's argument with someone who was once a close friend of hers.  They both seem tired and had a bowl of popcorn and chips that they munch on. Not because they were hungry, but simply because they were bored.  It soon becomes late into the night as they will soon find that they slept through the whole day.

The man is awoken by the sound of loud music playing as the credits roll; he sees the bowl of chips in his lap and goes to grab a bite, and the crunching noise from him stirs his wife sleeping on his shoulder.  Brenda wakens and looks at the clock to see the time. It wasn't bothersome until see looked out the window to find that it was 'P.M.' rather than in the morning.  Soon she hears quiet laughter and realized that it wasn't from the rolling credits.  “Was that you?” she asked Scott.

“What?” he replied, trying to stay awake.  “No it wasn't me, must be the movie sound track.”  He grabs a few more chips as she reaches for the popcorn.  The laughing is heard again, coming from in the room.

“That's weird,” Brenda said worrying, “it sounds like it is coming from behind us.”  Soon, a group of three feet tall grey blobs appear from the couch.  They were short, toothless, grinning chubby blobs with very pronounced fat cheeks and pudgy little arms and legs.  “What the hell are those?!?”

"We're the Munchies!" they grinned mischievously.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Scott asked as the couple both sat up from the couch.

The little blobs wobble about in front of them.  "You two are so very slim, we are here to make you less trim!" they chant.  The blobs take their arms and pull them up off the couch and lead them towards the kitchen.  The Munchies start opening the fridge and cabinets and pull out tons of food.  All of which the couple swore were empty moments ago.  “This won’t take long – you have time to grow.  And the more that you eat, the more it will show."

“Where did all of this food come from?” Brenda asked, not entirely sure what was going on.

"Don't worry about the feast, we will feed you growing beasts." they cheered.  They both take a seat, both stunned as their tummies rumble at the sight of all of the food.  The grey little blobs work their way masterfully around the kitchen preparing a feast that could feed a dozen.

“Why are you doing this?” Scott asked as his stomach growled.

"To munch, is what you want to do, and we have come here to help you." the little creatures sing as they put the food in front of them.  The couple can’t help but eat.  “You've dreamed of pizza pies and sweets, which now we'll let you eat and eat!”

“This food is amazing, how are you doing this?” he asked as they eat more and more of the impossibly tasty food, even though they were already getting full.

"Obese you will be, just you wait and see! We are your friends, and offer treats -- candy, cookies, chocolate sweets.”  They continued to grab food from the kitchen as the two lovers chowed on the feast.  They didn't even listen to their little song, not even understanding a damn word of it. Too busy eating. “You must eat lots, of this and that, in order that you will get fat!"

Scott can see the look on Brenda’s face that she’s enjoying the feast as much as he is, although they are both in discomfort from eating way too much.  They can’t stop themselves. The little blobs dance about as they eat and eat.  “Honey, are you okay?” Scott managed to get out between mouthfuls of greasy pizza.

“I feel like I'm in a dream...and I'm a bit drowsy.”  Brenda reaches for another treat, and finds a chubby hand instead. The Munchies took that as a cue and start getting them up of the chairs.  They start moving them again as they pull on their arms.

"Well you can relax and slouch, perhaps the bed, or even the couch." The Munchies push their ankles and bring a train of food behind them.

“Seriously, I can walk.” Brenda mentioned.

“Me too....” Scott added as he can feel them ushering them to their feet and herding them back towards the couch.  “Oh I am so full....”  He notices that his clothes feel tighter, but he assumes it is from all of the food.  Scott also notices that Brenda looked chubbier all over.... His concentration is broken as they plop on the couch and the blobby critters bring them huge Sundays.

"Eat, eat, this magical treat.  For dessert it can’t be beat.  Skin and bones will be no more; you need more meat on those bones.”  They sit on the couch as the Munchies move up and lift Scott’s shirt to show a gut.  Brenda is puzzled.  They've never been pudgy in their lives!  The Munchies begin moving it, massaging it as they set Brenda’s feet on the table and massage those to induce lethargy.  Even more continue to feed the couple treats.

“Oh....” Scott moans as they rub his overstuffed gut and feeds him more food.  “You can't do this to us.”  He see that Brenda is still eating as the rub her feet.  He has to do a double take, her feet look really puffy, and in fact all of her legs look thicker.  They continue to eat and eat until they can't anymore and fall into a deep slumber as the Munchies sang them a custom lullaby.

When you're feelin' bored or blue, call on your friends: the Munchies!
We'll find ways of helping you munch when you're not hungry.

Plump is what Scott’s going to be
That is what suits him, don’t you agree?
He really isn’t the dieting type,
Which is why he’ll become so round and ripe.

Brenda will have many long days of stuffing,
She’ll become so large and be huffing and puffing:
Sexy are her clothes, even tighter than before,
Already quite fat but she's plumping up more!

Tomorrow we will stuff your face,
All day to put you in your place.
Your metabolism will be out of whack;
So you'll never get your figure back.
Only remember that you will be fat blobs
As it’s the one and only Munchie’s job.

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Brenda awoke from quite the slumber and groggily moved her head to find Scott sleeping next to her.  She began to sit up, but found it difficult than usual.  As she continued to push, she gave in and fell back to the couch.  She fully opened up her eyes and found out why.  She was fat, chubby more like it.  Her shirt was pulled up to shown a bloating, flabby belly, giving out a muffin-top.  Her ass spread beneath her on the couch. Brenda looked over to see that Scott was just as fat as she was.  They must have been two-hundred pound at most.  She looks around the room, empty snack wrappers, potato chip bags, boxes and more cluttered the room.  “What...what happened?” she said as she pushes her fingers in her belly as they sink like dough.  “How did this happen?”

Scott wakes as he feels Brenda stir and looks at her, he is speechless at her new look, she must have gained quite a bit of weight.  He tries to readjust himself and sees that he has gotten just as fat.  His belly bugles out of his shirt and man boobs have grown.  His thighs and ass stretch his pants and he can feel a new double chin hang off of his face.  He pauses for a moment to think and get past the shock.  “I’m not so sure myself.” he says as he looks around the room.  “Do you remember anything about eating all the food last night?”  Right on cue the fat little blobs waddle in the room.

"Oh you are awake, you must need food.   We hope that happy is your mood.  Groaning bellies will be no more, eat and grow, grow, grow!"

“Listen here you blobs, I don't want to BE fat! You need to fix this!” Brenda yelled, grabbing at her own flab to emphasize her point.  The Munchies gave that familiar giggle and moved around the room to better survey their forms.

"There may be no point to build you up into pigs. But keep in mind that it's our only gig! Hehehehehehe."

“You can't do this you little bastards.” Scott said.  The Munchies erupt in a laugh that shakes their bloated bodies.  One wheels in a cart filled with all sorts of fattening pastries.  They begin to make an assembly line to get the pastries to their mouths.  They hold one to Scott’s lips and he tries to resist but it just smells too sweet.  He can hear from Brenda’s moans that she had given in as well.

"Come now and eat, you deserve a fattening treat."  Brenda unknowingly licked her lips as she watches the food come from the blobbed assembly line as two main Munchies do the work of feeding them. "If you were wondering why we popped in, it was because you looked so thin.  You're too skinny and looked funny, so why stop now when you're still hungry?"

They munch away at the massive amount of food on the cart.  Scott is taken back by the flavor and doesn't even bother to question how he has eaten more than two dozen donuts and three pies and still have room for more.  The little gray critters keep the food coming as fast as they can to shove it down their throats.  "Keep eating just like cows, for we will make you fat as sows." The blobs cheered.

There was no doubt that their clothing was getting tighter.  Soon Brenda sees a mini Munchie crawl upon the couch to help tear the seams that were already ripping apart.  Soon she sees a plate of burgers coming, grilled to perfection.  "Here, eat this, and pretty soon, you'll blow up like big balloons. Just make sure you eat the buns, so that belt will come undone."  The seams of her jeans rip across her bloated thighs.  Her belly forces its way across her lap and provides a resting place for breasts stuffed into a bra that must be two or three cup sizes too small.  A Munchie runs over with scissors and cuts off her top leaving her in just a bra and panties that might as well resemble a thong.

"Are your clothes to small?  Or are you just as round as a ball?" they sang.  Scott was still astonished by how much food he was taking in.  He swore that he could actually feel himself getting fatter.  His ass expands on the couch and stretches out his waistband as they take the scissors and cut his shirt clean off.  He chewed on a cream puff as more were on the way.  "Don't quit now, have another, so it can sit and turn to blubber! Eat them up and fill your tummy. We can tell you think they're yummy."

Brenda can feel her thighs now mashing together all the way from hips to the knees.  As the creatures feed her a whole wedding cake, a Munchie comes over and rubs some butter on her finger.  They need it to get the ring off before her fingers get too fat.  Her ass, the biggest part of her, is becoming colossal. "Yes eat the whole cake, for we have much more to bake."

Scott can feel his belly becoming rounder, overlapping whatever was left of his jeans and forming flabby love handles that pushed his plump arms farther away.  He continued to eat in an attempt to defeat the hunger.  "Here munch THIS! Here munch THAT! Soon you're not just bored, you're FAT!"

Brenda’s position on the couch changes as her ass swells fatter and fatter.  Her breasts begin to overflow her bra as it gives in to their flabby new size.  The seams of her pants have burst from her waist to her knees and getting tight on what is left.  "Go on and burst your seams, you’re fatter than you wildest dreams!"  She has now developed a pace with the Munchies, immediately biting on anything they give.  They all gathered around again, the feast was over....for now.

“Ugh, look at us. Look at how fat you made us!” She screamed.

"Hehehehehe. No silly, YOU made you fat. You sure did good eating all of that."

“Stop this, just leave us alone!” Scott pleaded.

"You yell for us to halt, but can't see this is your entire fault.”

“Honey, just look at us. I'm never going to get my figure back!” Brenda whined.

"You'll plop on that couch as two plump lovers, this isn't over as you'll soon discover."

“How could we have gained weight this fast!?”  Scott moaned.

"Your love of food has made you tubby, but you will soon be more than chubby." Soon the Munchies walked off, ready to plan ahead and move on to the next renters staying next door.  The couple sit in their fattened forms, wondering how this was even possible.  Their full stomachs were making them tired.  They soon fell asleep on the couch as the Munchies began to sing their closing song.

You both looked just as thin as twigs.  That’s why we turned you into pigs.
As you watch us begin the feed, realize that food is all you’ll even need.
You’re now our own fattening puppets, as we command you fill your stomachs.
When you realized all this was not a dream, it was too late to stop our scheme.

Just know that when you’re eating just like a sow,
That you're a victim of the Munchies now.

We saw you here all bummed and bored, and then soon came the Munchie horde.
The snacks in the fridge are always chilled, as Scott’s hunger is unfulfilled.
We kept food in cabinets stacked and stuffed, as Brenda’s body makes her huff and puff.
We thought we’d feed you on the couch, the perfect place to eat and slouch.
And as you ate all through the night, we cut the clothes before they got too tight.

Just remember this as you chow,
That you’re a victim of the Munchies now.

What can we say about their bodies?
Ample and heavy, by no means shoddy;
His belly's large, which is just as well
With his healthy appetite, as we can tell.
She's a pear in shape, so her buttocks are wide:
Sexy clothed or bare, impossible to hide.

Fattening you two was so much fun, but our work here is done.
We’ve got other folks to visit, but it’s really not so bad now, is it?
Tubby is what you two now shall be, for the entire world to see.
Don’t worry about the why or how, because you’re under the power of the Munchies now!

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Scott was the first of the fattened couple to awake.  He looked over to Brenda as she still slept on the couch next to him.  With his 415 pound body, he leaned his back against the couch, trying his best not to wake her.  The couch groaned and creaked as springs popped out of place.  He sets his feet firmly on the floor.  He tightens the muscles in his legs and uses all his strength to stand up.  He pulls on the arm rest and soon enough, he’s on his own two plump feet.  He repositions himself ready to walk.  He turns his head to look back at Brenda.  A sigh of relief comes as she’s still sound asleep and he waddles out of the room and heads for the kitchen.

He moves around the mess on the floor watching his step.  The first thing he sees as he walks in the kitchen is an array of food beautifully spread across the table.  It was an utter feast of breakfast portions.  Scott wasted no time in getting his heft towards the chair to sit down.  Once seated, he pulled the stack of pancakes forward and started chowing down.  The fluffiness of the pancake batter mixed with the gooey syrup and the hint of butter was the way to start the feast.  He spends every savory moment chewing the pieces one by one.

Scott’s mouth was halfway around a cinnamon bun when he saw Brenda coming towards the food.  She sounded about ready to collapse carrying all that heft around, all 471 pounds of it.  She panted and gasped as she shuffled her way over to the table.  Her bloated legs moved forward but her feet never left the ground.  Her ass jiggled like the beat of a song.

The fat was formed on her body in a way that she had to hunch over as she moved closer.  She looked like she was about to sweat and she just woke up.  She moved carefully and lowered her butt into the chair as her eyes showed the anticipation of shoveling down everything in front of her down her throat.

“So hungry.” she panted as she started eating.  The obese slob showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.  So the newly fattened couple sat there eating more and more, filling their stretched out stomachs.  Sometime later their stomachs would be full, or at least content.  Then they’ll spend the rest of the day slouching, cuddling, watching television or something like that until they went to sleep.  Then they will wake up the next day with their fridge and cabinets refilled and the table decorated with meals.  All of it thanks to their new caretakers, the Munchies.

As Brenda moaned at the delicious taste of the food, she could have sworn she heard a giggle.  She paid no mind to it and continued eating. ‘Must have been the television.’ she thought.