Max Reynard | Morphelio

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A man is inflated into extreme obesity, and density, sending him plummeting through the Earth and down to the Underworld. Follow him on his journey, through the circles of hell, to return to the Overworld where he can return the favor against his aggressor.

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Chapter 01 – Gravity is Not Your Friend

Landlord: honestly, I don’t much care who’s in the wrong here. You and your downstairs neighbor are both pissing me off. I keep the place up to par, the tenants leave me the hell alone. That’s the deal.

Dorian: I’m not doing anything weird up here, that guy’s ridiculous. I’m just walking around like normal.

Landlord: you sure you’re not stomping around? I can see the remnants of your past few fast food orders sprawled out across the counter there. Those just from today?

Dorian: I -! What the hell does that matter?! What I eat is –

Landlord: I’m just saying. You started renting from me six months ago and you must be up at least 30 or 40lbs since then. Maybe you don’t realize how heavily your stepping. Just try to keep those arches from falling completely and tip toe about, huh?

Dorian: Seriously, Prick?! Go to Hell!

Landlord: … *smirking* .. ya know what. The hell with both of you … you first.

Narrator: The anger that gnarled our protagonist’s face melted away, replaced instead by a combination of fear, discomfort and nausea. He hunches forward, wrapping both arms around his midsection as a symphony of bubbles, growls and gurgles emanates loudly from his suddenly quite active guts.

The noises and the sloshing seem to vibrate through his entire body. Even the windows rattle and flecks of dust spin up into the air from surfaces around the room. When his face turns up from staring, eyes clenched at his belly, it appears puffy and continues to swell with the appearance of fat. Before long, this rapid swelling, this inflation of fat, spreads across his skin from head to toe.

The man feels unbelievably heavy, full of pressure .. even denser. He can hardly support his own weight as the shirt he wears curls up over a massively round belly, catching on a pair of fat tits that only grow bigger. He feels his feet grow longer, wider and thicker in his shoes until the leather groans as loudly as he is.

A high-pitched whine escapes his lips amongst the panic as his feet burst through the shoes like a cannon fire, fabric tearing and allowing the flesh of his feet to flop forward and continue spilling outward with his persistent expansion. The legs of his pants tear, first up the calves … then the thighs burst free and shake violently like gelatin. The seat of his pants tears to shreds just as his shirt is pulling apart, allowing the voluminous meat of both tits and ass to lunge forward and then drop heavily. With this, the muscles of his legs are overwhelmed. He stumbles backward in time to catch himself on the seat of a sturdy chair.

Like his own, the chair legs are quickly overcome beneath the unbearable weight that has accumulated within him in a matter of minutes. Groans escape him only occasionally now. Between the gas and the shock, he emits mostly vicious belches and flatulence. He crashes to the floor under hundreds of pounds of new weight, looking like he’s been flooded with biscuit dough. His torso is a gigantic balloon with fat tits and ass cheeks bulging out from it. His cock, and even his shoulders and hips, becoming completely buried. His limbs stick out, fixed at odd angles, able only to wiggle fruitlessly.

The man cries out between the belches, feeling gravity push him down into the unforgiving wooden floor with increasing force. When our densely packed marshmallow man hits a tonne in weight, having grown so large as to smash over furniture in every direction and to force cracks into the walls between which he is jammed, the floor beneath gives a last croak and then bursts open. Into the new hole, he drops like a Mac truck falling from the sky. His vast body cushions the fall but the cement floor beneath him has splintered into several cracks.

Then the fat advances past his elbows and knees … down his forearms and calves … finally bubbling around massive hands and feet to swallow them whole. Five thousand pounds of fat lard, being wrenched to the ground under gravity. His barely audible, muffled shrieks intermingle amongst the sounds of the earth shaking. The cement cracks some more, denting deeper, and eventually crumbles completely.

He burrows into the dirt beneath the foundation, crashing out the exterior walls of the building in all directions, and causes quakes that are felt from even miles away. The swelling never stops as his body crushes the earth beneath him. As he grew larger, he grows ever denser too. Tens of thousands of pounds by half an hour’s time, crashing down deeper and deeper into the ground until he is too far down to see from the surface.

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Chapter 02 – Prologue

From a tenant building in Old Morphelio, Dorian fell. Body growing out of control, density increasing as fast as he was gaining volume. Enrobed in fat until he no longer resembled a human shape. A blob of glistening, puffy flesh, quivering against the forces of the wreckage collapsing all around him. He fell as an enormous mound of dough, crashing through his clothes, through his furniture, through his floor, the floors of the units beneath his, and down into the Earth, as his landlord watched from above, cackling.

The incredible magic bore him deep into the dirt, destroying and displacing large slabs of stone and bedrock, forcing him past a deep reservoir of water, and smashing him through the upper mantle. Meanwhile, the landlord’s home rebuilt itself, in neater order than when he had arrived. As Dorian made his way through the solid silicate of the Earth’s mantle proper, a surprising series of caverns began to emerge and coalesce into a sort of tunnel – not that he could tell. When he finally slammed against a surface denser than he, there was an unexpected texture meeting his skin – crabgrass.

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The Old Gods crafted the Earth, but they did not populate it, nor had they managed to hold absolute dominion from the perch of their self-protecting isolation. To their fury, a new mythology of higher beings had become more relevant, and more powerful, in the lives of those springing from their lands …

On the day of the God-King’s explosion at the tit of Maximus’ treachery, man made assumptions about the fate of their opposing rulers. Both disappeared in the blast, and were thought destroyed, as their superior offspring set off to complete the conquering of the lands, becoming the ancestors of today’s modern descendants.

As Adam reached critical mass, feeding off Maximus’ milk, he saw only one solution that might work to neutralize his foe. Using his astounding capacity for stretching, he opened wide his maw, and sucked Maximus down into his gut. Maximus then unleashed a mighty stream of milk and seed, in his fury at being consumed, and Adam did explode … but he also survived.

Adam’s hole dilated wide and launched Maximus, with an ocean of seed and milk, down into the Earth, with enough force to bury him deep in its core. The blast launched Adam into orbit, where he came to circle the Earth in his round, blubbery form, as a satellite moon, where he could look down at his creations each night.

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Since the fates of Adam and Maximus were unknown to their descendants, and any clues now had millennia of time to cloak them, Dorian had no way of knowing where he was when he finally stopped sinking. He had no vision beyond his engorged, fat body, and no knowledge of this place. He did, however, have a very active sensation bouncing about in his guts, beyond the weight and the pressure of all the dough that had rounded and grounded him …

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Chapter 03 – Three Beasts of the Wood

Plop went Dorian but BOOM went the Earth. Almost entirely fat, as big as a house, and with a density that weighed him down by trillions of tons. He’d managed to break through the massive expanse of the planet’s mantle before arriving in a place whose ground was denser than his body under the landlord’s curse.

Yet, instead of being encased in contiguous stone, there was space around him. A dead air without the breath of wind. Sharp fingers with scratchy nails, and a bed of hard, itchy hair beneath him. He had landed on the edge of a path, in the crabgrass and the dark wood trees that lined its way. A dull light with a gray-brown glow emanated softly from everything, but Dorian’s vision was black, encased in fat.

Minutes could have been days or weeks, unmoving, before Dorian felt a new sensation on his engorged form. A paw, toying with a patch of flesh by his hip, then a rolling pur … then a chuckle. The laughter splintered into three tones, which rolled through the brush and surrounded Dorian, the only noise in a silent prison.

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“What do we have here?”

“How did it even get in this way?”

“And how did it grow so deliciously plump?”

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“Some beastly pig, lost control of his body?”

“A bloated bull, forcing his way through the stone?”

“Perhaps a whale found a cavern in the ocean and thought it would violate our sanctum?”

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Dorian’s muffled, inaudible response garnered only more laughter.

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“Sweet Satan, it’s a human. I’d say he ate the Earth that led him here.”

“Selfish creature. Thought he’d claw down to us and steal our secrets?”

“I say we roll him down the path and feed him to the lake Acheron. “

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“Yesss, the Acheron should do (all three).”

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Incontinence, the wolf, Violence, the lion, and Malice, the leopard, set upon Dorian. Clawing and pawing until they’d unwedged him from the bark of an enormous, gnarled oak. Pushed toward a hard dirt path that wound through the overgrown forest, his body met the incline of a hill, and he began to roll. A man, arms and legs splayed, trapped in a bubble of fat, unable to see, and hardly able to hear, but feeling himself tumble, shaking the Earth and his body like he was made of silicone rubber.

Falling, falling, falling again, this time while spinning and ping pong-ing off of trees. A new sensation was making itself known to Dorian, deep in his gut. Like bad indigestion, raging in his belly, and demanding an exit. It felt sizable, but so did he, so what could he tell. 

With each little bump in the dirt, each bang off the woods, the wrestling in Dorian’s belly intensified. The forest began to clear and its canopy opened to expose a massive cavern in the rock. At the foot of the hill, and a distance away, was a milky lake that led into the darkness. Before the lake, was a mist, like a steam rising from the ground.

Then Dorian slammed into a particularly large trunk, cracking it in two, but coming to an abrupt stop. The wolf, the lion, and the leopard growled and pounced to catch up, to shove him back onto the path. While they approached, his belly cramped down hard. He cried out and pushed down hard, feeling his hole dilate. Out through his hole, between his sweaty crack, and past the great expanse of his fat round cheeks, out popped another man, named Vinny.

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“What – WHAT?!” the man screamed out. “What the fuck is this place?!”

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The animals lowered themselves closer to the ground, stalking towards him, so Vinny grabbed a branch from the broken tree and swung it out as a threat. The beasts snapped, and hissed at him, but he stood his ground and lashed back with his makeshift weapon. They appeared at first incensed, then turned to one another, and took a seat to ponder.

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“Hmm, this one seems determined, friends.”

“Could it be more amusing if we released them?”

“Stayed up here and watched them gurgle down the drain?”

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“Mhmmm (all three).”

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Vinny watched as the three of them turned and slinked away into the dark of the forest canopy, returning him to his senses again, to take in his surroundings. He marveled at the sight, wondering how he got here, where he was. He stared back at the pink blob he’d slid out of, poked it, and realized it was flesh.

He fell back on his ass, scrambled to his feet and set off down the hill, toward a lantern at the edge of the mist. As he neared it, a humanoid silhouette cast shadow through the air and let out a sneer.

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“Not the usual route that humans take to us down here. Alive is certainly unusual, too. I’ll open the Fog Gate for you, but take your piggish friend there with you. I won’t have his stink befouling the woods.”

“What friend?”

The shadow pointed up the hill at Dorian.

“The pig you rode in when you invaded our realm. You might roll him down the hill, but he won’t be able to walk from there. Drain him, and then return to me here. Then I’ll … ‘help’ you forward.”

“Drain him??”

“*sigh* … life does not flee, nor spark anew in this place. There is nothing to replenish him, nor you for that matter. Drain him, and eventually he will return to his previous size.”

“Like … wait for him to …?”

“No. The come and go of food does not function the same down here. You will have to be more active. Climb into the folds, find his genitals, and milk him until you’ve relieved his pressure. Should only take you a few weeks.”

“That’s- are you insane? Is that thing up there even human?”

“Your stench is quite alike. I imagine you descended from the same place. You probably know one another. Go drain him. There is no other way forward.”

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Vinny sputtered, turned, and shuffled slowly up the hill, eyes glued to his feet. He met the great blob of Dorian’s ass cheek, stared without moving for an hour, then began trying to shove the fat in search of a crevice that housed his cock. After hours of searching and worming his way in between rolls, he found the treasure, and began to yank.

Luckily, the tap was easy to flow. Pressurized even. As Vinny jerked Dorian’s cock, fist and arm deep in his fat pad to reach it, Dorian’s balls churned out a jettison stream of cum. It filled the space, making Vinny turn away and grunt in disgust, then found egress through the cracks and flowed out through his folds, soaking the grass beneath him.

Vinny jerked and yanked without pause, for hours, then for days. By the time his feet were starting to poke out and feel dry air again, a couple weeks had passed. A few days later, Dorian’s hands and feet began to emerge, along with the top of his head. By the end of the next day, Dorian’s entire head was freed. Another week later, Dorian was a 600 pound man, lying on his back, limbs splayed, as Vinny knelt by his side and jerked out more loads from beneath his gut.

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“So our landlord was some sort of warlock?” Vinny asked, absentmindedly jerking Dorian and wiping a new splash of cum off from his cheek.

“I have no idea. Man, I was a week late on rent and he was bitching about me being noisy, this was an insane response. I’m gonna make him fucking pay for this. Oo, fuck, that was a big one.”

“You must have really been swelling like crazy not to notice an entire person getting lodged up your fat ass.”

“I was. I’m surprised my ass didn’t swallow up half the building … not that I’m glad you’re down here, but I’m glad you were here to help me.”

“Yeah, well. Let’s just finish getting you back to normal, and get out of here. That shadow thing said he’d let us through the mist. Hopefully, there’s a way back up to the surface from there. Wonder how far we fell.”

“This is …. probably Hell, right? Like, there are demonic creatures down here. We’re in Hell.”

“Yeah, I … I don’t know. I guess, probably ….. hey, on the bright side …. I think …. I’ve just tapped your keg, man.”

“Holy fuck, yes! Thank you! That’s amazing, lemme stand. God, I haven’t stood in weeks …. *ahem* … I think .. there’s some more you can do. I, uh, I wasn’t this chubby. I basically had a six pack.”

“…no you didn’t, man. I’ve seen you around the building plenty. Besides, nothing else is coming out. You look good. Let’s go.”

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Dorian blushed and followed the musclebound Vinny, both men stark naked, as they ventured down the hill towards the demonic gate keeper.

To Be Continued …

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