Turtle Pudge Obsessed

Raph working the grill-top at the fast food joint, happy that he's making $$$ that he doesn't have to beg Leo for, but knowing that the rounding of his apron, and widening of his hips from being around so much delicious tempting grease is something he'll have to deal with soon...

Mikey rubbing his hands on Leo's potbelly as he stuffed a brownie into his bro's mouth.

"Just keep eating," Mikey whispered in Leo's ear, "let yourself go, let yourself get soft, give into your vices and just... GORGE..."

Donnie exclusively using his hoverbed even though he wasn't even close to being immobile at 350 lbs, knowing that the less he used his legs, the more they would atrophy and would INDUCE his dependence on the machine and thus keeping Leo from nagging him too much about "training."

600 lb Mikey going out of his way to "accidentally" hip check his bros while waddling down the hall, letting them know that even though he was big, hefty, and slow, he carried a lot of MASS, mass that he could use to sit on them if they complained too much about his size...

Mikey adjusting the straps around Raph's wrists as Donnie fiddled with the dial of the tube feeder, the two grateful that the ambient noise from the increased flow drowned out the cries of protest from their formerly fit now 800 lb bro being stuffed full of heavy cream...

750 lb Donnie folding his thick fat rolls, hefting his massive apron of a gut, and cupping his thick moobs, feeling the WEIGHT of all that thick, meaty blubber that seemed to melt in his chubby sausage-sized fingers.

God he loved being FAT...

Mikey turning in bed and covering his ears with his pillow as the noisy grunts and groans from Leo, now 750 lbs, echoed through the wall as he struggled to roll out of bed.

Mikey: For suck a lazy fat fuck why does he still insist on getting up so early...?

Leo stress eating.
Leo stress eating and getting a sweet tooth.
Leo stress eating and midnight binging.
Leo stress eating and getting addicted to MSG.
Leo stress eating and in diet denial.

Leo stress eating his way into a 450 lb cellulite-riddled, greasy blubber body...

Mikey making a new year's resolution to gain weight, followed by Leo pointing out Mikey already having gained 300 lbs of cellulite-riddled, jiggly blubber over the last calendar year, with Mikey reiterating that it is enough weight... yet...

Mood:

Turtles getting fat off eggnog.
Turtles getting fat off Christmas cookies.
Turtles getting fat off holiday ham.
Turtles getting fat off advent calendar chocolates.
Turtles getting fat off gallon jugs of hot cocoa.

Donnie sipping his coffee as he checked the computer read outs from the feeder hoses, before checking the security cameras, seeing 1500 lb Leo guzzling like should, 1700 lb Mikey's cheeks swell with liquid lard, and 1800 lb Raph napping even as calories pumped down his throat...

Maybe one day!

The turtle bros forcing Raph to run on the treadmill, despite the 400 lbs of flab that forcefeed onto his frame, humiliating the sweaty, overweight turtle as he gets winded after just 15 seconds of movement...

Mikey demonstrating his natural "athleticism" not by getting in shape, but somehow being still mobile at 950 lbs waddling back and forth from the fridge to the couch, his jostling, wobbling frame causing the lair to shake when plodding to the kitchen to get his next snack...

850 lb Leo being guided down the hall by his bros, each assuring him his size doesn't matter, not to worry about his weight, and that in just a few short, plodding, shuffling steps he'd be in the kitchen for his third breakfast of the morning...

Donnie working an IT tech job to support the family, taking up what little time he would spend training sitting in his desk chair snacking and "helping" customers.

Of course, a year later, he's up 120 lbs, lost all his ninja nimbleness and is addicted to energy drinks and chips.

Chubby Donnie implanting microchips in his bros' necks so that while they sleep he can remote pilot their bodies to the kitchen to sleep eat.

Months (and 100 lbs) later, Don gets the last laugh at his increasingly tubby bros:

"Who's the FAT one now...?"

Leo too tired after his 5th 12 hour shift in a row at Burger Palace to care that he was eating more and more fast food lately and had already resulted in an extra 40 lbs caking to his frame, the emergency of a small paunch out of his torso.

He'd focus and cut back... "later"...

Leo hefting his newly acquired paunch, reveling in the weight of the blubbery mound, the size of the pile of adipose, the softness of the accumulating blubber, and the heft of the turtle lard...

"I think I like this..."

Leo leaning down to whisper into Raph's ear as he stuffs another eclair into Raph's maw:

"Remember you DESERVE to have your physique ruined. You DESERVE to be fattened up. You DESERVE to be made flabby and useless. You DESERVE to be a blubbery pig of a turtle..."

Donnie getting too fat for his hover chair.

Donnie getting too fat for his sausage sized fingers to fix his hover bed.

Donnie getting too fat to stand up and threaten to sit on his bros if they don't help him fix his hover chair.

Donnie getting too fat to fat to do anything.

1400 lb Mikey belching himself awake as the reverberations shake his blubbery figure with tidal-wave like ripples that cause the layer to rubble, consequently waking his bros who would start preparing his first of seven breakfast feedings of the day...

Raph knowing his packing on weight, but he didn't care.

Raph knowing his muscles were softening, but he didn't care.

Raph knowing he was getting out of shape, but he didn't care.

Raph knowing his addiction to cookies wasn't only worsening his waistline, but he didn't care.

Donnie, sick of the "chore" of eating to nourish his body, installs a portal feeding system to his stomach.

Of course he doesn't know Mikey has been sneaking in at night to add an extra 10k cals worth of butter to the external portal, hence Don's recent spike in weight.

"This is mandatory stomach-training, no you cannot stop because you feel 'full.' This is a test of wills, mind over matter, so keep EATING!" Leo barked before grabbing Mikey's plump head & shoving it into the cake, holding firm while Mikey chewed his way to breath of fresh air...

Hot-headed Leo and quick-tempered Raph still getting into weird arguments, even in the middle of ninja retirement as they yet against squabbled over who's pot belly was bigger, resulting in an aggressive belly-bumping match that Mikey just watched, popcorn in hand...

Donnie huffing impatiently as the hydraulic lift hoisted in his 1600 lb frame up into a sitting position, then had to wait AGAIN for his courier bot to grab the 6 pizzas from the fridge for his breakfast.

How annoying...

Leo finding a second passion in competing in pie eating contests, as a measure of his own control over his body to push pass the limits of consumption (i.e. mind over body). Sure that means he plumped up to 450 lbs within a year, but winning was far too gratifying...

Mikey belching in Donnie's maw, shortcircuiting the brainiac's mind, making him suddenly forget the lecture on "diet and exercise" and suddenly feeling hungry himself.

Mikey just smirked, knowing the gluttonous "virus" had been spread to yet another turtle...

Leo using his guided meditation of the ninja gang to implant subconscious seeds of gluttony, lethargy, and gainerism, so that when the turtles start packing on weight and skipping training, he (Mr. Perfect) can use the excuse to let himself go and relax too...