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First new story in quite some time. This new food delivery app seems too good to be true...

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Pavlov’s Pig – Extended Cut

Updated 6-Jan-25

I can’t seem to leave this story alone. I've added over a thousand words and given it a decent edit.

Enjoy!

*****

A thick creamy substance flows down the tube and into your mouth.

You swallow. It’s delicious and sweet. More cream fills your mouth. You gulp it down - It settles into your tummy. A vibration pulses around your cock.

'Good boy,’ your feeder coos. He grabs your leaking cock and gives it a squeeze. You shudder.

Feeder was tall and fit - with a domineering edge. A couple years your senior. You met him online. You went to the same college. He invited you over. He said he was a software engineering student? You couldn't remember. It didn't matter. He promised to make you fat – and that’s what you cared about. You were a shy slim twink, 5ft 8in and just 130 pounds soaking wet.

Ripe for the taking.

Another gulp of cream travels down your throat. Your cock buzzes and throbs.

You were nervous about the meeting; you'd never been fed before. You’d always wanted to gain, but the societal pressure around you was too much. Now, a freshman at university, you were free from parental control. Free from those small-town attitudes. Free to experiment with your kink. Free to give into your deepest desires.

'Mmffth!' you moan around the tube in your mouth. Every time you swallowed, a ring around your cock vibrated. Your devious feeder had connected the ring and the tube electronically. 

A finger traced your cock from base to tip. A thumb rubbed a pearl of precum over the head of your leaking cock.

Another swallow. The cock ring tightens. He smirks as he watches you writhe. He keeps you on edge.

You're so close. Precum flows down the side of your throbbing cock. He uses it like lube. You're getting full. The sweet cream takes up every inch of space inside you. But you can’t stop – not yet. You need to cum.  

You swallow again and again. Pleasure rides up your cock. You need more. You open your throat to the tube.

More. Faster. More pleasure. More!

You guzzle and gulp, ignoring the pain and pressure building in your bloated cream filled tummy.

You yelp in surprise. Feeder lifts up your legs. He plants his face between your smooth cheeks. A tongue runs along your taint.  

'Hrnnrghnnnnnnfthfthfth!' you lose control. Your Adam's apple bobs. The vibrations around your cock are constant now. The ring around your cock rolls up to that sensitive spot just just below the head of your cock. It stays there.

You're going to - oh fuck. You're cumming! 

Your wicked feeder laughs as he watches rope after rope of cum splatter across your distended cream-filled belly. Your feeder slides tongue across your tummy. He kisses you, snowballs you with your own cum. Feeding you one last serve of cream.

'Same time next week?' he asks.

You nod your head enthusiastically. You're panting too hard to speak.

*****

You step on the scale. 150 pounds. The heaviest you've ever been. Twenty pounds in a month. All thanks to your twice-weekly feedings sessions.

Feeder slaps your ass. The fresh pudge jiggles.

'It's a good start,' he taunts with a devilish glint in his eye.

'But we're just beginning,' he holds your gaze, looking down at you, his eyes smouldering with lust. Your cock throbs.

'Get in', he gestures to the machine.

You don't need to be told twice.

He hinted that he had upgraded the machine but hadn't told you what to expect. A blindfolds covers your eyes. Straps bind your wrist and ankles to the bed. You're at his mercy.

He puts the tube in your mouth. You suck, greedily, savouring the delicious cream. He won't tell you what he puts in it. But that doesn’t matter. It’s making you fatter and that's what you want. You’ve been catching yourself daydreaming in class, cock twitching at the mere thought of the cream.

A wet sensation hits your ass. His tongue? A finger? No. It's smooth, metallic, and hard. It pushes inside you. You gasp.

The tube slips from your mouth. Precious cream spills onto your chest. Briefly, you're unsure and hesitant. Is this what you want?

'It's okay cutie; you’re safe, I promise this will make you feel really good – just give it a go, we can stop if you don’t like it,' your feeder reassures you.

He pats your softening tummy, pinching a little fat roll that's begun to form around your belly button. That's all the reassurance you need. You nod, and he places the tube back in your mouth. Sweet delicious cream fills your mouth. You moan.

The ring around your cock vibrates. Then - the metallic rod inside your ass conducts a slight electrical current. Right onto that special spot inside you. You jump. You barely keep your mouth on the tube as you let out another horny moan. Your eyes flutter.

You're so distracted by the pleasure you briefly stop sucking again. But the moment you stop sucking, so do the vibrations on your cock and the electric tingling in your ass. You need more. You can't let it stop. It feels so good. You open your throat to the cream and start chugging. You need more. You must have more.

You hear your feeder laugh as you start writhing around. You manoeuvre yourself to get the metallic rod deeper inside you. Hips bucking to fuck yourself on it. You chug the cream.

Desperate. Horny. More. MORE.

Thick jets of cum explode from your cock drenching your face and chest. Your cream mixes with cream spilled from the tube. Your vision blackens. You thrash your head from side to side.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you keep your mouth around the tube. You’re almost sad the session is already over. You still have room for more. A tiny trickle of cream flows into your mouth. The gentlest of vibrations wracks your body in its post orgasmic state.

You can't see him, but your feeder watches the show. Curious to see what you’ll do next.

You whimper as you tentatively suck a tiny bit more cream into your already cream-filled belly. Your cock twitches in response, ready to go again. You’ve always been a horny boy, with terrible willpower. Staying up late at night to goon to fat boys and thoughts of getting fatter.

You need it. More cream. More pleasure.

Within moments you’re sucking on that tube as if your life depends on it. Your belly bulges.

‘Good boy, that’ll put a nice fat ass on you,’ your feeder teases. He holds out his phone, recording you as you moan and writhe.

A second mind-breaking orgasm wracks your body. You’re reduced to a messy puddle of sweat and cum. You pass out into post coital bliss.

Your feeder examines a display showing the amount of cream you just drunk. He smirks to himself - You broke your previous record by over 50%.

He has you right where he wants you. 

*****

You strain your weak arms as you fight your pants. You only bought these size 34 jeans a month ago. You couldn’t have gone up another size already? Could you?

None of your twink clothes fit. You catch a view of yourself in the mirror. Your belly presses against your tight shirt. A juicy roll of fat threatens to spill out of the bottom if you raise your arms. Your ass spills over the top of your unbuttoned jeans like a shelf. Your grab it. Its so soft. You slap it. It jiggles. Your thighs strain the denim. Love handles spill over the waistband. You’ve turned into a voluptuous pear-shaped boy. A fat pudgy ex-twink. Just like you always wanted. Your cock gets hard.

You snap a photo for your feeder, captioning it - Running late – can’t find anything that fits.  

With a struggle you get the jeans over your ass. You try to button them. But your fat ass and thighs won’t co-operate. Breathless, you give up. You can’t win this battle. You realize it doesn't matter anyway. Its dark out and you’re just going across campus to see your feeder. Nobody is going to see. You slip on a hoodie and leave your dorm.

It’s been three months since you met feeder. You're 195 pounds. Up 65 pounds. All of it pure fat. You shudder as you feel your hoodie cup your lovehandles as you walk. You’re spending a whole long weekend with your feeder. He promised to have you over 200 pounds by the end of it. He's feeding you several times a week now. It’s on your brain constantly. It’s so distracting. Your constantly hungry. Constantly horny. You’re falling behind on your studies. Your losing sleep gooning to your own fat.

A rational part of your mind screams in desperation as bangs on the walls of your lust-fueled, hedonistic gainer-brain.

What am I doing to myself?

Maybe I should my feeder we should slow down?

You cross campus, jeans unbuttoned. Your thick thighs chafe. You were never a fit boy but you’re shocked at how much harder the three flights of stairs up to feeder’s dorm are.

Panting and red faced you knock on his door. You decide you’ll tell him to slow down. This is getting out of hand.

He opens the door shirtless. His hot body on display. You forget about telling him to slow down.  You’re putty in his hands. An obedient dough boy to fondle and fatten. You beg him for more.

201 flashes at you from the scale by the end of a hedonistic long weekend.

'I have another toy I'd like to try with you', your feeder smirks. You know that smirk. It means your going to get fatter. The rational part of your mind pleads with you, begging you to refuse. Your cock throbs, and the plea falls on deaf ears. You consent, horny for more.

The new toy is a sensor and an electrode. The sensor attaches to the roof of your mouth— the electrode is placed right over your prostate. You yelp as there’s a bit of pain as the electronics are embedded within you. They can’t be removed without feeders help.

'The sensor detects the sugar and fat content anything you're eating; the electrode will go off correspondingly, pleasuring you,' he explains.

You say goodbye and head home. Your jeans rip as you walk up the stairs to your room. A jock from your class sees you. He laughs at you. He tells you your ass is out of control. His hand slaps your ass. You blush and rush to your room.

You slam the door behind you.

Panting, sweaty, embarrassed and so horny. You look down to see a went tent soaked with pre.

You grab your roommate’s milk from the fridge. He won’t even notice if you just have a glass. The milk flows over the sensor in your mouth. The electrode in in your prostate tingles. You gasp in pleasure.

More.

Eschewing the glass, you chug directly from the half gallon bottle.

Animalistic with need. Your belly peeks out the bottom of your shirt. Your rip your destroyed jeans off. You fish out your cock and start pumping it whilst standing in front of the fridge. Thankful your roommate isn't home.

Pump and chug, pump and chug, pump and chug.

Your prostate is on overdrive. Your brain floods with dopamine. But before you can cum - you run out of milk, and the pleasure stops. You whine with needy frustration. Blue balled. Even though your feeder drained three loads from you today already – You need it again...

You open a delivery app; you don’t even think twice about ordering a two for one pizzas deal. You desperately forage for anything sweet and fattening whilst you wait. You can't stop yourself. You’ll pay your roommates back later.

You’re a flustered mess by the time you answer the door for the pizzas. You answer the door wearing nothing but pre-soaked underwear that is two sizes too small.

The pizza boy is familiar. It’s the jock who saw you rip your pants. He raises an eyebrow at you your visible erection. He pushes into your apartment. He sees the carnage of your gluttony. His shirt comes off. His abs press against your soft, full gut.

You moan with need as he grabs your fat ass.

He fucks you right in the living room floor. Your ass wobbles with every thrust.

He’s enjoying himself, the vibration on your prostate also stimulating his cock. He quickly figures out it only works if you’re eating. You feel your belly hang lower and lower as he makes you eat every bite.

You feel his cock tense as a creamy load fills you.

You look up at him in a daze. You push your ass back into his crotch.

‘M-more?' you whimper.

*****

Your roommates kicked you out. You couldn’t blame them after you were caught getting fucked in the common area by the pizza delivery jock. Especially after being caught the third time.

Your feeder’s fit body slaps against your wide blubbery one. Waves of pleasure rock your body in time with the ripples cascading through your blubber as your feeder thrusts into your ballooning rump.

He roughly grabs your hips and shakes your 320-pound body.

Leaning over, he bites your ear, 'Not long until your belly touches the floor when I fuck you!'

You moan, 'P-Please make it happen faster!'

He laughs at you, 'Such an impatient piggy, you've already grown so much so fast, but you just can't control yourself, can you?'

He isn't wrong. Ten months of gluttony and hedonism have transformed you. You've almost gained 200 pounds – and the gains were accelerating. A pound of fat a day was your standard.

Some part in the back of your mind squeaks in protest. This is getting out of hand; you need to stop. You’re more than twice the twink boy you used to be!

Your feeders cock forces that silly thought out of your head as he rams against your prostate. You feel your entire body jiggle as each thrust ripples up your ass, love handles and belly.

You're in heaven. How could you stop? 

He puts the tube in your mouth - You suck greedily without needing to be told. Your ass and cock vibrate. You suck harder.

Faster. More.

'So fucking fat,' your feeder cries out with lust, 'Can't believe you were a twink at the start of the year!'

You feel his seed fill your ass. But you don't stop chugging the cream. He might be done, but you're not yet. Who cares if you've already cum five times today. It's the weekend; you don't have anything better to do. Or is it? You can't remember. The days were starting to blur.

When not with your feeder you spent your days at the dining hall. Your classmates watch in horror as you go up for seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths. A couple of the down-low feeder jocks who can’t get enough of your ass often sneak your lardass back to their rooms after the spectacle. You’re a fat little ex-twink slut. The attention is intoxicating.

Your gut grazes against the bedsheets as you cum into your soft underbelly for the sixth time that day. Your feeder gets up to check the vat of fattening slop you've been gorging on.

'Oh shit,' he says, a note of seriousness in his voice. You ask him what's wrong. He looks at you nervously.

'Uh, I may have accidentally put the wrong brownies in the cream mix. They were uh-weed brownies for the party later.'

You're not convinced it's an accident. You're a little annoyed. An hour later, you're at the party – stoned out of your mind. You forget being annoyed.

'Feed me, I'm hungrryyy,' you moan. The munchies have hit you like a truck.

He takes you to an upstairs room at the party. You pant. Your short fattened body struggling to carry all the nearly two hundred pound of fat you stacked on. You're so unfit.

Your feeder opens a door. A group of naked horny guys are waiting. As are two cheesecakes. Your cock is hard and leaking in an instant.

‘You want?’ Feeder asks.

You respond by getting on your knees and grabbing a fistful of cake.

Your gut touches the floor by the end of the night.

'Happy birthday piggy,' feeder coos. It barely registers, you’re engrossed in licking cake and cum from your fingers. Your hole twitching and leaking cum as the electrode continues to vibrate inside you with every lick.

*****

A young man lays on his back, propped up on a wall and a steel reinforced bed. His cascading flesh is lined with angry stretchmarks. His face angelic and round. His eyes dull, his pupils dilated.

A metallic rod whirrs as it thrusts into the huge boys ass. Electrodes connected to his nipples. A pleasant tingly charge courising through them. An immense belly has buried his cock. But you still hear the vibrating cock ring milking him beneath all that fat. You doubt the young man could touch himself if he wanted.

A tube sits in the boy’s mouth connected to a gallon-vat of a thicky creamy substance. The cream is laced with appetite stimulants, libido enhancers and weed.

'More,' the young man demands. It's an obscene demand - To any outsider, at least.

You look at your beautiful boy. He’s more fat than boy. His thighs ripple with cellulite. His arms are bigger than his waist used to be. He’s always had a big fat ass – and even laying down you can see it getting close to spilling over the side of the bed. His tits are the size of your head and rest atop his glorious belly which cascades in flowing rolls of fat. His body is a temple of hedonism.

And you worship at that temple every single day.

Your boy can’t leave the bed unassisted, and soon you know he won’t be able to at all. His small weak twink body buried under hundreds of pounds of lard and weakened further by inactivity. He doesn’t wear clothes anymore. Nothing fits anyway – and he hasn’t left the house in months. He’s entirely dependent on you – all the does is lay in bed and demand to be made fatter. Sucking down delicious cream night and day.

'MORE!' he roars! You jump in surprise. The demand breaking your daydreaming. Your impatient needy boy needs more. You check the vat. He’s already finished an entire gallon of cream this morning. Is his appetite still increasing?

'Hold on, babe, I'll whip up another,' you assure him.

'Hurry!' he whimpers, as if he might starve.

You set to work whipping up another batch of the 10000 calorie concoction, reflecting on how life has changed since you met your feedee two years ago.

After he got kicked out of college you took him in and set up an adult streaming service to pay for his massive food bill. Thousands of people live stream daily as they watch your boy grow. Extra money is made on the side when you whore him out. He doesn’t care. In fact he likes to meet new people and is happy to be groped, fucked and fondled if it enables his lifestyle. It’s so successful, neither of you have to actually work.

You lured him in. Pampered him and gave him a never-ending cycle of pleasure. You enabled him, protected him from all the consequences of his weight gain. You turned his horny twink libido against him. You used sexual pleasure, food and drugs to flood his mind with so much dopamine that he lost control of himself. You ratcheted up his hunger and libido to the point where everything else in his life became secondary. You became the only way he could satiate his needs.

In two years transformed a shy little twink who was just dipping his toe into the gaining community into a greedy, bratty insatiable blob. A gainer icon. Now the only thing that matters to him is more. His kink had consumed his life.

You manipulated his body and mind. Turning him into a walking pleasure factory. You crushed every ounce of resistance he had – and it was so so easy.

You look at a screen which displays the livestream. It shows feedee's current weight - 599 pounds. Hundreds of horny comments are egging him on - praising him. Warping his perception even further. You heft the gallon of creamy slop back to the feeding room.

You enter the room and watch as your pet leans his head forward and sucks on the tube. There's only scraps of liquid. Like sucking the last vestiges of a milkshake through a straw. 

You know you should stop him. But he looks so happy. Besides, you love him and hes such a good boy. He deserves to get everything he wants. A life of hedonistic pleasure with no responsibilities. You and your machines taking care of his every need. What more could a boy want?

He whimpers and writhes on the bed. Shoving the metallic dildo deeper against his prostate. He looks at you, pleading as he suckles the tube. You can tell what he’s thinking.

Hungry. More. Feeder, please more. Need more. 

'It's okay, cutie. I've got the next batch here for you.’

You refill the vat. He sucks on the tube. The cream reaches his tongue. He wriggles his enormous body as pleasure flows throw him.

The electronic display dings – The chat goes wild. Thousands of dollars flood in within seconds. The screen in front of the bed sparkles with bright colours. In giant writing ‘600 pounds’ appears.

'Such a good boy.'

You use one of the machines to help you roll your boy over. Another supports his weight as he's moved into a doggy position.

Your grab his smooth blubbery ass. His skin beautiful and clean. Moisturised and rubbed every day by you and the machines you've developed.

‘Look how happy you made all those people,' you coo as you mount him.

He moans in pleasure but never stops sucking on the tube. You lose yourself in the ex-twinks 600 pound body. Thrusting his enormous shelf of an ass.

The thought of being 600 pounds and the cascade of rippling fat triggers an orgasm in your boy. His fatpad oozes with cum. You watch as his beady eyes fixate on the LED display.

Next goal 650 pounds - Five times original weight.

He pushes his ass against you the best he can. He's telling you he wants it to be fatter – and wants it as fast as possible.

Suck. Swallow. Pleasure. Cum. Suck. Swallow. Pleasure. Cum. This is the pattern you taught him, repeated over and over, and over. It's his mantra. It's his purpose. It’s his addiction. All thoughts of a successful career and a normal life have fled his empty head.

You groan as you pump a load into his twitching hole. He whines as you withdraw. You quickly replace your cock with the metallic rod. He stays in that position. Eyes glued to the screen as more horny comments come in. The dial ticks to 601. You leave your boy to it.

Five orgasms and a nap later – Your feedee has finished another bucket of fattening slop. He wheezes out his siren call.

'More…'

You shake your head in amusement. He's extra greedy today. If he keeps up this pace he might be 650 within a month. Your cock goes rock solid at the thought.

A smirk crosses your face. Your already thinking of new ways keep him gaining at this breakneck speed.

Besides, if your pet ex-twink wants more.

Who are you to refuse him?

After all - you trained him like Pavlov's dog.

...Or rather, Pavlov's Pig.

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The Fat Frat Bros of Phi Alpha Tau

I had always been just slightly chubby growing up. For my whole life I had memories of having just a slightly thick enough layer of flab on my body to be classified as “chubby.” My grandmother commented one time at a family BBQ when I was seven that I was growing a “healthy appetite” and that she liked too see me eat. From then on, while I grew taller, I also grew just a little bit wider, maintaining that flab all throughout high school. All throughout high school I had never felt attractive enough to pursue the guys I had always longed for. Discovering I was gay and coming out to friends and family was tough, but, an even tougher challenge for me was accepting my body within a community that seemed to place shame on anyone who did not look like a twink or a muscle god. Oh well, at least I’ve finally moved on from that hell hole that you call “high school.”

That brings us to today, I’m moving into my dorm to start my freshman year of college. I currently stand at 6’1, 175 lbs, with tan skin from working outside all summer as a camp counselor, light brown eyes, and some flowy brown hair that I had just gotten cut. I was extremely excited to start college and get my life started. I was going to be studying political science because I had always had an interest in the ways government worked and the stratified power structures. I don’t want to bore you with my nerdy talk, though.

I grabbed all the luggage out of my car, with the help of my parents, and walked up to the entrance of my dorm building to check-in and get my room key. A perky ginger girl named Jenny welcomed me, dressed appropriately in all school spirit attire.

“Hello and welcome to Western Coast University! My name is Jenny and I’ll be your RA for the year! I’m so excited to get to know more about you, but first I’ll show you to your room…. Looks like you’ll be in room 216, and it looks like your roommate has just moved in!”

“Oh shit,” I thought to myself. I had never shared a room with someone else in my entire life, and I was especially nervous as a gay guy because I had never really connected with other guys before. I had never experienced the feeling of “brotherhood” that so many guys had seemed to felt with their teammates and such.

Jenny opened the door and revealed a tan, toned, beach bum-looking guy with wavy blonde hair sitting on the bed closest to the door. He seemed to illuminate right from his sun-soaked skin. Right when I walked in he jumped up to introduce himself to me.

“Hey, man! My name’s Tristan. Looks like we’ll be sharing this room for the next year!”

“My name’s Max,” I responded, “Nice to meet ya.”

Jenny, Tristan, and my parents helped me unpack and get all settled into my new dorm room. My bed was right next to the window and I had a gorgeous view of the ocean. The main reason I chose this school, apart from the great academics, was the gorgeous campus that resided right along the coast of California. The weather was perfect, the people I had met so far were perfect, and my roommate seemed to be pretty perfect as well. Once we finished settling in, I said a heart-wrenching goodbye to my parents, who left with tears in their eyes, sad to see their little boy all grown up. Jenny then directed Tristan and I to the main quad on campus for the Club Fair. She told us that there would be all types of groups and organizations from a cappella groups to the frats and sororities to the Super Smash Bros club. I was sure everyone, even the weirdest kids on campus, could find a club, but honestly, I had no idea what I wanted to join. I had never really participated much in high school, I tried to just breeze through and get out of there, so joining other groups and organizations was a new concept for me.

Tristan and I walked down to the quad together in the gorgeous 85-degree heat, but, once we got to the quad, we got separated amongst the crowds of ravaging freshmen moving around and looking at all the various booths. I moved around and through different groups of excited future-sorority girls and tried to get a look at the various booths. I saw a giant Chinese lion dancing about to showcase the Chinese Student Union, and I heard the gorgeous singing of the university’s choir. It was all so exciting and new, but, mostly, without Tristan, I felt kind of lonely. I wandered over to a tree at the end of the row of booths, hoping to just grab a seat on the ground and relax. On my way there I passed by a rackety booth that looked like it was getting barely any attention. It could have been a frat since it had the Greek letters FAT on a light blue wooden booth that looked like it had seen better days. I just walked by without giving too much of a care.

“Hey, you!” I heard from the distance.

“Hey, chubby guy!” There was no one else nearby, so I turned to see if the mysterious voice was talking to me. “Yeah, you! Come on over here.”

I turned around to see a monster-sized man shouting over to me. He had to have been upwards of 400 pounds (at least!) of pure fat, standing at 6’3, with short, spiked up platinum blonde hair and a five o’clock shadow. I walked towards the booth, feeling nervous on the inside about what was going to happen.

“Who is this guy?” I thought to myself. “Why does he want me to come to his booth? Can’t he tell I just want to go be alone.”

I slowly walked up to the booth, and the human whale standing at the booth lit up like a Christmas tree.

“So glad you came on over!”

“I was curious to see why you called me over. Speaking of which, why DID you call me over?”

“Well, I called you over because you seem like the perfect candidate for our fraternity, FAT, or, as we brothers like to call it, FAT, “ he responded. “This may sound weird, but I called you over here because you remind me of myself when I was a freshman just starting here at WCU. I was just a chubby little guy feeling lost and alone, but, FAT made me the man I am today, LITERALLY. My name is Joey.”

“The name’s Max, nice to meet you. Now, I’m confused. You want ME to join a fraternity because I resemble you at one point in your life? Plus aren’t fraternities supposed to be super homophobic? I am gay and I don’t want to feel like more of an outcast than I already am.”

“That’s the beauty of FAT! This fraternity was organized right before I started as a brotherhood of gay men who felt like outcasts, not only by society, but also by their own gay communities. If you don’t get what I’m hinting at here, I’m saying that this frat is a brotherhood of gay fat and chubby men who embrace their bodies and work to love their bodies even more. I know that sounds super weird, and I hope I didn’t creep you out, but I would love it if you joined. Our frat seems to be losing numbers because our school does not seem to attract people who are not blonde and tan with beach bodies.”

“I feel you on that one. While I love this campus and this university, I don’t feel like I fit in. I might consider joining.”

“Well that’s all I can ask of ya! Our first meeting for interested members is tonight at 5:30 at our chapter house just down the street from the dorms. You can’t miss it. It has super large FAT on top. It’ll be a BBQ, swim party, so come dressed appropriately.”

I headed back to my dorm to grab a quick nap, and change before I headed out. I wasn’t sure what to think about the experience with Joey. He seemed so nice, but, how could a man that large ever been my size before? Nothing seemed to add up, but honestly I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to feel like a part of a group.

I pulled up my slightly tight pink and light blue floral swim trunks, threw on a tank top, put on my flip flops and headed out the door right as Tristan walked back in.

“I’m heading out, Tristan, I’ll be back later!”

“Alright, man, I can’t believe you’re already off to a party. Wow I’m jealous.”

I walked a few blocks down the street from my dorm building, and, sure enough, I saw the FAT house. A HUGE two-story house with a luscious front lawn. I knocked on the door and, who other than Joey answered the door.

“MAX! I’m so glad you made it. You have no idea how much this means to me that you decided to come. It seems like you are the only freshman that decided to come, but I want to bring you into the meeting room and introduce you to the guys. I’m sure you’re going to love them.”

I entered the room and could not believe my eyes. There had to have been 20 guys in that room, and, they completely filled it up. These guys were all at least 300 pounds, with some of them that had to have been upwards of 500 pounds. I had never seen men so big in my life, not to mention this many of them all at one time. They all seemed to be wearing clothes that were just a few sizes too small for them, revealing all of the voluptuous curves and rolls of their growing bodies. Outside, some guys were lounging about and swimming in the, what seemed to be Olympic sized, swimming pool. Fat jiggling at every turn.

“Alright, guys, let’s give a big FAT welcome to Max!” Joey exclaimed to the guys.

All of the guys began to cheer, causing some of their shirts to lift up even more and reveal fat roll on top of fat roll as they raised their arms to clap. This was the moment that I knew I had found my group to call my own. Suddenly, the group of guys got quiet as large, beckoning foot steps began to get closer and closer to me. I turned around to see a walking whale move towards me.

“Welcome, Max,” the man bellowed. “My name is Rick and I am the chapter president of FAT. I am so glad that you came tonight to join this sacred brotherhood.”

Rick was the largest man there by far, passing some of the larger guys by over 100 pounds. He seemed to have the bulk of a former football player, but that chapter of his life was long buried under mountains of tanned flab. He resembled many of the beach bum students that attended WCU, with the exception that he had to be around 700 pounds. His belly swung with every lumbering step he took, and his ass shook like there was a constant earthquake erupting within his body. His chest had to make every girl on campus jealous, regardless of whether or not they were into fat guys. Those moobs were a true work of art. The most interesting thing about Rick was the fact that his face remained generally beautiful, even despite the morbidly obese body he was flaunting.

“I’d like to give you the grand tour of the FAT house, if you don’t mind, and, everyone else, get this party started!” Rick yelled.

Rick began to give me the tour of this house. First stop was the kitchen. It looked to be an industrial kitchen to serve a small country of people. There was tons of food laid out for the BBQ today, but it looked like more than enough food for the 25 or so guys that were here. I guess it did make sense why they were all so huge now. I didn’t think I would ever get that big. I was fine just being chubby. As we moved along to the next room, Rick started to talk to me and give me the story of his life in FAT.

“When I was a freshman, I came to WCU as a closeted ex-football player looking for a place to call my home. I stumbled upon this fraternity by accident, but couldn’t say no to the hospitality and overall love that I felt from the brothers at the time. There was a tradition, back then, where each brother would get assigned a freshmen and have to plump him up to see which freshmen could be the biggest by the end of the year. The winning freshman would receive dibs on which room he got the next year in the house, as well as a personal food servant.”

“Wow that sounds kind of fun, honestly!” I responded politely.

“Well, to be quite frank, I won. My big brother, Andrew, was about 400 pounds at the time, and I entered the house weighing in at about 200 pounds. To keep the story short, by the end of my freshman year, I had passed Andrew’s weight and was weighing in at 415 pounds. Every other freshmen was shocked. Some of them had gained maybe 150 pounds or less, but I had gone and gained over 200 pounds in the course of a year. I even shocked myself haha. I held, and still hold, a record for the biggest gain within a year.”

“Holy fuck,” I thought. “I could not gain that much weight. That’s INSANE. This must be a mad house.”

“Hey, Rick? I think I need to head out, I think I’m feeling kinda sick.”

“Aww, let me go grab you a glass of water before you head out.”

Rick stomped back with a glass of water, and I gulped it down. Suddenly, there was only one thought on my mind, and that was FOOD. I was starving all of the sudden. I grabbed three of the hot dogs from the table in the industrial sized kitchen and began to scarf them down. They were so good that I couldn’t stop eating them. I ate 7 more to top the number off at a solid 10. I didn’t think I had ever eaten more than 2 hot dogs at a time in my life, and here I was, with a distended belly, having eaten 10 hot dogs in under 5 minutes. Cheers came from the crowd of fat brothers as I came to from my food coma. Rick stood in front of me, helping me up out of the chair.

“Max, that was the most impressive thing that we have seen a freshman do in quite a long time. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Something had just awoken in me, I guess. Not going to lie, though, I’m still kind of hungry haha.”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say that we would like you, Max, to join our fraternity as the newest member of FAT.”

“I gladly accept!”

Over the course of the next few weeks, in between classes I spent all of my time at the fraternity house hanging out with my new brothers. I was the only freshman that joined the chapter this year, but, for some reason, no one seemed to mind, especially not me. All of the brothers took a newfound interest in me and seemed to always want to give me food or get to know me. I met Dustin, a 3rd year architecture major who had joined FAT two years ago as an already chubby freshman, and he had blossomed into a 500 pound man. He loved being a fat guy and wanted every excuse to be able to show off his body. He really inspired me to love my own body.

Every night I would eat dinner after class with my meal pass, and then head on over to the fraternity house. I would go there full, but, after grabbing a glass of water, I always felt hungry and managed to eat a whole second meal, and a LARGE one at that, as well as the three-course dessert that was always available after the meal. When I would get full, each of the brothers wanted a turn to rub my stomach and feed me extra food to make sure that I was fully plumped up.

After three weeks in the fraternity I found that none of my clothes were fitting me. I mean I guess I had gained a few pounds, but enough to grow out of my clothes? I walked over to the house with shorts unbuttoned (since I could not even get them close to closing) and a tank top that covered just above my belly button. My belly started to have more jiggle to it, and my thighs began to rub together. I also was shifting from pecs into moobs. Rick welcomed me at the door and started laughing at the sight of me…. I looked like a balloon from all of the weight I had gained. He motioned me to follow him into the bathroom where they kept a scale that looked like it was supposed to weigh a car. He told me to step on

The scale flashed 220.

Had I really gained that much weight in only three weeks? That could not be possible.

“Max it looks like we could have a new contender for most weight gained in a year, if you keep up the progress like this, you’ll pass my record!”

45 pounds in three weeks. That sounded insane, but, honestly, I was enjoying it. Who would have thought that I would have enjoyed being fat, considering how much I had hated being a chubby guy not too long ago.

Over the course of the semester each brother wanted to turn to feed me. I spent every waking moment at the house, except when I had to make my way to class. My parents would KILL me if I was failing any of my classes. Luckily, the house had a closet filled with old clothes that the brothers had outgrown, so I had a wide selection to choose from for my ever-expanding wide body.

As I passed 250 pounds, I started to feel big. Not just kind big, but big. My ass was jiggling with cellulite as I took walks to class, my thighs had grown exponentially, my stomach had an overhang, and my chin had grown an extra chin right below it. I did not resemble the boy I was when I first came to school.

I spent nights hanging out on the couch with brothers while we played Super Smash Bros and drank beer. Some of the brothers would funnel beer into Rick’s mouth while he sat in his large throne of a chair that was specifically designed to hold his 700+ pound weight.

Quickly that 250 pound body of mine became a 300 pound body of pure fat. I was never an athletic fellow, and the fat piled on as pure cellulite. I loved it though. It made me look doughy and soft, sort of like a teddy bear that was perfect for cuddling. There wasn’t one part of my body that was not covered in jiggly bliss. My belly was starting to hang down over my thighs, my walk was slowly shifting from a normal walk into a slight waddle as I had to move my massive thighs out of each others’ way while I navigated my globular sized ass to class. Most days I would just have Joey or Dustin or any of the other brothers drive me to class, which they would happily do. If I did not know any better, I would think that they all were working to get me to set a new record. It didn’t matter to me, though. I was living in a state of constant happiness. I had found a home with these men. They were my true brothers and true family.

The brothers were also growing in this process, but none seemed to be growing as fast as me. Joey had moved his 400 pounds up to a steady 445 pounds. Dustin was sitting near 530 pounds. Rick, though, who didn’t want to reveal his weight, seemed to be trying to really push himself to maintain his dominance in the house. He looked softer all over, and was struggling to fit into his already ginormous clothing. He also seemed in general more out of breath with each step he took around the house.

Christmas break was coming around and my gains had slowed just a little bit. I was 350 pounds and not ready to head home for the five week break. I knew that my weight would not be as accepted by my family and friends at home.

“Give them a chance,” Joey said to me. “When I went home for the first time after I gained, it was like nothing had happened at all. My family was just excited to see me. Also, if you need to come back a little early, I’m sure Rick will be here, so you could just stay with him.”

My parents picked me up the next day, and, to my surprise, they didn’t mention anything about my weight. They were just happy to see that I was safe and had done well in my classes. Somehow, in between all of my stuffing sessions at the house, I had managed to study and I got a 3.5 this semester. I spent up until New Years at home, and then texted Rick to see if he was still at the house and to see if I could stay there until school started back up on the 20th of January.

I got back campus on January 1st and was welcomed back by a basically empty house. I knocked on the door and Rick answered, but there was no one else in the house. This is the first time I had hung out with Rick alone before, and, I was excited. I had always admired Rick for how pleasant he was and how well he held up that massive bulk of a body. He never showed weakness, and was always happy to help out any brother. We sat together in the living room watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and eating some leftover food that Rick had kept in the fridge from his own personal stuffing the night before.

That night, when it was time for bed, Rick stated that all of the brothers’ rooms were locked for safety reasons, and that I would have to come sleep in his bed. I happily obliged and I walked with him to his room that was right next to the kitchen. Rick’s room was humongous, fitting for a man his size, and had a large California King sized bed sitting right in the middle of the room. His desk was covered in food wrappers and textbooks from his classes the past semester. His room resembled that of an average college student, just on a much bigger scale. Rick started to fully undress and I began to see his true girth.

“Sorry, Max, but, if you don’t mind, I like to sleep bare naked.”

As Rick took off his ever-so-tight underwear, I saw a man larger than the one that had greeted me on the first day. From head to toe he was, not just covered in fat, but rather swallowed by his own gluttony. His beautiful face remained in tact with his gorgeous dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, but it was engulfed by a triple chin. His neck was also surrounded by fat and led down to his gigantic torso. His man boobs rested on top of his massive belly with nipples the size of donuts. His belly cascaded down his body like the most beautiful waterfall I had ever seen. I was mesmerized by the constant vibration occurring across his body. His belly hung down to just above his knees at this point, hiding bodacious thighs. While Rick’s belly was definitely the staple feature of his body, his ass and thighs were unmatched in glory. His ass still managed to stay relatively round, resembling two large watermelons smashing against each other as he managed to maneuver across the room. His thighs had a constant rub, never separating, giving Rick a waddle. I had never realized this, but, Rick was one of the most awe inspiring people I had met. Rick hopped in bed and took up almost ¾ of the bed, leaving not a lot of room for my own 370 pound body. I stripped down as well and placed myself next to Rick. We both fell asleep, and, soon after, Rick was cuddling me, engulfing me in his warm blubber as I slept the night away.

After that night, something had changed. Rick and I developed a special passion for each other. The house was empty for the next couple weeks until school started and Rick had decided that he wanted to see how much he could pork me up before the next semester began. I was constantly stuffed or receiving belly rubs from Rick. I was treated like a king, with Rick as my feeder servant. I did not lift a finger once in those few weeks and it showed on my waistline.

The day before school started, the brothers were starting to come back to the house and they could not believe how big I was. To be honest, neither could I. I felt like I was a balloon ready to pop after all the food I had eaten. Rick and I went into the bathroom to weigh me and that was the first time I had looked at my full nude body in the mirror in quite a while. I stood there in shock of how much I had changed since the meet and greet BBQ. I was coated in cellulite. I felt like I was Hansel from Hansel and Gretel, where Rick was fattening me up to eat me. I was a true pig. I had a pronounced double chin, turning into a triple chin, with perky man boobs and a belly covered with deep, red stretch marks, resembling all of the growing I had done. I was a smaller version of Rick and I could not be more delighted.

“Well go and step on the scale,” Rick ordered.

I waddled over and put each foot onto the cold metal scale. The numbers flashed a few times before revealing my weight… 410 pounds. I was closing in on Rick’s record and I could almost taste the victory. It was within my reach and I wanted it so badly.

That night I slept in Rick’s bed again and he began to open up to me.

“Max, I wanted to tell you that, honestly, when I saw how well you were gaining weight, I was jealous because I wanted to keep my record and my control over the house; but, as I’ve gotten to know you and accompany you on this journey, I know realize that I have feelings for you. I want to help you grow and I want to be by your side every waddling step of the way.”

“Rick, ever since you helped me stand up after I ate all of those hot dogs at the BBQ, I knew that there was something special about you, and something special between us.”

Rick leaned over and kissed me. Right then and there we began to make out, exploring each other’s crevices and folds of fat. Rick allowed me to penetrate his large ass with the tiny part of my cock that wasn’t covered by my belly and fat pad. I thrust a few times before cumming right in his ass, and then I slowly explored the waterfall of a belly that Rick had in order to find the hidden treasure buried within layers and layers of glorious cellulite. I finally found his small dick, hidden away from all daylight. He had a nice musk to him that arose from his pubic area, since it had been sweating beneath his rolls of fat all day. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked until he came, warm cum entering right into my mouth like the richest frosting I had ever tasted.

Spring semester was just one big blur for me. I went to class the minimum amount of times I had to in order to make decent grades, and then Rick and the brothers funnel fed me the rest of the time to make my weight skyrocket. I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t full. I pretty much moved into the house and slept with Rick every night. I texted Tristan just to let him know that I wouldn’t be in the dorm at all and he was free to use my bed to make an extra large bed for himself.

The semester ended in May, and that marked the final weigh in for me and a beach day out with the brothers to kick off the beginning of summer vacation. All of the brothers were anxiously awaiting my weigh in in order to find out my true weight. I got up from the chair I had been sitting in with some struggle, my fat rolls jiggling about as I slowly waddled over to the scale. Even though the brothers had moved the scale into the living room so they could all see (and so that it was closer), I had not been doing much walking, and I was out of breath after walking a mere 50 feet. The brothers surrounded the scale and I stepped on. Three flashes of numbers and then the verdict was out – 502.5 pounds. I could not believe it. I had put on 300 pounds in the time I had been in FAT. I had not only broken the record, but rather demolished it, like I had done to many chairs with my giant fat ass. All of the brothers were jumping around and cheering and I swear I thought the house was going to collapse from the earthquake that all of these fatties were creating.

I looked out into the distance and saw Rick happily gazing at me. He knew I had grown to a mountainous size because of his encouragement. He was proud of me and I could sense our relationship becoming even stronger in this moment. The brothers all headed out the door one by one to head down to the beach for our beach day to kick off summer. I walked out in my 10XL tank top, some size 70 swim shorts that used to be Rick’s, and Rick’s hand in my hand as we headed off to celebrate together. Seeing all of the happy fatties together at the beach made me realize how blessed I was to have stumbled upon this fraternity as a chubby, lonely freshman just 9 months ago. Wow had I changed, and all for the better. Accept your body and love your fat, because it has made my life infinitely better.

[piggysmllz]

So glad this made its way back around! One of my fav stories I’ve written

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The Shy Guy

(story by GoodFortune)

This is a story from the beefyfrat library that I really love, although the original included other characters and some… interesting elements. I edited it just to include Matt, Colby, and the fat gain aspects.

Matt was not so much your typical high school graduate, although he’d like to think he was.  He was scheduled to attend the university of his choice in the coming fall and was not sure what to expect when it came to dorm life.  In high school, he’d been somewhat of a shy individual and had only a select number of friends, but that’s the kind of life he enjoyed.  He was a masculine boy, down to earth, and liked to keep things pretty simple and laid back.  Behind his shy shell, was a handsome man with thick blue eyes and closely cut blond hair.   Previously, he’d been one of those scrawny slender tall fellows that didn’t catch much attention, but in his years of high school he’d found the perfect hobby: weight lifting.  By graduation, he’d been able to go from a pitiful weakling to a respectable 214 pounds of athletic prowess.  The gain didn’t change his reputation or shyness though.  Most people still thought of him as the 6’4’’ skinny guy, but that was about to change. Matt had randomly been assigned a roommate for his college dorm, an all-male dorm.  He didn’t have many male friends in high school, and the ones he did have had chosen different colleges; however, he was excited to meet someone new and to have the new experiences that college was bound to bring.  The only thing he knew about his new roommate was that his name was Colby and no more.  When move-in day finally came, Matt had enlisted his parents and a few friends to help him load his stuff into the little dorm room on the 8th floor of the 10 story dormitory.  He had gotten an early start and must have beat out Colby because when he finally got to the room, no one was there. The dorm room was simple with just a loft bed, a desk, and some drawers on either side of the room except that Colby had decided not to loft his bed.  So he unloaded all his stuff on the right side of the room and set it up, said goodbye to his friends and family, and gave the place a look around.  His room was directly across from the communal bathrooms that had four sinks lined up in front of a wide mirror, a scale, two toilets on the left side of the room, and two shower heads facing each other on the right side.  When Matt saw this, he was both excited and a little scared. As you may have guessed, Matthew is a homosexual.  Although, he has never had any sort of sexual encounters, it was just something he knew and the thought of showering that close to another man started to give his 9 inch meat some life.  He put the thoughts in the back of his mind for the meantime and returned to his room, but when he walked in he was greeted by who he knew was Colby.  Colby was average, to say the least. Matt guess him to be about 5’9’’ with 140 pounds, he had a very lean body with not too much muscle, but what muscle he had was easy to see with the complete lack of fat on him.  Colby had what looked like brown eyes and very short brown hair on top of his somewhat “harsh” facial features, everything very defined.  Matt wouldn’t say he was the most attractive guy he’d ever seen, but he certainly wasn’t the ugliest.   Matt and Colby exchanged their greetings and Matt was quick to learn that Colby didn’t come with any family or friends because he was from out of state and had a long drive here.  Matt helped him carry his stuff from the car and they made some small chit chat here and there and got to know each other a little more. Colby was lying on his bed only in his boxers.  Matt quickly overlooked the thin boy’s body and thought it was nothing compared to the other boys’ on the hall.  He took off his t-shirt and undid his belt then slipped his shorts off.  He looked at himself in the mirror: nice round pecs, defined abs, thick arms, oversized bulge that was still chubbed up from his earlier greetings, and nicely chiseled legs with a plump bubble butt to fill out every part of his tighty whities.  He climbed up into his loft and stared up at the ceiling…then over the edge of his bed down to his roommate who was clearly out for the night.  He fished his manhood out with his paw and gave it a good squeeze to bring it fully to attention.  It didn’t take much before Matt could feel his balls churning and aching.  He felt the orgasm rush forward, his eyes slammed shut, his teeth clinched together, the mushroom head of his meat expanded, and he experienced an extremely intense orgasm quickly followed by an equally large amount of cum, all of which he caught in his right hand that was massaging the head of his cock.  Too exhausted to get up, he simply spread his cum across his abs to clean off his hand, then he tucked his shrinking cock into the pouch of his briefs and immediately fell asleep. This pattern continued for some time to come.  A few months went by while Matt secretly admired all the guys on the hall.  He had grown to love the showers where he was able to eliminate the guess work out of the size of most of their cocks. Colby looked about as average as they come, probably somewhere in the range of 5 to 6.  He also stole glances of other boys on the hall, some large, some small, but all beautiful in their own right.   As it turned out, Matt and Colby didn’t hang out much outside of the dorm room nor did they talk too much…mostly just exchanging words here and there or making small talk when they were bored.  Most of their small talk revolved around Colby’s weight.  Colby was constantly complaining about how thin he was, and how college was going to be when he changed all that.  Colby had plans to eat more and go to the gym and develop a harder, bigger body that all the college girls lusted after.   That’s basically all they talked about besides the occasional tv show or video game they both enjoyed; however, that all changed one night.   Matt was sitting at his desk simply wearing some workout clothes he’d had on from the gym earlier.  He had the overhead light turned off and had the lamp on his desk turned on to help him focus.  Then the door flew open, and Colby fumbled in.  Matt immediately guessed that Colby was trashed beyond belief. “Hey, Colby, are you okay?!” Matt questioned to his intoxicated roommate who was trying desperately to walk towards the bed. “Yeah…man…I-I’m al-riiiiiiiiight,” as he gave Matt a thumbs up. Matt jumped up from his desk and caught Colby has he had started to fall, then he dragged him over to the bed and set him down. “Alright man, you’ll be fine.  You just need to sleep this off.” “That’s…yeah, good idea,” Colby managed to mumble. “Lift your arms,” Matt told Colby has he grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  Colby was slow to respond but eventually got his arms high enough so Matt could lift his shirt off so, at the very least, Colby would have a comfortable sleep.  Matt pulled out Colby’s belt and started to unfasten the button and unzip the zipper.  As he did this, Colby started to paw at Matt’s gym shorts. He managed to grab the waist band, and in doing so, they started to slide down. “Colby, what are you doing?” Matt questioned in almost an angry tone to Colby. “Come on, Matt…I need it tonight,” Colby said to Matt in an almost whisper. “Need what?” Matt was completely confused by what was going on in front of him. “Jus’…jus’ let me…” his whisper died off as Matt finally managed to pull down Colby’s pants and get them off, leaving him in his boxers. “Alright, you’ve had way too much to drink tonight friend, just go to bed now,” Matt told Colby, but Colby didn’t move, he just reached up for Matt’s gym shorts again.  Matt pushed Colby’s hand away, but Colby kept on trying until he finally just grasped the waistband and yanked them down, leaving Matt standing high above Colby in only his undershirt and tight white briefs. Matt was confused by the whole situation. Colby was as straight as they come.  Matt thought that maybe he was curious, or maybe he’d just had too much to drink and didn’t know what he was doing, but then all his thoughts were halted when he felt a hand on his bulge.  Matt looked down to find his roommate mesmerized by his bulge, he was face to face with it sitting on his bed, his hand tracing the outline of Matt’s hardening cock and balls filling the pouch.  Matt was breathing hard, filled with nervousness and sexual desire of what his roommate might do.  Colby put his hand on the waistband of the briefs and slowly started to pull it down until he was slapped in the face by Matt’s finally free semi-erect meat. “Shit…” Colby let out under his breath as Matt’s dick rested against his cheek.  Colby leaned back some, then grabbed the hose at the base and started to lightly lick the tip of Matt’s fully engorged meat.  Matt let out a moan of pleasure fueled by fear and ecstasy.  He put his hands on his roommate’s head, running his fingers through the smaller boy’s hair then slowly pushing him down more onto his manhood.  Colby pushed Matt’s underwear the rest of the way down and let it rest at his knees as he sucked on this head of Matt’s cock.  Colby ran his fingers up Matt’s muscular legs, feeling every muscular curvature as he used his whole hand to feel them as he moved back down.  Then he explored Matt’s inner thighs on his way up again, when he reached the top, he put his left hand on Matt’s waist, and cupped his balls with his right hand, feeling their weight and feeling the cum churning inside. He removed his mouth from the head and licked the tip more, this time his tongue got a taste of Matt’s precum.  Then he put as much as he could in his mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, letting more in him with each thrust.  Matt was lost in the moment.  His dick loved the warm wet mouth of his roommate gliding along every inch of it.  Matt pushed Colby down more on it, trying to get him to take the whole thing.  Colby’s whimpers only fueled Matt’s desire to have him take it all.  He had almost taken every inch of him in until he reached between Matt’s legs and started to push at his asshole with his middle finger.  This was the end of Matt; he couldn’t handle it anymore. He let out a loud grunt as he held onto Colby’s hair very tightly and pushed him down as far as he’d go.  Matt felt his balls draw up and his cock expand in the mouth of his roommate.  Then he heard his roommate choking on the massive load of cum that just smashed into the back of his throat.  Colby withdrew from the cock and fell back on the bed completely spent from the activity.  There Matt stood, his mind finally reeling back, his underwear around his knees, his shorts at his feet, not believing what he’d just done.  He quickly pulled up his clothes in panic and put Colby’s legs up onto the bed, pushing him into place on his bed.  He also noticed the large wet spot on Colby’s boxers where he’d cum himself just moments ago.  He threw some covers on him and then climbed into his own bed.  He was afraid.  What if his roommate told everyone what he’d done with him? What if he refused to room with him and forced him to move out? How could he explain any of this? Or maybe he wouldn’t remember a thing and that would be all? With all these questions running through his head, he quickly fell asleep. Matt was abruptly awaken by his roommate shouting, “Matt! Matt! Dude, look at this!” “What?” Matt muttered as he looked over the side of the bed down to his roommate who was standing there with his shorts unbuttoned and no shirt on. “I can’t believe this.  I didn’t notice it until I was getting dressed, but I’ve finally fallen to the freshman fifteen,” he gave his newly enlarged belly and good shake with his hand, “It snuck up on me! Although I wish I had gained more muscle…I guess it’s a good start, just need to lift harder in the gym, I reckon.” Matt looked in shock as his roommate patted the paunch around his waist.  He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed him gain it either, even though it looked more than the freshman fifteen to him. “I can’t even button these shorts, they’re a size 30,” he demonstrated by trying to bring the button together but all he managed to do was bring his belly up more, making it look even bigger, “I guess I’ll just wear some gym shorts today and get some new clothes…I’m gonna go check the scale, hold on…” Matt watched as his fatter roommate walked out, his ass noticeable wider.  For some reason, the sight of Colby’s belly and ass started to awaken Matt’s dick.  Then he remembered last night.  “I guess he doesn’t remember…” Matt thought to himself as he climbed down from his loft bed.  Then he heard Colby from the bathroom shout, “Holy fuck!” Colby ran into the room, “I’m fucking 166! That’s 26 pounds, how did I not realize I was getting this fat?!” He pulled off his shorts and Matt got a clear view of where all the weight was.  Colby still had on the boxers from last night.  They were extremely tight now, his ass was very plump and much wider, and he had nicely formed love handles poking out over the waistband.  Colby pulled up some elastic waist gym shorts that were still pretty tight on him and turned around.  Matt gazed at Colby’s softened physique, his pecs had grown a little more, but most noticeably was his belly, it was much bigger than before, and when Colby put on the largest shirt he could find, there was still a noticeable bulge around his soft belly and pecs. “Shit, I have to go to the gym after class today, I’m a fucking pig now,” he said in embarrassment as he cupped his new belly and grabbed a handful of fat. All Matt could think about that day was the hardcore blow job he’d received from his now somewhat chubby roommate.  How did he not notice his roommate’s belly last night? And why was he so fascinated by the new weight gain? He wanted to know what Colby would look like with more weight, he wanted to touch his belly, his love handles, his chubby ass. He knew that the opportunity would never arise again; but of course, it wasn’t before long that it did. It was a late night, after a long day.  Matt was going to hit a quick shower before finally going to bed.  He walked into the showers, threw his briefs up on the rack and started the water.  After a few minutes, he was surprised when someone else walked in…Colby.  Colby came in only wearing his boxers, his belly slowly bouncing with each step toward the showers. “Thought I’d join you for a quick shower,” he said as he took his boxers off and put them up on the rack on top of Matt’s underwear even though there’s a separate rack for his side of the shower.  As he started the water under his shower head and stepped in he gave Matt’s naked bubble butt a good slap and laughed.  When Matt turned around to return the favor, all he saw was Colby looking straight as his crotch. After a pause, Colby managed, “It’s as big as I remember…” Matt’s stomach sunk, he knew he was deep trouble now, but it was quite the opposite.  Colby reached forward and grabbed the limp dick in his hands, feeling it grow.  Before Matt could react, Colby was on his knees, taking Matt’s dick in his mouth.  Water splashed against Matt’s back and down through his ass cheeks and onto his balls which Colby was fondling and cupping, sometimes he stopped sucking altogether to try and fit Matt’s balls into his mouth, although he got close, he couldn’t get them all the way in.  Matt’s mind was racing, but he knew one thing, as his dick got serviced, he wanted his hands on that chubby body. He nudged Colby up to his feet and looked down into his eyes and whispered over the buzz of the shower, “God…you’ve gained so much.” At first Colby looked a little embarrassed, but that changed as soon as Matt lowered himself to his knees, face to face with the belly that had been taunting him these past few days.  He pressed his face up against the warm round flesh.  It was softer than he had imagined.  He pushed his nose down into Colby’s belly button and felt the fat encase his face.  He stuck his tongue deep into his belly button and wiggled it all around as he heard Colby let out a very audible moan, even over the sound of the water running.  Matt put both of his hand on each side of his belly, feeling his love handles and he pushed the belly fat together to make the fat bulge out into his face.  Matt couldn’t believe it; he finally had this belly all to himself.  He moved his hands around to Colby’s plump ass and began to feel the fat and feel their heaviness as he slowly moved his tongue from the deeper belly button down over the pouch of fat towards the base of Colby’s dick.  It looked just a little smaller than it normally did, some of it buried in the new layer of fat.  He took the 5 inch dick into his mouth easily, and felt Colby’s hands lay themselves on his head.  He sucked on the dick very powerfully while he felt up Colby’s ass with on hand and moving the other around the finger his bellybutton and play with all the fat Colby carried around his waist.  He occasionally slipped a hand down to his own dick that was almost double the size of Colby’s, to give it a few good pumps before returning to his roommate’s body. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do what he’d never done before.  He quickly stood up and when he did, the head of his dick accidentally found its way into Colby’s bellybutton.  Matt pumped it once to feel the fat encase the head of his cock and then he put his hands on Colby’s shoulders and turned him around.  Colby put one hand up against the shower wall, knowing what was about to come. Matt put his hands on the boy’s plump cheeks and spread them wide and let them slap together.  As he watched them jiggle a little bit, he guided his dick towards his roommate’s virgin asshole.  When his head met the tight ass, he pushed slowly in and as soon as the tip entered, Colby winced and let out a whimper. In between Colby’s gasps for air he managed to shout to Matt, “Please…go…easy…on…me…” Matt basically ignored Colby’s pleads and pushed the head of his cock in and Colby let out a huge moan that echoed through the bathroom.  As Matt continued to push himself deeper, he pressed himself up against Colby’s back. Colby’s fat molded into Matt’s abs as the base of Matt’s dick pressed into Colby’s chubby ass.  With each thrust in and out, Colby would let out a moan or whimper, and as Matt continued to pummel his roommate with his dick he reached around with on hand and felt Colby’s belly shaking up and down and felt Colby’s softened pecs with the other hand.  Some force completely overcame Matt as he started to mutter things like “You like this, huh? Answer me, fatboy.”  “You like this fat on you, huh? You like it??”  “You’re such a pig. I can’t believe you’ve gained this much.” under his breath as he started to fuck Colby harder and harder.  Suddenly, Colby’s ass clinched Matt’s dick with such force that when Matt rammed in he was forced over the edge and started to rocket streams of cum deep in Colby’s ass.  When Colby felt the warm liquid fill him up, his cocked bounced up and down a few times and then shot a much smaller load onto the wall that was quickly washed away by the shower.  Matt felt like he’d never stop cumming, his orgasm was lasting much longer than he ever imagined.  When he pulled out of the grasp of Colby’s ass with a loud pop sound, he shot 2 or 3 more loads onto Colby’s ass and legs. After taking a few minutes to shower off and catch their breath, they both dried off and put their underwear back on and went back into the dorm room across the hall.  Colby went straight to his bed and laid down.  Matt went to his desk and sat down.  He, yet again, couldn’t believe what had just happened to him as they both sat there in silence. He was completely lost in a daze until he heard Colby. “Fuck, holy fuck!” Colby sat up fast and stood up in the middle of the room. “I feel really fucking weird right now…it’s all over me.” Matt didn’t know what to think.  He just stood up and looked at his panicking roommate…but then he noticed a change.  Colby’s belly seemed to be bulging out a little more than it was an hour ago.  Not only that, but his thighs seemed to be thickening, his arms too, his pecs began to grow more like tits.  His face started to fill out more, softening his features, on the verge of having a double chin.  His slightly chubbier fingers started to explore his body as it expanded. He lifted up his belly and let it go, watching it jiggle and watching it make his love handles and tits jiggle with it.  Then he was suddenly distracted by a slight ripping sound.  Then it was louder, then a sudden rip let him know that his boxers had finally given way to his fattening ever-widening ass.  When his boxers landed on the floor, Matt was able to see that his dick looked smaller yet, getting further buried in fat. Colby was surprisingly hard and it looked about only 4 inches.  That thought sent Matt’s mind racing knowing that his own dick was now more than twice the size of Colby’s.  Matt was practically drooling as he saw his roommate become even fatter than he was before.  Colby felt his hips as they were layered with fat, giving him a more pear shape.  Then he looked up at Matt and almost pleadingly asked, “What the hell is happening to me?” Without putting anything else on, he waddled fully exposed to the bathroom to see what the scale had to say.  As he walked out, Matt worshipped the sight of his friend’s fat ass jiggle.  Then again he heard a “Fuck!” from the bathroom and Colby made his way back in the room. “I’m fucking 198 lbs! 32 pounds heavier than I was an hour ago!” When he made this statement he grabbed his belly and gave it a big shake. “How did this happen?” he went on. Colby and Matt sat on Colby’s bed and discussed what just happened to him as the night went on.  Surprisingly, Colby wasn’t as freaked out as Matt thought he should be, and the whole time they talked about it.   Colby’s little dick was rock solid the whole time, as was Matt’s.  Colby decided that this was some freak accident, some strange anomaly and vowed to work off all the weight at the gym.  Matt supported him, but wished it would keep happening to him, but just then, Colby seemed to realize something. “You…it’s you, you did this to me!” He stood up from the bed, his whole naked body still shaking. “Me? How did I make you fat?” “I don’t know, but every time we fuck around, I get fatter.” “That’s ridiculous…” “Seems pretty real to me,” he slapped his belly as he ended the phrase, “it’s gotta be your cum, dude. Nothing’s happening to you, so it’s something you’re doing to me…” Without wasting any time, the chubby boy got on his knees and pulled Matt’s already hard cock out of his briefs and started sucking. “Fuck…” Matt whispered, “wait…wait a minute…” he pushed Colby’s head away from his dick. “I just cam a gallon in you…what if we wait until morning…give me time to recharge, it’ll be Saturday.  We’ll have all day,” Matt pleaded with Colby. “Yeah…you’re right, you probably don’t have much left now anyway,” he said as he gave the cock a final lick and then stuff it back in Matt’s briefs. “Alright, let’s just go to bed and see what happens in the morning,” Matt said as he got up.  He gave Colby’s belly and good rub and pat and whispered, “Goodnight, chubs,” before climbing up into his loft bed.   Colby just fell onto the bed still naked and immediately fell asleep, tired from the fucking and the fattening. Colby was awakened by Matt standing naked above him patting his big warm belly. “Rise and shine, pig.  Ready to get fatter?” Without waiting for a reply, Matt jumped up onto the bed, his obscenely large and hard dick flopping around, and straddled Colby’s chest.   Matt’s hard ass sat on Colby’s fat belly and his dick rested between his soft tits.  He pushed Colby’s tits over his dick and started to slide back and forth.  The tip of his dick poking Colby in his soft chin leaving a wet spot of precum on him.  Colby lay there and watched as this athletic man abused his body.  Colby started getting hornier and hornier as he watched Matt’s muscles flex with each thrust.  He was interrupted when Matt slid forward more and shoved his cock deep in his throat.  Colby was really starting to love the sweet taste of Matt’s thick precum and just when he thought he was about to get a mouthful of creamy cum, Matt pulled out. “Wait,” Colby begged, “I though I was going to suck you off.” “I really want that ass again, especially now that it’s even fatter,” Matt said as he lifted up Colby’s thick legs over his muscular shoulders and began guiding his dick towards Colby’s newly loosened up asshole. Colby couldn’t believe how much Matt was getting off on his weight gain, but he didn’t have long to think about it as he felt Matt’s mammoth manhood enter him again. “Fuck Matt…why did you have to be so big??” Colby whimpered and whined as Matt drove himself deeper in. Matt laughed a little and started to move in and out of his roommates ass, moaning in pleasure.  He reached down and started to fondle Colby’s newly grown fat belly and tits. He felt Colby’s fat between his fingers, felt his sagging tits full of fat.  He couldn’t get over how much his roommate had gained, how much of a fat pig his roommate looked like.  Colby suddenly started to feel worried.  What if he did get even fatter? He already looked like he’d never worked hard a day in his life.  What would he tell people? What would he wear? Would he be able to lose it all? This would be the final test.  Matt then leaned over Colby, his hard arms flexing at Colby’s side, and started to suck on Colby’s fat tits.  Colby put his hands on Matt’s head as he sucked sending Colby over the edge.  His 4 incher shot a stream of cum onto both Matt’s strong abs, and his own fat gut, but just because he was done, didn’t mean that Matt was.  Matt kept sucking and fondling Colby’s fat while he slowly fucked him for another ten minutes.  With all the stimulation to Colby’s body, he helplessly cam again, only this time only a tiny pitiful amount of cum came out of his dick.  Then Colby felt it.  He felt his ass become completely filled with cum, and Matt’s groans confirmed it, but he didn’t remove his mouth from Colby’s tit nor did he remove his cock. Then it happened. Colby felt the same strange sensation from before.   “Fuck…Matt…I’m going to get fatter…” Colby whispered over Matt’s heavy breathing. Matt sat up and removed his dick from Colby and watched as his roommate lay there on the bed holding his belly.  He could literally see Colby’s belly start to bulge out more.  His tits swelled much larger than before.  Matt thought that he might be in need of a bra now with tits that big.  His arms thickened, but not near as much as his hips and thighs did.  They seemed to widen before Matt’s eyes.  His belly and thighs had become so chubby that they almost concealed his roommate’s dick completely.  Matt guessed it to be only 2 inches now.  Then he looked up his friend’s much thicker body to his face that had filled out considerably.  He was definitely sporting a double chin now. “Shit, I didn’t think I’d get this fat!” Colby stated in shock. Matt helped him to sit up, his belly completely obscuring his own view of his feet and cock.  He stood up from the bed and headed into the bathroom to the scale, not caring if anyone else saw him. On his way out, Matt was able to see the incredibly wide bulky ass that was leaving and he felt a sudden twitch in his cock.  When Colby returned, he simply grabbed his tits and gave them a good squeeze and said “This is what 253 pounds looks like…that’s more than a hundred pounds from when I got here…I’ll never be able to lose this weight…” “I’m so sorry,” Matt pleaded, “I had no idea this would happen.” “It’s not your fault, but what am I going to wear? I need bigger clothes.  What am I going to tell people?” “I think I have a big sweatshirt and sweatpants that you may be able to squeeze into for the meantime…I’ll run to the store a buy a lot of oversize clothes that you can hide in…maybe people won’t notice too much.” “Won’t notice!? I think a hundred pounds is easily noticeable…but I’ll worry about that when it comes.” That day Matt stocked up on bigger clothes for Colby and not too many people commented on his gain.  Colby avoided classes that he didn’t have to go to and remained in the dorm room for a majority of the time; however, his plans had backfired because after a month he had gained five pounds from the lack of activity.  It could have been much worse if Matt had fucked him again, but they put an end to that to avoid any more unwanted fattening, but what was worse is that Colby was actually starting to enjoy the fat, lazy lifestyle that, by the looks of his body, he’d had his whole life.  He actually found it arousing that he was winded and out of breath from having to walk across campus to get to class.  He also started to try on old clothes to see just how fat he had become.  He’d put on old briefs that would only come up to his round thighs, or shirts that would only be able to cover his breasts before ripping down the seams.  He would also pause to lift up his belly and feel his significantly diminished dick that was barely visible soft and only 2 inches hard.  He loved the thought that a hot man with a 9 inch meat had done this to him, and soon thoughts of getting fatter entered his mind.

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So there Matt sat at his desk in the dark dorm room.  It had been awhile since he’d initially fattened up his roommate by accident.  Colby was completely lethargic now.  He was afraid to leave because of everyone he knew.  There was no way to explain his weight gain and he wasn’t about to tell everyone he knew that he was a slut for his roommate.  He’d watch his tall handsome roommate out of the corner of his eye get dressed in the morning. He’d watch his muscles flex as he put on a clean shirt or pulled up some briefs over his sculpted ass and tuck his flaccid manhood into the pouch.  That’s when Colby would reach down under his belly and fondle his own diminished manhood that was more like a child’s dick now.  He was becoming completely obsessed with Matt, and he decided that he had to satisfy his cravings. Unknown to Colby, Matt felt the same way.  For some reason, Colby’s expanding waistline had really gotten to Matt.  Being forbidden to fuck him again, Matt’s desire for his chubby roommate skyrocketed.  Matt was normally a calm young adult, but more and more he found himself uncontrollably horny.  When he woke up in the mornings, his morning wood would normally subside within a few minutes, but not anymore.  He found out very quickly that he was distracted by thoughts all day unless he relieved himself early on.  He would sit in class thinking about how his roommate waddled across the room now.  He’d think about how his own cum had completely ruined his roommate’s body.  Then the next thing he knew, he was stuck in class with 9 hard inches in his pants. So he started the habit of waking up a little earlier to take an early shower to take care of himself to avoid his roommate and the morning rush to the showers.  That worked for a little while, but soon her was becoming overwhelmingly horny during the day, and by the time he got back to his dorm it was like he could feel the cum building up in his balls begging for release.  As soon as Colby would go to bed, Matt would lower his briefs and pull out his already semi-hard dick and get to work.  He’d look over his loft down to his shirtless roommate taking in his big belly and plump tits that, not long ago, were almost pecs.  He’d lean back on his pillow and close his eyes remembering when he’d witnessed Colby’s growing.  Colby’s whole body widening and rounding out.  If that’s what his cum could do to his roommate, what would it do to other guys? What would happen if he swallowed his own cum? Before he knew it, his cock swelled in his hands and spewed all over his chest, arms, and face.  His load was unbelievably large; however, he didn’t have time to think about it because he quickly fell asleep exhausted, not even bothering to put himself back in his briefs. Colby’s lust for Matt had continued to grow. He wanted Matt so bad again, he wanted to feel his tight body pressed into his and he had decided to make his lust known once and for all. It was a late Wednesday night for both Matt and Colby.  Matt had been finishing up some homework at his desk while Colby had been eating double fudge brownies and watching late night television.  Colby’s lifestyle had completely changed.  While he had once been somewhat outgoing, he was now completely sedentary and his appetite had grown significantly.  He spent hours in the dining halls eating everything he could fit on his plate, and he’d load up on candy from the vending machines to eat in his dorm.  His new change of lifestyle had made it easy for his weight to climb up to 283 pounds of pure fat.  He’d gotten Matt to buy him new clothes when needed, and he was just about to outgrow the sweat suit he’d been wearing that Matt had gotten him when he weighed about 250 pounds.  Matt finished his work and got ready for bed.  After he brushed his teeth and so on, he undressed to his briefs and asked if he could turn the lights off which was perfectly fine by Colby who was just about to head to bed too.  Colby stood up and took his shirt off right in front of Matt.  Then he looked down at his large belly and sagging tits and grabbed a handful of fat and asked Matt, “Dude…am I too fat?” Matt just looked at him and shook his head, “Of course not…you look fine.” “I just feel like a complete slob lately…like, I can’t believe I did this to myself.” Matt knew that Colby had gained a lot of weight on his own recently when he should have been exercising trying to lose the fat, and hearing this overweight boy in front of him saying that he was ashamed of his fat struck a chord in his dick that was starting to chub up in his briefs.   Matt tried to ignore it though, “Don’t worry about it man, you can lose the weight, you just have to put your mind to it…that’s all…” He was starting to become entranced by the belly before him. “I just don’t think I could lose it…even if I tried…” Colby answered, lifting his heft up and letting it fall and jiggle.  He was trying to get Matt interested again, and it was working.  Matt couldn’t handle it anymore; he put his big paws on his roommate’s gut and started to play with the fat.  Then he cupped Colby’s tits in his hands, they were so large and round, more like a woman’s tits than any manboobs he’d seen before.  Matt guided Colby to Colby’s bed and told him to lie down, then Matt climbed on top of him and started to suck on his large tits.  He felt their heft with his hands as he played with his nipples with his tongue.  Colby moaned loudly in the dark, putting his hands on his roommates head.  Matt rose up off the bed and yanked off Colby’s sweat pants and saw his tiny cock poke out of layers of fat.  As it turned out, Colby hadn’t been wearing underwear because he’d outgrown all his boxers and was too embarrassed to ask Matt to buy some bigger ones.   Matt’s dick was already rock hard and begging to be released from its fabric prison.  He walked down the bed towards Colby’s head and freed his cock.  It bounced out, every veiny inch begging for attention.  The head of his cock was face to face with Colby’s mouth, and Colby knew exactly what to do.  Matt began to feed his cock to Colby.  In between breaths and in between sucking, Colby managed to tell Matt, “Don’t…cum…in…me…” then he went right back to work on his roommate’s large dick.  Matt had almost completely forgotten what his cum was capable of until Colby reminded him, but he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, he just reached over and started playing with Colby’s big tits and belly.  Colby reached around his roommate’s waist to bring him close so he could devour more of his cock. He started to play with Matt’s firm bubble butt with his chubby fingers.  It wasn’t long before he started to poke his sausage links at Matt’s extremely tight ass.   Matt was caught off guard by the anal stimulation and immediately his balls drew up, his cock expanded, and without thinking about it, he climaxed and shot his load all over the back of Colby’s throat.  Colby was powerless, it was so deep he couldn’t spit it out, but knowing what was going to come made his tiny cock climax as well.  His cock dribbled out its tiny load and Colby waited as he accepted his defeat. Matt pulled himself out of Colby and managed to spit out an, “I’m sorry,” but it was too late, he could already notice the changes in his roommate’s body.  Colby put his hands on his belly as he felt it grow heavier.  He felt like a pregnant whale, his body starting to balloon.   Matt watched as Colby’s belly lunged forward and covered Colby’s little dick completely.  His thighs grew so thick with fat that it forced them apart more.  His ass and hips widened dramatically becoming soft and curvy, taking on a more womanly appearance.  His face rounded further and formed a solid double chin.  Then his arms were weighted down with more fat, bigger than Matt’s arms, but these arms where the arms of a weakling fatboy.  Finally, his tits rounded out even more, sagging to the sides.  They were the biggest tits Matt had ever seen.  All Colby could do was moan and groan as he got fatter, ballooning upwards of 350 pounds; nearly 200 pounds of flab since he’s arrived at college.  He couldn’t believe what had happened to him, his body.  He laid there on his back, feeling fatter than ever, but strangely hungrier than ever. After that encounter, Colby had been satisfied of his lust for Matt, even though he continued to jerk off his ever-shrinking cock thinking about him.  Matt realized just how hard it was getting around at his new weight.  He got tired very quickly.  He rarely left the dorm room.  He found it hard to fit into the classroom chairs now so he basically quit going, and it was nearly impossible to tie his shoes.  Even with all these hardships, it was still a turn on somehow.  He didn’t worry about it.  He enjoyed the fat like it was a new toy.  Playing with it, rubbing his belly to get himself off.  Christmas break was coming soon and he’d be going home.  He didn’t know how he would explain the weight to his parents and friends, but he didn’t worry about that for now.  Now, he just wanted to enjoy life as a fatass, eating what he wanted, when he wanted.

– Semester had ended and for the next few weeks Matt mostly enjoyed hanging out with his friends and family, as well as his brother, John, who he’d become much closer with.  Matt was also glad that John was an extremely heavy sleeper because, on occasion, Colby would call after John had fallen asleep and Matt could get an update on his fattening friend.  Colby was always sure to mention the amount of fattening foods he’d eaten, as well as the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received from everyone he knew.   While he was certainly embarrassed by his marked weight gain and the never-ending teasing, for some reason, that was what turned him on about the whole situation.  It caused him to eat more than ever and to grow bigger on his own.   These types of calls were agonizing for Matt whose dick could barely handle the overweight information.  While on the phone with Colby, he’d always give a look to his “big” brother to make sure he was asleep before he forced the sheets down and took his manhood out.  Hearing Colby talk about how fat he was becoming, how his body had been ruined by Matt drove Matt over the edge night after night.   It was one week before school started back that everything went a little haywire.  One late night while John was sleeping, Matt was feeling sleepy and just about to turn the light off when he heard his phone vibrating.  It was Colby and he said a muffled hello.  Matt was quick to find out that Colby was gorging on a late night snack of double fudge brownies.  He was eating fast and extremely horny, and this just made Matt hornier but he was so tired he just shoved his briefs down to the floor and flopped on the bed jacking off immediately.  He had completely forgotten about the muscled boy nearby.  He was too busy listening to Colby eat and get fatter to care.  He listened as Colby stuffed his fat face with brownies, and he heard him smack his newly huge belly every now and then.  Matt just kept telling him to eat more, kept telling him about the body he used to have and how fat he’d become.  By the time Colby had finished his late night meal, Matt was on the verge of exploding, his cock pulsating in his paws.  His thighs flexing; his abs flexing harder as he got closer.  Then Colby revealed something to Matt that sent Matt’s body into a raging orgasm. “Man…when we get back to school…I want you to fuck me again…make me even fatter.” “Oh shit,” was all that Matt was able to whisper as cum rocketed out of his lengthy cock.  He let out a soft moan and heard Colby doing the same on the line.  The cum splattered everywhere, all over his chest and legs, even some on his face.  There was cum on the bedsheets too.  He said his goodbyes to Colby for the night and looked at the mess he’d made.  He got up from bed and walked naked around John’s bed to the bathroom, letting his softening cock flop around.  He grabbed the hand towel by the sink they used to dry their hands with and cleaned himself off then walked back into the room to get what he could off his sheets then threw the towel back into the bathroom, pulled his briefs up over his meaty ass tucking his softened cock into the pouch, climbed into bed, and quietly drifted off to sleep.

When winter vacation was finally over, he packed up all the stuff he’d brought home and overloaded his car with luggage.  It didn’t take long before he was on campus and bringing things up to the room.  He opened the door to see his once thin roommate standing sitting at his desk.  His belly was poking out of his extremely tight white undershirt that outlined every pound of fat as well as his plump womanly tits.  He had on a tight pair of sweatpants too.  They only made his love handles more pronounced.  Matt noticed that he was chewing and then he saw the pack of twinkies on his desk.   Matt stepped in, shut the door, and dropped what he was carrying.  He walked over to Colby’s desk and grabbed a twinkie, unwrapped it, and shoved it in Colby’s already full mouth.  Matt reached down while Colby was still sitting and chewing and lifted up his shirt, letting his fat roll out.  He threw the shirt aside and took off his own shirt, then undid his jeans and stripped down to his tighty whities.  His muscled body, his firm round ass and well-defined pecs, arms, abs, and legs all looked infinitely better next to the fat slob who was stuffing his face in the chair in front of him.  Colby stood up and pushed the chair aside still facing away from Matt.  Matt stepped forward and pushed his hard body into the shorter, much fatter boy.  He reached around under Colby’s flabby arms and grabbed his hefty belly in his hands letting his fingers sink into the fat.  Colby kept chewing away while one of Matt’s hands lifted and dropped his gut and the other squeezed and cupped his double D breasts.  Colby could feel his fat fill in the ridges of Matt’s athletic torso.  Colby felt like a pig; he felt so unbelievably fat, and he was.  Matt reached over and got another twinkie, unwrapped it and shoved it in his pig’s mouth while gently thrusting his growing bulge into Colby’s wide ass. Matt couldn’t wait anymore.  He yanked down Colby’s sweatpants to find that Colby wasn’t wearing any underwear.  He was also greeted face to ass with Colby’s very wide, very fat ass.  Colby’s asshole was deep between two round globes of pure fat, not an ounce of muscle beneath them.  Matt stood up and guided Colby to Colby’s bed.  Colby’s fat thighs shaking together, gut pouncing with each waddle.  Even Colby’s almost invisible dick was bouncing in its fat prison under his belly.   Colby struggled but managed to climb up on the bed on all fours; his ass up in the air waiting.  Matt immediately pulled down his briefs letting his manhood flop out.  His balls were aching, they looked almost swollen, bigger than normal.  They were craving release, and Matt was ready and willing to give it to them.  He climbed up behind Colby’s awaiting jiggling ass.  He gave it a good slap to watch it jiggle.  Not only did it jiggle, but Colby’s thighs, belly, and tits all swayed with it.  Matt held his meat with one hand, placing the other on the pig’s ass in front of him.  Matt pushed forward, his cock pushed Colby’s fat cheeks aside while he aimed for his ass.  His ass was so fat that Matt’s cock felt like it was already deep in his ass when it was actually just surrounded by Colby’s fatass cheeks.  Matt’s cock head finally pushed up against Colby’s tight asshole.  Matt could barely contain himself.   He was filled with so much lust and desire.  He needed to cum so badly; he was beyond horny.  Colby moaned very loudly as Matt’s large head penetrated Colby’s ass.  Matt moaned just as loud in a deep manly voice.  It was better than he imagined; so fat, so tight.  Not long after the base of his cock pressed into the soft fat of Colby’s ass cheeks.  He was deep within his pig now. “You’re so fat now…you like it…you like this, don’t ya bitch, you like being a fatass,” Matt said forcefully to Colby.  Matt couldn’t think straight, he didn’t know what was coming over him.  His desire was in full control. All Colby’s could do was whimper and take it all.  Each thrust felt like he was being filled up even more than the last.  Matt’s dick was so big, and Colby only wanted more.  His whole body jiggled as Matt thrust into him and out of him, sometimes pulling out completely and then reentering.  Matt was grunting and moaning while Colby shook all over.   Then Colby heard Matt let out a very loud moan and felt Matt’s grip on his love handles harden.  Colby could feel the cum unloading within him.  It was filling up his ass and after a few seconds he felt very full.   He felt Matt pull out of him, and then he was rolled over.  He looked up at Matt’s sweat covered body.  The sweat only managed to magnify his muscles.  His pumped chest and arms; his still-hard dick swinging between two grand thighs.  Colby put his hands on his belly that was still shaking slightly from being turned over.   Suddenly, he felt very hungry, like he would never get enough to eat.   He heaved himself up off the bed, leaving Matt there.  He waddled, holding his starving gut, over to his desk and started shoveling in twinkie after twinkie. “I’m…so…hungry!!” He yelled, his voice muffled with food. Matt watched in shock as his roommate shoved 3 twinkies into his already full mouth.  His belly sagging over onto the desk.  His tits swinging as he gobbled down the food.  As Colby mindlessly stuffed himself silly, the changes were starting to take shape.  Matt watched as Colby’s tits swelled up even more.  They were huge jugs of fat that, at the moment, were very disproportional to the rest of his fat body.  His belly lurched forward onto the desk, taking up more and more space in front of him.  With his belly so large, it was getting hard for him to reach the twinkies that had been pushed back by his belly.  His bellybutton became extremely deep as his love handles spilled over his own waistline.  As he continued to gorge on food, his ass and hips widened dramatically, making his ass cheeks two large pillows of fat.  Colby almost lost his balance as his enlarging thighs forced his legs apart and completely engulfed what was left of his still hard dick.  His face finally started to receive some of the fattening as his neck thickened more as well as his face rounding out ever so slightly, but Colby was still chewing away and didn’t even notice the fattening.   He only took notice when it became hard to hold the twinkies after his fingers plumped up further turning into short thick sausages.  By this time though, the twinkies were all gone.  Colby licked his plump lips and put his chubby hands on his enormous belly resting on the desk and let out a very loud burp. Then he looked down and realize what had happened to him. “Holy fuck! Shit…oh fuck…” was all he managed to say when he realized his gluttony. Matt gazed at his completely overtaken roommate and knew that this semester was going to be better than the last.

[demitrishay]

This is a GREAT story. A little sexual but definitely a dream of mind.

[thicker-thicker]

Just can’t keep it off

[jpthicc]

Not quite big enough to pop it yet… but hopefully these shakes will take care of that soon 😌🤭

*volume up*

[sp96fat]

I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

[fatmenfindingsai]

Why be MaxSmall when you can be MaxBig.

[jpthicc]

I knew you wouldn't be able to resist gaining eventually. You're looking soft. Your ass is looking wide. How;s your fat pad?

You’re right… I can’t resist this 😮‍💨 what do you think of the fat pad? Starting to be able to grab it..

[jpthicc]

How much has that ass grown?

What do you think? 😉

[centralboyalex]

look at those rolls

[blimpthathunk2]

"Fire Island (2022)" - Zane Phillips

[gainercontent]

Room to Grow Part 2: The Wake-up Call

Elliot hadn’t seen Tom in over a year. They’d been close friends back in college, running together on the cross-country team and going to the gym every day. Tom had always been the fit one—the guy with a solid routine, a six-pack, and a protein shake in hand at all times. Elliot had respected it, even envied it sometimes, but after graduation, their paths had diverged. Elliot moved to the city for his new job and life, while Tom stayed back to start his own fitness consulting business.

But when Tom called last week, saying he was coming into town and wanted to catch up, Elliot was excited. It had been a while, and he knew it would be good to reconnect.

They decided on a small, trendy bistro in the city—a place with a health-conscious menu that catered to people like Tom: avocado toast, quinoa bowls, and smoothies with kale and spirulina. Elliot, despite his growing enjoyment of food and his expanded waistline, had agreed without hesitation. After all, he was still the same person, right? The same guy who had a solid foundation in healthy habits... just, well, a little more relaxed about it these days.

When Tom walked in, Elliot was already at the table, nervously checking his phone. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed Tom’s company until he saw him. Tom was still in prime shape—muscular, lean, and glowing with that natural energy that only someone who consistently worked out seemed to possess. He wore a fitted T-shirt and designer jeans, a look that was all too familiar from their college days.

"Well, well, look who it is!" Tom grinned, sliding into the chair across from Elliot. “It’s been forever, man! You look... well, different.”

Elliot grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, a little bit of a change. Been busy, you know?”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “Busy? Or *eating*? What’s up with that?” He gestured to the menu, a slight smirk on his face. “They don’t have a salad on here big enough for you anymore?”

Elliot chuckled nervously, trying to brush it off. "Nah, I’ve just been... living a little more. Trying new things. You know, enjoying life."

Tom squinted at him, clearly trying to figure out what Elliot was getting at. “You mean you’re eating like an actual *normal* person now, huh? Not so much of the ‘rabbit food’ anymore?”

Elliot felt a small knot form in his stomach. It wasn’t like Tom to be snarky, but there was something in his tone that made him uncomfortable. "I mean, I’ve been enjoying some bigger meals," Elliot admitted. "I’ve just... been eating more, that’s all. Been hanging out with my roommates, they love to cook."

Tom let out a light laugh, as if he’d just heard the punchline to a joke. “Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a couple of ‘foodies’ as roommates, huh? You know, dude, it’s cool to indulge every once in a while, but you’ve *got* to be careful. You don’t want to end up looking like those guys.”

Elliot’s smile faltered. He’d known Tom wasn’t the most tactful person when it came to body image, but hearing it from him stung more than he expected. Still, he tried to brush it off. “I’m not exactly packing on the pounds, Tom. Just... enjoying life a little more. It’s not a big deal.”

Tom tilted his head, inspecting Elliot more closely. “You sure about that? Because, man, you’ve got a little... softer around the edges, you know?” He chuckled. “I mean, last time I saw you, you were running marathons and eating protein bars for fun. What happened? Did you trade in the gym for a couch and some pizza?”

Elliot felt his face heat up. He wasn’t used to hearing those kinds of comments—especially not from Tom. Sure, they had always joked around in the past, but this felt different. There was an edge to it, and it left him feeling exposed. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more: Tom’s comments or the fact that they felt like they were *true*.

“Look, I haven’t exactly been training for a marathon, but I’m still active,” Elliot said, trying to defend himself. “I go for runs now and then. I’m not... I’m not just eating junk all the time.”

Tom raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying. I mean, you can eat whatever you want, but I thought you were better than this, man. You used to be *in shape*. Now you’ve got that ‘comfortable’ look. It’s fine, I guess, if you’re into it.”

Elliot wasn’t sure if he was more upset with Tom or with himself. He couldn’t ignore the tightness in his shirt, or the fact that his stomach wasn’t as flat as it used to be. And sure, maybe his eating habits had changed a little. But the idea that Tom was so quick to judge him for it made him feel small. Tom had always been the guy who had everything together, especially when it came to his body. To hear him poke fun at Elliot—his old friend—was like a punch to the gut.

Before he could respond, the waiter came over to take their orders. Tom, as expected, went for a grilled chicken salad with a side of quinoa, while Elliot, still flustered, ordered a hearty pasta dish. A few minutes later, their drinks arrived, and the conversation shifted back to the basics of their old college days. But the tension was there, just under the surface, and Elliot couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something had changed. He wasn’t the same guy anymore, and it wasn’t just about the way he looked.

“So, how’s work going?” Tom asked, taking a sip of his water. “You still doing that tech thing?”

Elliot nodded, grateful for the change in topic. “Yeah, it’s been good. Busy, but it’s exciting. I’m getting a lot of opportunities, so that’s been cool.”

“That’s awesome,” Tom said, leaning back. “But hey, just remember, man, if you ever want to get back in shape, you know who to call. I can help you get back on track. No shame in a little reboot.”

Elliot forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it. But I’m good. Really.”

The rest of the dinner went by in a blur. Tom talked about his new clients, his latest workouts, and how he was trying to break into a more competitive fitness market. Elliot nodded along, though his mind kept drifting back to the words Tom had thrown his way. He didn’t know if he was more upset about the body-shaming or the fact that he couldn’t help but wonder if Tom was right. Was he just becoming “comfortable”? Was he letting himself go?

By the time dessert arrived—Tom, of course, ordering a fruit salad with yogurt and Elliot taking a small chocolate mousse—Elliot couldn’t shake the feeling of being in a weird limbo. He wasn’t sure if he was proud of his new, more relaxed approach to food and life, or if he should go back to his old habits—just to prove that he could.

But as they parted ways later, walking out of the bistro together, Elliot realized something important. 

The way Tom saw him wasn’t the way he saw himself anymore. Tom might be in perfect shape, but Elliot had something his old friend didn’t: balance. He’d stopped obsessing over every bite, stopped counting every calorie, and had started enjoying the present. Sure, it was a little messy. He was fuller, a little softer, but he was also more content, more confident in his own skin. 

Maybe Tom didn’t understand that. Maybe Tom would never understand. But that was okay.

As he walked back home, Elliot felt the familiar warmth of his roommates’ laughter spilling out of the apartment windows. They were waiting for him, as always, with a meal ready. And tonight, for the first time, he didn’t feel guilty about it. He was exactly where he needed to be.

The night with Tom lingered in Elliot's mind longer than he’d like to admit. During the walk home, he replayed the conversation over and over, Tom’s mocking comments echoing in his head like a persistent buzz. "You’ve got that ‘comfortable’ look," Tom had said, with that insufferable smirk on his face. It had stung more than he was willing to admit. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of body-shaming, especially not from someone who was once a close friend.

But as he walked through the door of the apartment, where the comforting sounds of Ryan and Mark laughing over dinner filled the air, he felt that familiar sense of calm return. It wasn’t about Tom or his judgment. It was about this—this life, this space he’d created with Ryan and Mark. They had welcomed him, no questions asked, no criticisms about how much he ate or what he looked like. 

He’d spent too much time obsessing over his body, too much time worrying about the way others saw him. He wasn’t going to let Tom’s words define him. He wasn’t going to let them ruin the progress he’d made—his freedom to enjoy food, to live without guilt. 

That night, Elliot made a silent promise to himself. He was going to embrace it. He wasn’t just going to go back to his old ways, trying to fit into someone else’s idea of what was "right" or "healthy." He was going to match Ryan and Mark bite for bite, savor every meal, and let go of any lingering insecurity. If this was his new life, he was going to dive in, unapologetically.

****New Chapter will be posted each Thursday****

[centralboyalex]

I need more

[balloonedbearsnchubsai]

[centralboyalex]

the dream

[malesuperchub]

The dream

[maxpounds]

Broken Leg

Part one

It was the third week of the university course, and the campus was buzzing with life and activity. Alex and David, dorm roommates, had hit it off from the start. They attended the same classes, shared meals in the cafeteria, and spent hours together in the gym. Alex was blond and he had an athletic body. What stood out the most about his physique was his perky butt. Despite his shyness, he enjoyed David's company. David, darker-haired and more muscular, exuded confidence and had a dominant presence that Alex found intoxicating. Both were very handsome but still virgins.

One afternoon, David returned from the library loaded with books and notes, only to find Alex in bed with a cast on his leg.

"What happened?" he asked, putting his things aside and approaching him.

Alex sighed, clearly annoyed.

"I had a stupid fall on the stairs. I broke my leg, and the doctor said I should avoid putting weight on it for an entire month."

David frowned.

"Wow. Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yes, but they gave me something for the pain. The worst part is I can't move well, and I don't know how I'll attend classes."

David sat on the edge of Alex's bed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that. I'll share my notes with you so you won't fall behind."

"Thanks."

"And forget about going to the cafeteria. I'll bring you takeout."

Alex looked at him with gratitude.

"What would I do without you?"

David stood up, his expression firm.

"I'm here to help. We'll get through this together."

With that promise, David set out to take care of Alex over the following weeks.

On his first day as a nurse, David woke up early to attend classes, leaving Alex sleeping in the room. He returned a few hours later with fast food in a bag from a campus restaurant.

"I brought you something to eat," he said, placing the bag on a tray over Alex's bed. "I'm heading to the cafeteria now and then to the gym. I'll fetch your dinner tonight."

"Thanks."

Hungry, Alex glanced at his food and quickly devoured it: a burger, fries, and a milkshake. He felt a bit guilty about consuming so many calories, but hunger and boredom made him ignore those thoughts.

Each day followed a similar pattern. And the evenings became their time together. David would go out for dinner, and they would settle in Alex's bed to watch movies and series on the laptop. They shared laughs and conversations. David often watched Alex eat, noticing small changes in his body. His toned muscles started to soften, and a small layer of fat accumulated around his waist and thighs. Alex also noticed the changes. Initially, he felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, though there was something intriguing about it all.

One night, while enjoying a movie together, Alex looked at David.

"I think I've gained some weight," he murmured.

David nodded.

"Yeah, I've noticed. But you're fine, Alex."

David's words made Alex blush and awakened something inside him.

As the days passed, both found themselves thinking more and more about Alex's weight gain. The night before removing the cast, they were in bed, watching a movie. David let his hand rest on Alex's abdomen, feeling the soft curve that had formed. Alex tensed at first but then relaxed, allowing David's hand to stay there.

"I didn't know I'd like this so much," Alex admitted quietly, looking at David with bright eyes.

David smiled, his thumb gently caressing Alex's skin.

"Me neither."

They shared a look filled with meaning. The sexual tension was palpable. David, with his hand still on Alex's soft abdomen, decided to take the first step. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Alex's. Alex responded to the kiss, first shyly and then with growing fervor. When they separated, they were breathing heavily.

"Your physical change turns me on, Alex," David confessed.

Alex gulped.

"It turns me on too," he admitted quietly. "And the fact that you're the one who brought me all that food, that you're partly responsible for my change... arouses me a lot."

Alex's words encouraged David. With a mischievous smile, he took off Alex's shirt, exposing his chest and belly. Alex did the same, undressing David with trembling but determined hands. Alex's pecs, once firm, showed a slight layer of fat, and his nipples were more prominent. His belly had lost definition and appeared softly rounded. David's hands moved down to Alex's pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down. Alex mimicked David. They were left in tight briefs, the fabric clearly outlining their painful hard-ons. With a mix of desire and curiosity, David slid Alex's briefs down, freeing his penis. He then revealed his own. They studied each other for a moment, absorbing the sight of one another, before David took the initiative.

"You look incredible," he murmured, his hand sliding over Alex's abdomen.

His voice was thick with desire. He began to work Alex's cock with slow, firm movements. Alex closed his eyes and let out a moan. Each stroke increased the pleasure.

"David," Alex gasped, "I'm going to... oh... God..."

David increased the pace of his hand while attending to his own erection with equal intensity.

"Let go, Alex," David whispered, his eyes locked on his roommate's.

With a final moan, Alex climaxed. He came in David's hand, who soon reached his own orgasm and collapsed beside him. They knew they had just crossed a line, one they weren't willing to step back from. Their lives had changed forever, and they were eager to explore what the future held.

The next morning, a Saturday, Alex left the doctor's office feeling relieved and excited. After weeks with a cast, he could finally move with more freedom. He had put on sweatpants, since all his jeans were too tight. Opening the dorm door, he found David waiting with a big smile and food temptingly spread out on one of the desks.

"Welcome back to freedom, Alex!" David exclaimed, stepping in for a hug. "I thought we should celebrate in style."

Alex smiled, feeling a special warmth inside.

"Thanks, David. Wow, that's a lot of food."

They sat on the bed, and David started serving him generous portions on a tray. Alex, excited, devoured each bite while David watched with satisfaction. As Alex ate, David couldn't help but comment on the changes in Alex's body.

"You've gained a lot, especially in your butt," he said with a naughty look. "It's gotten bigger and rounder. I love it."

Alex felt his cheeks blush, but couldn't deny he liked David's attention.

"Yeah, these sweatpants are one of the few things that fit," he admitted between bites.

"And not just in your butt," David continued, running his hand over Alex's abdomen. "Your belly has grown too."

After a good while of chewing, swallowing, and drinking, Alex was full and satisfied. But David had more plans for him.

"I want to give you something else, as a reward for eating everything," he said seductively.

David knelt in front of Alex and began to pull down his pants, exposing his tight briefs.

"Wow, these look so snug, Alex," he murmured before freeing Alex's semi-erection and starting to pleasure him with his mouth.

Alex's moans filled the room as David worked skillfully. When Alex reached orgasm, his newly gained fat jiggled. David got up, licking his lips, and leaned in to kiss Alex.

"I want to see you grow more. Would you like that?"

Alex, still feeling waves of pleasure, nodded. David smiled with satisfaction.

Part two

Another month passed, during which David dedicated himself to feeding Alex with great care. Every evening, after dinner at the cafeteria, he made sure his roommate’s belly was well filled. Alex eagerly devoured everything, enjoying both the junk food they bought from local restaurants and the numerous baked goods.

One Sunday afternoon, after a particularly heavy lunch, Alex found himself alone in front of the bathroom mirror. He was only wearing briefs, which now didn't really fit. He turned to see his reflection from different angles. His belly had grown noticeably, rounding out and projecting over the elastic waistband of his underwear. His thighs had thickened, and his love handles bulged out at the sides. But the most striking change was his butt: it had become even bigger and rounder, completely filling the back of his underwear and stretching the fabric almost to its limit. David entered the room at that moment with a box of donuts in hand. Seeing Alex admiring himself in the mirror, a smile of pride and desire appeared on his face.

“Look at you,” David said, approaching and running his hands over Alex’s hips to squeeze the fat with adoration. “You’re so fat...”

Alex shivered at David’s touch and his words.

“It’s your fault,” murmured with excitement.

David moved closer, pressing his body against Alex’s. “I know,” he whispered in his ear before offering him a donut. “Eat.”

Alex took the donut and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste and the feeling of being fed. As Alex ate, David set the box on the sink, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his underwear, revealing his immediate erection. Without taking his eyes off Alex’s reflection in the mirror, he slid his tight briefs down with difficulty, exposing his plump cheeks.

“This ass needs to be fucked,” David said, rubbing the sticky tip of his cock between the voluptuous cheeks.

As Alex continued to eat the donuts David gave him, David penetrated him very slowly, their moans mixing with the sounds of Alex chewing. Each thrust was a reminder of how much he had changed, how his body had transformed. David kept whispering in his ear how fat he was. Alex, completely surrendered, felt waves of pleasure through his body. His belly bounced slightly with each movement, and his hard nipples rubbed against the mirror. He finished the last donut just as he reached climax, his cries echoing in the bathroom. David kept moving, prolonging the pleasure for both of them, before finally coming. He stayed inside Alex for a few moments, breathing heavily.

“I want to see you even fatter,” he said.

Alex, still feeling David’s cock inside him and the donuts in his stomach, nodded. “Yes. Make me fatter.”

The next day, Alex and David decided they wouldn’t go to class. The desire to spend the day together enjoying their intimacy and Alex’s body transformation was too strong. David woke up early and went out to buy a large amount of food. He returned to the dorm with several bags full of fast food, cake, and sodas. Alex, still in bed, watched with curious and eager eyes as David placed the food on the desk. The aroma of burgers, fries, pizzas, and desserts made his stomach growl with hunger. David approached the bed with a slice of pizza in hand and held it in front of Alex’s lips.

“Today, we’re going to make sure that fat keeps piling on,” he said with a seductive smile.

Alex opened his mouth and bit into the pizza, tasting the greasy cheese. While Alex ate, David sat beside him, caressing his rounded belly. It wobbled when he shook it. On the other hand, his love handles were so irresistible that David couldn’t stop touching them either.

“You’re so fat, Alex. I love how all this jiggly fat moves,” David said in a low, desire-filled voice.

His hands roamed over every roll, every fold, admiring how Alex’s body had transformed. Alex, with his mouth full, could only moan with pleasure. David’s touch and words of admiration made him feel incredibly sexy. He continued devouring slice after slice, all of them offered by his roommate. David leaned in and began kissing Alex’s belly.

“Will you get even fatter for me?” he asked, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes.

“Yes,” Alex replied, his voice trembling with excitement.

David smiled and pulled down Alex’s pre-cum-soaked underwear, revealing his member. As he finished the pizza, David began to jerk him off slowly, his hands moving skillfully. Alex shivered with pleasure, feeling his body become increasingly sensitive to David’s fingers. His belly bounced slightly with each stroke, as did his nipples. David watched Alex with fascination. He couldn’t resist any longer. He turned Alex over and positioned himself behind him, lowering his own pants and underwear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Alex. And while I do, I want you to eat this burger,” he said, bringing it close to his mouth.

Alex grunted in agreement. David slid his cock into Alex with one hand and pushed the burger towards his mouth with the other, making him eat while he thrust. They quickly reached climax.

The first exams finally came to an end, and the accumulated stress from weeks of studying dissipated. One day, David had the idea to buy a scale. He returned to the dorm with a smile. Alex, who had spent the last few months enjoying the food David fed him, was lying in bed, engrossed in a series.

“Alex, come here,” David called with a mischievous grin on his lips.

Alex got up with some effort, his body clearly more voluminous and heavy. He approached David, who placed the scale in the center of the room.

“It’s time to see how much you’ve grown,” David said, his voice filled with anticipation.

Alex stepped on the scale, and they both watched as the numbers stabilized.

“209 pounds,” David read aloud. “Damn, you’ve gained 55 pounds.”

Alex looked at David and noticed his crotch. Without saying a word, he knelt in front of him, lowered his pants, and started sucking his cock. David moaned, his hands burying in Alex’s hair as he took him deeply into his mouth. The sight of a fatter Alex, dedicated to pleasuring him, drove him wild.

“Yes, Alex, keep going,” he said, trembling with pleasure.

Alex sucked him fervently, enjoying the power he had to arouse David. David’s cock was rock hard, and every moan he made encouraged Alex to continue. David couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted Alex and pushed him onto the bed.

“What an ass,” David whispered, lowering his extremely tight briefs and giving him a smack.

He entered him slowly, savoring every second.

“You’ve gotten so fat for me...” he said as he began to move.

Alex moaned, feeling the pressure and pleasure mix in his body.

“Yes, David, and I love being like this for you,” he responded, moving in sync with David’s thrusts.

David increased the pace, his hands firmly gripping Alex’s love handles.

“You’re so sexy, so... obese,” he murmured.

They both reached orgasm simultaneously, their bodies shaking in unison. After coming, David collapsed on top of Alex, panting and sweaty. A few seconds later, he rolled off and lay next to him.

“David,” Alex began, turning to look him in the eyes, “I have something to confess. I want both of us to get fat. I’d like to see you with some extra pounds.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You’re into fat, it’s obvious. Don’t you wonder what it would feel like on your own body?”

“Well, I am curious, yes.”

“I think we should start this Christmas break. We’ll stay here on campus, and we can spend it eating and enjoying ourselves.”

David smiled, his face lighting up with the same excitement Alex felt.

“We can give it a go.”

They looked at each other with a mix of love and lust, knowing that the path they had chosen together would be full of pleasure and discoveries. And so, with a new determination, they prepared for the next chapter of their shared story, ready to see how far they could go.

Part three

Christmas vacation was coming to an end, and for Alex and David, those days had been a complete transformation. Not just in their bodies, but in their relationship. Ever since Alex had confessed his desire for both of them to gain weight together, they had dedicated every moment to fulfilling it. Every morning, they ordered huge breakfasts for delivery: piles of pancakes covered in butter and maple syrup, sausages, eggs, and calorie-rich milkshakes. At noon, they took turns going out for fast food, which consisted of burgers, pizzas, and huge servings of fries. And dinner was always a feast, with endless desserts. They ate, laughed, and shared caresses as their bodies expanded day by day.

The result of those weeks of indulgence was undeniable. Alex, who had started with a chubby body, had gained even more weight. His belly now spilled over the waistband of his pants, soft and rounded. His thighs rubbed against each other. And his naturally perky butt now projected with additional volume, making it very prominent. David, on the other hand, had begun his transformation with a more muscular body. But the constant intake of food and the temporary abandonment of the gym had added pounds in a distributed manner. His navel, deep as it was, got lost in a belly that was beginning to round out. His large nipples seemed more prominent under the soft fabric of his tight shirts, and his hips and thighs had acquired a layer of fat that gave him a more voluptuous contour. His butt, always firm, now had a softness that made it jiggle slightly when he moved.

It was a Sunday afternoon when they decided to face the results of their dedication. They looked at each other, their eyes full of complicity and desire, and headed to the scale. Alex went first.

“231 pounds,” David announced triumphantly. “You’ve gained another 22 pounds this vacation.”

Alex smiled, feeling pride and excitement. He stepped off the scale and gestured for David to take his place. David stepped up and waited for the numbers to stabilize.

“201 pounds,” read Alex. “You’ve gained almost 44 pounds. How is that possible?”

Without a word, they removed their underwear, which was uncomfortably tight around their waists and butts.

“I love how you look,” murmured David, approaching Alex and sliding a hand over his belly.

“And I love how you’ve gotten,” Alex responded, his hands running down David’s sides.

They celebrated with a kiss what they had created together and David led Alex to the bed.

“I’m going to give you all the pleasure you deserve,” David whispered. “Every pound you’ve gained is because of me, and that drives me crazy.”

His lips kissed Alex’s neck while his fingers played with his nipples. Alex moaned, his hands finding David’s nipples, pinching them gently and enjoying the reaction it provoked.

“And every pound you’ve gained is because of me,” Alex replied.

David smiled, embracing Alex, whose cock was hard and dripping.

“Let’s eat a bit more,” David suggested, reaching for a chocolate cake cut into generous slices that he had left on his desk the day before. “I want to watch you devour this while I fuck you.”

Alex turned around, his breath quickening with anticipation. As David slowly penetrated him, he began eating the slices, one after another, each bite filling him with both food and pleasure. His moans filled the room as David moved inside him, whispering, 'You’re so obese' and 'I love your fat ass.' Alex asked David to eat some cake too, and David obeyed. They finished the whole thing quickly. When they climaxed, David collapsed on Alex, both covered in crumbs.

“Let’s keep this up,” Alex murmured, his voice barely audible. “Let’s get even fatter.”

David nodded, kissing Alex’s forehead.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, waking Alex and David. They stretched in their beds, feeling the additional weight of their bodies after a holiday of indulgence. They looked at each other and laughed, knowing they would have to face the reality of their new sizes today.

“We should try on our school clothes before classes resume,” David said, getting out of bed. “I doubt anything other than a couple of big t-shirts and sweatpants will fit.”

Alex felt a mix of nervousness and excitement at the thought of how his clothes would fit his new curves. They started searching through their closets. David was the first to try on a shirt. It was one of his favorites, black, which used to fit him perfectly. Now, as he slid it over his torso, the fabric stretched noticeably over his belly, and his bulging nipples were more prominent than ever.

“It looks ridiculous on me,” David said, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and then at Alex.

Alex couldn’t help but bite his lower lip at such a display of David’s weight gain.

“You look like a cow! Let me try,” he said, pulling out some stretchy jeans.

He pulled them up over his wide thighs with difficulty.

“Ugh! I can’t button them,” he commented, turning to see the fabric stretching dangerously over his hips.

David watched as Alex’s unbuttoned pants didn’t cover his butt, accentuating its new roundness.

“You’re the cow. Those seams are going to burst any moment,” David teased.

They continued trying on different clothes, laughing and making erotic comments. It was clear they needed new clothes.

They left their dorm dressed poorly and walked to the nearest store. Every step made their bodies move enticingly: their bellies jiggled slightly, and their butts swayed sensually.

They returned to their dorm having acquired several large pieces of clothing, including underwear, turned on by the sights in the changing rooms.

“Today, I realized how truly fat we are,” David said, touching Alex’s belly and feeling the softness under his fingers.

“I know,” Alex said, grabbing David’s tits.

The room filled with whispers, caresses, and moans, every movement a promise of pleasure.

The first day of classes after the holidays went by somewhat normally for Alex and David. They got up early, dressed in their new clothes, and attended classes. Everyone commented on how much weight they had gained over Christmas, but they just shrugged. After the morning classes, they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. Even though the food was healthy, they ate way too much.

They lay down in their beds back in their dorm room.

“Should we go back to the gym?” Alex asked, though without much conviction.

David looked at him and smiled.

“I’d rather order a pizza and keep enjoying this,” he said, slapping his own belly.

Alex laughed and nodded.

“That sounds better. But pizza? We just ate.”

They decided to play a little prank. They put on the smallest underwear they had, ones they hadn’t thrown away on purpose. The elastic waistband dug into their flesh and shamelessly showed their ass cracks.

“Let’s see the pizza guy's reaction,” David said, adjusting his underwear and admiring his reflection in the mirror.

Soon the doorbell rang. David opened the door, revealing his barely covered body in his briefs. Alex approached as well, both of them shamelessly showing off. The pizza guy stood there, mouth open, unable to avoid staring at their exposed roundness.

“Here... here’s your pizza,” he said in a trembling voice, handing over the boxes.

“Thanks,” Alex said, taking the pizza and turning around.

They burst into laughter as they closed the door.

“He looked at us like we were monsters!” David said.

“That was incredible!” Alex added.

They took off their underwear, sat on Alex’s bed, opened the box, and started devouring the pizza. Every bite was a mix of pleasure and lust.

“Look how fat you are,” David mumbled.

“And what about you? Fat pig,” Alex responded.

Desire grew between them, and as they continued chewing, they touched and masturbated each other. The insults about their obesity took them to new levels of excitement. They were trapped in a cycle of pleasure and fatness, and both knew there was no going back.

Final part

After months of classes, spring break, final exams, much indulgence, and endless sessions of pleasure, the school year was almost over. Alex and David woke up one morning feeling the weight of their bodies, the result of their voracious appetite and constant desire to gain weight.

David opened his eyes first, his hand brushing the expanse of his belly before getting out of bed. His body moved with noticeable effort. The lard on his abdomen spilled over in several folds. His large, dark nipples stood out on his soft chest, surrounded by a mass of flesh that jiggled with every movement. His arms, once firm and toned, were now thick and full. He looked down at his legs. His thighs had widened considerably, and his calves were filled with fat. The most unexpected change was his butt. His glutes had expanded enormously, each fat and rounded cheek bouncing slightly as he walked. His hips had also widened, giving him a more voluptuous shape.

“Alex, are you awake? Let’s weigh ourselves, fatso. It’s time,” David mumbled sleepily.

Alex got out of bed. His body wasn’t far behind in changes. His abs, once firm and defined, had disappeared under a thick layer of fat. His belly hung over the waistband of his XL briefs, creating a roundness that swayed with every movement. His nipples were also larger. As for his arms, they were surrounded by a layer of fat that gave them a soft appearance. His thighs had grown considerably, as had his calves, and his glutes, once firm and perky, were now even bigger and rounder than David’s, a tempting sight with every step he took.

They headed together to the scale. David stepped on first, watching the numbers rapidly rise until they stopped at 326 pounds.

“Holy crap! 326 pounds,” he said with a mix of amazement and excitement.

Then it was Alex’s turn. He stepped on the scale. The numbers climbed until they stopped at 313 pounds.

“313 pounds,” Alex said proudly and worriedly.

David approached Alex to caress his enormous butt, his hands sinking into the soft, overflowing flesh. He squeezed the cheeks lightly, making them jiggle like jelly. Alex's hands roamed David’s soft belly to feel every inch of fat. Then his fingers played with David’s salami-sized nipples, which instantly hardened. They looked at each other intensely. It had totally gotten out of hand. What would their families say when they saw them in the summer?

“David, I love you.”

“I love you too, Alex.”