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[charliegyrth]

Hello from Charlie Gyrth!

A Brief Introduction (and Links!)

Hello, Tumblr! My name’s Charlie. I’ve been writing (and reading) gainer fiction for years, and I finally have the confidence to start posting. My goal is to publish one story or chapter every day for the rest of 2025.

Here’s what I have so far:

Long Stories:

Go with the Flow: A Surfer Gets Fat (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

A Milkshake a Day (ebook) 1 2 3 4

Fatter for the Wedding (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Alex Gets Soft (ebook) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Nightly Feedings (ebook) 1 2 3 4

Short Stories:

Tiny Tim and Small Sam The Hottest Guy in Town 1 2 Metabolism Blockers Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines I Really Want You to Like Me Liam's Sweet Tooth Are You Happy? My Best Friend Comes Back The Writer's Retreat Halloween Before and After Marriage Body Mark Wears the Pants Two Fat Guys on a Blind Date

And here’s a little bit about me:

I love writing about positive, supportive male couples who embrace the joys of gaining, feeding, encouraging, stuffing, and belly play. I don’t write about force-feeding (unless it’s consensual) or revenge fattening. I read those kinds of stories sometimes, but as a writer, I want to explore the healthier sides to gaining.

I find fat beautiful, so I kind of get lost in describing it sometimes. I love the sheer variety of plus-sized body types, so I try to reflect that in my stories. Not every fat guy is destined to grow a big, round beer gut (although those are great, of course).

I typically stay away from magical plots or instant weight gain. That usually doesn’t do it for me.

I will never use AI in my writing. I like creating these stories myself. (I have a day job as a full-time writer/editor, so this stuff is sort of a release for me.)

I try to be realistic with how quickly my characters gain, but sometimes I get a little ahead of myself and stretch reality. Just go with it.

I've started to publish some of these stories as ebooks. They will always be available for free on Tumblr, but one of my goals in life is to make gainer fiction more accepted in the literary world. We need to get more of this stuff out there. I don't expect gainer fiction to ever become mainstream, but there's no reason why it isn't as mainstream as, say, werewolf shifter erotica or other niche subgenres.

Probably not important, but I'm a redhead, so if you're wondering why there's an overrepresentation of red-haired characters in my stories, now you know.

I’m a gainer in my personal life, but I’m terrible at it. I always get up to about 210 or so and then chicken out. These stories are a way to help me process some of those feelings so that I can eventually have the confidence to keep going. We’ll see. (196 as of today!)

And I think that’s about it. Thanks so much for checking out my Tumblr! And happy eating!

[epigstolary]

Welcome to Epigstolary, a place where I write about gaining, feeding, and all things fattening. My stories are usually at the higher end of the scale, with an affectionate emphasis on teasing, humiliation, and the consequences of extreme gluttony. If that sounds like your cup of tea, I think you’ll enjoy what’s in these pages, and I hope you’ll check out some of the stories linked below:

CONTENTS

Tough Guy — You may think you’re a man’s man, even if that waistline says otherwise. But your enabling partner’s happy to let you keep thinking whatever you want.

On Your Own — What does the future have in store for your superchub self without your feeder?

Real Talk — Your friend has some “advice” to share with you about your weight and habits.

Rebound — It’s easier to regain, and then some — as you’ll soon find out.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part One — A gainer who chooses an idyllic life in the country with their feeder might have gotten more than they bargained for.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part Two — How does a rural superchub handle dinner guests and a trip into town?

Lecture — You’re the focal point of a scientific teachable moment about the effects of hypermorbid obesity on the human body.

Deaf Ears — You haven’t been listening to your feeder’s warnings about your habits, and this is the result.

Step By Step — You don’t become a superchub overnight. But there are signs that’s where things are going.

Big Deal — It’s time you gave your feeder a talking-to after they get cold feet from your recent gains.

The Makings of a Glutton — What makes a superchub? A menu of food that’s terrible for you, apparently.

Too Much of a Good Thing — It may be wonderful, but the weight of your feeder’s affection is catching up with you.

A New Home — A newly-immobile superchub gets used to life in a facility meant to help them lose weight, but the caregiver who fed them that size has other plans.

Sedentary — Years of poor diet and too much time on the couch has made it harder and harder to get around.

A Normal Life — You consider a return to civilian life after years as a live-in feedee.

Out and About — Your feeder recounts their favorite things about taking you out and showing you off to unsuspecting, shocked civilians.

Wish Fulfillment — You awaken to find yourself the immobile superchub of your dreams, but how long will you get to enjoy it?

The Look — Your feeder wants to make sure you understand your situation.

Weakness — Your feeder confronts you with how your weakness for food brought you to your current obese condition.

Best Intentions — Unsuspecting bystanders gape, mock, and try to help as you begin mysteriously and rapidly gaining hundreds of pounds.

Enabling Delusion — You and your partner still think you’re going to lose the weight. Your friends think differently.

Center of Attention — Your popularity as a superchub influencer won’t save you from humiliation when your gains finally catch up to you.

Consumed — A poetic exploration of how gaining grew to dominate your life.

Expressions — A feeder recounts a gainer’s progress through how they react to their burgeoning body.

The Biggest Size They Make — You’ve been fighting your wardrobe for a long time, and now you’re losing the battle.

Morning — Nothing beats a cozy, comfy morning being spoiled by your feeder.

Excuses — You always have an excuse ready for why your weight isn’t a problem. But there are signs that you’re only fooling yourself.

The Deal — Your bodybuilding arrangement with a savvy gainer proves to be more than you bargained for.

Over The Edge — An admirer puzzles over how you let yourself get to the edge of the gaining abyss.

Just A Number — That’s all weight is, but yours has been going up alarmingly fast.

A Growing Problem — Your partner finally gets their concerns about your weight problem off their chest.

When, Not Whether — Gaining like you do isn’t sustainable. You’re heading for a crisis; it’s just a matter of time.

Realization — Your partner finally takes off the mask, revealing their inner feeder once it’s too late for you to do anything about it.

No Going Back — You thought you could experiment with gaining and lose the weight after you’d had your fun. You were wrong.

Trough — A shadowy feeder sets you up to eat like the farm animal you are, to see just how long you can manage.

Big and Tall — A rotund clothes shopper needs the help of a chaser sales clerk after a sartorial mishap.

Polite — You’ve gotten too fat to make fun of, but the polite restraint from your friends tells you everything you need to know.

Vignettes

Beyond Your Control

Animals

Love

The Tailor

Comment Section

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Scale #1

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[eatyourselffatter]

Medibesity Labs Part 1

Synopsis- In this 7600 word story a plumped up biotechnologist creates a sexually transmitted pathogen that leads to extreme weight gain in those infected.

Patient 0

Carlos squirmed around on his rolling stool, his business casual button up straining against the fresh belly flesh he’s been rapidly accumulating around his recently toned midsection, and the seat of his pants felt soon to be spitting open around his rounded, beefy ass. He should’ve upgraded his work attire several weeks ago, but if everything goes according to plan then there would be no need.

A few drops of sweat poured down from Carlos’ well styled curls as he focused on pipetting under the vent hood. Phase 1 was already successfully completed, the induction of a gene found to increase hunger by up to a 50% increase in mammals to a nonpathogenic virus similar to a common STD. After the identification of this easy to manipulate gene, this phase had been cake. Carlos’ groundbreaking research in Medibesity Labs was seen as extraordinary, propelling the small lab’s metabolic research to the medical industry’s limelight in their latest and greatest research of helping underweight populations, such as the sick and elderly, to be able to eat enough and maintain a healthy weight. All it took for Carlos to make the virus’ effects more potent was secretly incorporating the gene into the virus’ DNA 9 more times to make this effect multiply tenfold when he tested on mice at his apartment. Upon seeing the mice eating without abandon, becoming so fat they could barely walk over many months, he knew the grave implications this could have should this ever get into the wrong hands.

After his huge success in his previous research, Carlos’ new research for the beginning of phase 2 was quickly approved. Medibesity Labs was greedy for more fame and profit, and was quickly becoming one of the most well known labs in metabolic research. The newly proposed virus, when it infected its host, should have caused a modest and healthy increase in fat storage speed and quantity. Much to Medibesity Labs’ dismay, the biotech from this phase would never hit the market. During the clinical trials consisting of many rounds of introduction of the new fat storing virus to mice, it was found that the mice would simply not stop gaining weight. While the speed and quantity of fat that the mice accumulated could be manipulated with suppression or greater expression of the gene, it seemed to affect the mice in a way that would not allow them to stop gaining weight once reaching a healthy size as originally hypothesized. Everyone in the lab was horrified to see the abominations they had created… everyone except for Carlos. A little tweaking here, a few reactions there, and Carlos had quickly enhanced the fat storing effects of the phase 2 virus.

The third and final phase of Carlos’ plan was, of course, met with pushback. After the failure of his previous experiment and the rising success of another up and coming competitor, Mediskinny Lab, pumping out new weight loss biotechnology left and right, Carlos knew his latest proposal was not what the Principal Investigator in his lab wanted to see. His PI, Nate, a blond and aging twunk, was not too thrilled about the proposed prospect of a biotech virus whose DNA caused fatigue and increased lethargy as a means of supposedly healthful weight gain. But, with the pressure for success coming from up top to compete with Mediskinny Labs, Nate ultimately approved Carlos’ grant. With this, the fate of phase 3, and perhaps the world, was sealed.

Carlos reached into his backpack to pull out yet another giant burger, quickly throwing away the wrapper to hide any evidence of his poor lab techniques. He really shouldn’t be this hungry again, only 45 minutes after polishing off a meal big enough for a family of 4, but his growling stomach had become quite demanding since testing the phase 1 pathogen on himself. He worked a little faster as he felt his belly swelling out, unsure if it was due to a food bloat or the rapid accumulation of fat already depositing itself all over his body caused by the phase 2 pathogen. And he was so, so tired. After working all day, staying even a few minutes after everyone else went home seemed impossible with the extreme lethargy caused by phase 3. All Carlos wanted to do was drive to the nearest fast food joint and gorge himself on impossible quantities of food until it was time to go home. And the sweat didn’t make his work any easier. While the lab was a cool temperature, Carlos had noticed an unexpected side effect was increased sweat and pheromone production. Despite the excessive amount of deodorant he applied throughout the day, the men in his lab had been staring at him lustfully all day; he practically reeked of a scent so enticing it made any man’s dick rise to attention. 

As he finished his final inoculation, the strained button on Carlo’s shirt flew off. As his sweaty, glistening belly fat poured out of the gap in his shirt, he followed the path of the button straight to a picture on his desk. The force of his expanding belly had sent that button flying so hard it cracked the glass of the frame, but the image of Carlos, once fit and lean, accepting a reward for his research during phase 1, could clearly still be seen. Carlos smirked to himself as he looked at his picture. If the 3 segments of DNA from the 3 phases of his plan had been successfully incorporated into the STD’s genome, then pretty soon nobody would be looking like how he did in that picture. While he had tested the 3 experiments on himself, he still needed a perfect patient 0 to ensure the spread of all 3 effects. But who would he use?

Carlos contemplated this as he lazily packed up his things, careful to store the syringe with his viral solution in his long sock. As he started to unwrap the final burger from his bag, the door to the lab opened behind him.

“Oh. Carlos. You’re still here,” The blond twunk said, eying Carlos’ plump frame carefully. His eyes lingered around the exposed blubber. “I was just showing Brad from Mediskinny Labs where he could borrow some extra pipette tips.” 

Carlos’ boss, and a very tall, broad, and imposingly angular man walked into the room

“Ah, I was just finishing up for today. Had been pretty slow and needed an extra hour to finish up.” Carlos told Nate, hoping he could squeeze his way between the two men and be off finding his perfect patient 0. 

The two men did not move to let Carlos walk by. Nate kept his gaze fixed on Carlos, taking in his expanded figure. His plump arms stuffed into his too tight work shirt, his dress pants encasing his fat hams of thighs like sausages. He licked his lips as he took in the man’s scent, the room was filled with pheromones that caused his dick to make a tent in his pants. “Why don’t you stay for a little longer, Carlos? I could use a fresh set of eyes on that submission I’ve been complaining about.” 

“Ah… well… I,” Carlos stammered, already feeling his shirt getting tighter again. And his pants, fuck, he needed to unbutton them urgently. He knew his pathogens would make him fat, but this was just uncalled for. 

The imposing man put a hand on Nate's shoulder, not taking an eye off of the beefy scientist in front of him. “The man looks exhausted, why don’t you let him show me where the tips are and get going?” 

“Yes, please, I’d like to get going as I have business to attend to.” Carlos said, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt something funny on his legs. Were the stitches of his pants starting to break one by one?

Nate wiped some drool from the side of his mouth. “Alright, if you two insist. Maybe another time for that submission, Carlos.”

Not a second after Nate closed the door, leaving the two men in the lab alone, did both thighs of Carlos’ pants split open and fall to the ground. He quickly tried to pick them up to cover himself, but realized there was no hope of putting the tatters back on. He smiled sheepishly at Brad, standing in nothing but a jock strap that exposed his bubble butt and a shirt with another button that couldn’t hold on much longer as his body digested and made him fatter. “Sorry about that.” He said, still holding his shredded pants.

Historically, Brad and Carlos had a bit of a rivalry, being the leading researchers in their respective labs. But with the ever growing hardness in his pants, this was not the time for petty disputes. Brad rubbed his beard and licked his lips, “No need to be shy. We’re top competitors right? I make people lose weight, you make people gain weight. It’s only fitting that you match the image of the products you make.”

Carlos stepped closer, his body jiggling. He had nothing but resentment for Brad, disgusted by the prospect of wanting to make the world a skinnier place. He couldn’t stand this man, and yet he had an idea. “You are very fit,” Carlos said breathily, trying his best to confidently seduce in his plumped up new body. “There’s a reason they used you as a model on all of Mediskinny’s products.” 

“And you’ve been putting on a lot of weight ever since you made your big appetite stimulate. I never thought I’d say this, but the weight suits you. You got fat and it’s sexy as hell.” Brad started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his furry but chiseled pecs. 

Giddy with the excitement of his master plan coming to fruition, Carlos didn’t even notice how tight his shirt had been becoming. The bottom button flew to the floor as his soft belly expanded outward, his happy trail quivering with the release.

“Let’s get that thing off you, big boy.” Brad purposefully stepped to Carlos and with large, forceful hands ripped his tight shirt off down the middle, increasing the man’s scent and causing instinct to take over. He pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing a 10 inch dick standing at rock hard attention, ready to take on the swelling, beefy man’s body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He grabbed Carlos’ love handles and turned him around, Carlos instinctively leaning over onto a lab bench, knocking over empty beakers in the process.

Brad looked at the man’s globular ass, two jiggly cantaloupes ready for his throbbing cock. Carlos took a deep breath as he felt the tip start to enter, and hoped that his new ass blubber would keep the man’s giant member from going too deep. 

“Hold on, I have lube,” Carlos said, a devious grin on his face. He reached down to his sock and pulled out the syringe. “Make sure to get it deep in my hole.”

“You fat, kinky bastard.” Brad smirked, and poured the lube-like liquid from the syringe deep into the ]man’s chunky ass as instructed. He carefully inserted his dick, and fucked Carlos so hard that his new, plump man tits slapped on the cool lab bench, stimulating his puffy nipples. With every pulse Carlos winced in pleasure, allowing himself to enjoy the moment knowing that everything was quickly about to change in the world. He enjoyed every jiggle and quake as he was fucked, feeling the fat slowly but noticeably expanding his body and thinking about what he wanted for dinner until the beautiful man’s cum filled him and leaked out, mixing with the sweaty sheen on his blubbery hindquarters. 

Patient 1

The server opened the grandiose double doors, welcoming the rather handsome and imposinly tall gentleman into the luxurious restaurant. Immediately the man’s musky scent mixed with the ambient air of grease and meat, a welcomed change to the sly server’s delight. Immediately his dick rose to attention in his elegant pants, his uniform contrasting with his edgy appearance. With a buzzed head, eyebrow piercing, and tattoo sleeves down his arms strong from carrying so many trays, Jax’s appearance did not exactly match the ambience of the luxury buffet, but he was just there to bring people their food, and many guests appreciated the edginess his look brought. Plus, he looked damn good when he cleaned up for work.

“Excuse me sir,” Jax called to the entering man who had paid him no attention. “Unfortunately we have a dress code, and sweatpants and tank tops aren’t allowed.” He definitely was not eager to turn this man away. One look at his frame, and immediately Jax knew he wanted to sleep with him. Broad shoulders, attractive beard, an athletic build disguised behind a round belly, just barely sticking out from under his black tank top. Jax couldn’t help but wonder why such a handsome man would be wearing such poorly fitting clothes, but he had no complaints. The more meat on display, the better.

“Ah come on, I’m starving.” The tall scientist said, rubbing his grumbling belly. “Can’t make an exception just this once?”

Parts 2 is already live on the patreon under the Full Buffet tier - Patreon.com/YourFattener

[piggysmllz]

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

[chocolatechubby]

Bernie’s Big & Tall

By Fatbrwncub

(posted with the permission of the Author)

The biggest problem–excuse me while I finish this last bite of cruller–is where to begin. It all seems to have happened so fast. One minute I’m standing in the unemployment line, trying to figure out where my next meal is coming from; the next thing you know, I’m getting the doors in my apartment widened so that I can get through. Oops! There goes another button.

Let me go back to the beginning–back to that unemployment line. My lover and I had been having problems making ends meet. There wasn’t a great deal of a demand for my particular line of work in the winter—I was a lifeguard. At 6’ 2" and 180 pounds, I cut a muscular frame, but everyone looks pretty much the same bundled up in parkas. My old job at the “Y” would probably have hired me back, but the pay stunk. And with a new lover, Sean, I had another mouth to consider. Sean suggested that I try modeling –his chosen profession, but as gorgeous as he was, he wasn’t getting much work either. Why should we both be jobless cover boys? So, I headed to the unemployment office. Maybe something there would turn things around. Little did I know how right I was.

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[feeder86]

Aaron’s Boys

It was the most mundane of settings in which to have the most erotic, real-life conversation of Kieran’ life. There he was, sat in an ordinary coffee bar, across from one of the most handsome men he had ever come across; feeling more blood pumping into his groin than was obviously going into his brain. After all, what other reason could there be for him being there that day, offering himself up like this?

Aaron was opening his notebook, propping one of his feet onto his other knee and breathing in, ready to begin. Unlike Kieran, he seemed completely unaroused by the situation, treating it like nothing more than business. In his mid-twenties, the guy had the prettiest face Kieran had ever seen. His chest was broad and strong, making it obvious to all just how fit and muscular he was. Perhaps that was what made him so alluring; he seemed capable of doing almost anything.

“So, I know we’ve gone over some of these things when we spoke online, but I just want to get some clarity on things before I consider taking you on,” Aaron began, clicking his pen to start writing. “Age?”

“Twenty-one,” Kieran shot back eagarly.

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[growing-guy-stories]

The Cottage Part 2

Part 2

The summer keeps on going at warp speed it feels like. I know that every summer goes by faster than the last but this one in particular has just gone by with a snap of my fingers. I still feel like as fast as it has gone by though, it still has managed to go by a bit slower being out of the city life and just being able to relax a bit more up here. Honestly it feels nice as hell not stressing over the little things like I am used to.

I’ve just kept up with the same routine as I have the first half, just working throughout the week and hanging out with Ben or fixing up my place a little bit by myself. Don’t get me wrong Ben helps a lot though, god knows he’s always been a handy guy who likes a solid task to finish. The guy gives off golden retriever energy in that regard. Whenever he helps we always manage to get a fair bit done which makes my life so much easier/ I’m just happy that together we can get mostly everything done instead of needing to bring in some contractor.

“Hey man, what’s on the list of things to do today?” Ben asks me as he walks up to me. I’m just putting up some new lights on the front of the garage right now.

“Just putting up some new lights for now. I was thinking we could finally get that new light fixture hung up in the entryway since it just got here earlier today,” I tell him as I finish screwing the light bulb in. 

“I’m down for that,” Ben says. “I did just send in an order for pizza though since I had a feeling you’d be putting me to work again,” he tells me with a laugh at the end. “Had a beer or two before I came over so you are going to have to drive since the delivery guy is on vacation.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” I say. “If I didn’t know any better I would think that you just come over here to get a meal, big guy,” I finish with a poke at Ben’s belly. 

Since our tanning day, the guy has absolutely grown. I mean it’s been about a month and Ben has kept up with gaining about 5 pounds a week. Seeing as July has been a long month, that means Ben is up around 25 pounds since over the last week he has been packing it away even more than normal. On this particular day, Ben not only has a shelf for an ass but his shorts are looking particularly painted on. His legs already were tree trunk size but now with the extra weight, they really are huge and just are looking even more massive in these baby blue shorts that he decided were the move today. As for his upper body, Ben has made it a point to keep up with the gym with all of his eating so he’s managed to put on some more muscle in addition to fat and his arms and pecs are looking absolutely massive. It almost looks cartoonish of how round he’s getting. Big round arms and a barrel chest only make him look intimidating until you see his gut. The thing has to be a good 50 inches around at this point and truly resembles a basketball with how round it is. The gut definitely helps combat the intimidation factor of all of his muscles for sure and just makes him look like a giant and jacked teddy bear if I do say so myself. 

“Hey this body needs a lot of fuel these days and the less I gotta do to get said fuel, the happier I am,” Ben tells me with a couple thumps on his gut and gives me a smile.

“I mean shit, you about eat me out of house and home but hey that means less of a chance I have to eat all this junk I get for whenever you’re over so I can’t complain.”

“I’m just trying to shield you from the scary calories,” Ben tells me with a laugh.

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s it,” I say with a laugh back. “Have you ever been in my car before? I feel like you always drive that giant pickup everywhere. Now you can see that I in fact don’t drive a roller skate and actually drive a full size car meant for big guys like you,” I end with a hand thumping Ben’s gut as we walk to my car.

“I’ll try my best to fit but don’t yell at me if your shocks on one side go out if we keep doing this,” Ben says and we both laugh.

Ben ends up getting into the car with a slight bit of awkwardness as he tries to sit down into the seat but finds some difficulty with his thighs bumping up against the bottom of his belly. Sitting down in the car Ben tells me how surprised he is that he actually fits pretty decently and even has a bit of room as well.

“See? I told you you would be surprised. You aren’t that big,” I tell him with a bit of a laugh and a poke in his gut.

“Yet,” Ben says quickly after and gives his belly a rub. 

We get to the pizza place and sure enough I find out Ben has managed to order enough for a family of four with three pizzas. He knows I only eat half a pie but turns out he is used to eating two by himself now. Today is different though because he got some bread too along with the usual dessert. 

“Have fun with your party man!” The college aged cashier tells me.

“Oh for sure,” I say with a smile as I sign my receipt and give a carryout tip. 

As I’m walking back to the car I see Ben folding up a wrapper and then looking back at his phone. Thankfully Ben still has lap space and his gut hasn’t taken it all up yet so he can hold the boxes there.

“Dude you’re that hungry?” I ask him nodding toward the wrapper in the cup holder.

“Yeah, I just needed some protein real quick so I don’t get too hangry.”

“My guy, it’s a ten minute drive back to our places.”

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten in a few hours though and I just remembered I had it in my pocket. My stomach growled when I realized I had it so who am I to say no?”

“Fair enough big guy, fair enough.”

By the time we get back to my place Ben looks like he is about ready to rip into the food and the second he is sitting down at the bar in the kitchen he rips into one of his pizza boxes. Before long, Ben is on pizza box number two and has downed over half of the bread. 

“Dude I’m so hungry tonight,” he tells me. “I don’t know what it is today.”

“I’m not sure man but you sure are going to town over there.”

Sure enough, Ben’s t-shirt has started to ride up a little bit. Nothing crazy, but you can see the bottom little bit of his underbelly. I guess that happens when you have to keep leaning forward to get another slice and then lean back to eat it. That and between kind of squirming around I can tell Ben is starting to get full. Between the loud burps and occasional hand rub on his gut, I can tell the big guy is succeeding in plowing through the food.

“I can get you the rest of my box if you want some more Ben,” I tell him as he looks over towards my box of pizza.

“Nah you don’t need to do that. I already ate more than I should have,” Ben replies with both hands on the sides of his gut. “My fatass ate all the bread except for one slice and the dessert.” Ben has a bit of an embarrassed look on his face as he says this to me which normally isn’t there but I guess is understandable after eating 2 and a half pizzas, almost all of an order of cheesy bread, and then an order of 10 cookies too.

“To be fair you always eat all of the dessert we get because you know I’m not a fan of sweets and I was unaware you even planned on getting the cheesy bread so I don’t care,” I tell him honestly. 

“Yeah I guess … still made a total … pig out of myself though…” Ben punctuates with burps as he rubs his swollen gut. 

“Nahhh,” I tell him as I get up. “You’ll have made a total pig out of yourself after you finish my half,” I finish as I set the pizza down in front of him.

“Oh I can’t do that man,” Ben burps out. “I’d explode.”

“Hey you said you wanted to indulge so here I am as your friend saying now is the time to indulge man,” I say to Ben as I give his arm a playful punch and sit back down next to him at the bar.

“Dude I don’t know. What about that light?”

“Okay Ben I’m going to be real blunt with you here. You aren’t gonna be able to help with that at all tonight judging by how much you stuffed yourself already so you might as well just go for a new pizza record and that can be our renovation plan for the night. More of an addition than a remodel though the more you think about it,” I finish with a laugh and a nod to Ben’s belly. At this point, it’s more than just a sliver of gut coming out of the bottom of his shirt. It has ridden up to just below his belly button and Ben immediately becomes aware of this when he rubs the side of his gut and moves his hands down a bit more than he had been keeping them before. Ben’s face immediately goes red and the blush travels down his neck.

“Okay you may be right,” Ben says with a nervous laugh as he tries to tug his shirt down with no success. 

“Just to keep with the bluntness I think that shirt is toast my guy,” I say with a smile and give the shelf of Ben’s gut a thump. I laugh when he burps in response to me giving his gut a squeeze after I thump it another time. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says with a bit of a nervous laugh and another burp. “Honestly, I thought I had stretched it out enough since I didn’t feel a breeze or anything. I guess I’m just full and fat enough that I’m feeling a bit warm.”

“Hey I mean not to make it weird but no need to keep a shirt on if you’re about to start sweating man. We’re up in the woods, not some city apartment. I’ll go and turn the AC cooler for you too,” I tell Ben as I get up and turn the AC down a few degrees. 

I come back to seeing Ben without his shirt on and damn he really has beefed up. I guess the shock on my face is not as hidden as I thought it was when he asks me, “am I really that big now?”

I look up to Ben’s face and his cheeks are red again but I can’t help myself and look back down at his torso. Attached to the front of him is a ball of flesh that honestly looks like a small beachball at this point, no longer the basketball size it had been earlier. Sitting right on top of said beachball sized belly are two cantaloupe sized pecs that are clearly thick with muscle but covered in a layer of fat to only enhance their size and muscular shape. Ben’s belly button looks about crater sized and his nipples are the size of quarters. I have never seen someone so big right in front of me and honestly he only looks even bigger once you notice the huge arms that are framing his midsection.

“Dude you look fucking BULKED!” I can’t help but yell out. “Like seriously you don’t look like crazy fat or anything you just look like one of those strongmen in the offseason with huge arms, a giant barrel chest and a fucking gut!”

“And is that a good or a bad thing?” Ben asks me nervously with a hand going behind his neck and another holding the shelf of his gut between his pecs. 

“Bro you look awesome, what the hell? Is that even a question?” I ask him, sitting down next to my friend again. 

“Seriously?” Ben asks me, still looking pretty nervous.

“Yeah man of course! I wouldn’t lie to you,” I tell him sincerely, which he seems to take as a genuine feeling as his blush starts to die down and he looks a bit happier instead of so nervous again. “I mean you really pull off the look of a big strong guy now. Like it genuinely suits your personality.”

Ben gives what appears to be a sigh of relief and his shoulders relax like a load of nerves was just eliminated. “Honestly I’ve been kinda going through some self-consciousness feelings about my body lately so that makes me really happy to hear,” Ben says with a smile and looking down at the gut attached to him.

“Have things been rough with Sammy lately? Or have you just been feeling self-conscious in general?” I ask.

“Oh no we’re doing great,” Ben says quickly. “If anything she’s been all over me even more since I’ve beefed up. I just have been seeing myself in mirrors and windows around town lately and I just didn’t realize how big I’ve been getting until now. I mean I weighed 298 pounds this morning and it just kind of really hit me that I’ve blown up. You saw what I was wearing,” Ben adds, “I haven’t gotten new clothes because I thought the stuff I had was fitting fine. Meanwhile I’m almost 20 pounds heavier than my highest weight ever.”

“Well hey man, I mean I’ve noticed a difference for sure about you,” I tell Ben, putting a hand on his shoulder when he looks a little nervous about the first part of my statement. “You seem more yourself and just happier lately so if a bit of a gut is a side effect from enjoying life then who gives a fuck?”

Ben immediately looks happier and less nervous and then proceeds to throw me a cocky grin after I take my hand back off of his shoulder and lean back into my bar stool. “You really are calling this thing just a bit of a gut?” he asks me as he sits up and throws his shoulders back, causing his belly to jut out like the mound of fat and muscle that it is. Obviously Ben was not thinking he was as big as he is because with that same movement, he nearly topples himself over on the bar stool from how fast his gut hits the bar counter and pushes himself backwards. Luckily Ben grabs onto the counter and I grab the back of the bar stool to stop it from falling over.

“Okay you’re right it’s definitely more than just a little bit of a gut,” I tell him with a laugh.

With that, Ben ends up leaning forward to grab one of the five remaining slices in the pizza box to munch on as we talk about memories of the both of us growing up. The pizza is quickly eaten and Ben and I move to the living room so the poor guy can lay down.

“Dude I am so full,” Ben says laying down on the couch.

“Yeah you look like you’re about to pop, big guy,” I say as I walk by him and set a beer down next to him. “I feel like I just had a science experiment where I tried to see what happens if you just keep letting a tick eat,” I tell him with a laugh as I give his gut a couple of pokes and then a quick rub. 

“Okay not to be weird but that feels so fucking good I can barely even move right now and that is perfect,” Ben says as I rub his gut.

“Look I’ll do it for a second but you’re going to have to learn how to be a gut owner and do this on your own,” I tell him as I continue to rub his belly for another few seconds before I sit down in one of the arm chairs facing the couch. It’s only then that I notice that his shorts are unbuttoned and his belly has pushed the zipper down. “Dude you really are a big boy now, you can’t even keep your shorts buttoned?” I ask Ben with a laugh.

“Nah dude those things came undone the second you looked away when we were getting in your car to get pizza. I was scared I was going to pop the button in your car if I didn’t,” Ben laughs out.

We talk for a while longer and we both start to get tired. “Alright man I’m exhausted from this week I need to get some sleep,” I say as I stand up. 

“Same here,” Ben says but not making an effort to get up. “If you don’t mind, I’m just going to sleep here tonight since Sammy is gone for the weekend on some girls trip and if I’m being honest I don’t know if I can stand up with the current state of this gut,” Ben finishes as he pats his full sounding gut to make it more dramatic. 

“Hey, you can sleep in the guest room. We just finished that last weekend so might as well make use out of it and not give my couch a huge dent in the middle of it from you,” I joke with him. “Plus we gotta see if all that food got you past the big 3-0-0,” I say, putting a pause in between every number and giving Ben’s gut a thump on each number as well. 

“Look I’m fine with that but I’m dead serious when I say that I am so stuffed I really can’t get up right now if you don’t help me out.” With that being said, Ben reaches an arm out and I help hoist the man to his feet. It takes a second attempt but we manage and then the floating blimp of a gut attached to a man is mobile. We head to my bathroom since that’s where the scale is and I set it out in the middle of the bathroom which thankfully is a bit spacious. 

“Gotta make sure you aren’t cheating and using the towel rack to hold your belly up or something,” I joke with him and I set it down.

“Dude even if it was, I don’t think it would make that big of a difference,” he laughs out. “Also I’m going to need some help here. I can’t really see past this thing,” Ben says with a nervous laugh.

“Oh that’s right, you’re kinda fat now,” I say with a laugh and a smile. “I’ll help you out here big guy.” I proceed to put a hand on each side of his gut and guide him onto the scale. It angrily flashes a couple of times to start up and then proceeds to put up a set of numbers. I look at them and can’t help but to smile and shake my head a bit.

“Oh god,” Ben says. “How bad is it?”

“306 my guy,” I tell him with a pat on the stomach and a nice rub.

“Well shit,” he says. “I guess you really are fattening me up, huh?”

“As your friend, I think that’s kind of my job at this point, big guy.”

With that, we joke around for another minute before Ben heads to the redone guest room and crashes there and I pass out in my bed.

Since that night where we weighed Ben after his personal pizza party, he’s become so much more confident in his everyday life. Sure he was happier with his growing body but it was obvious that he wasn’t totally comfortable with it though. Now it’s just wild how confident the guy is. I think I’ve more often than not seen him without a shirt these days. Ben has also become unapologetic when it comes to unbuttoning his pants or shorts when he has to get into my car. After I drove us to get pizza that night he seems to have come to the realization that he can indeed fit into it. 

“I get called ‘big guy’ all the time in the gym now,” Ben tells me as he pops one of the chocolates we just got from the bakery into his mouth. “It’s fucking awesome. Especially when they come up to me and ask me for workout tips.”

“Listen man, you’ve got a gut on you but you’ve got some guns and tree trunks too,” I say back to him pulling into my driveway. We had just gotten done shopping for some new house improvement stuff like a new towel rack for the bathroom and that kind of stuff.

“Yeah this thing is a power belly,” Ben says as he gets out of the car and pulls his shirt off. He makes sure to give it a couple pats before he takes the box of baked goods and bag of chocolates we got from the bakery out of the back seat. 

I grab the stuff for the house out of my side of the back seats and we walk inside. Ben had a bit of an issue opening the door in front of him with the bag of chocolates since he had an awkward hold on it so he uses his belly to bump the door open more before he looks back and gives me a laugh. 

“That thing might be a power belly but it seems like it’s pretty practical too,” I tell him as we sit down in the living room and I hand him a plate. 

“More than you know man,” he tells me and then places a plate full of doughnuts on the top of his belly. “Even serves as a shelf in desperate times,” Ben says laughing and taking a doughnut from the plate. 

“Damn, you really are getting fat man,” I reiterate to Ben. 

We hang out and finish the baked goods. By “we” I mean I had a doughnut and a muffin while Ben had the rest of the box and the bag of chocolates. The poor guy is stuffed and ends up passing out for a quick twenty minute power nap so I take the opportunity to switch some laundry over. 

“What are you doing with little kid clothes?” Ben asks me, surprising the hell out of me.

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” I yell at him while he starts laughing his ass off. “Dude how the fuck are you this big and you still can somehow manage to sneak up on me?”

“I don’t … know … but that was … so fucking … funny,” Ben somehow manages to get out in between laughs.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tell him and start folding some more laundry again. “Dude you can’t even bend over and laugh anymore because your gut just gets in the way. Honestly how the fuck did I not hear your big ass?” 

I’m not exaggerating either, the poor guy is bent over as far as he can go with his gut in the way which admittedly isn’t very far. After all that baking went into his gut it truly just looks like he swallowed a beach ball and it managed to stay inflated. Ben is truly stuffed to the point where even as hard as he’s laughing his gut doesn’t even rise and fall.

“I guess I’m still light on my feet huh? Must’ve been all that football training,” Ben says finally calming down. “For real though, what are you doing with kids’ clothes?” he asks, holding up one of my shirts.

“Dude those are mine,” I tell him with a laugh of my own.

“No shit,” he says, turning the shirt around to look at the size of it. “It’s a medium. I think I wore those in like freshman and sophomore year of highschool before I put on some muscle. Large’s from junior year out man. I was a kid at that point so I’d say these are kid sizes,” Ben finishes with a firm pat on my shoulder. 

“Dude it fits me perfectly, I’m wearing a medium right now.”

“No way that thing is a medium,” Ben tells me, eyeing my shirt. “You’re not THAT much smaller than I am, that’s a medium and fits like that. I’m trying this one on because there is just no fuckin way man.”

And just like that I am leaning against the washing machine watching this 300+ pound man try to pull one of my shirts over his far too bloated and bulked up body. Honestly it’s a sight to see. At first I really don’t think he’s even going to be able to pull it over his broad shoulder but somehow after 30 seconds of struggling he manages to get his head through the hole. After another 30 seconds Ben has managed to unroll the shirt enough to attempt to drag it down over his chest. At this point Ben is now starting to sweat a little and the neck hole looks like its fighting to stretch itself out around his beefy neck while Ben has managed to get the shirt halfway over his still somehow squared but fluffy pecs.

“Oh by all means just watch the big guy struggle,” Ben pants out. 

I just laugh and ask him how he wants me to help him.

“Pull it down in the back and then I should be fine, I think it just got rolled and caught up there and then I can get this.”

I walk over and sure enough, the shirt is rolled up in the back which is not helping his assault on the front of the shirt at all.

“Ben this is not going to fit,” I tell him with a laugh.

“I’m going to make it fit, I know I’m big now but I’m not that much bigger than you,” Ben grunts out while getting the hem of the shirt to barely pass his pecs while I pull as hard as I can on the back.

We struggle for another minute but it’s obvious that this thing is not making it any further. The curve of Ben’s belly looks like it would be comparable to a moon. This shirt is sure as hell not making it to the crater of a belly button even further down since that would mean the fabric would have to compete with his love handles that from the back only help him look like a refrigerator. Ben’s face is red and I can see the start of a sweat stain where the hem of the shirt is slightly tucked under his pecs. 

“I mean you did say that you wanted to get big,” I tell him with a bit of a laugh and rub the back of my neck looking at Ben in his current state of dress and the giant gut of his in front of him. 

“Yeah I guess I just didn’t realize how big I am already though,” Ben pants out and looks down at his belly. “I mean this thing is a crop top on me except it’s not even cropped!”

“I think it’s more of a push-up bra than anything if we’re being honest here my guy,” I tell Ben. “I really don’t think that your pecs could get pulled up any further but god knows its not making it down onto your gut at all.”

We both laugh at that one before Ben agrees with me. “This thing really has just blossomed. Honestly that’s half the reason that I just don’t really wear shirts these days. The other half being I just like showing this thing off,” Ben says with a couple pats of his gut. 

“Fair enough man I mean hey it might be time to take you shopping for some new stuff then if that’s the case. You’re going to need to wear clothes at some point and at this rate you aren’t even going to have enough to wear to the store to buy more,” I tell him and thump his gut a couple of times as well.

“Yeah that’s fair, that might be a tomorrow thing though. I think I’ve exhausted myself trying to get this skimpy thing you call a shirt on and I need to sit down for a minute.” 

With that we head back to the living room and just relax for the rest of the night watching the game. Honestly we both just end up passing out on the couch and I wake up when I hear a noise in the kitchen. Naturally I get up to investigate since the sun is barely out. I walk over to the bar since it’s just out of view from where I was sleeping and see Ben going through the refrigerator with my shirt still on him.

“You need some help there big guy?” I ask him as I sit down on one of the bar stools.

“I think I can find my way around a fridge, Danny,” Ben tells me while giving me a wink. 

“Trust me, I am well aware of that judging by the size of that thing,” I tell him with a nod to his gut. 

Ben is still shirtless after the whole skin-tight medium incident from earlier in the night but now his belly has a faint bit of a chocolate stain on it from what I can only assume is from the now empty ice cream container sitting next to the sink. He pulls out some cream cheese though and fills the toaster up with two bagels.

“Midnight snack couldn’t hold you over?”

“Nah man, you know me. This thing has a mind of its own and it gets pissed when you don’t listen to it,” Ben tells me with a couple thumps of his gut. “I’m kind of a big boy these days if you forgot.”

I can’t even attempt to hide the laugh before it comes out. “Yeah that’s about as easy to miss as a neon pink T-rex in the middle of town. Nobody is going to miss the memo on that one Benny-boy.”

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The Jock’s Curse

“Ugh, look at that fat shit. Back again…”

Jake looked in disgust at a 350 pound man sat alone at a table. The man was wolfing down his third plate of food, barely stopping to chew.

“I hope I never end up like that” he muttered to his fellow server. Jake had worked at his local buffet for a month now, and he noticed the same man visit three times a week. The man was in his late 20’s, cutting an imposing figure even in a place frequented by fat people. He kept himself well-tailored and well-grommed, but Jake only saw the giant belly hanging from him.

“Excuse me…”

“Fucking fatass. Eating himself to fucking death”

“Excuse me…”

“Probably can’t find his dick any more…”

“Excuse me…”

“What the fuck do you want?” Jake snapped at the old lady trying to get his attention. Shooting him an evil glare, she shuffled away.

“Jake! You can’t speak to customers that way!” his colleague said, reprimanding him.

“Whatever…” he replied. Truth be told, Jake didn’t particularly care about being a server. He bounced between jobs, often quitting when things got too hard or getting fired for his behaviour. He got by on his boyish good looks, his impressive muscular body and charming smile. As long as he could work out and party every week, he didn’t care what he did to make money.

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The Pill part 1

Owen was just so handsome, Zack didn't think he even had a shot. Even in high school, Owen was one of the hottest guys he'd known. Owen was popular, a surfer, the star of the swim team, had everything going for him with his perfect smile and winning personality.

'I'd never stand a chance with a guy that amazing,' Zack thought to himself as he took a sip of his drink. College had been a bit of a struggle for him, and the course load he was currently carrying made everything difficult and stressful. He'd spent far less time in the gym than he'd intended and more time going to the dining commons than he even realized…

"Hey you, how are you doing?" The question broke Zack from his train of thought. He blinked hard and looked up to see the stunning visage of Owen.

"I- uhh..." Zack tripped over his words, unable to form a sentence as he blushed slightly.

"Huh, didn't think you'd be that drunk already bud. Did you pregame before coming here?" Owen said as he brushed his hair to the side. Zack felt his heart pounding in his chest as his breath caught in his throat.

"N-no, I mean..." Zack stammered, looking back down at his drink to collect his thoughts briefly. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I just haven't been out in a bit."

"Well I'm glad you made it out, Zack. Looking as good as ever," Owen flirted with a wink before sipping his drink again. Zack blushed hard, and before he could think of a response, some blond guy came up and interjected, pulling Owen away and back into the crowd. Zack felt his face flush and he gripped his near-empty party cup a bit tighter. Throat feeling a bit dry, Zack made his way to the kitchen and some girl offered to top him off with more jungle juice. He was about to decline when she upturned a ladleful into his cup with a smile. Zack thanked her and backed away.

'Owen thinks I look good?' Zack thought to himself, racking his brain over the short interaction. 'I'm sure he was just being friendly, I haven't seen him in so long… he was probably just trying to be nice is all.' Music continued to blare over the speakers as Zack waded through the smattering of fellow students. Eyeing the door to the back patio, he made his way over hoping to get some fresh air to help clear his mind.

As he went outside, he noticed a few others were also outside, some off to the side smoking something potent as he chose to avoid the scent. Zack noticed quickly that Owen was also out there talking to the same blond guy from earlier. Shuffling away, he failed to avoid getting spotted by the stud, who called him over. "Hey Zack, this is my brother Anthony." Owen chuckled as the blond reached out his hand to shake. Zack gripped and nodded.

"My bad stealing Owen away from you earlier, I just needed to chat real quick. Nice to meet you. Gotta jet though." Anthony turned to Owen and chuckled, "You be good now, little bro." With a quick wink, he turned back to the door.

"So, where were we?" Owen asked, as he swirled his cup around before taking a sip. "Oh yeah, I'm glad to see you doing well for yourself, it's been too long." Owen returned to his playful flirtatious tone from earlier, causing Zack to blush again.

"O-oh, heh, thank you." Zack's suspicions were confirmed and he busied himself taking another gulp of his drink. The "juice" was definitely mixed on the strong side and he coughed a bit as he pulled away from his cup.

"Easy there tiger, don't wanna get too tipsy now do you?" Owen chuckled, and took a sip of his own drink. Zack also chuckled, unconvincingly, and when he went to open his mouth, his stomach responded instead with a deep rumble.

"Well it sounds like someone's hungry, there, what do you say we get out of here and continue this conversation over a bite to eat?" Owen soothed as he gave Zach's stomach a light rub.

Zack was in too much shock to verbalize a response so he delicately nodded, Owen leading him to the side gate so they could make their escape. A local pizza place was less than a block away and they were there sooner than Zack could've expected, enjoying the flirtatious dialogue that continued the whole walk over.

After they ordered and sat, Owen confessed. "There's just something about you that I can't put my finger on that's just- irresistible." Owen ran his fingers gingerly up and down Zack's arm as their pizza arrived at the table. Zack was famished and immediately dug into the meal with gusto, with an impressed Owen as his audience.

"Damn, someone was hungry." Owen winked and gave Zack's belly a rub. It felt nearly electric, the soft touch of Owen’s fingers on his distended gut. Before he could even think to stop himself, a gentle moan escaped Zack's lips. He rushed to cover his mouth in shocked embarrassment. Owen giggled to himself and doubled down on the belly rub, Zack's breathing getting a bit heavier as his eyes lidded over. Was it the alcohol? The food? His crush? He just couldn't help but surrender to the ecstasy, alarms blaring in his mind fading quickly as he enjoyed the sensations. In his stupor, he heard a delicate whisper. "Wanna take this back to my place?"

Owen was barely able to get his dorm room door open as the drunken sloppy make out session continued on from the elevator. They both hurriedly shuffled into the privacy of his room and Owen pushed Zack down onto the bed, clambering on top and nearly tearing his shirt trying to pull it off of him. Owen brought his lips to Zack's neck and kissed a trail down along his body, down towards his belly, to which Zack continued to moan and pant along.

Owen’s hands joined the fray, gently massaging Zack's slightly engorged middle. Zack's pants strained against his throbbing member as Owen’s trail of kisses continued further south. Zack's hands frantically wrestled with the button on his jeans as Owen continued to knead and squeeze the softness of Zack's belly. Finally freed from its restraints, Owen went to work on Zack's manhood expertly, hands and lips moving deftly and efficiently brought the horny guy to a powerful climax. The exhaustion and overstimulation from the whole affair, along with the drunkenness were too much for Zack to handle as he felt himself slip into slumber shortly after. The last thing he could remember was the image of Owen licking his lips and smiling before fading into blackness.

The next morning Zack woke feeling woozy. Definitely not a hangover, thankfully, but everything was a bit of a blur. He quickly realized his state of undress and he grabbed his underwear from last night.He barely slipped them on before hearing the door open.

"Oh hey, you're up. Good!" Owen greeted him with a kind smile, approaching with a full brown paper bag. "I was able to charm my way into getting a couple breakfast sandwiches to go for us from the dining commons, hope you're hungry!"

Zack still felt a bit bloated from last night, but his stomach growled slightly as he took a couple wrapped sandwiches, devouring them quickly and thanking the stud for letting him stay the night. The two of them chatted for a while as Zack's hand felt the bottom of the empty paper bag, met only with the soft crinkle of paper. He looked at the bag and to the collection of crumpled wrappers beside him, a bit dumbfounded by the fact that he'd already devoured five breakfast sandwiches in the time it took Owen to gingerly chew his way through one.

"Do you want the rest of mine?" Owen asked, offering up the uneaten half of his sandwich. Zack blushed a bit, realizing how much he'd just eaten and rubbing his full stomach, looking around for his shirt to cover his shame.

"N-no I think I'm good, sorry for eating everything," he replied sheepishly, trying to clean up his mess and brush the crumbs away.

"Hey don't worry about that, you just get comfortable cutie! Are you still hungry?" Owen smiled and made Zack feel a little more at ease.

"N-no, I'm good, I just didn't expect to eat that much," Zack pulled on his clothes from the night before and brushed out the wrinkles.

Owen strode up close to him and leaned in close. "Well I had a good time. Don't be a stranger, cutie, you have my number." Owen winked and grabbed a handful of Zack's ass, giving him a quick kiss before Zack turned away, blushing heavily and tripping over his own feet a bit before shuffling back to the elevator to return to his dorm.

"Damn, I could've sworn these fit last week!" Zack grumbled to himself as he fought to button his jeans. Resigning as he caught his breath, he peeled himself out of the tight jeans and settled for a pair of baggy sweats instead. He pulled on a baggy shirt that clung a bit more to his midsection than he liked, but at least he was decent enough to go meet Owen at the meal hall.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling today?" Owen greeted Zack as he made his way into the entrance, delicious smells wafting through the air.

"Starved." Zack thought aloud, to which Owen smiled his gorgeous smile.

Loading up their respective trays they made their way to a more secluded corner to dine in peace. Zack tore into his meal, chowing his way through one entree after another. Owen pushed a couple extra items onto his tray as he dug in, the stud sticking with smaller portions of healthier options. Zack barely even noticed as he packed it all away, replying to Owen with grunts and short replies between bites. Owen smiled and offered to take Zack's tray to the return as the stuffed man rubbed his engorged middle.

‘Man, I don't know what came over me’ Zack thought to himself as he rubbed his stomach, ‘I need to cut back on my intake, maybe head to the gym-’

His thoughts were interrupted as a bowl of ice cream was set in front of him, and he looked up to see Owen beaming that brilliant smile of his. "I figured you might have a little room left for some dessert, cutie."

Zack couldn't say no to this gorgeous hunk, so he picked up the spoon and dutifully polished off the mound of frozen dairy in front of him. By the time the spoon clinked against the bottom, he groaned a bit, feeling as if he might burst. Delicately rubbing circles on the taut flesh was Owen, cuddled up next to his bloated beau and praising him for finishing it all.

Owen guided Zack carefully back to the elevator and brought him back to the latter's dorm room, knowing that Zack's roommate would be out for the weekend. The praise and belly rubs continued as they had for the past month and a half, since the two had been seeing each other. Zack plopped himself down on his bed with a pained grunt, followed shortly by the invigorating massage of Owen’s talented fingers along the rounded swell of Zack's abdomen. Zack laid back and found himself engulfed yet again in bliss, fingers and lips pressed against his middle and heading lower. This menagerie of food and sex became a common occurrence between the two men, and Zack's body started to connect the two, leaving him aroused after every large meal together.

Owen had confessed last week to being attracted to bigger guys, which caught Zack somewhat off guard, but it made sense considering the changes that had been happening to him over the course of their relationship. Zack was still a bit concerned about how far Owen would be willing to go with this infatuation of his, but his fears were quelled quickly whenever he saw that big, gorgeous smile and felt those agile hands and lips on his skin.

"Hey babe, before we finish here, I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to do something sort of… kinky… for me," Owen said, as he pulled his mouth away from Zack's throbbing wood.

Zack was already nearing the edge and whimpered a bit, willing to do whatever it took to appease the stunning hunk who took such good care of him. "S-sure babe, w-what is it?" Zack moaned out between heavy breaths.

Owen pulled himself back up, still sensually massaging his lover in all the ways that drove him crazy. "I want you to take this for me. If you do, it'll help make you so big and soft for me, and I think we'll both really enjoy the process." Owen held up a pill.

Zack eyed the small capsule. It appeared tiny and innocuous enough, but the effects could be huge. Part of Zack was horrified that Owen would even suggest something like this to him, worried about what the effects could be on his body, or that it might do something worse to him.

His eyes flicked back to Owen’s warm smile and his mind felt at ease. He may have put on a few pounds from his tryst with Owen, but he had been the best lover Zack ever had, and part of his mind was really starting to enjoy the added bulk. It made him feel more confident and sexy, not to mention how crazy it made Owen for him. He looked back at the pill, his mind racing between worry and excitement. He cleared his throat and looked back to Owen.

"If it's not something you want, I completely understand. I just thought it might spice things up a bit." Owen’s warm smile looked so endearing and sweet.

Zack took a long breath and took the pill from Owen’s grasp. He looked it over once again, closed his eyes, and popped it in his mouth. Owen giggled and handed Zack his soda. He chugged down the rest to wash the pill down, and Owen went back down and got to work. Zack felt his eyes roll back in his head as his entire body shuddered with immense pleasure, increasing sharply and reaching a peak so high Zack thought he might pass out from how vigorously he finished.

Owen collapsed onto Zack in a sweaty pile, embracing him tightly as he too had exhausted himself in pleasure. Zack could hear the soft, gentle snore of his partner drifting into sleep, but the thought on his mind kept him from doing the same:

‘What did I just do?’

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The Tribe of Overindulgence Part 1

A drop of sweat falls from Professor Ben Russo’s forehead, glistening as it drops in the morning sun. He’s been holding tree pose for several minutes and the humidity is sweltering, covering his hairy, muscled torso, appendages, and shaved head in a sheen of dewy sweat. His thick brow is heavy with focus, his amber eyes could pierce someone if they were to walk by. Ben feels his loincloth slipping down his sculpted rear, but he feels no shame as he finishes his morning yoga.

Pulling up his loincloth to make himself decent again, Ben packs up his mat and stores it away in the ivory stone hut he’s been staying in since he arrived. While the lack of air conditioning and thatched roofing aren’t the amenities he’s grown used to back in the US, Ben has found that the tribe giving him a whole hut to himself during his stay has been a very generous offering. The recently discovered Penguis tribe are not well known, but their generosity has been duly noted in the archive of research Ben has been collecting during his stay.

After filling a large urn with his water for the day from the well at the edge of the village and freshening up for the day, Ben mentally prepares himself to greet the new friends he’s made. Every day since arrival has been a struggle not to inappropriately intermingle with the villagers. While Ben would normally be attracted to the few in the village that remain toned and athletic, his attention from day one has been hyper-focused on the bodies of the largely obese men who dominate the population. Their bodies, like succulently juicy bacon cooked in the unrelenting sun, stay in Ben’s head day in and day out. The jiggle of a large belly as one laughed, the dribble of rich milk onto a plump moob, thighs so full of lard they rub together and chafe the men if they are found walking too much. These images float around Ben’s mind and it is no wonder that about 10% of them must remain thin in order to tend to crops, livestock, and prepare the necessary abundance that the tribe consumes.

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i guess this shirt doesn’t fit the same as it use to 👀😈🤤

doing 30% off for the next 20 subs returning and new! doing a measurement video!

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can you show some more walking

I dont walk much but here ya go!

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hey can yall link me some well written extreme weight gain stories? (realistic or rapid is fine 👌)

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this is my absolute favorite wg piece. idk if you were looking for fanfic but I’m gonna recommend this fic anyway lol

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Here’s some of the stuff I liked reading that you may enjoy(expect future edits):

Male WG/XWG

Maybe coming as a fatass for Halloween was a mistake:

•https://www.deviantart.com/lystellmoon/art/Unexpected-Halloween-410889866

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One man hires a cute assistant and finds himself inexplicably gaining weight(not that he minds)

•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-711101019

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•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-part-two-711228110

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•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-Part-Three-711371323

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•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-Part-Four-711535827

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•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-Part-Five-711537515

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•https://www.deviantart.com/dancer54321/art/Ryan-s-Assistant-Part-Six-711539079

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Read for male wg that turns into XWG:

•https://www.deviantart.com/modecaisnow/art/400-going-on-ERROR-1-2-Commission-776118043

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•https://www.deviantart.com/modecaisnow/art/400-going-on-ERROR-2-2-Commission-776118513

(⬆️⬆️⬆️Writer mordecaisnow is a homoerotic writer but was commissioned to write this one straight version which I enjoy, check out his gallery for great stories involving one guy stuffing another guy to the point of him being a jiggling mass of fat)

•https://www.deviantart.com/wannafat/art/The-Wishing-App-673586986

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•https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=70792&rowStart=0

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•https://www.deviantart.com/fatboyskinnygirl/art/Y-Our-Growing-Love-475305587

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•https://www.deviantart.com/xenoxephyr/art/Going-Up-712481199

•••My all time faves:

https://www.deviantart.com/fatboyskinnygirl/art/Fat-Jack-451068264

https://www.deviantart.com/brokencassette/art/Hefty-Changes-158905962

•••Dark themes:

https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=199828&rowStart=0

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https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=5391&rowStart=0

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https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=77393&rowStart=0

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https://www.deviantart.com/fatty-writes/art/Killing-Fred-with-Fat-Trisha-s-Revenge-453658224

•••Suggested writer for inflation lovers:

https://www.deviantart.com/magicwowp

•good stories from their gallery:

+https://www.deviantart.com/magicwowp/art/Chemical-Weight-Gain-535622108

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+https://www.deviantart.com/magicwowp/art/Chemical-Weight-Gain-535622108

•••Suggestions of homoeroticism

https://www.deviantart.com/gorgengobble/art/Gorge-n-Gobble-Creamery-Part-One-The-Winners-753390659

••Female rapid body inflation:

https://www.deviantart.com/hasabelly28/art/Water-Balloon-294667653

•Female WG/XWG

•https://www.deviantart.com/highkalorie/art/Stu-Penny-dous-BBW-XWG-722027656

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•https://www.deviantart.com/highkalorie/art/Normous-Nerds-BBW-XWG-741821422

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•https://www.deviantart.com/emmakjones/art/Stuffing-182202958

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•https://www.deviantart.com/chubbadubdub/art/Fattened-Faculty-Chapter-1-658874628

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•https://www.deviantart.com/qazplmzero/art/Nora-and-Sara-Extreme-Fatties-591344125

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•https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=297841

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Impressive list. Reblogging for later binge-reading

[jabbathegutt-deactivated2021080]

Has your belly become noisier now that you’re bigger and have a greater appetite?

Lil bit!

[bigandbeefygrrr]

Showering in OLD gym clothes plus 70 lbs extra

See the original video here!

[thisisseriousbuisnessgolly]

Somebody’s really struggling with their weight

[altonroederer]

RockBar - ALL PARTS

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18