Fat-Boy_260

Just a gainer that likes other gainers and belly stories if you got any recommendations for stories you want me to read send em to me! 🐷 Insta/Grommr: Fat_Boy_260 Encourager, Gainer & Feeder Sw: 140lbs Cw: 240lbs Goal: Undecided

[thiccschief]

Gainer Stories

Gainer themed stories I've written. Click on a number to be taken to that part. (As I make more this will be updated.)

Taking a Few for the Team: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] (to be continued)

Coach's Big Secret: [1] [2] [3]

[fitboytofatboy15]

Do I look like I still go gym? 🐷😁

[fillthattank]

Heavyweight

A huge thanks to @plumpboybellies for requesting this story, it was very fun to write! Also, a shout out to a few friends for giving me a few ideas (you'll recognize yourselves!). This story wouldn't exist without you!

***

"I want you to move up a weight class," Colton's coach said. "I know you've been playing at this weight for a while, but you have a big frame. You'll be even better with more meat on you."

"How big do you want me?" Colton asked. 

Colton was a wrestler. 6'2'', 190 lbs, all of it muscle. His singlet hugged his lean body, highlighting every bit of definition. You could even guess the outline of his abs through the fabric.

"As big as you can? They removed the maximum weight limit a few years ago," Coach said. "Just bulk up as much as possible in the off season, we'll see how it works out after."

Colton nodded. This sounded fun.

"You'll probably have to kiss that eight-pack goodbye, but the extra muscle and all the heavyweight matches you'll be winning should more than make up for it," Coach laughed, slapping Colton's flat stomach.

Like any self respecting jock, Colton had a big appetite, but sticking to his wrestling weight meant he had to keep it under control. Every so often, Colton would overeat, whether it was wanting to impress his friends, having too much fun at a party, or just his stomach having the better of him, and he'd have to go on a brutal diet to cut back down.

This was, starting now, a thing of the past. After his meeting with Coach, Colton went to the nearest fast-food joint, and ordered 3 massive burgers from the get go. He knew he had the capacity, and now he could binge guilt-free.

Colton came back for a 4th. And a fifth. By then, his belly was bloated and stretching his shirt, making a gentle curve from under his pecs. That belly felt good, firm and heavy, a symbol of his newfound freedom.

"You sure about this?" Asked the vendor, as he ordered his 6th burger. Jocks overloading their bellies was a common occurrence, so some concern was natural.

"One hundred percent," he said, giving his bloated belly a good rub. It was starting to feel tight, but Colton knew there was room for at least one more.

Back at his flat, Colton took off his shirt, and checked out his gut. The six burgers had bloated him so much, it stuck out by a good 6 inches from under his pecs. His abs were still visible, making the belly look like a turtleshell.

This would be the last time Colton saw his abs, as he then opened his fridge, and continued his rampage. Chugging milk from the jug, eating an entire tub of grated carrots with the better part of a jar of mayo. Colton wasn't even sure of what some things were, he just ate them, and his belly stuck out even more. Not that he cared. He just wanted as much food as possible inside him.

Eventually, Colton got so bloated he had to lie down. His belly was a perfect ball now, his abs completely smoothed out by the tremendous volumes inside him. As if he'd been blown up like a balloon, except rather than air, it was solid, heavy food. His huge tank hurt, a bit, but it was a good pain. The kind you got after intense exercise, one that comes with a deep feeling of satisfaction. 

Colton stayed on his bed for a while, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness. He could have stayed like that all evening, but was this really his limit? He no longer had to keep his appetite under control, he could experiment a bit, right?

Still flat on his back, the bloated jock grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and ordered a pizza. His guilty-pleasure pizza, large and with all his favorite toppings, the one he always ordered when he felt down, or wanted to treat himself.

Waiting for the pizza to come was a haze. Digestion was starting to heat up his belly, to make him feel sleepy. When the bell rang, getting up was harder than expected. His gut was so heavy, his abs were so stretched, his quads working so hard to bear his weight. His stomach like a wrecking ball inside him. Maybe this was too much ?

All doubt vanished when he opened the door and smelled his favorite pizza. Colton felt the delivery guy's gaze on his muscular body and massive belly, giving him an extra confidence boost. He was a jock, and he had the muscle and the gut to eat meals smaller guys could only dream of.

Colton brought the pizza back to his bed, and ate it flat on his back, watching his musclegut rise a little bit with each slice. His stomach had probably reached capacity a while back, the jock now eating by sheer force of will. Pizza being dragged into his monster stomach by muscle memory. The pressure inside his stomach, the weight of all that food, the stretch on his abs, the heat of digestion, it was all one big dream-like haze. It wasn't a new feeling, but the stretching felt like heaven. The jock passed out not long after the last slice, using what strength was left in his tired body to give his bloated belly one final rub. This offseason was going to be fun

*

Colton woke up still bloated the next morning. He'd eaten so much even his rocket-speed metabolism hadn't been able to digest it all in one night. Weirdest of all, he was hungry. His belly didn't so much feel half full as it felt half empty.

Colton liked this. He made himself the biggest breakfast ever, and ate it all.

This became an everyday occurrence. Colton's belly was constantly bloated, and Colton was constantly eating. Each time his bloat went down a bit, he'd top it back up. And when his belly looked close to the limit, he'd force more food in the tank. He figured out a neat trick, if he rubbed the side of his belly with one finger after it got full, his stomach would be able to stretch a little more, allowing him to eat more.

Colton had no idea how fat he was or wasn't getting, or even what his weight was. He had to be constantly lugging a few dozens of pounds inside his gut, and it was so packed at all times he couldn't tell how much of it was muscle, fat, or just plain bloat.

All Colton knew is that he was indeed getting bigger, and was getting stronger. His arms were bigger, his pecs, his back, his legs, every muscle, actually, though with a big asterisk over his abs. Sure, people stared at him when he turned up at the gym looking pregnant, but their judgement turned to admiration when they saw how much he was lifting, or how much he could put away in just one meal.

*

The day before wrestling resumed, Colton checked himself out in the mirror. He looked so massive, so beefy, his big round gut looking great on his muscular frame. Colton picked up his singlet, unworn since the end of last season, looking forward to seeing what he'd be looking like for the next few months.

Putting it over his legs proved tough. Even his calves were tight, nevermind his massive quads. Colton painfully got it over his lower body, but when it reached his waist, the singlet blocked. Colton's enormous belly stuck out by about a foot over the girdle, so far out he didn't think he could pull the rest of it up without risking tearing the fabric.

Colton tried to suck in his belly. Tried, and failed. He could barely get it to stick out by a few inches less, and trying to suck it in any further made him feel he was about to throw up.

He stared at his reflection, his singlet hanging around his waist, his belly looking way too big. Maybe he'd taken the eating a bit too far? 

Colton decided to fast for the rest of the day. He needed his bloat to go down to fit in his singlet, and anyway, it would be useful to know his actual weight. Never mind that he probably had enough food still in his system to hibernate a whole winter.

The rest of the evening was miserable. Somehow, the many pounds of food inside Colton's enormous belly weren't enough. He now needed to be permanently stuffed. The overbulked jock went out on a run, the first in a while, hoping it would speed up his metabolism and help his belly deflate faster, but it just made him hungrier. And after months of non-stop overeating, falling asleep on a stomach that wasn't stuffed to the limit proved tough.

Out of habit, Colton took a pack of pancakes to eat as he cooked a monster omelette, before remembering. He miserably put the food back in the cupboards, his huge stomach begging him not to.

Getting dressed for his first day back wrestling, Colton found almost everything in his wardrobe was still tight around his belly, even empty. The jock had always liked wearing clothes that highlighted his physique, and had carried the bloated gut as a point of pride all the off-season, but now he felt almost embarrassed. Maybe he'd gone too far, maybe the hunger was just putting him on edge. He settled on a baggy tank top, that was loose everywhere, but that made up by showing off his meaty arms.

Colton was driving to his wrestling practice when he snapped. He passed the same burger place he'd had his first cheat meal at. Remembered stuffing himself, how good it had tasted, how nice his belly had felt. And decided he was so hungry it was probably unsafe to drive.

"You sure about this?" The vendor said, as he ordered one burger. "Don't even want a second, big guy?"

Colton's orders had been progressively getting bigger over his offseason, so this was a sudden change. Still, a second wouldn't hurt?

Colton started eating, and this was the best a cheap burger had ever tasted. He could feel the life force coming back to him as he gorged, as the food flowed into his huge hungry belly.  He ordered a 3rd burger, then a 4th, and kept eating more and more. He needed the food. It was a matter of life or death.

The jock returned to his car with his 8 burgers comfortably packed in his big round belly. He'd worry about his singlet when he got there. His belly felt so good. And he wasn't going to perform well if he was too hungry, right?

Stepping into the locker room, Colton noticed he was way bigger than the other wrestlers. Even bigger than he expected. Guys he used to think of as massive, he now outbulked. Some had trimmed down, others had beefed up, but no one had gained as much as Colton, and he wasn't the only one to notice.

"Wow Colt', look at those guns!" said a jock.

"Bro the other heavyweights won't stand a chance," said another, feeling up his biceps and triceps. Because of his loose tank top, his arms stood out the most. And yeah, they had grown a lot bigger.

Colton was more than happy to have all the guys playing withis his big arms. His bulk had been a success, after all. The tune changed, however, when Colton took off his shirt, revealing his massive belly.

"Bro, you got pregnant or what?" 

"Damn dude, I know coach said bulk up but damn. It looks like you've done nothing but eat everyday until that belly is past its limit! That's some serious extra heft bro."

Other wrestlers stopped what they were doing, and came up to see Colton's new belly for themselves.

"I ate a lot at lunch time," Colton said, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah, and at breakfast, and at dinner, and a lot of snacking too, everyday. We can tell," one wrestler replied. Colton couldn't think of a come-back, the guy was right.

"Guys just how much do you think we can fit in here?" said one guy, passing a hand over Colton's big belly. "A gallon? Two gallons? Maybe even three gallons? It's really huge!"

The whole wrestling team was around him, playing with his belly, when Coach stepped into the locker rooms.

"You guys never seen a heavyweight wrestler, or what?" 

The other jocks stepped back. Coach walked up to Colton, eyeing up his belly. Gave it a few slaps.

"They've got a point, though. This is one big belly," Coach said, giving it a few more pats. "Go get changed, son."

Colton blushed and acquiesced. As the other jocks walked out, Colton pulled his singlet out of his bag. He hadn't eaten that much, only eight burgers, and he'd fasted before, so he was probably going to fit, right?

As last night, it was tight around his legs, the fabric straining over his bulked quads. Getting it over his meaty butt was even harder. It hadn't grown as much as his belly, but he couldn't suck it in, meaning he had to force hard.

Then came the belly. Colton sucked it in as hard as he could, pulled the singlet up, and nothing happened. He just felt really tight around the places he'd already put it on.

Colton relaxed, took a few breaths. Looked at his huge round belly on his beefy frame. The extremely tight singlet around his quads. He checked out his backside in a mirror, it looked vacuum sealed. Still, if he could get it over his butt, he could get it over his belly, right?

The jock breathed out all the air in his lungs. Sucked his gut in so hard he almost felt one of the burgers come back up. The belly still stuck out by a few inches, but Colton could now slowly inch the singlet up over his paunch. By the time he'd gotten his arms through the holes, he'd been holding his breath for so long he was about to pass out.

Colton's singlet was back on, clinging tightly to every bit of his bulked body. So tight, it was as if it had been spray painted on him. His beefy pecs, his quads, and of course his big round belly, prominent even as he sucked it in. A big change from last season. 

Pleased with himself, Colton relaxed, breathing normally once again.

crrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaack

Colton heard fabric tearing. He looked down, and saw his singlet completely torn, his bare belly sticking far out.

"Er, Coach!" he called out, "I have a problem."

[plumpboybellies]

This story is so hot! Thanks @fillthattank !!!

[the-duchess-of-domination]

Pizza Delivery Boy 🍕

i’ve always loved classic porn tropes with a feedism twist.

imagine ordering five pizzas for delivery—a margarita, a Hawaiian, a pepperoni, a sausage and bacon, and a cheese. its late into the evening and your trap has been set. you wait patiently to strike.

within 30 minutes you hear a knock at your door. you open it, and standing before you on the welcome mat is a pudgy twenty-something wearing a backwards hat and a tight t-shirt donning the logo of your local pizza joint. he’s balancing all five pizzas in his arms, and he seems hasty to dump them onto you and get his tip.

“thank you,” you say, taking the pizzas. “i can’t believe nobody showed. what am i going to do with all this pizza?”

though apathetic and moody, he asks what you mean.

“i was supposed to be having a party tonight so i ordered all this pizza. nobody showed, so now i’m stuck with it. i hardly have any room in my fridge!”

he doesn’t take this bait, and instead tells you the total. you pull out your wallet and give him two twenties. while he’s calculating the change, you have a suggestion.

“hey, tell you what. do you want some of this pizza? i’d hate to see it go to waste.”

he shakes his head. “thanks but no thanks. im sick of pizza.”

“how could anyone be sick of pizza?”

“i eat it on my breaks. i go home smelling like pizza. i get dough under my fingernails. it’s lost its appeal.”

“oh…i see. well, if you change your mind…”

he drops the change into your open palm, pondering. it’s a slow night after all, and admittedly he’s feeling a little peckish. someone called off, forcing him to work twice as hard. maybe eating something isn’t such a bad idea.

reluctantly, he takes you up on your offer. once he’s entered the threshold you invite him to make himself comfortable and have as much pizza as he likes. he rolls his eyes a little at your incessant kindness. some people are just too nice. he peeks into the boxes on the counter to see what he wants. he decides that pepperoni sounds the most appealing.

the cheese pull is sublime. the pepperoni is curled and crispy. there’s just enough sauce. for whatever reason, it’s hitting the spot. he decides another slice couldn’t hurt.

as he’s grubbing, you drag a chair to the center of the kitchen.

“sit down if you like. im sure you’re exhausted.”

he nods. doing deliveries and making the pizzas has given him weak Bambi legs and quite the appetite. he takes a load off and opens the box of Hawaiian.

“a lot of people don’t like Hawaiian.” you say. “what are your thoughts? do you think fruit belongs on pizza?”

he shrugs. “i dunno. it’s my favorite, but i guess it’s weird when you think of it that way.”

he gobbles the slice and wipes his greasy fingers down his pant leg. he looks like he’s about to get up, but you stop him.

“well, i for one don’t like Hawaiian at all. you should have some more, since it’s your favorite. here—“ you round the counter and give him the entire box. “go ahead. it’s all yours.”

score, he thinks. he is warming up to your hospitality. he downs three more slices before deciding he is on the verge of uncomfortably full.

“what’s the matter? not hungry?” you ask.

“uhm. starting to get full. y’know i should head out, my boss is going to wonder where i am—“

“nonsense, you just need a little help—here, why don’t i feed it to you?”

you pick up a piece of Hawaiian. you hover it in front of his mouth. he looks stunned.

“what?”

“go on then. i can’t eat all this by myself.”

looking unsure of himself, he bites into the slice you’re offering. you gently coax the entire slice into his mouth.

“there you go. you don’t even need to use your hands. tell you what, why don’t i tie those up for you?”

you ambush him and bind his arms behind his back. his feet come next.

“comfortable?” you muse.

he squirms in the chair. “hey! what’s going on?”

“don’t worry. just relax.” you open the box of Hawaiian. “you’ve still got four slices here. open wide!”

you stuff his cheeks full of pineapple and ham. his cheeks are so full his groans are muffled

“good, isn’t it?” he thrashes and turns his head away when you hover another slice in front of him. “now, that’s no way to treat your host. keep still.”

you force him to finish the Hawaiian pizza. by the end he’s left panting, his already tight shirt riding up his pale belly.

“ohh, no more!” he begs. “i can’t take anymore. my belly hurts.”

you smile and laugh. “well, what next? margarita or sausage and bacon?”

looks like he’s going to have to call into work tomorrow.

[41panda]

I knew I’ve put on a some weight recently, but damn not this much. The size 32 Speedo doesn’t fit like it used to.

[james1802]

Fuck I just keep growing it’s getting ridiculous even standing you can see this gut just stick out farther than anything else on my body🤣

[maxpounds]

My Roommate

Part One

Moving day arrived with the sun shining brightly over the city. I had decided to find a roommate to help pay the mortgage, since my salary at the clothing store wasn't enough. The idea of sharing my space with someone new made me feel both anxious and excited.

Erik arrived early, dressed in a large, comfortable tracksuit. He was a handsome 25-year-old, recently independent, working from home as a programmer. In contrast to my usual work suit and tie, his relaxed style caught my attention immediately.

"Hi, Frank," Erik said with a broad smile, extending his hand.

"Hi, Erik. Let me help you with the boxes," I replied, shaking his hand.

From our first meeting when he came to see the apartment, we got along well. As Erik unpacked his things and arranged them in his new room, I couldn't help but watch him. There was something about his presence that attracted me.

After a few hours of work, we finished settling everything. Erik collapsed onto the sofa, sweating slightly from the effort, and I noticed that his clothes, though large, didn't completely hide a slight roundness in certain areas of his figure. It was then that I understood why he had brought so much food. The fridge, which usually held my fruits and vegetables, was now packed with ready meals, cheese, whole milk, and various sauces. The cabinets were filled with pasta, rice, chips, cookies, and other snacks.

"Wow, you have quite an appetite," I commented, trying to sound casual as I observed his provisions.

Erik laughed. "Yeah, I like to eat."

I couldn't deny it puzzled me, but I decided not to dwell on it and simply accepted that my new roommate had a different lifestyle from mine.

One night, weeks later, I came home after a bad date. I was feeling disappointed and frustrated. To my surprise, I found Erik sitting on the couch with two empty pizza boxes beside him.

"Hey, Frank. How was the date?" he asked with a carefree smile.

"There was no spark," I said, shrugging.

Erik looked at me with interest. "Maybe he wasn't your type," he said, a sympathetic look on his handsome face. "Sometimes it's hard to find someone who we really click with."

I sank into the armchair across from him, feeling a bit better hearing his words. He always had a way of making me feel understood and less alone.

"Maybe you're right," I admitted, letting out a sigh.

As we talked, I noticed something different about Erik. His tracksuit no longer fit as loosely as when he moved in. In fact, his sweatshirt seemed to hide a growing belly. It was clear he was enjoying his food, and his body showed it. He got up and walked to the kitchen. His sweatpants clung to his rounder butt in a way I hadn't seen before. He opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a huge tub of protein powder, which surprised me.

"Have you been to the gym?" I asked, trying to understand why he needed a protein shake after two pizzas.

Erik laughed and shook his head. "No, I don't go to the gym," he said as if the idea amused him.

"Oh. Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed."

"Goodnight, Frank."

Maybe he was right. Maybe the slim guy I went out with wasn't simply my type. I'd always been more attracted to burly men, bears.

One hot night in late spring, I woke up thirsty. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I reached the doorway, I stopped in my tracks. The scene before me left me paralyzed. Erik was standing there, illuminated by the light of the open fridge. He was wearing only a pair of briefs that dug into his skin, highlighting his curves and revealing the increasing roundness of his body. His belly slightly spilled over the elastic waistband, and his thighs looked thicker, but what stood out the most was his butt. That round, prominent ass completely filled the underwear, stretching the fabric to its limit. Erik had a box of donuts on the counter and was eating one after another with insatiable voracity using his left hand. His right hand was inside his briefs, moving rhythmically as he masturbated. The pleasure on his face was undeniable. I couldn't help but stand there, silently watching. The sight of Erik pleasuring himself like that, enjoying the food and his own body, was mesmerizing. I felt my erection grow quickly.

I backed away from the doorway carefully, trying not to make any noise, and returned to my room. The image of Erik lingered in my mind: his increasingly plump body, his hands occupied with the donuts and his cock, the expression on his face. I knew something had changed within me and that my attraction to Erik had grown in a way I couldn't ignore.

Part Two

With the arrival of summer, the heat in our apartment became unbearable. Erik started walking around in just his briefs, and every time I saw him, my heart pounded harder. His physique had changed noticeably. His belly had grown larger and stuck out proudly. His butt had become even bigger and rounder. The briefs barely contained his cheeks, and the integrity of the fabric was tested with every move. Erik seemed comfortable with his body. Seeing him so natural and carefree drove me wild.

One afternoon, as we sat on the couch watching TV, I couldn't contain my curiosity. I looked at him intently and asked:

"Erik, are you... gaining weight on purpose?"

Erik remained silent for a moment, then a mischievous smile spread across his face.

"Yes, Frank, I am doing it on purpose."

"Why?" I asked.

"I've always been excited by the idea of gaining weight, feeling my body grow, my belly expanding, and my butt getting bigger. I love seeing how my clothes get tighter," he explained.

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and at the same time, I felt incredibly aroused. His confession had only intensified my desire.

The next morning, as I headed to the kitchen to have coffee, I noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Erik in the shower. Water cascaded over his naked body, highlighting every curve, every fold of his skin. Watching his hands deliberately move over his fat belly, his chest, and then his enormous buttocks was fascinating. I clung to the door, my erection painfully hard. Unbeknownst to me, a damp spot formed in my briefs, a sign of my extreme arousal. Erik saw me. He didn't say anything, but his smile and the gleam in his eyes said it all. He pulled back the shower curtain and gestured for me to join him. Without thinking twice, I stepped into the bathroom. I quickly dropped my briefs to the floor and approached him. He turned, offering me his back. My eyes were fixed on his round, firm butt, a view I couldn't resist. I began to caress him, and Erik shuddered under my touch. I couldn't wait any longer; my throbbing cock sought its target. I aligned myself with him, and with a slow, deliberate motion, I entered him. The sensation was incredible. A moan escaped my lips. Erik arched back, bracing his hands against the shower wall as I started to move inside him. My hands gripped his love handles, and I increased the pace. The thrusts became stronger, more desperate, and Erik responded to each one with moans of pleasure. I felt his breathing quicken as we neared the climax. Finally, with a muffled cry, I came inside him. Erik shuddered and cried out too, his own orgasm following mine. We stayed like that, connected and panting, as the water continued to fall, washing away the sweat and passion we had shared.

That night, after a long day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about the morning's experience. When I got home, I found Erik relaxing on the sofa. I approached him and sat down beside him.

"Erik, there's something I need to tell you," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "I love how fat you're getting. Especially your butt. It drives me crazy. And I want to see you get even fatter."

Erik smiled, his rounded face filled with satisfaction. "I like what I'm hearing, Frank."

I stood up and went to the kitchen, where I pulled a two-liter tub of ice cream from the freezer. Returning to the sofa, I placed it in front of Erik, who had already eaten two huge plates of pasta for dinner. His eyes lit up at the sight of the ice cream. I sat beside him and started feeding him. The ice cream melted in his mouth, and his lips moved with delight, swallowing each spoonful. My hand slid over his belly, feeling the fullness and warmth of his flesh under my fingers.

"That's it, Erik," I whispered in his ear, leaning in to kiss his neck. "I want you to eat it all. I want to see you grow."

After what seemed like hours, Erik finished the ice cream. He lay back on the sofa, his breathing heavy, his eyes locked on mine.

"Thank you, Frank," he murmured with gratitude and desire.

"This is just the beginning," I said.

I knelt before him, and ran my hands along his thick thighs. My fingers then played with his nipples while I kissed his belly. Erik panted as my mouth traveled down his body. I nibbled his cock through his briefs, feeling his hardness against my teeth. With a swift motion, I slid the garment down, and freed his erection. My tongue traced its length, savoring every inch before taking it into my mouth. My hands continued exploring, caressing his thighs and balls. Erik moaned and writhed. With a cry of pleasure, he came in my mouth. His hot cum filled my throat.

Part Three

A few months had passed, and Erik was incredibly fat. I woke up one morning to the sight of his enormous, round, jiggly butt resting on the bed next to me. I admired its size, along with the cellulite on his thighs and the stretch marks on his love handles. Still groggy, I moved closer and placed my hands on his buttocks, gently shaking them. The flesh wobbled, semthing that excited me like nothing else in the world. I lowered his new XXL briefs and kissed his cheeks with devotion.

"You've gained so much weight, Erik," I murmured against his skin. "And it turns me on so much seeing you like this."

Erik moaned in response, and my hands became bolder. I squeezed and kneaded his butt, feeling the fat beneath my palms as my tongue explored every inch too.

"I love you like this, so big, so sexy," I whispered.

Erik writhed in pleasure.

"Frank, bring me breakfast in bed," he requested. "I want to start the day well-fed."

I got up quickly, my erection throbbing with anticipation, and headed to the kitchen. I prepared a tray with everything I knew Erik loved: plenty of buttered toast, a cheese omelet, two enormous chocolate-filled croissants, and a giant protein shake made with equal parts of milk and cream.

When I returned to the bedroom, Erik was waiting for me, reclined on the bed with a satisfied smile on his face. I placed the tray in front of him and watched as his eyes lit up at the sight of the food.

"Perfect," Erik said.

I sat beside him. He began to eat with enthusiasm. The way he enjoyed each bite, the joy on his face as he ate, filled my heart with deep satisfaction. I thought about how incredible it was to see his body expand, full of fat, more beautiful each day. And I knew Erik loved it too, every bite, every touch, every look of desire.

When he finished breakfast, I stayed in bed watching him get up and walk to the bathroom. His body had changed so much over the past few months; it was an intoxicating spectacle.

"You're such a fat pig, Erik," I said, sliding my hand over my own body. "Look at all that meat moving. Damn, you're so obese."

Erik stopped and turned to me, his eyes shining with excitement. He loved it when I talked to him like that. I started to jerk off, watching every move of his body.

"You love being this fat, don't you?" I continued, my voice husky.

Erik moaned softly, his hands caressing his bloated belly, fingers tracing the stretch marks that adorned it.

"Yes, Frank. Tell me," he begged with desire. "Tell me how fat I am, how much more you're going to make me gain."

"You're insatiable," I whispered lustfully. "I'm going to keep feeding you. I want you to be the fattest man I've ever seen."

My hands moved more urgently, my eyes fixed on Erik's body.

"You look so sexy stuffed with food," I told him, feeling my own excitement reach its peak. "There's nothing I love more than watching you turn into a satisfied, obese pig."

Erik bit his lip, and I saw his own erection grow beneath his belly.

"Yes, Frank, make me fatter," he replied. "I can't wait to see how many more pounds I'll gain for you."

With those final words, I came, my semen shooting across the room.

Final Part

It was Saturday, and I decided we needed to go to a buffet. Erik was sitting on the couch in his now extremely small XXL briefs, his enormous belly resting on his thighs. I watched him for a moment before saying:

"Today we're going to a buffet, and I want you to wear something tight. I want everyone to see how big you've gotten."

Erik nodded, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He went to his room, and I followed, knowing he would choose the tightest clothes he had. He opted for a shirt that clung to his belly, highlighting every roll, and pants that squeezed his thighs and huge butt. I felt instantly aroused seeing him like that.

We arrived at the buffet, a paradise of greasy, abundant food, and we took our seats.

"I want you to eat non-stop. OK? Do not stop until I tell you to."

Erik nodded, stood up, and headed to the buffet tables. He returned with something for me and a plate full of pizza, fries, and fried chicken for himself. I watched him eat, savoring every bite he took. When he finished, I said:

"Go for more."

Erik got up and fetched another plate. This time he returned with burgers, onion rings, and more fries. The obvious pleasure on his face as he filled his body with more and more greasy food was thrilling.

"You're a fat pig," I whispered when he finished. "Eat more; I want to see you get even bigger."

Erik obeyed without question, rising again to get more food. I watched him walk, his huge, round butt bouncing with every step. He came back with a plate of mac and cheese and ribs. His belly was already peeking out from under his shirt.

"More, Erik. Don't stop," I ordered as he took the last bite.

Once again, he obeyed, getting up with difficulty, his tight clothes highlighting every inch of his fat. He returned with several pieces of cake.

We went home hours later. As soon as we got in, Erik collapsed heavily on the couch. I approached him, my excitement palpable.

"You're pure lard, Erik," I whispered, starting to undress him.

First, I removed his shirt, releasing his broad chest and enlarged nipples. My fingers caressed them, and Erik moaned.

"Look at you, with those huge tits and that round belly. You're such a glutton."

I struggled to remove his pants, the fabric clinging to his thick thighs and butt, which looked like two beach balls. He was left in his briefs, which I slowly pulled down, revealing his erect member, partially buried in his pubic fat.

"I love how huge you've gotten."

My hands roamed his body, groping his soft flesh. I caressed his swollen belly, feeling its warmth and smooth texture. Then I directed a hand to his cock and began to stroke it. Every movement made everything jiggle, especially his nipples, which bounced with each thrust.

"You're so sexy, so obese. Tomorrow we'll go back to the buffet," I murmured, increasing the pace of my movements.

Erik moaned louder and climaxed, his hot semen spurting into my hands. I fed it to him, then kissed him, feeling a deep satisfaction knowing I had helped him become the man he so desired to be.

[maxpounds]

Broken Leg

Part one

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

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

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

Alex sighed, clearly annoyed.

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

David frowned.

"Wow. Does it hurt a lot?"

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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

Alex looked at him with gratitude.

"What would I do without you?"

David stood up, his expression firm.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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

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

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

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

David nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

"Me neither."

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

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

Alex gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alex smiled, feeling a special warmth inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part two

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

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

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

Alex shivered at David’s touch and his words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He entered him slowly, savoring every second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yeah?”

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

“Well, I am curious, yes.”

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

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

“We can give it a go.”

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

Part three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David nodded, kissing Alex’s forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pulled them up over his wide thighs with difficulty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David looked at him and smiled.

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

Alex laughed and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They burst into laughter as they closed the door.

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

“That was incredible!” Alex added.

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

“Look how fat you are,” David mumbled.

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

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

Final part

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“313 pounds,” Alex said proudly and worriedly.

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

“David, I love you.”

“I love you too, Alex.”

[gainingfiction]

Big Bro

Summary: Marco is a cocky jock used to coasting through life on his good looks. His stepbrother Jared has always been fat, and teasing him about it is Marco’s favourite pastime. But when Jared starts slimming down, Marco’s latest scheme (sabotaging Jared’s diet) comes back to bite him in a big way.

This story owes a huge debt to “Neighbors” by Anonymous. I couldn’t match that story’s rapid-fire pace, but I do think I did justice to the narrator’s snarky tone.

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I’m one of those guys who can eat whatever he wants. It’s true—my whole life I’ve had this amazing metabolism. I ate like a pig all through high school, and I had the best body in that place. Probably because I played so many sports. 

My stepbrother, Jared, wishes he could eat like me and look as good as I do. Dude is so lazy, and so damn fat. The only exercise he gets is lifting a fork and getting up for seconds. I don’t know where he gets it—my stepdad keeps in pretty good shape; he’s a pretty good looking dude, all around. My mom definitely could have done worse.

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Miracle Grow Boys - Part 1

Aiden and Jack are two new soccer recruits desperate to fit into a team of hung studs at their college. They resort to mysterious pills promising growth, but in ignoring the warnings they accidentally trigger more than they can handle. An old story revised by the author under a new name.

“Do you really think this will work?”

Aiden nudged the packet of pills with his socked toe. The label read EXPOMENTIAL and was written in a clinical font. There were warnings all around the sides and back of the box. It was just like a real pill packet, except it hadn’t come from any pharmacy on the college campus.

“Only one way to find out,” said Jack next to him.

The two boys sat side by side on an old, sagging couch, in the house’s common area, the morning after a party. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn about, and evidence of last night covering every surface. Aiden and Jack had cleared the beer cans and pizza boxes off the coffee table. The pill packet sat there, and both boys sat back on the couch watching it.

Aiden and Jack both boasted impressive physiques on account of their athlete status, but Aiden was taller and broader, while Jack was leaner and more defined. Aiden had a thick chest lightly fuzzed with dark hair, matching a head of soft mahogany curls. Jack kept his head in a neat buzz, and his body was smooth, dusted in a fine layer of blonde. 

Both boys were in just their underwear and socks, considering the box of pills. “So should we do it?” Jack prompted, impatient. Aiden could sometimes take forever to make decisions, and Jack was tired of him stalling all morning. Jack and Aiden had a third roommate, Tex, an honors kid in the third bedroom. He’d left early to go hang with his study group, but what if he came back? Jack didn’t want this cut short, pun intended.

“Maybe we should wait,” Aiden said. “Do a little more research.”

“You’re just being a pussy,” Jack said, punching Aiden’s bicep playfully. “Now’s our only chance and you know it. Practices are going to be every day next week, and if we keep skipping out on showers someone is going to notice again.”

Aiden and Jack had an interesting dilemma. Neither had made the cut for the soccer team at the D1 school they attended, but the school’s Club Soccer team turned out to be plenty competitive. Aiden and Jack met that way, befriending one another early on in their freshman year, and everything was fun and games until they were approached by the assistant coach of the D1 team. Evidently, Aiden and Jack’s teamwork had people talking, and the two were recruited as walk-ons, contingent upon their performance at the upcoming summer training camp.

A recruited walk-on offer was a dream come true for both boys, until the first practice. The practice itself went great—Aiden and Jack both received approving nods from the coaches as they attempted to integrate into the team—but after practice was when things went south. The boys went to shower up but, upon walking into the locker room, they made the horrifying discovery that the entire soccer team was hung. Aiden and Jack showered quickly, their backs turned to the steamy room so that no one could see their average cocks. They’d dashed back into their clothes and run from the sports complex, still dripping.

This happened the next day, and the next, until one of the captains—Cross—sent the boys a curt text asking them to stick around for post-practice announcements.

Jack had declared their cock shortage an emergency, saying that once the team saw them as inadequate, it would bleed onto the field, and all chances of making the team would be lost. He wasn’t about to let something as puny has his dick cost him his chance at the big leagues, and a short time later he knocked on Aiden’s door with the biggest, goofiest grin.

“Our problems are solved,” he had said, holding up the packet of pills.  

Aiden had been less sure. Pills? Really? He didn’t think a six-hour erection would solve their problems, but Jack told him all about how the pills were experimental enhancements. Not a temporary boner, but a permanent boost. Aiden had to admit, an extra inch or two did sound nice, right? And so he’d agreed to take the pills with Jack. But now, looking at them, he wasn’t so sure.

“Maybe size doesn’t matter,” Aiden offered.

“Fuck that,” Jack said. “We’re doing it. Now.”

Jack snatched up the packet, but then he froze. He shook it, his eyes going wide. Then he pried the packet open and tipped out the contents onto the table. Both boys leaned forward.

Almost all of the pills were gone, each of the little plastic pods punched out like a used-up pack of gum. The packet emanated a musky, fruity smell. Masculine, heady, carnal. It was faint but intoxicating, indicating the pills themselves must have been totally irresistible.

“What the fuck—” Aiden whispered. “You bought an empty pack of pills?”

“No! This was totally full last night. I checked!”

“Okay well, did someone else take them?”

“No…” Jack looked around the room, at all the spent beer cans. He let out a small burp, tasting that same sweet musk on the back of his throat. “I think we took them.”

Aiden was putting it together too. He flipped the packet over and read the warnings allowed. “Recommended dose is one pill. Do not ever exceed three pills. Do not take with alcohol.”

Jack was counting the punched-out pockets. He couldn’t help but crack a nervous smile when he looked at Aiden with the bad news. “We took 5.”

Aiden whistled. “Phew. That’s not so bad.”

“Each.”

Both boys slowly looked down at the other’s groin, and there was a long pause like they were expecting some kind of explosion. Nothing happened, and the moment ended with both Aiden and Jack busting out laughing. Clearly these pills were a fucking scam.

“I knew it. I’m going to kill Swain, that puny fuck.”

Swain was Jack’s hook-up buddy when Aiden wasn’t around. Swaim was a science kid a few grades up from Jack’s hometown. He wasn’t puny, not at all. He hulked up in college, putting on muscle mass that had caught Jack’s eye. When it came to figuring out how to grow, Jack knew Swain would have some solutions.

“You’re going to kill Swain?” Aiden laughed. “Oh yeah? How?”

“Suffocate him on my gigantic cock of course!” Jack jokingly grabbed his junk, then winced. He felt a little tender. Perhaps him and Aiden had gotten up to more than just drinking last night. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d hooked up. Plenty of nights had ended without scoring an invite back to a girl’s dorm, and Jack and Aiden had made no fuss about resorting to one another. The thought slowly got him hard, so he sat back on the couch, pulling a pillow into his lap.

Aiden rocked onto his feet, phone in hand. “I’ll let Tex know it’s all clear to come back. Not a word to him about this, okay? He’s a science kid too, remember? I don’t want Swain on our asses if this gets out.”

Jack shrugged. “Judging by my hangover, it’s entirely possible Tex already knows everything. Heck, maybe he was the one who took all the pills.”

“Hah,” Aiden yawned, lifting his big arms up over his head to stretch. “Yeah, and I’m sure that’s why we haven’t seen him. He’s off in the library or something, sucking on his own brand-new massive cock.”

Now Jack was rock hard, but it wasn’t just Aiden’s crass joke. It was Aiden himself. The boy looked…bigger. His shoulders were broader, his biceps rounder. All his muscles looked pumped up, in fact, like he’d just wrapped up a tough workout. But all morning all they’d done was sat and played video games. And then Jack’s eyes landed on the thing that was the most different: Aiden’s cock. It was curled in his tight white underwear, but it looked…

Jack sat up. Aiden’s arms were still up as he stretched, twisting back and forth. Jack scooted closer, caught him by the hips, and leaned in.

The same sweet musk wafted from Aiden’s bulge. Jack wasn’t usually so forward, but something about it pulled his nose right into the tight fabric containing Aiden’s cock, and he inhaled. Before Aiden could protest, Jack’s tongue sank into the taught fabric, and the smaller guy let out a moan. Aiden’s protests died away, but the sudden pressure made him aware of something. Weren’t his briefs awfully tight? It was like they’d shrunk several sizes. Or he’d grown.

Aiden hooked his thumbs into his taught waistband and pulled down, dragging the damp cotton past Jack’s panting tongue.

Fuck. Both boys swore at the same time.

Aiden had always had a nice cock. It wasn’t massive, but the shape was ‘pretty’ according to his many conquests. It was the thickness, and the way it swelled towards the top, then ended in a perfectly soft, mushroom tip. Proportionally thick. A slight upward curve. The ‘pretty’ comments always annoyed Aiden because he thought it was a comment about his inadequate size. Now he got it, though. It might have been because his cock, growing hard in Jack’s hands, had somehow gone from six inches to eight.

No, eight and a half.

The boys briefly locked eyes, both of them grinning. Clearly something had worked after all. Jack guided Aiden’s perfect, hung cock into his mouth and started to gently suck. Aiden let out a sigh. Maybe it was the growth, but he felt incredibly sensitive. Jack’s head—always masterful—felt better than ever. Despite the new awkwardness of maneuvering with his new cock, he began to pump his hips forward, grinning at the gratifying noises of Jack’s throat opening up to let more and more of him in. Aiden idly grabbed Jack’s neck, reveling in the wet, sloppy noises as Jack attempted to deepthroat him. “You’ll have to get use to this,” Aiden breathed. “But you’re already doing so good, Jack. You were made to suck fat cocks, weren’t you?”

Jack gave a lustful moan. Aiden pushed even deeper, forgetting himself, until Jack’s hands gave a worried squeeze on Aiden’s thighs. Aiden froze, glancing down at Jack, who’s lips were buried in his soft pubes. Gradually Jack slid Aiden’s cock from his throat. Inch after inch appeared, shiny with spit. Inch after inch after inch, until with a pop Aiden’s cock finally was free. Jack gasped for air as it wagged side to side, a string of spit still connecting it to Jack’s reddened lips.

“It grew,” Jack spat. “I felt it. In my throat.”

Aiden believed him, because as he’d pulled out, he felt a mounting terror as more and more cock just kept coming. The cock that wagged before him was, by his estimate, at least an inch longer. Maybe even two. Was he really verging on eleven inches of cock.

Suddenly, Aiden was sitting down on the couch, his fat, hung cock sticking straight up as Jack pushed his legs wide to get between them. Jack produced a measuring tape with a bashful grin. “What? I wanted to be ready to test the results.” He lined it up and, sure enough, Aiden was eleven inches.

Jack whistled. “Looks like it was worth it taking all those pills,” he said. Aiden felt a smidge of worry. He’d wanted to gain just two inches, maybe three. But five? It was bordering on two big. Still, he couldn’t deny it was unbelievably hot to watch Jack resume slurping up and down his massive cock. He let his head roll back as he experienced Jack’s expert cock sucking until, only a few minutes later, Jack’s pace began to slow dramatically. With a gasp Jack finally pulled off and said, “Dude, you’re still growing.”

“What?” Aiden sat up. “What? No. Fuck. No way!” But he did look even bigger, didn’t he? Jack was beyond amused. “Aiden the horse,” he moaned as his slid his lips up Aiden’s cock, following a new, prominent vein. “Aiden the stallion.”

“Shut…up,” Aiden whispered, blushing, but it was too hot. He tried to hold back, but another flush of pleasure went through him, causing his cock to swell even more. He realized with a pang of panic that it was this—the pleasure—that was keeping him growing. “Jack—” he tried to speak up, but Jack was already back to sucking him. “Jack…wait…you’re going to make me too big—”

Could he even still fit into his jock at this size?

Jack could hear Aiden, but the words weren’t registering. This whole time he had been in total bliss feeling Aiden gradually growing in his mouth and throat. His mind was completely focused on shoving as much of this massive cock into himself as possible even as it became harder and harder. Jack supposed at some point he physically wouldn’t be able to do it, but every time he thought this, he tasted the precum oozing out of Aiden and, as if it were magic, Jack’s mouth seemed to open a little wider. The precum had a distinct taste, too. Salty, but cut with the same sweet musk as the pills. As Jack felt Aiden’s cock slide snuggly back into his throat—almost all eleven inches of it—he wondered if perhaps the pills bestowed more than one type of transformation.

“Jack—fuck, oh my god, Jack, hold on….” Aiden was nearly begging for a break, not because he wanted it but because he wasn’t sure how they’d get his cock out of Jack’s mouth if it grew any bigger. Jack didn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest, though. How was that possible? How was any of this possible?

Then the worst possible thing happened. Both boys froze, cutting off their moans just in time as the door to their apartment swooshed open. They hadn’t even heard the key! Yet Tex was shuffling inside, about to catch them.

Aiden was quick. He grabbed a pillow, grabbed a blanket, and messily tossed them together to hide Jack between his legs. Jack couldn’t protest—Aiden’s cock was still lodged in his throat. All Jack could do was breath through his nose and listen.

“Sup,” Tex called. His footsteps traveled over to the kitchen. There came the sounds of fridge being open, and a soda being cracked. Aiden rapidly adjusted the makeshift hiding spot for Jack. It helped if Aiden put his feet up on the coffee table, creating a small tent, but this only drove his cock a bit further down Jack’s throat.

“Where’s Jack?” Tex asked after a moment. “Gym? Drills? Whatever you jocks do on a day off?”

“Uhhh,” Aiden was clearly at a loss for words. Jack gulped, inadvertently massaging Aiden’s still hard cock, and Aiden tensed all over. “I don’t know where Jack is,” Aiden lied stiffly. “I just woke up. Must have dozed off.”

“You jocks have it easy,” Tex sighed. “The STEM kids have to work twice as hard in the summer programs.” As Tex launched into his usual speech, Jack slowly slid Aiden’s cock from his mouth, but instantly he got a face full of the precum he had neglected to swallow in the last few minutes. It quickly soaked the blanket, and Aiden tried to adjust his pillow.

“Meanwhile you jocks do jack shit,” Tex was saying between sips of soda. “Working out, playing games, taking naps, probably circle jerking, and—hey, what’s that smell?”

It was the musk again. The intoxicating odor was already in the air. Aiden’s hands were quick, diving beneath the blanket to grab Jack’s jaw. Then before Jack could resist, his mouth was snuggly capped over Aiden’s bulbous cockhead. Like a faucet, it unleashed another gush of precum, but this time Jack swallowed every drop.

“Dunno,” Aiden said to Tex, a rattle of pleasure in his tone. “I’ll get to cleaning up soon though, don’t worry. It’s probably a spilled drink somewhere. Sorry.”

“It’s cool. Last night was a mess. I barely got up this morning, and I forgot like three things on my way out. Speaking of, is my laptop over there?”

Aiden’s eyes darted to a bulky laptop stuffed into the far side of the sectional. He didn’t dare confirm its location. Just the feeling of Jack squirming under the blanket was causing him to precum again. And was Jack…sucking him again? Fuck, it would be just like Jack to take this moment to be devilish, knowing it would push Aiden’s buttons. And it worked. Obediently, Aiden went rock hard and his cock gushed even more precum. Jack was ready, lapping it up.

“Do you see it?” Tex called as he started to move around the room, throwing aside blanket and pillows on the big recliners. Aiden couldn’t move. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, he’d moan. Jack was barely moving, yet his tongue was dragging every drop of precum from Aiden’s balls. It was more than that, though. Aiden realized with terror that he was about to finally cum. Jack sensed it too, becoming bolder, using his hands to gently squeeze Aiden’s sensitive new inches. It would take only a few more seconds…

“Ah, there it is,” Tex finally said. He turned the corner on the couch. He was a nice-looking guy, a bit shorter than Jack, with a cuddly bulk to him that was partly muscle from his time on swim team. He had faint freckles and round glasses he constantly cleaned with his shirt.

Tex grabbed the laptop, then glanced at Aiden. “You okay man?”

Aiden nodded. He was about to blow. He clamped one hand onto the back of Jack’s neck, keeping him still, but it might already be too late. That’s why Aiden’s other hand was digging into the pillow in his lap.

“You look…hot,” Tex said, then sniffed. He shook his head. “Like, temperature. Did you just work out? You’re looking swole, man. Or...more swoler than usual. What’ve you been eating?”

“Just some new supplements,” Aiden barely managed to say. His orgasm crested, and he felt another wave of pleasure all over as his body seemed to drain an immense load down into Jack’s waiting throat. But, unlike every single orgasm Aiden had ever had, this one didn’t end in a few seconds. It carried on through the moment, only getting more intense.

Miraculously, Aiden didn’t make a sound. He didn’t even break eye-contact with Tex.

“Cool,” Tex eventually shrugged. “Save some for Jack. I know how you guys like to compete.” With another sniff, he headed for the door. Then he was gone

Aiden threw the blanket aside, expecting Jack to come up gasping for air, but Jack stayed between his legs, lips sucking on Aiden’s cockhead, his eyes barely opened like he was in daze. After Aiden got over the shock of seeing his cock even bigger somehow, he realized it wasn’t the only thing that had grown. Jack was buffer, like he’d been pumped up. And…

Aiden leaned forward and gently pried his cock from Jack’s lips, causing spurts of precum to dribble down into his pubes. Jack leaned back, out of breath, and Aiden whistled.

“Dude, your belly…”

Jack blinked out of his daze and looked down. His abs were gone. Instead, a soft, swollen belly had formed. As if by explanation, Jack whipped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “Sorry, it’s just…your precum. It was so good, I couldn’t help myself…”

“That’s precum?” Aiden’s jaw dropped. “I thought I was cumming, but then it didn’t stop. It only got more intense, like I was about to cum even harder…”

Jack was still regaining his breath as his poked his new belly. “If that was just precum, I can’t wait to see what your loads are like.”

“Jack…you’re not serious…”

Jack’s eyes flashed up to Aiden’s. He was totally serious.

Aiden scoffed. “We have to stop. I mean, look at you, man. You’re turning into a cum balloon. And look at me. My cock is already way too big. There’s no way it will fit inside your mouth now.”

That was true. Aiden’s cock lay heavily on the couch between his thick thighs. A small, sticky puddle was forming at the tip, soaking into the upholstery.

“I can take it,” Jack moaned. “I have to take it.”

“Jack, there’s no way.”

Jack wasn’t as clueless as Aiden thought. While he’d been swallowing Aiden’s pre-load, a theory had formed in his head. Now he wanted to test it out. Ignoring Aiden’s protests, Jack reached into the bigger boy’s lap and gently hoisted his new, monster cock upright. Automatically it dribbled a generous glob of precum. Jack grinned as he got on top of Aiden, like he was going to ride him. They’d done this a dozen times at least, but Aiden’s new size and Jack’s new belly made it feel brand new. Clumsily, Jack stripped off his underwear. Had he grown, too? He didn’t care. He had something else to focus on as he gently aligned Aiden’s monstrous cock with his hole.

“Jack. Come on,” Aiden said, wide-eyed. He was breathing hard despite sitting perfectly still while Jack worked. “You can’t be serious.”

“When I was blowing you,” Jack said as he reached around and dragged Aiden’s spurting cockhead to the correct position. “I felt the muscles in my face loosening up. My whole jaw felt like warm rubber.”

Aiden’s cock let out another gush. Jack moaned as the warm, slick substance absorbed into the sensitive skin of his hole.

“I think,” Jack said. “The formula has a few more enhancements than what’s on the box.”

Aiden’s eyes darted to the box next to him on the couch. Shit! Was it there when Tex was poking around? His mind quickly turned back to Jack as, with a low moan, both boys felt a sudden easing of Jack’s ass. Aiden’s cockhead was slipping inside.

“Wait, Jack!” Aiden begged. This was too much. The nerves in his new cock were blazing, and he felt the same pleasant growth start to kick in. But Jack wasn’t listening. He was moaning and talking at the same time.

“What I can’t figure out…” Jack let out a low moan. His eyes were squeezed shut; his hands gripped the back of the couch on either side of Aiden’s head. “Is what triggered your growth, but not mine.”

Aiden was gritting his teeth, trying to focus on anything other than his hot, jock fuck buddy gradually taking a cock head the size of a pool ball up the ass. The pressure increased on Aiden’s cock, sucking him further in, and he let out a defeated moan.

“It feels too good. Fuck, Jack, I think I’m growing again!”

Jack’s eyes flew open. Bingo. That was the missing piece. He’d have to explain it all to Aiden after, but for now…he had some growing himself to do. He inched down further, feeling even more of Aiden’s precum soak his hole, and sure enough his theory proved true. His hole stretched more and more until there was a pleasant relief as Aiden’s cockhead sank into him.

“Fuck. Jack. You’re doing it!” Aiden was breathing heavily. Jack was beyond words as he eased himself up, off Aiden’s cock, so he could take the head again. And again. And again, until quite suddenly Jack realized he was taking several inches beneath it, too. The feeling of fullness was addictive, and Jack craved even more. His legs burned with the effort of staying in a semi-crouch and he longed to just sink into Aiden’s lap, but Aiden was right. Even now, Jack could feel the boy gently swelling within him.

And as for Jack…

“Jack. Look!”

Jack looked down at himself for the first time in minutes. His muscles looked magnified to him, and his bloated belly had gone down considerably. He now had a clear view of his own cock which, while no match for Aiden’s, had jumped from five inches to nine.

“Mooooore,” Jack moaned as he resumed fucking himself.

Aiden was momentarily stunned by what he was seeing, but then snapped out of it. Clearly there was a connection between pleasure and growth, here, and if Jack wanted more, Jack would get more. A lot more. Aiden wrapped his powerful arms around Jack’s waist and with a quick, practiced maneuver, Jack was on his back atop the solid wooden coffee table. Aiden knelt on the carpet, between Jack’s legs. In the past, they’d had to dislodge for this feat, but now? Aiden had made the move without having to remove even the last four inches of his cock from Jack.

“Fuck,” Jack breathed.

Aiden grinned. The fear of being too big felt remote now. What he wanted, even more than his own huge cock, was to see this jock below him beef up.

“You want this?” Aiden asked gruffly, pumping his hips forward, making Jack feel the stretch as his hole finally attempted the thickest part of Aiden’s cock.

“Fuck Aiden, that’s so big. Give me a second—"

Aiden grabbed for Jack’s cock, pleased to see how much precum was already there to use a lube as he jacked Jack off. Jack’s protests turned into moans, and his hole loosened up. Aiden leaned forward, as much as Jack’s hole would let him, until he felt himself sink a few more inches in. Like clockwork, Jack’s cock plumped up in his hand, gaining nearly an inch.

“Goooood boy,” Aiden praised. “Looks like you’re a grower after all, Jack. The boys on the team are going to piss themselves when they see us.”

“More,” Jack begged.

Aiden obliged, letting the last few inches of his massive cock enter Jack. It was incredibly tight and hot, but in time the precum worked its magic and Jack’s hole eased into a much more accommodating elasticity. Aiden grinned, watching the smaller jock squirm below him, probably feeling his organs pushed around by the foot of dick buried in him. Aiden had one more idea, though.

“You think you can take a little more?” Aiden whispered, leaning over Jack, grinding his hips forward. Jack whimpered against Aiden’s lips. What Jack felt was beyond lust. He felt a hunger, a craving he had sensed in himself all his life. Now, as he felt his friend’s cock slowly pump his guts full of precum, and in turn felt his own body slowly pump bigger, there was only one answer to the question of growth: “Yes, sir.”

“Good, because you just got big enough to do this.”

Jack felt lips on the tip of his cock, yet Aiden was still fucking him. How? He cracked an eye open and gasped. Aiden didn’t have to pull out, because Jack’s own cock was a pillar of beautifully carved marble thrusting from his soft blonde pubes. How big had he started? Five inches. And now?

Aiden felt Jack gasp, and he made a show of keeping Jack’s cockhead in his mouth as he wrapped first one hand around Jack’s cock, then another atop it. Then the first hand rose up and did the same, showing Jack his cock now required three of Aiden’s large hands to handle.

It was all too much. Just like Aiden, Jack felt his orgasm ambush him, but instead of cresting and ending, the pleasure just kept pooling at the base of his cock. His balls felt tight between his legs, wedged between him and Aiden’s abs. They unleashed a flood of cum into Aiden’s mouth, catching the bigger guy by surprise, resulting in a splash washing onto Jack’s chest. Aiden didn’t stay surprised long, though, and quickly he caught the rest in several mouthfuls. Jack squirmed and moaned, but his eyes never left the sigh of Aiden’s throat gulping down the load. Jack knew what that meant. He suspected Aiden did, too.

“You asked for this,” Aiden said as he finally finished drinking Jack’s load. He smiled big, his lips slick with cum. It even oozed from the slight gap Jack knew was between Aiden’s sharp, wolf-like incisor and the tooth next to it. A boyish quirk that complimented Aiden’s dimples. It turned Jack on unbelievably.

“Here it comes,” Aiden moaned, a hand returning to his own swollen belly.

Both boys felt the sudden tightness slow their fucking as a wave of growth rushed up Aiden’s cock. Aiden moaned, head back, powering through the resistance as Jack’s body stretched to take him. How big was he getting? Aiden glanced down, pleased to see his girth now surpassed anything he knew Jack had ever taken. And Jack had taken a lot of cocks. Sometimes two at once. But none of them were this big, Aiden thought as he pushed all the way in, watching the trace of his massive meat flutter through the sweaty skin of Jack’s abs. No one was this big.

Except maybe Jack, who’s cock had quickly caught up to Aiden throughout the rigorous, supersized fucking. Jack watched it, his eyes hungry for every inch as his dick rapidly grew towards his own chin. In another few minutes, he’d be able to lick it himself. In fact…

In time with Aiden’s pounding, Jack grabbed onto his own cock and started to jack himself off. By craning his neck ever so slightly Jack could bring his lips to his own cockhead, and the precum flowed like warm syrup. Aiden growled with pleasure. This turned him on incredibly. He felt himself edging towards an orgasm again, but it was different this time. Harsher. Brighter. Ten times more erotic. He couldn’t slow down until he reached it.

“Yeah boy, suck yourself off,” Aiden growled. Jack’s eyes fluttered shut as he lapped at his own donkey dick.

“I said suck,” Aiden commanded. He reached around Jack’s neck with one hand, forcing the boy’s head down onto his own cock much like he’d done to Jack earlier, with Tex.

“You’re going to swell up again,” Aiden said, zoning in on Jack’s eyes as they widened with realizing. “Your tight little jock belly is going to balloon, with your cum, and then mine. And it’s going to make you grow and grow. You wanted a big dick? Well guess what. You’re going to have the biggest.”

Jack’s orgasm snuck up on him this time. He realized he was coming as a salty flood shot from his cock, right down his own throat. All he could do was open wide and take it as Aiden kept him locked in their current position. Jack felt his belly go tight, then the same pleasant elasticity took over as he gradually began to swell around the middle.

The sight was Aiden’s final straw. He hit his own orgasm head on, feeling every inch of himself vibrate with pleasure as he let loose into Jack’s ass. Somewhere beneath him, his ballooning balls pumped a massive load up into Jack, filling him from the other end. The result was the same, however: Jack’s body inflated with the cum, especially around the jock’s former six-pack.

“Fuck,” Aiden breathed, watching with delight and horror as his friend was transformed beneath him. Aiden was still cumming, the flood from his balls barely letting up. Jack’s eyes locked with his again and Aiden relished the mix of panic and pleasure as Jack felt himself being grown from the inside.

Aiden had not allowed Jack to stop sucking himself, but the rapidly bloating belly on Jack solved that problem. It dragged Jack’s cock out of his own mouth, and Jack sucked in several breaths of fresh air before finally saying: “Fuck.”

Aiden was breathing heavy too. “Fuck,” he agreed, gingerly placing his hands on Jack’s new gut. The last load had been absorbed fairly fast, but this was a lot more than the last load. Aiden grinned, imagining Jack trying to get into his little soccer uniform with his belly fat with cum, and his cock hanging down to his knees.

“Stop grinning at me,” Jack huffed. “Don’t laugh. This is your fault you know. Now pull out of me slowly.”

Jack winced, expecting it to be painful, but before he knew he felt Aiden slide from his hole. No pain whatso ever. Only a deep emptiness and a craving to have it filled up again.

Aiden starred at the cock in his hands, slick with his own cum. He was softening now, so it was hard to tell where he’d ended up length wise, but even soft his cock swayed between his legs a good eight inches, slapping against his thighs. How on earth had Jack’s hole managed this? To Aiden’s delight, Jack’s hole had only leaked a few drops of cum before puckering up, giving no sign it had just swallowed something so fat.

Jack’s own cock softened too. Like Aiden, it still looked way too big on him, but at least it was manageable. Both boys sat there for a few minutes, contemplating what had just happened. Finally, Jack sat up and placed a hand on his belly as it sloshed.

“Want to go another round?”

Aiden gawked at him. “I don’t think you could fit another drop of cum in you if you tried.”

Jack rolled his eyes and gestured at the TV, where their video game was still paused. “The game, numbskull.”

It was the perfect transition to smooth over the strangeness of what had just happened to them. Neither was quite ready to talk about what had just happened, or what it meant for soccer summer training. For now, it just felt good to flop back onto the couch, pick up their controllers, a resume their game. It was as if things were back to normal. Of course they had to spread their legs a bit more, but that was normal too now, wasn’t it? It seemed like they were bound to stay big, so they might as well get used to it.

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[allfryam]

jerking off makes you hungry pt. 2

Lucas avoided the "workout" videos on his phone and kept his hands busy with a new hobby of sketching, trying to divert the energy.

By the second week, however, the discipline began to fade. He found himself staring at the pantry, not with hunger, but with a nostalgic longing for that specific, manic euphoria that accompanied a post-orgasm binge. He missed the way the chicken Alfredo tasted like a religious experience, the way a simple bag of chips became the most important thing in the universe. He wasn't just craving food; he was craving the *intensity* of the hunger that only followed the act.

The breaking point arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, signaled not by a sudden urge, but by a crushing, suffocating boredom. Lucas found himself scrolling through his phone, his thumb hovering over a saved folder of videos he had promised to delete. The images were vivid, the movements rhythmic and hypnotic, and suddenly the air in the room felt too thick to breathe. He tried to remember Simon’s clinical voice, the warning about the weight and the health risks of these inexplicable binges, but the memory was a thin shield against a tidal wave of desire. His skin felt too tight for his body, and the silence of the apartment, once peaceful, now felt like an invitation to succumb.

He didn't even make it to the bed. He collapsed against the hallway wall, his breath coming in jagged gasps as he gave in. The release was violent and sudden, a volcanic eruption that left him shaking and depleted. For a few seconds, he felt a surge of triumph—he had finally broken the tension. But then, the familiar, predatory void opened up in his gut. It wasn't just hunger; it was a physical vacuum, a gravitational pull that demanded to be filled immediately or he would simply cease to exist.

Lucas didn’t walk to the kitchen; he scrambled, his feet sliding on the hardwood as he practically dove toward the refrigerator. The transition from pleasure to desperation was instantaneous, a chemical flip of a switch that erased everything—Simon’s advice, the tight fit of his jeans, the looming three-week check-up—leaving only a screaming, primal need for calories. He tore open the fridge door with such force that the jars of condiments rattled. He didn't look for a plate or a bowl; he didn't have the patience for the luxury of utensils.

He started with a leftover platter of deli meats and cheeses, shoving slices of ham and thick wedges of brie into his mouth in clumps. The salt hit his tongue and triggered a frantic surge of dopamine, making him crave even more. He reached for a jar of olives and tipped the entire contents into his mouth, including the brine, swallowing it in one massive, jagged gulp. His stomach, which had been relatively flat just minutes prior, began to stretch and pull, but the sensation only seemed to fuel the fire. He felt like a starving animal that had stumbled upon a feast after a year in the wilderness.

The deli platter was barely a memory before he was raiding the freezer. Lucas found a frozen lasagna, still in its cardboard tray, and shoved it into the microwave with trembling hands. He couldn't wait for the timer; he stood there, staring at the rotating plate, his breathing heavy and shallow. As soon as the beep sounded, he tore the plastic film off and dug in with his fingers, the scorching pasta searing his tongue, but he didn't care. He welcomed the burn. It was the only thing that matched the intensity of the hunger clawing at his gut. 

As he gorged himself, a strange, hazy euphoria settled over him. The food didn't just taste good; it felt like it was filling a hole in his very soul. He moved from the lasagna to a tub of potato salad, then to a bag of frozen peas that he ate raw and frozen, the icy pellets crunching between his teeth. He was moving in a blur, a mechanical cycle of reach, grab, swallow, repeat. He felt his stomach expanding, pressing firmly against the waistband of his underwear, creating a taut, rounded swell that would have terrified him if he weren't so consumed by the feast.

By the time the frenzy slowed, Lucas was slumped against the kitchen cabinets, his chest heaving. The silence of the apartment returned, but it was no longer the peaceful silence of the attic; it was the heavy, oppressive stillness of a crime scene. He looked down at himself. The waistband of his boxers had rolled down beneath the curve of his stomach, which was now a hard, protruding dome that felt as though it had been inflated with a bicycle pump. He tried to shift his weight, but the sheer mass of the meal made any movement a laborious effort. He felt an alien sensation—a tightness in his skin that hadn't been there a few weeks ago—and a deep, pulsing ache in his abdomen that signaled he had pushed his capacity to the absolute limit.

He lay there for a long time, staring at the empty lasagna tray and the scattered remnants of the deli platter, a mixture of profound satisfaction and genuine terror washing over him. He had failed. He had completely surrendered to the cycle. The fear of the three-week check-up began to gnaw at him, but it was a distant, intellectual worry compared to the physical reality of his bloated gut. He wondered if Simon had known this would happen. The doctor's expression during the home visit—the wide eyes, the shaky voice—suggested that Lucas wasn't just a medical anomaly, but a temptation.

The realization didn't hit Lucas while he was fasting, but in the quiet, shameful aftermath of his relapse. As he lay on the kitchen floor, his stomach a tight, drum-like sphere pressing against his spine, he remembered the way Simon had looked at him during the home visit. He recalled the doctor’s gaze—not one of professional concern or clinical detachment, but a focused, almost hungry appraisal. Simon hadn't just been observing a symptom; he had been admiring the result. The way the doctor’s voice had shaken, the way his eyes had lingered on Lucas’s burgeoning midsection, and that unmistakable tension in his own trousers—it wasn't just surprise. It was desire.

Lucas shifted slightly, a small groan escaping his lips as his bloated belly protested the movement. He thought about the "recommendation" to stop masturbating entirely. At the time, it had sounded like medical advice, but now, in the haze of his food coma, it felt like a challenge. Simon knew exactly what happened when Lucas gave in. He knew that the only way to achieve this specific, rounded fullness was through the ritual of release and the subsequent binge. By telling Lucas to stop, Simon had essentially set a timer on a pressure cooker, knowing that the eventual explosion would result in a version of Lucas that was softer, heavier, and more indulgent. He didn't want Lucas to be healthy; he wanted to see how far this biological glitch could go.

The realization didn't just settle in; it ignited. If Simon’s professional facade had been cracking under the weight of Lucas’s appetite, then the three-week check-up wasn't a medical appointment—it was a reveal. Lucas looked down at the soft, rounded swell of his stomach, the skin stretched tight from the lasagna and deli meats, and felt a sudden, rebellious surge of pride. If the doctor found his gluttony captivating, why fight it? The "abstinence" period hadn't been a cure; it had been a seasoning process, making the eventual crash more violent and the resulting growth more rapid.

He decided right then to lean into the glitch. He wouldn't just "try" to stop; he would weaponize the cycle. The goal was no longer to maintain his waistline, but to maximize it. He wanted to walk into that office—or better yet, welcome Simon back into his home—as a transformed version of himself. He imagined the look on Simon's face when he saw that the "medical anomaly" had blossomed into something substantial, something soft and heavy that would make the doctor’s clipboard tremble in his hand. It became a game of escalation: how much could he pack onto his frame before the deadline?

The following Tuesday, Lucas didn't just give in; he orchestrated the collapse. He spent the afternoon meticulously stocking his pantry, treating it like a logistics operation. He bought family-sized bags of pasta, crates of heavy cream, and three different kinds of cake from the local bakery, stacking them in the cupboard like ammunition. The anticipation became its own kind of foreplay. He spent hours in a state of focused agitation, his mind looping back to the sight of Simon’s toned thighs and the way the doctor had looked at his stomach with a mixture of shock and raw attraction.

The ritual was no longer a secret shame, but a deliberate act of expansion. When he finally stepped into the bedroom, the air felt charged. He didn't rush this time. He took his time, savoring the tension, letting the desire build until it was an all-consuming fire. When the release finally hit, it felt more powerful than ever, a psychic trigger that slammed a door shut on his willpower and flung open the doors to his appetite. The void in his gut didn't just open; it roared.

Lucas didn't even bother with the kitchen light. He navigated the dim hallway by instinct, his breathing heavy and erratic, his stomach already beginning to cramp with a hunger that felt less like a need for food and more like a demand for mass. He didn't start with the leftovers this time; he went straight for the heavy artillery. He tore into a gallon of whole milk, the cold liquid sliding down his throat in huge, desperate gulps, before moving on to a family-sized tray of macaroni and cheese. He didn't use a fork. He scooped the creamy, cheesy pasta into his mouth with his hands, the same frantic, mechanical rhythm he had established during his first relapse.

The transition was seamless. One moment he was a man struggling with a medical condition; the next, he was a biological vacuum. He demolished the macaroni and immediately pivoted to the bakery cakes, shoving thick slabs of chocolate fudge and vanilla cream into his mouth. The sugar hit his bloodstream like a drug, heightening the euphoria of the binge. He could feel his skin stretching, his abdominal muscles—once a point of pride—now acting as a soft, yielding cradle for the sheer volume of food he was forcing inside. Each bite felt like it was adding a layer of luxury to his frame, a heavy, warm density that made him feel grounded and powerful.

The days leading up to the final check-up became a blur of calculated indulgence. Lucas stopped pretending to fight the cycle; instead, he treated it like a training regimen. Every few days, he would trigger the binge, filling his apartment with the same heavy, calorie-dense foods—creamy pastas, buttery pastries, and gallons of full-fat milk. He discovered that the longer he waited between releases, the more violent the hunger became, and the more his body seemed to absorb the excess. His clothes were the first to signal the change. His favorite jeans had become impossible to button, the denim straining against a belly that no longer just bloated after a meal, but remained a soft, persistent curve even when he woke up.

By the final Friday, Lucas felt a strange, heavy lethargy in his limbs. His movements had slowed, and there was a new, rhythmic jiggle to his midsection that accompanied every step. He spent the morning in a state of anticipation, wearing a pair of oversized sweatpants that hung precariously low on his hips, allowing his stomach to spill over the waistband in a pale, soft roll. He didn't trigger the cycle that morning; he wanted to be in a state of lingering, half-sated fullness when Simon arrived, a physical testament to his lack of restraint.

The chime of the doorbell sounded like a starting pistol. Lucas took a slow, deliberate breath, feeling the way his stomach pressed against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, the fabric straining across a midsection that had transitioned from a temporary bloat to a permanent, plush weight. He didn't rush to the door; he didn't want to appear eager, only inevitable. As he opened it, he caught a glimpse of Simon, who was dressed in an athletic polo and those same devastatingly short shorts, though today they seemed to struggle even more against the sheer mass of his quads.

Simon’s professional greeting died in his throat. His eyes didn't go to Lucas's face; they dropped instantly, locking onto the soft, protruding curve of Lucas’s belly that pushed prominently past the waistband of his sweatpants. The doctor’s clipboard was held loosely, his knuckles white. He didn't say a word for several seconds, his gaze tracing the rounded silhouette of Lucas's new frame with an intensity that felt almost tactile.

"I... see you've had some difficulty following my recommendations," Simon finally managed, his voice lower and thicker than it had been during the first visit. He stepped into the entryway without being asked, the door clicking shut behind him. He didn't look at the living room or the kitchen; his focus remained anchored to the soft, pale expanse of Lucas’s midsection. The air in the small apartment suddenly felt heavy, charged with the same electric tension that had driven Lucas to his latest binge.

Lucas didn't apologize. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, consciously letting his stomach relax and spill further over the waistband of his sweats. He watched the way Simon’s pupils dilated, the doctor's gaze traveling from the curve of his belly up to his flushed face and back down again. The clinical pretense was gone. Simon wasn't looking at a patient; he was looking at a masterpiece of indulgence, a physical manifestation of a craving that both men now shared in different ways.

Simon didn't bother with the clipboard. It clattered to the hardwood floor, forgotten, as he stepped into Lucas's personal space. The clinical distance he had maintained for weeks collapsed in a single, heavy stride. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and pressed his palm firmly against the soft, yielding curve of Lucas’s stomach. He didn't just touch him; he sank into him, his fingers digging into the plush weight that Lucas had cultivated with such singular focus. A low, guttural sound escaped Simon’s throat—a noise that was far more predatory than professional.

"You didn't listen to a word I said," Simon whispered, his voice sounding strained, almost desperate. He didn't wait for an answer. He lunged forward, his mouth crashing against Lucas's in a kiss that tasted of raw, unbridled hunger. There was no tenderness in the movement, only an urgent need to possess. Simon’s hands migrated from the belly to the waistband of the sweatpants, yanking them down with a sudden, forceful motion that left Lucas exposed and shivering. The contrast was stark: Simon’s hard, sculpted muscle pressing against Lucas’s new, soft abundance.

They didn't make it to the bedroom. The momentum carried them back against the hallway wall, the same spot where Lucas had first broken his abstinence. Simon lifted him, his powerful thighs straining as he hoisted Lucas up, the soft weight of Lucas’s midsection bunching and folding against Simon’s toned torso. Lucas let out a sharp, needy moan, his legs locking around Simon's waist, feeling the sheer power of the man's grip. The friction of skin against skin, the heat of their combined breathing, and the crushing pressure of their bodies created a sensory overload that eclipsed everything else.

The act was frantic and desperate, a collision of two different kinds of appetite. Every thrust was punctuated by the rhythmic, soft slap of Lucas’s stomach against Simon’s chest, a sound that seemed to drive the doctor into a frenzy. Simon was obsessed with the weight of him, his hands constantly kneading, squeezing, and gripping the pale flesh of Lucas’s hips and belly, as if he were trying to mold the softness with his own strength. Lucas clung to him, his fingers digging into the thick muscles of Simon's shoulders, his head lolling back against the wallpaper as he succumbed to the overwhelming physical presence of the man.

The release was a violent, shuddering event that left both men breathless and trembling against the wall. For a moment, they stayed locked together, the only sound the frantic thrumming of their hearts and the heavy, synchronised rasp of their breathing. Simon’s face was buried in the crook of Lucas’s neck, his grip still bruisingly tight around the soft swell of Lucas’s waist. As the peak faded, the familiar, predatory vacuum suddenly opened in Lucas’s gut. It hit him like a physical blow, a sudden, agonizing hollow that made his vision swim and his stomach cramp with an intensity that far surpassed any of his solitary binges.

He let out a low, guttural moan of distress, his body instinctively arching. The hunger was no longer just a craving; it was a screaming demand for mass, a void that threatened to swallow him whole if he didn't fill it immediately. He could feel the void pulsing in time with his heartbeat, a raw, animalistic need that made his mouth water and his head light. He looked at Simon, his eyes clouded with a haze of desperation, his expression one of pure, unadulterated starvation.

"Help me," Lucas gasped, the words barely escaping his throat as he slid down Simon’s body, his legs giving out under the sudden, crushing weight of his appetite. He landed on the hardwood with a heavy thud, his stomach protruding, a pale and hungry dome that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. He didn't want to walk to the kitchen; the mere idea of the distance felt like an impossible journey. He looked up at Simon, his eyes wide and dilated, pleading. "Simon, please. I can't... I need to eat. Now."

Simon didn't move to help him up. Instead, he hovered over him, his gaze fixed on the way Lucas's belly trembled with the force of the hunger cramps. A slow, dark smile spread across the doctor's face. He didn't reach for a hand to pull Lucas up; he reached for the nearest available source of sustenance—a bowl of oversized, cream-filled donuts that had been sitting on the hallway console table, a remnant of Lucas's morning preparations.

"You're absolutely starving," Simon whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of clinical fascination and raw desire. He picked up a donut, the glaze glistening under the hallway light, and held it just inches from Lucas’s lips. "Open up."

Lucas didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his mouth snapping shut on the pastry with a desperate, animalistic intensity. He didn't even chew properly, swallowing the heavy mass of dough and cream in two jagged gulps. The sensation of the food hitting his stomach sent a jolt of electricity through him, but it only served to widen the void. He let out a whimpering sound, his hands clutching at Simon’s muscular thighs, pulling the doctor closer, begging for more.

Simon didn't stop at one. He fed Lucas the donuts in a rhythmic, relentless cadence, watching with a predatory intensity as Lucas’s throat worked in heavy, desperate swallows. The doctor’s other hand remained firmly planted on Lucas’s stomach, feeling the internal turmoil of the digestive system trying to keep pace with the onslaught. He could feel the belly tightening and stretching in real-time, the soft flesh straining to accommodate the sudden influx of sugar and dough. The sheer gluttony of the moment was a drug to Simon; he wasn't just feeding a patient, he was fueling a transformation.

"That's it," Simon murmured, his voice vibrating with a dark satisfaction. "Fill it up. Give me everything you've got."

The donuts were barely a prelude. Once the bowl was empty, the void in Lucas’s gut didn't just remain; it expanded, screaming for something denser, saltier, and more substantial. He was a passenger in his own body, his mind completely eclipsed by the primal demand for mass. He scrambled to his feet, his movements clumsy and heavy, and practically dragged Simon toward the kitchen. The doctor followed with a slow, deliberate stride, his eyes never leaving the way Lucas’s stomach swayed and bounced with every desperate step.

The kitchen had become a shrine to excess. Lucas didn't look for a plate; he went straight for the heavy cream and a giant pot of leftover pasta he had prepared that morning. He tipped the pot over, the creamy noodles sliding into his mouth in massive, steaming clumps. He was eating with a frantic, rhythmic desperation, his breathing coming in ragged gasps between mouthfuls. The sensation was overwhelming; the pasta felt like it was filling a cavernous hole, but the more he shoved inside, the more the hole seemed to grow.

Simon didn't intervene to slow him down; instead, he became the curator of the carnage. He moved through the kitchen with a focused, athletic grace, opening cabinets and pulling out everything that could be consumed in a hurry. He popped open jars of mayonnaise and dumped them into the pasta, stirring them in with a fork before shoving the reinforced mass back toward Lucas’s waiting mouth. He brought over a platter of thick-cut ham and slices of brie, watching with a dilated gaze as Lucas tore through them, the food disappearing into a void that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

The physical change was happening in real-time. Lucas’s stomach, already plush and soft, was expanding into a hard, taut sphere that pushed aggressively against the air. He felt the skin of his abdomen stretching, a tight, tingling heat that signaled he was reaching a critical volume. Every time he swallowed another mouthful of creamy pasta or a slab of cheese, he felt the internal pressure mount, his belly growing more prominent, more rounded, until it was a heavy, protruding weight that forced him to lean back just to balance himself.

The pressure became a physical presence in the room, a heavy, pulsing density that made Lucas’s breath come in short, shallow hitches. He was no longer just eating; he was inflating, his midsection ballooning outward with every calorie-dense swallow. He reached for a gallon of whole milk, chugging it with a desperation that bordered on violent, the cold liquid sliding down his throat to fill the gaps between the dense pasta and heavy creams. As he finished the jug, a loud, guttural groan echoed from his gut, a sound of sheer biological strain that vibrated through his entire frame.

Simon was mesmerized. He stepped closer, his hand returning to Lucas's belly, not to comfort him, but to feel the tension. He pressed his palm against the apex of the curve, and his breath hitched when he realized the skin was as tight as a drum. The softness had been replaced by a hard, stretched tautness. "You're actually doing it," Simon whispered, his voice trembling with a dark, clinical ecstasy. "You're pushing the limit."

Lucas let out a strangled sound, a mixture of a moan and a gasp, as the last of the milk settled. He was beyond the point of satiety; he had crossed into a territory of sheer, physical overload. He tried to take a step toward the counter for more, but his center of gravity had shifted so drastically that he stumbled, his legs feeling heavy and uncoordinated. He collapsed backward against the kitchen island, his legs splaying out, leaving him propped up by the granite edge. His stomach didn't just protrude now; it dominated his entire silhouette, a massive, trembling mound of flesh that rested heavily on his thighs.

The void had finally closed, but it left behind a crushing weight. Lucas lay there, chest heaving, his breath coming in shallow pants because there was simply no room for his lungs to expand fully. He felt a strange, humming vibration in his gut, a biological aftershock from the sheer volume of food he had processed in a matter of minutes. He looked up at Simon, his eyes glazed with a food-induced stupor, his face flushed a deep, warm red.

Simon didn't speak for a long time. He simply stood over Lucas, his chest heaving in sync with the other man's labored breathing. The doctor's eyes were locked on the immense, trembling sphere of Lucas's abdomen, watching the way the skin shimmered under the kitchen lights, stretched to a translucent, precarious tightness. Slowly, Simon knelt on the hardwood floor, his muscular thighs framing Lucas’s sprawled legs. He reached out with both hands, not tentatively this time, but with a possessive, heavy grip, kneading the sides of the protruding mound as if testing the structural integrity of the feast.

"This is... unprecedented," Simon murmured, his voice a low rumble that Lucas could feel vibrating in the air. "The rate of absorption, the sheer volume... your body isn't just taking it; it's claiming it. It's welcoming it." He leaned in, pressing his ear against the taut curve of Lucas's belly. He listened to the violent, churning symphony of digestion, the loud, wet gurgles and pops of a stomach struggling to process a mountain of cream and gluten. Simon closed his eyes, a look of pure, visceral satisfaction crossing his face. He wasn't just observing a medical anomaly anymore; he was worshiping a transformation he had helped orchestrate.

The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the rhythmic, heavy churning of Lucas’s gut. He felt like a fallen monument to gluttony, pinned to the floor by the sheer mass of his own indulgence. Every time he exhaled, his stomach seemed to settle deeper into his lap, a heavy, warm weight that made him feel sluggish and blissfully incapacitated. The euphoria of the binge was fading into a profound, aching lethargy, leaving him in a state of sensory suspension.

Simon remained knelt beside him, his hands never leaving the expanse of Lucas's belly. He began to massage the sides of the mound, his powerful fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh. The pressure was a relief, a counter-force to the internal tension that felt like it might burst through his skin. Lucas let out a long, shaky sigh, his head lolling back against the kitchen cabinets. He was completely at the doctor's mercy, his body too heavy and overstuffed to even attempt to sit up.

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