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Hotel de la Gorda

Michael Robinson is on a family holiday at Hotel de la Gorda. There he falls in love with a sweet Chubby Swedish boy called Tobias.

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Fat Tyler is back from college and has gotten himself in a bit of a fix. Will his greedy nature help him to find a solution?

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Irish teen, Patrick, has been in a motorcycle accident causing him to lose his short term memory - with unexpected consequences.

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Twin Cheeks

Dyson dreams of being fat but he can never bring himself to overeat. It seems like his dream will remain a fantasy until his mysterious cousin comes to visit.

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Inside the Mano-sphere

Manuel Diego Garcia Sanchez III, or Mano for short, was diminutive in stature, but augmentative in width. To be blunt, his waist was a colossus. His belly was like a planet; a huge sphere large enough to attract others into its orbit. On the gaining scene he was a giant. A pressurized human balloon; pumped full of fat and lard. His circumference expanded on an almost daily basis. By his late teens he was rounder than he was tall. By his twenties he was struggling to get into a car. With twenty thousand online followers, Mano was the sphere at the center of the gaining scene. He sucked down food like a black hole - ensuring that his outer rim kept expanding. His brothers said that he was so fat that if he stood in the middle of the road the passing cars would treat him as a traffic circle. Mano liked that. He liked all comments about his weight. Teasing and taunting turned him on; it increased his hunger, which in turn increased his waistline.

Mano was therefore shocked when the algorithm started to get it wrong. His feeds had been full of fat men for years, but now he was seeing more and more muscle gainers. At first this didn’t bother him, each to their own, but after a while, as the number of pictures and videos of gym hunks and muscle bro’s increased, his irritation turned to annoyance. Every time he clicked ‘not interested in this post’ even more similar posts would appear. His annoyance turned to anger when he realized just how many of these videos were espousing misogynistic and homophobic bullshit. As a member of the Latino community this type of masculinity was something that he knew about - and had fought to get away from.

Having recently moved into his own apartment in Torrance, and working from home, Mano was free to spend his days eating in front of his laptop. This he did for fun and cash. As a popular online gainer he had a big influence on the community, and was always ready to offer help and advice to other wannabe gainers. His average follower was a few years younger than him. They looked up to him as the big man. He even gained the nickname ‘The Roll Model’, which was a double pun as it referred to both his fat rolls, and the idea that he could be rolled down the road like a ball. When he looked at his own feed of muscular duck faced poseurs, telling him to beat himself in the face with a hammer, he naturally worried that his followers might also be exposed to the same toxic influencers. He hated that they were peddling their own vain image of the perfect man. People should love themselves for who they are. That’s the positive message that he wanted to send.

One streamer in particular drove him insane. He was a British guy called H8KYJ, or Daniel Smith, to his parents. H8KYJ was a particularly nasty fat-phobic and homophobic piece of shit who went on about “fucking mouth breathers” and “cocksuckers” and “LGBTlibtards.” He was the sort of guy who thought that freedom of speech meant teaching eight year olds to say the N-word in order to sell them overpriced sodas. When Mano saw that the hateful limey prick had made enough money, debasing humanity, to afford a pad in Beverly Hills, and that he was now live streaming from his mansion about all the dumb rich yankee pussy he was getting, Mano flipped.

Mano had been aware of vore for a long time. As a fat and belly gainer, he had never been that into it himself, though he had occasionally been turned on by some pictures. It was just one of those related fetishes that crossed his feed on occasion. The idea of actually eating someone had never turned him on before.

Mano watched video after video of H8KYJ, while his humongous stomach rumbled. It didn’t matter how much he ate, his hunger never went away. He commented, again and again and again, until finally he got the hate mongers attention.

Too business savvy to miss the chance to get into an online beef with a disgustingly obese immigrant homo, H8KYJ jumped at the opportunity to do a joint stream. He fully believed that he was going to eat the fat faggot alive.

H8KYJ sent a limo to pick Mano up, as he was too fat to get in an ordinary car. The cameras were already on Mano as he rolled out of the double doors. “Is that a human, or one of those fatbergs that blocks the sewers?” H8KYJ asked his fans. Mano paid him no heed. “I heard that these fat Mexican rats were eating the soul out of this country’s economy, but you look like you’ve helped yourself to all of Kansas!” Mano bit his tongue. He knew that the whole sentence had made no sense, and was hence impossible to argue with. He also knew that he would soon have his comeuppance. His stomach rumbled, very audibly. “Wow, that’s my first ever LA Earthquake!” H8KYJ shouted. “Who do you guys think has the biggest crack? This fat fucker or San Andreas?” “I’m going to eat you.” Mano spoke very calmly. H8KYJ was too stupid to be unnerved.

The next part is hard to describe. You can’t watch it anymore either. The non-age restricted video got over three million views before YouTube removed it for content policy violation. You may still be able to find samples of it on Daily Motion. Mano was thrilled. He was certain that by devouring a man, on an unedited live stream, he had made a small dent in the manosphere, and helped to keep young people safe online.

Mano’s belly bulged out further and wider than it ever had before. He rubbed at the thick thick layers of fat, and faintly felt the bastard kicking. It was a pleasurable experience. His stomach walls were too thick, and too loaded with abdominal adipose tissue, for it to hurt. His belly had never felt so strained. On a normal day, he could pack in twenty thousand calories, but this was something else. He burped aggressively. He needed more.

Daniel Smith’s oldest friend, and camera operator, screamed in terror, as Mano looked at him with a twinkle in his eye.

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Big Fat Profits

“We have pushed the belt out in the past twelve months with significantly improved levels of productivity, helping us to deliver major milestones ahead of schedule.”

“What does he mean by that?” Dave asked.

“Sshh!” Janet said. She wanted to hear the rest of the VP’s speech.

“The introduction of hydrogenated beef tallow and lard as a healthy substitute for vegetable oil, alongside the decision to increase patty density from 120 to 180 grams, has increased goal attainment levels for both us as a business and for our customer base. Combined with our five for three offers, and other up-selling promotions, we have achieved an average calorie surplus of 1426 compared with last year's fourth quarter. This has, of course, led to a larger and more satisfied customer base, with surveys showing that the removal of all single patty products from our range was particularly popular among 270 to 350 lb males. Our most valuable demographic.

Refillable milkshakes continue to be our best seller, with the 60 oz cup proving once more that size does matter when it comes to increasing waists and sales. The addition of sugar dispensers on all tables proved to be a popular and cost effective method of increasing calorific intake and addiction ratios. Going forwards into the next four quarters we aim to expand into new markets, targeting both heavier males with pockets and stomachs large enough to reap the benefits from our luxury range, and younger slimmer males who are key to continued expansion. They are as of yet an untapped resource waiting to be filled with our product range.

Our current average customer is a twenty two year old, 296 lb, recent college graduate from Flint, Michigan. He is five feet and ten inches tall and has a waist size of 52 inches. He wears 3-4XL clothing, dependent on the brand, and eats an average of ten meals a week in one of our restaurants. Please welcome to the stage, Stefan McBulfie!”

“Oh wow! Look at him!” Dave said.

“I know, he’s amazing, isn’t he? Such a perfect specimen of the larger male. I’m so glad I work for such a forward thinking company, that helps young men to achieve such fantastic form,” Janet said.

“Hi Stefan, It really is great to have you here. Can you please tell us what it is that most appeals to you about Surplus Food Supplies and Restaurants Conglomerated?”

“Well, Mr Vice President, I’d like to tell you that it’s the taste, which is of course terrific, however, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that it’s the hyper calorific density and super high fat content that gives me such a boner for Surplus food!”

“Ha, ha, that’s great to hear Stefan. We have been working very hard to make all of our products as unhealthy as possible for a very long time now.”

“I know! That’s exactly why I’ve been eating so much of them. There really is nothing better for stretching and stuffing my belly with. It’s thanks to you that I’ve gained over 90 lbs in the last year alone.”

“That’s amazing! And exactly the sort of customer milestone that I’ve been talking about! Tell me Stefan, which is your favorite Surplus product?”

“Hmm, that’s a hard one, as they are all so nice and fattening! However, if forced to choose, I would say the quadruple pounder mega cheese and chili burgers with onion rings, fries, garlic bread, and thirty nugget meals, with the refillable 60 oz milkshake. At 4800 calories per serving, they’re an absolute bargain when purchased on the buy three get five offer. They really make me feel like a fat sexy bastard!”

“Woah there. Stefan! Watch your language! This is a family friendly company!”

“Ha, ha, sorry, Mr. Vice President. I guess I just get carried away when I think about just how fat Surplus foods are making me. I really couldn’t be more grateful to you and your amazing company! Without you my belly would still be a flat nothing. Instead it’s a monstrously round and heavy lard balloon that I carry with such pride!”

“I can see that, Stefan. You really are one of the best looking fat boys that I’ve ever seen. Tell me, do you think that eating five highly fat dense meals in one sitting is enough?”

“Not to be critical of your wonderful company and restaurants, but, hell no! That’s like under 25,000 calories. My belly can take, and wants, way more!”

“I clearly agree with you, but I’m going to play devil’s advocate for a moment. Some people say that it’s irresponsible for a food company to encourage young people to eat more than ten times their recommended daily calorie intake in one sitting, and that we should be doing more to encourage healthy eating, like it’s somehow our responsibility what individuals choose to eat. What would you say to that?”

“Forgive me, Mr VP, but I thought that this was America! And in America everyone is free to choose to eat whatever they want!”

“And what do you want, Stefan?”

“I want Surplus Food Supplies and Restaurants Conglomerated to double the size of its refillable milkshake cups to 120 oz, and I want you to introduce a new pay for four meals get seven deal across the board! I want to grow my belly as big and round and fat as possible and I don’t want anybody to tell me that I can’t!”

“Your wish is my command! I am pleased to announce here at conference that from tomorrow, all Surplus restaurants will be doubling not only the size of the refillable milkshake cups, but also the sizes of all side dishes! In addition, the new buy four get seven offer will be available on all of our meals and burgers with an extra twenty percent discount if all seven meals are eaten by a single person!”

“Oh wow! Mr VP, you’re so generous! My belly thanks you on behalf of all fat boys across the nation!

“You’re too kind, Stefan, too kind. Now, shall we go and get ourselves something to eat while the next speaker comes out?”

“Absolutely, Sir! All this talk of food has made me hungry enough to eat a horse!”

“Horse burgers? Now, maybe that’s an idea for next year’s conference! Ha, ha, ha!”

“Ha, ha, ha!”

“Look how he holds his belly when it wobbles!” Dave said.

“I so wanna lick all of that young man fat!” Janet said.

“The VP is so lucky,” Dave said.

“What?” Janet said.

Dave fell quiet. He had said too much.

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At the current rate of exchange one US dollar is currently worth 0.17 kilograms (or 0.38 pounds) of high quality Danish bacon. The price does fluctuate, however, based on these figures Jakob worked out that he was worth at least $800. Not bad for a twenty year old, he thought. But he knew that his value was increasing. He wasn’t prepared to sell himself, just yet.

Jakob was five feet and nine inches tall (or 175 cm). He had blonde hair, light green eyes, and cheeks that made him look like he was always trying to swallow potatoes. Heavy set is a term that would never do him justice. He was wide and round and his stomach told you how pleased he was that baggy jeans were back in fashion. At 139 kg (307 lbs) he had slightly underestimated his current market valuation.

He lived in Fåborg, a 780 year old market town on the island of Funen. Wikipedia says that it is famous for hiking, art, music, and its bell tower. In reality it’s famous for nothing. It’s an old fishing and pork town with a small harbor and a pig market. The perfect place to fish anonymously for fatties.

Jakob knew that some rich American, or Brit, would willingly pay more than the going rate for a handsome young hog like him. Everybody loved bacon, and Danish bacon was sought after all over the world. So long as he kept fattening up then Jakob knew that he’d make some rich foreigner very happy.

It hadn’t always been this way. There was a time when fat Danish boys didn’t need to sell their own bacon; a time when they could happily sit at home pigging out, and porking up, for their own pleasure. But since the economy had turned, selling your fat ass off to some rich man or woman overseas had become the best option for many young porkers. And to make the best profit, to fetch the best price, it was important to be as fat as possible. For Jakob, this was easy.

Because, for Jakob, pork was a meal and a way of life. He loved his sausages and his chops. And his house was abundant with plenty. He filled his heart, and his soul, every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And often in between. What’s good for the heart is good for the stomach, and Jakob’s stomach was good. It boomed and bashed its way through every meal, and oinked and grunted with glee, as it swole and strained under the weight of its owner’s expectations. He sized up his baggy jeans every couple of months, in preparation for continued growth, and he was never disappointed.

Jakob listed himself on the Patreon pig market in order to show off his increasing value. Interest in him was high. Farmers from near and far were in need of fresh bacon. They appreciated his soft meaty thighs and thick lush rump, but it was his abundant pork belly that they lusted after most. Jakob filled himself with swill and gristle, busting his gut in order to bust his gut for the delight of others. He often chowed down over six thousand calories a day, three times the recommended consumption for a piglet.

But Jakob was no ordinary piglet. He was a fine young hog. A fine prize for the right bidder. He oiled up his hair, put on his finest baggy jeans and hoodie, and filled his belly with mountains of bacon, in order to look his best for the auction. With his potato shaped cheeks flushed with fresh fat, his neck thick and chunky, and his shoulders soft and wide, his profile picture teased the bidders into selecting to admire him further. What belly was he teasing down below? Interested parties paid for access to admire their pig, and they were not disappointed. Topless, Jakob looked like three balls of dough; two baskets and a beach ball of the highest caliber. He was so fat and round and soft that several potential bidders questioned if he was real. No pig was this perfect. That’s what they said. But Shawn knew better. He knew the true value and quality of the perfect cut of Danish bacon.

Jakob fetched fourteen hundred dollars. That was four dollars per pound. He was so proud. His bacon was the most valuable that he’d ever known. He celebrated by mixing his ham and his milk.

He was purchased by Shawn. A forty two year old man from Indiana. Who had him shipped and transported and fed on the highest quality grain, in order to ensure that his prize purchase reached him in the best possible shape.

Shawn told Jakob how wonderfully fat and beautiful he was. Before he fucked him and ate him like he was nothing more than a fat succulent pig.

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Full Fat Farm

Killian was raised on full fat milk. He was a full fat boy, with a full fat belly. A proud Wisconsinite, of Nordic origin, he had blue eyes and blonde hair. Killian loved his heritage and he loved his family, but he loved his belly the most. He showed it off by wearing just a wife-beater vest and plain blue jeans. His belly was taught and tight and round. It bulged out from underneath his rib cage in a circular motion, and even rose slightly at the top, before curving round and down and in again until it met his crotch. Its magnificence belittled the rest of his body which, while not thin by any means, was toned and stronger in appearance due to the physical nature of working the cows.

His family were farmers, dairy farmers to be precise. His pappa had inherited Full Fat Farm from his pappa, who had inherited it from his pappa before him. Some day Killian would inherit the farm, but before that could happen there were things to be done.

Killian started every day with half a gallon of milk. He didn’t have time for breakfast as the cows needed milking at five a.m. The milk was thick and fresh and creamy; as natural as it comes. It would bloat and swell his empty morning belly, coating his stomach in a thick lining, preparing it for the day ahead.

He worked mostly with his curly haired cousin, Julian. They were the same age. Julian had lived on the farm for the past twelve years, ever since his parents were killed in a tragic cattle shed accident. The pair of them were as thick as cheese. Which incidentally, is what Killian would mostly have for lunch.

Lunchtime on the farm came early at about eleven o’clock. At that time, every day, the boys would retreat to the farmhouse kitchen. There Killian would cut himself several thick slices of white farmhouse bread, spread them thick with full fat butter, and slice an entire block of sharp aged Colby cheddar. He would then pile the cheddar slices onto the bread and lather them in full fat mayonnaise. With his sandwiches complete he would pile them onto a plate and fetch himself two pints of full fat milk from the fridge before sitting himself down at the farmhouse kitchen table next to his cousin.

Julian would watch in awe as Killian munched his way through the artery clogging and visceral fat inducing lunch. He thought his cousin to be a behemoth of dairy consumption. Killian’s belly would expand visibly under the pressure of the high carb, high fat, feast. He filled his milk lined stomach daily with this calorific treat, which served only to stretch out his vest and tighten his jeans. Suitably bloated, he was ready to return to work.

Afternoons on the farm were much less labor intensive. They mostly consisted of clearing out the sheds and sweeping. A lot of the time, the friendly cousins were free to lie around in the summer sun tanning their youthful bodies. Killian always removed his vest to do this so as to avoid the otherwise inevitable tan lines. The removal of his vest freed his heavy stomach allowing it to expand and sink an extra inch from its previously contained size.

At around five p.m. the bloated tanned belly would wobble back into the farmhouse kitchen where a huge pot of Mac n Cheese was inevitably waiting for it. The boys rarely saw Killian’s parents, as they were always busy working on the farm, but they still found time to look after their son.

Killian would lick his lips as Julian would serve heaped spoonful after heaped spoonful onto his overloaded plate. The homemade cheese sauce was rich and thick and creamy. It slid the heavy pasta down Killian’s throat with ease. Every mouthful adding more and more highly saturated fat into Killian’s ballooning lower abdomen. At this point the belching would begin as Killian washed the cheesy pasta down with yet more full fat milk. His lactose tolerant stomach pushed to capacity, he needed to let it out somewhere, as the build up of subcutaneous fat shrunk his vest even further.

It was normally at this point that it became a good thing that his parents weren’t present. Cousin love may or may not be common on farms, however, it does tend to be looked down upon. Not that Julian or Killian cared. They saw no harm in what they were doing.

With the Mac n Cheese pot empty, Julian would wipe the natural wastage from Killian’s lips with his tongue. He would then insert it, and they would kiss, as his hands began to work their magic on easing Killian’s gastronomic discomfort. He would gently rub the taught red marked skin on the underside of Killian’s food balloon in an effort to aid the dairy through his intestines. Full fat bellies full of full fat dinners require assistance if they are to have room for full fat desserts. Julian so wanted Killian to have room for dessert.

Full fat ice cream with full fat sprinkles was the order of the day. Piped through the Full Fat milking equipment. A milking unit consists of four teat cups connected through a central claw. Julian connected each cup to a funnel which itself was connected to a full fat ice cream tub. These he fed through the claw and then fed to Killian.

Killian’s throat bulged with every mouthful, as he milked the ice cream for everything it was worth, while Julian milked him. The level of suction that Killian could exert on the cups was expert, honed through months of morning practice on the cows. His swollen belly would ache and strain and stretch itself further forwards and out, as Julian would paw at it, while expertly teasing the cream out of his cousin. Julian was a milking machine. He was far more powerful than anything that they had in the cowshed.

Finally, the full fat dam would burst and both cousins would spit full fat milk at each other and groan in full fat ecstasy. Only Killian would be larger than the day before.

The next morning he would be up before five a.m. filling his empty belly with half a gallon of the freshest full fat milk. He never had time for breakfast.

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Please Sir, I Don't Want Any More

Oliver felt the wagyu beef and lobster burger repeat on him. It was his fourth one and the rich flavours were playing hell with his indigestion. He looked down at the bluefin tuna steak with beluga caviar and Alaskan king crab side, on the plate in front of him, and began to feel nauseous. “Please Sir,” he said, “I don’t want any more.” The disdain in Professor English’s eyes gnawed at him. “Now Oliver, It costs a lot of money to come here. You are a very privileged boy to be given this opportunity. Please remind me why you are here.” Oliver stroked a hand over his bloated stomach. It felt hard and gassy. “I’m here for help with my eating disorder.” Professor English smiled and placed a hand on Oliver’s softly padded shoulder. He gestured with his other hand for Oliver to continue. “The home I came from was concerned about me. You are the world’s leading expert on appetite suppression syndrome so they...” The professor ruffled Oliver’s tussled blonde hair causing him to pause. He wasn’t used to the intimacy levels that seemed commonplace at Eton. He had only been at the school for just over four months, having started two days before his eighteenth birthday. “That’s very kind of you to say, Oliver. Now, do please continue.” The professor picked up the silver fork from the table and handed it to Oliver who gripped it subconsciously. “So, it was decided that it was in my best interests to come here and receive your help. For which I am very grateful.” Professor English looked over the rims of his glasses at Oliver. “I meant continue eating, boy.” Oliver picked up his knife, dug it into the tuna, and cut a corner piece off. He held it on the end of his fork for a moment whilst he looked up at the professor, whose thin rimmed glasses looked tiny by comparison to his puffed up face. Professor English was about mid-forties, balding, and as wide as he was tall. He had the air of a man who knew what he was talking about. Oliver placed the tuna slice in his mouth, closed his lips, and slid the fork back out, using the back of his teeth to prevent the fish from escaping. He chewed and swallowed. It was delicious. The heartburn that came with it was the problem. Oliver clutched his soft chest and grimaced. “Please Sir,” he repeated, “I can’t take anymore.” Professor English was furious. “For God’s sake boy! How many times are we going to have to go through this?” He waved at two other upper sixth students, beckoning them over. Oliver knew them both. They were Ginger Smith and Toby Twotoes, and they were both as fat as Christmas stockings. Ginger was a red head with freckles, and a belly that bulged and bounded like a sack of exploding potatoes underneath his crisply ironed shirt. Toby had a side parting, brown eyes, and a balloon shaped belly that hung off his bell shaped torso causing his shirt to billow out in front of him as if it was being blown on a washing line by a strong wind. “Have you both finished your dinners boys?” “Of course, Sir!” “Good, then you can help me to help Oliver to finish his.” “With pleasure, Sir!”

Oliver fought with his classmates, desperately trying to free his arms, as they grappled with him, and tied them behind his back. “Please Sir!” he begged, “I don’t want anymore!” Professor English slapped him around the face, leaving a red palm mark on his chubby cheek. “Ridiculous! Do you even want to be fat, boy?!” Oliver sniffled, “Of course I do! I just, I just, I want to know what it feels like to sometimes just eat, like, a ham sandwich with a small side salad. Just every so often, you know, I’d like to experience not eating so much that I feel sick.” Ginger and Toby looked at him like he was insane. “He’s gone mad, Sir!” Toby exclaimed. “Completely cuckoo!” Ginger added, whilst twirling his index finger around in the air next to his right ear. “Agreed. I want you both to remind him how good it feels to stuff oneself while I feed him.” Ginger and Toby didn’t need asking twice. They were both very keen students. Toby squeezed himself awkwardly under the table and began to undo Oliver’s belt while Oliver squirmed in his chair. His fat hands brushed against the underside of Oliver’s straining belly as he undid the buckle, followed by Oliver’s flies. Oliver’s tight, stiffly pressed trousers burst open allowing his belly to flop forwards. The release felt good, but he still didn’t want to eat anymore. Ginger moved behind him, licked his fingers, and slid his fat right hand down the back of Oliver’s boxers. Professor English picked up the fork and knife and began carving up the bluefin tuna steak as if he was preparing to feed a baby. He took the first piece and placed it seductively on the edge of Oliver’s lips. Oliver moved his head backwards away from the pain inducing gourmet fish, provoking Professor English to grab his cheeks and forcefully pull open his jaw. The professor placed the fork in Oliver’s mouth and forced his lips closed. He then moved his thumb and fingers, grappling with Oliver’s soft flesh, inducing a chewing motion. “Swallow it. Swallow it!” With no other choice Oliver did as commanded. At the same time, Ginger was softly moving his fingers backwards and forwards through Oliver’s deep soft crack, slowly getting closer and closer to his anus. “You like that don’t you, bum boy?” Ginger whispered into his ear. Oliver’s arse cheeks quivered. He did like it and there was no point denying it. Ginger dug his hand deep under Oliver’s fat arse and forced two fingers inside just as Oliver was swallowing the third slice of Tuna. “Good boy,” Professor English said. Oliver was now starting to relax as the pressure of Ginger’s thick fingers began to send blood flowing to his cock. Toby pushed his bloated face deep between Oliver’s fat thighs and tasted the tip of Oliver’s manhood with his lips. It was damp and salty. He spoke gently to it; “Keep eating fat boy, keep eating and grow huge and round. Fill your belly with the luxuries of the world. Fill it till it swells and bulges into your lap. Then I will drink all of your cum.” Toby licked the shaft of Oliver’s dick, through his boxer shorts, before pulling them down with his teeth and taking him in his mouth. As the boys were doing their jobs the Professor continued to do his. He forked piece after piece of the delicious tuna steak into Oliver’s mouth, as Oliver slowly became more and more willing. Once the steak was gone, he started on the crab, cracking the red flesh out of its shell and into Oliver’s gob. Oliver chewed and swallowed every bit as his anus twitched and his dick throbbed. The professor kissed him on the lips causing Oliver to sigh. Oliver felt his stomach straining beyond its capacity and softly whispered the words, from his quivering lips, that he knew the professor was dying to hear; “Please Sir, I want some more.” Professor English smiled broadly and ordered a matron to fetch dessert.

Eton mess is made out of meringue, strawberries, ice cream, and cream. It was invented at the school in 1893 when some fat fuck knocked a pavlova over at a cricket match. It was Oliver’s favourite. The sticky sugar laced dessert arrived in a five litre crystal bowl. The professor helped the huge silver spoon into Oliver’s mouth, again, and again, and again. Oliver felt his belly bulge and swell. Toby felt it expanding against his face as he teased and taunted Oliver’s cock with his tongue. Ginger felt the weight bearing down on his index and middle fingers increase as he pawed at Oliver’s prostate. All three feeders were visibly hard and dripping with pre-cum. Not one of them felt any shame in taking out their manhood and publicly pleasuring it as they aided Oliver in his task. Finally, the bowl was empty. Oliver was fit to burst. His belly, layered with fat, and stuffed to the point of explosion, ballooned forward, as he thrust his crotch deep and tighter into Toby’s face, and filled his mouth with boy cum. “Aaaaahhhh!” Oliver screamed with pleasure. Toby swallowed, and the three feeders finished themselves off, simultaneously, into Oliver’s greedy gaping mouth. The professor came the hardest. Oliver swallowed all of it. The professor kissed him, once more, on the lips, as his classmates pawed and licked at his belly. He was such a fat Eton mess.”Please Sir, Can I have some more?” he said to the professor. “Now Oliver, don’t be such a prick tease.”

Later that evening, as the boys were getting ready for bed in their dorm, Toby asked Oliver; “Don’t you think that the Professor’s going to catch on soon? He’s a smart guy. You can’t fool him forever with this ‘I’m not hungry’ routine.” Oliver laughed and rubbed his huge, round, swollen, belly. “Probably not,” he said, “But, we should keep it going as long as it lasts, right?” Ginger and Toby both agreed. Tricking the professor into joining in their fun was too funny.

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Eat Everything Everywhere All At Once

Peter stopped and stared at the poster. It was for a new film from Surplus Entertainment Inc. He scratched at the underside of his stomach and took in the image of the fat Asian guy who was striking a kung fu pose. The guy had typical flat black Asian hair and was holding his palms up above his burgeoning belly surrounded by a swirl of burgers, noodles, chopsticks, and fries. It kind of looked like the guy was trying to fight his way through a vortex of food, but the guy didn’t look frightened or threatening in any way. His face was round and soft, as were his eyes. Peter burped. Interesting, he thought.

A kid walked past him, munching on a pizza slice. “Hey, what do you make of this?” Peter asked him, poking a fat finger at the poster. “Sposed to be good,” the kid mumbled through his mouthful of pizza. “Not the film, the guy. What do you make of this guy?” The kid swallowed his mouthful and stepped closer to the poster. He squinted his eyes and pressed his piggy little nose up against the guy’s belly. “Dunno,” he said, “Sposed to be good.”

Peter wondered why he’d bothered asking the advice of a twelve year old. “Not the film,” he repeated, “the guy! Do you think he’s Chinese or Korean?” The kid looked up at Peter and furrowed his brow. “How should I know?” “I don’t like Korean food,” Peter told him, “too many vegetables.”

The kid twisted his lip and took a candy bar from his pocket. He twisted and pulled at the wrapper while he thought. “No one likes vegetables,” he said. Peter looked at him in a way that suggested that he had said something profound. They shared a moment and then stood in silence staring at the Asian guy, of unknown descent, in his vortex of pan-Ameriasian cuisine, while the kid took a bite of his candy bar.

The kid broke the silence; “Gotta go, gonna be late for dinner.” Peter turned his neck to look at him and said goodbye to the back of his head as he plodded off down the street. He then returned to looking at the poster. The Chinese-Korean guy had one eye closed. He appeared to be winking at him. Had it always been like that? Peter looked at the time on his phone. It was closing in on five o’clock. He was too old to have a Mom that forced him home on time for dinner. He placed his phone back in his pocket and took a few steps to the right so that he could see the list of show times. There was a showing starting in fifteen minutes.

Peter was pressing his thick thumb up against the touchscreen, in order to select the single adult button, when a pop-up appeared. It asked him if he wanted to upgrade to the ‘interactive’ version for an extra 3.99. Peter frowned. Not because of the attempt to up-sell him, but because he didn’t know what it was. He turned around and surveyed the foyer for a member of staff, but none were forthcoming. The only employee in view was a dumpy teenage boy with tits the size of watermelons, and he was serving the long queue at the concessions stand. Whatever, Peter thought, as he squished his thumb against the button.

He took his ticket and checked the time on his phone again. He still had five minutes, plus the twenty minutes of commercials that would inevitably run before the feature, so he joined the queue at the concession stand.

His belly began to rumble as he watched each guy in line in front of him order their snacks and walk away with an armful of popcorn and candy. He thought about the kid, who might be home already, filling his face with piles of creamy home made mash and pork chops. He missed having someone to cook for him. His memories increased his hunger. When he reached the counter, he took a second to read the badge pinned to the candy clerks bulging breasts; “Hi, My name is Roger.” The guy had black hair, not too dissimilar to the star of the films, and a beach ball belly to match his bosoms. “How can I help you?” Roger asked him. Peter ordered a super mega popcorn combo, three hot dogs, and an extreme cola. Roger handed him his order with an honest smile. Peter piled his items on top of one another and held them in a cupped arm up against his rumbling belly. He then plodded off to find screen two.

A boy called Thomas, with brown fuzzy hair, a belly the size of a planet, and a short goatee, asked him for his ticket. Peter handed it to him. Thomas tore it and handed him back his stub. “First on the left,” he said. Peter took one step in preparation for moving off when Thomas spoke again. “Oh wait, you have an interactive ticket! I have to give you this.” Thomas reached into a bag and pulled out two small nodes. They looked like the kind of little round alkaline batteries that you get in watches or other electronic devices. “What am I supposed to do with these?” Peter asked him. “One on the temple and one on the gut,” Thomas told him while pointing to the right places. Peter shrugged, almost causing the extreme cola, perched on top of his super mega popcorn combo, to topple. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and made his way into the theater.

He was one of only a handful of people there so was able to select a central seat about half way up, and still had no one sitting close to him. He loaded his snacks into the chair next to him and made himself comfortable. The commercials had already started. He munched on his first hot dog whilst a bunch of fat kids sang the Oscar Mayer wiener jingle at him from the screen. “I’m glad I’m not an Oscar Mayer wiener, cos then there’d soon be nothing left of me.” There was something familiar about the main boy who was leading the chorus. Peter swallowed his hot dog and burped. I thought you were at home having your dinner, he said to himself.

The commercials continued while he ate his other two hot dogs. One was for Nathan’s and the other for Dog Haus. He washed them down with a slug of cola and began to much on the super mega popcorn combo as the film began.

The opening scene was nothing special. The fat Asian guy of unknown nationality was sitting at a desk littered with receipts. He was doing his taxes or some other boring shit and munching on popcorn. He looked nothing like the kung fu fighter in the poster. Peter was disappointed. He had expected more action, and his popcorn tasted like nothing, it wasn’t even salted. This went on for a few minutes, before some other guy came in and they started arguing. Peter sighed. He wasn’t at all impressed by any of this. He wondered why he hadn’t just gone to Dog Haus for dinner instead. But then, he felt a slight buzzing in his pocket. He shifted his belly, and leaned to the left, in order to reach into his right pocket. It was the nodes. He had forgotten about them. They must have been set to vibrate as a reminder to customers like him who forgot to put them on. With no real expectations for anything he placed one against his right temple and the other on the top left of his stomach, just as the usher had told him to. He then reached down into his super mega popcorn combo and took a handful. Butterscotch.

Peter couldn’t believe it. Only a few moments earlier it had tasted like cardboard. Now, all of a sudden, it was the softest, nuttiest, and sweetest popcorn he had ever tasted. He foisted his hand back in and grabbed an even bigger handful and shoveled it into his mouth. He was so distracted by the delicious taste and delightful surprise that he didn’t notice that the guy on the screen was doing the same. He tipped the box up to his mouth and poured the entire contents into his gaping mouth. His belly roared in appreciation as the rich and buttery corn tumbled down his esophagus. He stared into the empty box, just as the film flipped to the next scene.

The guy was now in a launderette talking to a more than bulky cowboy. The cowboy offered him a chocolate bar. The chocolate bar was also nutty. The nuts were wrapped in caramel and coated in rich dark chocolate. Peter drooled as the tricolor of flavors coated his tongue. It was sickly, but he couldn’t get enough of it. He reached into the box and took bar after bar, ripping the wrappers open in un-pent frustration; he couldn’t get them down him quick enough. His stomach started to fill, yet the hunger tore through him like an earthquake. He slugged on his extreme cola and burped in unison with the guy of Chinese or Korean origin. Only then did he realize what was happening. This was awesome!

The next scene was in a tax office, but Peter didn’t care about the plot. All he wanted to know was what was coming next. A lady offered the Asian guy a toffee. The toasted sugar notes and creamy butter crunched in his mouth. It was more robust and filling than the popcorn. He took another, and another, as he tongue danced around his pallet, greedily licking every speck of the delicious candy off the back of his teeth. He burped again and felt his belly swell ever so slightly.

To his amazement, at this point, this pacing of the film completely changed. The Asian guy was in a closet talking to some other fat dude who looked like the previous guy but wasn’t the previous guy. Apparently, the whole thing was about people jumping through dimensions or something. It was nothing like the boring kitchen sink drama that it had pretended to be at the beginning. The guy who wasn’t the other guy was explaining to the fat Asian that he had the ability to eat everything everywhere all at once. Peter’s eyes widened as the repercussions of this began to settle in the neurons of his brain. His head and body washed with dopamine as he was suddenly transported to Japan. His mouth filled with crunchy sushi rolls, chili beef ramen, and battered tempura. He barely had time to swallow before he was in New Mexico gorging on tamales and chile en nogada. Next it was tapas in Spain, before jambalaya in Ghana. His belly filled and started to rise while a little green light flashed on the node stuck to the side of his head. His hunger never subsided.

The pace of the movie slowed for a moment and he was able to take a deep breath and suck on his cola. He peered down at his belly which had already risen a few inches. He burped loudly as he was whisked off to Guatemala. There he had pepian de pollo and tostadas followed by rellenitos for dessert. His stomach gurgled and churned as the flavors of the world started to settle and load his intestines. He felt his whole abdomen start to expand. His belly pushed out in every direction forcing his legs further apart as it sank deeper and deeper between his thighs. The arms of his seat started to creek as his love handles filled and swelled with layers of extra fat. He felt the seat getting tighter and tighter as his mouth was awash with mulligatawny soup, and the arm rests bent further and further apart. Finally, they snapped, and his heaving flesh spread out across the seats next to him. By the time he was done with the Chicago deep pan and fries he filled three seats.

Peter had never felt such pleasure. The gastronomic levels of pressure were intense. His whole digestive system worked overtime as it loaded his body with visceral and subcutaneous fat. It coated his organs, filled the gaps between his muscles, and piled up under his skin, like a volcanic eruption of adipose tissue. He ballooned out in every direction.

The pace of the film slowed again and Peter was able to take in his new immense size. He smiled broadly and wiped the mess from his lips as he surveyed the damage. His belly was monstrous. It seemed to stretch out in front of him like the plains of Illinois. He could feel the back of the bent and broken seat in front of him digging into the underside of it. His arms, puffed up with layer upon layer of chub, stuck out of his sides at an obtuse angle; forced sideways by the expansion of his heaving chest. He could feel that his neck was thick and heavy, wrapped in a warm scarf of freshly laid fat. He tried to rotate his head but the weight of his newly chipmunked cheeks made it difficult. He burped, and burped, and burped.

His focus slowly started to return to the screen as the fullness inside of him slowly started to subside. The Asian guy was now enormous. He was once more talking to the guy that wasn’t the other guy who was explaining to him that he couldn’t just travel to other places, but that he had the ability to eat everything everywhere all at once. Peter’s stomach realized what this actually meant a few seconds before his brain did. It screamed and kicked and howled in anticipation. For a moment Peter thought that it might rip itself out of his heavily fat laden abdomen. And he was off.

He was in Montreal feasting on poutine at the same time as he was in London. He was also in the Philippines, Sofia, and on a planet called Zebabedoingagongduzis Three. There he ate an entire kujakdun, which was an animal similar to a walrus, or a spitluyk on the planet Hjugiberg. His stomach had never known anything like it. The flavors of the universe filled and appeased him. He was conscious of everything and conscious of nothing. Everything was food, everything was fat, everything was delicious, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The seats around him started to crack and pop as they folded in on themselves under his immense weight. His belly bounded forward, down the levels, breaking through one row, no two, no three, no four. He thought that the expansion would go on forever. He thought that he would become a gaining god. But to his disappointment the credits rolled. He was in his denouement.

The feeding stopped and the little green light on the node turned to red. He pulled it off and tried to throw it on the floor in disgust, but it just landed on his belly. He couldn’t believe it. He made an elephant look small.

The house lights came on and Peter could see for real what had happened. The theater was a mess. He was as big as a house; a house made of fat. He laughed and burped and burped and laughed. Too big to get up by himself he sat there pawing at the fat that he could reach. It was so soft, so fresh, and new. He loved it. Finally, Roger entered with a dustpan and brush. “Oh, hi there,” he said. Peter looked down at him. Roger's watermelon breasts and beach ball belly now looked tiny by comparison. “Did you enjoy the movie?” Peter nodded in response. “Interactive is the best, right?” Peter nodded again. He was too exhausted and overcome with joy to speak. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you out of here,” Roger told him.

Out on the street, Peter filled the entire sidewalk. Passers by gawked at him jealously as they checked for traffic in order to safely get by. After a few minutes a fat kid approached him and offered him an Oscar Meyer wiener. He accepted it gladly. “Was he Korean or Chinese?” the fat kid asked him. “Who cares!” Peter said. “I’ve learnt to appreciate both.” He then ate his hot dog.

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Fat Love

Lee placed his left hand under his heavily padded gut and lifted it up. It felt thick and fleshy. He swallowed the last of the muffin that Liam had smushed into his mouth whole and let out a little whimper. He couldn’t remember when the scales had turned, but they sure had. His belly ached to hell. He let it drop down with a little bounce and moved his left hand up to the top of his rounded out fat mound. He pushed his now pudgy fingers into the layer of fat that buried his jam packed stomach and began to massage. 

Liam watched him with glee. He ran his fingers over his own huge gut in exactly the same place, out of sympathy, and picked up another muffin. “No, babe. No more. Please, I’m stuffed.” Lee saw the glint in Liam’s eye that told him that his plea was going to land on deaf ears. He glanced his eyes sadly down at Liam’s immense overhang and knew that he deserved it. Liam grabbed his jaw forcefully and pulled his mouth open. “You're done when I say you are!” His voice was sharp but teasing. The muffin filled Lee’s mouth from tongue to pallet. His cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's and Liam started to move his lower jaw around in a circular motion in order to ensure that Lee's saliva kept flowing. “Good fatty,” he said, “Keep eating and growing for me.”

Lee felt Liam’s hand release from his face and he kept chewing naturally. The look in Liam’s face softened and he smiled at Lee with his eyes. Lee looked up at him with puppy dog eyes; eyes that begged his lover for mercy. “Ok, babe, I’ll help it to feel better,” Liam whispered to him and planted a wet kiss on Lee’s busy lips.

Liam lowered his fat face down onto Lee’s chest and planted it firmly in between Lee’s budding moobs. He stuck his thick greedy tongue out and started to lick. Lee whimpered through his mouth full of muffin mush. Liam’s face sunk lower and began to scatter soft kisses all over Lee’s bulging belly. Lee swallowed, and Liam pressed his ear up against Lee’s stomach in order to listen to it beginning to churn even harder. Lee was getting so gloriously fat, as fat as him, and he loved it. He loved how Lee’s belly ballooned out from under his sagging breasts. He loved how his homebaked muffins caused Lee’s love handles to widen and spread out over his tight jeans. He loved Lee’s fat thighs, and his ass. He loved fat. They both did.

Lee swallowed the rest of the muffin just as Liam undid his button and zipper. The relief was immediate. His belly was set free. It loaded itself forward and plopped out into his lap with a shudder. Liam took it in both hands and smashed his face directly onto it. His tongue went to town deep inside Lee’s navel as he shook his belly from side to side. Lee felt the drip from the end of his cock. He took a tired hand and ran it through Liam’s hair in order to get his attention. Liam rolled his eyes up at Lee’s happy bloated face. “Please,” Lee said, purposefully twitching his dick. “Just because I love you, fatty,” Liam said as his face sank lower.

Lee gripped tightly onto Liam’s hair as his fat thighs shook.

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Gainer Love

Liam licked the hot cheese off the roof of his mouth. The melted gooey compound coated his taste buds with the rich and creamy fatty flavors. Pizza was his favorite. His teeth bit through the slightly overdone crust releasing tiny particles of toasted brown dust that fell onto his cheese covered tongue. The flavors mixed and the dust began to melt from the heat of the cheese and his saliva. He chewed slowly, savoring every taste. Lee kissed him on the lips while he was still chewing. He opened his eyes and looked dreamily at his handsome boyfriend. Lee’s eyes sparkled and his handsome well defined jaw opened into a wide smile. “You’re such a good fat boy.” Liam’s heart pounded. He swallowed the slice and released a small whimper. As Lee backed off to hand him another slice, he looked down at his belly.

Liam’s belly was round, plump, and doughy. It sat proudly in his lap. He could see the top of the fat roll that pinched itself between his thick chest and ballooning belly. The layers of fat were thick and fluffy and piled on top of one another. Liam loved his belly, he loved how large and round it was. He loved how it lay across his thighs and sank down into his crotch. He loved to feel the underside, growing thicker by the day, pushing further out beyond his belt. He loved how it jiggled and rolled when he walked. He loved how full and stuffed he was. He loved how it demonstrated his greed. It was so soft, yet it made him feel so masculine.

Lee folded the next slice in two so as to make it easier and quicker to swallow. He pushed it with his fingers in between Liam’s lips, being sure to gently force it all the way into the back of his throat. Liam sucked on Lee’s index and middle fingers as he slowly removed them from his mouth. He had only just begun to chew when he felt the brush of warm bread against his lips. “Two at once, greedy, I know you want it.” Liam slowly opened his mouth, giving Lee a tantalizing view of the mushy half chewed slice on the back of his tongue. Lee delicately slid the third slice in. Liam closed his eyes once more. He felt a low rumble and deep hunger rising from his stomach. He chewed and swallowed both slices. The emptiness inside him was immediately replaced with a warm radiating glow that permeated out of his stomach, up his digestive tract, and into his mouth. “More,” he said softly.

The next slices were just as rich and flavorsome, if not slightly cooler. Lee nibbled on the underside of Liam’s double chin, and soft neck, as he masticated. Lee so wanted to feel Liam’s gullet open, and the food go down, as he softly teased his ever fattening throat. Liam swallowed and his throat bulged. Lee felt the vibrations through his lips. They sent a quiver down his spine. Lee reached down his own flat stomach, gently brushing his finger tips across his washboard abs, before sliding them into his y-fronts, and helping himself with the warm feeling that was building inside them.

Liam watched him with an intent gaze. He loved the difference between them; how all of their friends assumed that he was punching well above his weight. “Make me fatter,” he said, “I need more.”

Lee reached for the next slice with his left hand. He folded it once more and handed it to Liam, who stuffed it greedily into his mouth. “More,” he muffled before even beginning to chew. Lee did as he was commanded. Liam began to play with his own belly while he chewed. He cupped his hands under the center of his overhang, so that his finger tips were touching. He then lifted the large roll of fat, taking great pleasure in feeling its weight. So soft; so heavy. He slowly drew his fingers apart and let his hands glide along the fat around to the sides of his belly. He was starting to feel full now, so began to paw and rub, but didn’t stop chewing. Lee watched him in awe as he prepared another slice, one hand still in his pants.

Now cool, the cheese on the pizza slice had started to congeal. It no longer trickled off the edges of Liam’s tongue, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was eat it. It was the last one and he needed it inside of him. He needed it in his belly. He needed it to be fatter; to feel better. He almost swallowed it whole.

His belly felt gigantic. His stomach felt stuffed. He had been such a good pig and Lee told him so. He looked down at Lee’s crotch. The outline of his hard cock was as clear as day, as was the damp patch where the head touched the fabric. He wanted to taste it. He needed the refreshing liquid on his lips after all of the savory. Lee didn’t need to be told. He recognized the hunger in Liam’s eyes. He clambered on top of Liam and, without removing his briefs, rubbed his dick along Liam’s greedy lips. Liam sucked at the salty moisture and pursed, as if he was applying lip balm. He kissed his upper and lower lip together, and breathed in through his piggy nose. He then opened his lips slightly, exhaled gently onto Lee’s hard quivering cock, and licked his lips so as to get the most of the wonderful taste.

“Can I make love to your fat belly?” Lee didn’t use the word fuck. It was too graphic and harsh. He loved Liam’s belly with all of his heart and desperately wanted to show it. His cock ached and tingled in all the best ways, and he needed to feel it pushed deep into all of that belly fat. “Of course.”

Liam loved it when his fit sexy boyfriend stuck his dick deep in his naval. He loved how almost all of the shaft was absorbed by the deep layers of fat that encircled his belly button. He loved how he could hold the sides of his belly and push it up and in so that the fat almost clasped onto Lee’s dick. He loved how his belly fat pushed Lee’s ball sack back every time Lee thrusted. He loved the sensation of the pressure of Lee’s cock pressed up against his overfilled gut. He loved how close Lee could get to actually cumming on his heavily loaded stomach bag.

Liam loved how fat he was.

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Feeder Love

Lee ran his tongue along the crease between Liam’s crotch and his bulging belly. Liam giggled as he felt the tickle work its way deep into his overhang. The sensation, caused by Lee’s taste buds, slowly made its way around to the front of his thick love handles, where the crease continued to work its way slowly up. Liam’s fat and heavy muffin top tingled with pleasure as Lee’s tongue continued to trace and lap along the crease, until the thin line slowly faded away, as it merged with the large soft doughy roll that amply filled the space between Liam’s belly and softly fattening back.

“Mmm, so soft,” Lee mumbled as he gently squeezed the fat roll. He pursed his lips against the stretched skin and subtly sucked a small section of the top layer of fat between them. This he teased with his tongue. Liam let out a tiny, “Oooh,” and bit his own lip. “Tell me again how much you’ve eaten, babe?” Lee asked without removing his lips from the skin; his eyes rolling up to meet Liam’s.

“I started with the breads and pâté, in order to build my appetite…”

“Mmm, mmm, I can feel each slice digesting.” Lee smothered Liam’s bulging love handle in delicate kisses.

“...Then I had the bananas and sprite, like you requested, to stretch and bloat my stomach, making more room for the mains…”

Lee smoothly slid his hand up and over Liam’s belly, letting it rest on top of his stomach. “Mmm, I can feel how bloated you are.” Liam stuck out his tongue and began to lick the fat that piled itself inches high, over and around, his straining stomach. “Tell me more..”

“...Truly hungry, I ate all of the deep fried crispy duck, the chow mien, and the rice…”

“Mmm, so fattening.” Lee kissed the peak of Liam’s belly and began to draw circles around his deepening naval.

“...Not satisfied, I then had the pizza. Nothing like two main courses for a growing boy…”

Lee once more gazed up into Liam’s eyes. They were moist and wet and wide open. Lee moved his face away from Liam’s belly and drew it ever so slightly higher. He gently pinched his wide but pert nipple and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. Liam sighed.

“What was on the pizza, fatty?” Lee murmured.

“...It was a meat feast, loaded with bacon, and beef, and ham…”

“Mmm,” Lee puckered his lips and tenderly placed them on Liam’s heaving right breast. He massaged and molded it with his finger tips as he tickled the nipple with his tongue, before beginning to gently suck.

Liam’s sighing became heavier, he whined, and cooed, as he pleasantly played with Lee’s hair.

Lee removed his mouth from his boyfriend’s breast for a few seconds so as to be able to speak: “And what did you have for dessert?”

“...As you know, sexy, at first I had the chocolate fudge cake, with double cream and ice cream. That whole half, leftover from yesterday…”

“Mmm, and did it taste good?” Lee’s face was now slowly moving south again. It planted kisses over the arc of Liam’s swollen belly as it made its way towards his belly button.

“...It was delicious. I could feel every bite swelling my belly bigger…”

“Mmm, so big, so fat..” Lee’s hands ran down and around the overflowing sides of Liam’s belly as his tongue started to glide in and out of his naval. He licked around the deep belly button in a circular motion, copying the earlier movements of his fingers.

“..Ooh, yes…even that wasn’t enough for a greedy pig like me…”

“So what did you do then?”

“...I asked you to pass me the tub of ice cream…”

Lee stared lovingly up at Liam. His belly was so round and taught, his chest so soft and fleshy, his cheeks so plump and lush.

“And?” Lee asked him, his eyes begging to be told what he already knew.

“...well, it had already started to melt, so I drank it down…”

Lee’s hands were now massaging the inside of Liam’s thick thighs. The soft and deeply layered fat bulged up between his fingers as he dug them deeper and deeper into the extra tissue. His lips and tongue returned to the place where they had begun, working their magic along the crease between Liam’s crotch and overhang.

“How much of it did you drink, piggy boy?”

“...All of it. I…aah…drank all of it.”

Lee rubbed his nose against the outer cloth of Liam’s damp boxer shorts, he ran it tenderly along the shaft of his hard dick.

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Fat. So very full and fat.”

“Mmmmmm, so beautifully fat babe.”

Lee’s hands were back on Liam’s belly. He pushed it up, out of the way, and kneaded the underside of Liam’s soft heavy overhang. Liam sighed, once more, as the movement eased the pressure on his overworked digestive system.

“Tell me how fat I am. Tell me what a good boy I’ve been.”

Lee tantalized the head of Liam’s cock with an Eskimo kiss and whispered to it:

“You are so fat, you are the fattest, greediest boy in the world. You’ve eaten so much for me, babe. You’re a true glutton, and you’re so sexy for it. The fattest, sexiest, doughiest boy in the world. And, your belly’s so big. So huge, and full, and heavy. And, it’s only getting bigger. I’m going to make you so fat.”

Liam groaned at the words that he was so desperate to hear, as Lee pulled the top of his boxer shorts down. Liam sighed in relief as the pressure from where they had been digging into his excess fat was released. Lee gently kissed the red marked skin where the elastic had dug in, before tilting his head and taking Liam’s cock deep in his mouth.

His tongue once more started to work its magic, as his hands continued to paw over Liam’s burstingly full belly. Liam came quickly. Lee held it in his mouth, and with his own cheeks puffed out began to rise to meet his lover face to face. As they kissed, and the cum exchanged places, their hearts melted into one. Liam swallowed his own load, adding a few, all important, extra calories to his gut.

The feast was complete.

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A Full Belly and Empty Balls

Alfie burped loudly. Sarah, sat across the table from him, smiled. Knowingly, she nudged a bowl of dip closer to him. Subconsciously, he took the bait, and reached for more chips. Sarah watched, mesmerized, as her boyfriend’s chubby cheeks danced in motion to the crunching sounds. She only stopped when the microwave pinged. The high pitched creak of her chair legs against the kitchen floor alerted Alfie to her movement. He watched with intent interest as she went to retrieve whatever she had been heating up.

The bowl of melted cheese made a small clanging sound that reverberated, as she placed it on the table. The second bag of Doritos rustled as Sarah opened it. She emptied its contents into Alfie’s bowl. Alfie liked the sound that the chips made as they made contact with the ceramic. He reached forward, and with his pudgy fingers, he picked up the melted cheese, and poured it over his Doritos. Sarah whistled. Some of the Doritos made a cracking sound as they snapped and crumbled in Alfie’s hand, before he loaded them with dip, and returned to the hypnotic rhythm of chewing.

Sarah turned her focus away from his fat dancing cheeks, and instead focused on the light humming sound being produced by the electric oven. She carefully studied the very slight but noticeable movements of his soft doughy chest, while she listened to it. Alfie’s moobs rose and sank gently every time he swallowed. They reminded Sarah of the natural and relaxing motions of a calm sea. Alfie’s puffy lips and thick tongue made a small slurping noise, as he cleaned the fattening cheese goo and orange chip dust off his finger tips. This sound caused Sarah to emit a faint but heavy breath like a warm breeze. Alfie was too busy eating to notice it.

As the bowl slowly emptied, Sarah’s eyes moved away from Alfie’s dirty lips, and headed back towards the oven. The top of the lasagna was browning nicely. Without speaking, she once more left the table. Alfie’s eyes followed her. The light blue coloration of his irises brightened. His nostrils flared, and huffed, as he sucked the smell out of the air as the oven door clicked and opened. Sarah thought that he sounded like a piglet snorting. She loved him when he made that sound. She put on the oven gloves and with a small clang removed the large glass oven dish from the metal tray.

The lasagna was thick and deep and creamy. Four layers of pasta sheets glued the scolding melting fatty mince meat and tomato sauce in place, between each of the layers of cheese. Alfie sighed, as the full smell of the homemade feast tickled his tongue and taste buds. Sarah placed the whole dish, big enough to feed a family of five, in front of him. The noise of the glass making contact with the table top chimed like a lunch bell. It was music to Alfie’s ears. Sarah handed him a single spoon to eat it with, and silently sat back down.

She watched with joy, the delight that spread across Alfie’s face, as he took his first large greedy bite. His eyes glimmered and his cheeks flushed, as the cheesy meaty flavors rushed around his mouth and gushed down his tubby throat. She listened to the smacking of his tongue against his pallet, as the piping hot calorific dish squished and squelched inside his mouth. She took note every time he gulped down another spoonful. Finally allowing her eyes to drift south of his rhythmic chest in order to study for any changes to his stomach.

Alfie’s stomach churned and gurgled, quietly at first. His belly was round and plump. It was thick and fat, and nested softly on his thighs. Sarah attended to it in great detail, determined to take in any changes or developments. Only when the lasagna was half gone did she notice that it had started to bulge and harden at the top. The churning and gurgling noises were still faint, but slightly more prominent. The rhythmic smacking of Alfie’s tongue and lips had also slowed in pace. It was now more like a love song than the high energy pop hit, which it had at first been. Sarah thought that it was the perfect ballad. She hummed gently to the melody, as she made her way behind Alfie, who was too concentrated to notice.

She blew a gentle wind into his right ear, causing it to twitch, but he didn’t stop chewing. Her hand made a static sound as it rubbed against the light material of his straining t-shirt. The churning sounds faded as she massaged his hard stomach. Alfie’s stomach bag felt like a knotted muscle under the soft layer of fat. Sarah continued to hum, in time with his natural rhythm of digestion.

The spoon went ching as it hit the bottom of the glass dish. It also went clang, when Alfie dropped it into the bottom of the empty bowl. Sarah’s hands made their way down and around the entirety of Alfie’s heavily expanded stomach. His belch was loud and long and vibrant. It made Sarah go weak at the knees. She let her legs give way, as she sunk down and planted kiss after kiss across his belly. He groaned deeply as her lips smacked and pecked across every soft overflowing inch of luxurious visceral fat. He sighed, and as the air blew out from between his puffy stained lips, he thought that he finally had her full attention, but her ears were finely attuned to the hum of the refrigerator.

The fridge door popped open as the vacuum seal broke. Too full to really move, Alfie could just about see the tiramisu out of the corner of his eye, as he twisted his tubby neck. It was rich and sickly and huge. The smell of burned coffee and cream once more sent his nostrils into a tizzy. Sarah could sense the hunger and determination within him. The cutlery drawer creaked open and slammed shut. The fridge door closed with a ‘thwump’. Alfie’s maw opened and Sarah placed the heaped dessert spoon inside.

The cold stainless steel slid along Alfie’s lips as the sickly taste of coffee ice cream and meringue recharged the desire to consume deep within him. Sarah motioned him to raise his fat-laden arms. His tight t-shirt protested as she pulled and wiggled it. It hit the floor with a soft ‘thlop’ as his belly and tit fat was still jiggling. She rustled his messy black hair, placed a mwa on his fat cheek, and placed the spoon back in his mouth.

Topless, Alfie’s belly looked like a huge ball of play-doh. Sarah rested her ear against it and took in every grunt, growl, and howl that came along with such rapid expansion. She felt the soft smooth fat push up against her face. She tingled with warmth as she glanced down at the leaky sticky bulge in his crotch.

Removing her ear from his belly, she was able to refocus on the delicate rhythm of his chewing. In her mind’s eye she pictured the dissolving mush as he rinsed it around his mouth. She saw his thick greedy tongue go to work on licking clean spoonful after spoonful. The sweet melted sugar rushes seemed to almost jump down his throat. She imagined the interior of his stomach, packed and crowded, jammed full of semi-digested fattening junk. She thought about his liver and kidneys, working overtime to convert all that she had made for him into delicious extra abdominal fat. He was so gloriously fat.

Alfie let out a murmur and a whimper as Sarah’s tongue worked its magic on his bulgingly soft inner thigh. He felt his rock hard dick twitch and bounce out of his pants as his button pinged across the room. The empty dessert dish smashed onto the floor with an almighty clang, crash and bang. Shards of broken glass flew across the floor. It was the sound of victory.

‘Slap, slap, slap’ was the sound of Alfie’s fat hands making contact with the outer layer of skin on his heavily swollen belly fat. It was the same sound that Sarah was making with her lips. His underbelly and thighs made a similar noise as they connected with Sarah’s face. Sarah felt the warmth pulsating from within him. Alfie felt fat.

‘Praaarrrrp’ was the sound that Alfie’s fart made. ‘Gugh’ was the sound that Sarah’s gag made. His burps and belches grew more violent and frequent. His thick thighs thundered as they shook with every orgasm. Alfie came not twice, not even thrice, but four times within the next hour, while his dinner digested and Sarah did her job.

If Sarah knew one thing, it was the sound of a satisfied man; with a full belly and empty balls.

Fat Fables

Male Weight Gain Stories with a Twist!