Feedmyman500

My drawings, Gainerations , and photos of my curvy man and I.

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Pet Piggy

As if the appearance of them wasn't heartstopping enough, the sight of the two sexy guys kissing was enough to give every guy at the bar a boner. Alex had never seen two men who were as naturally handsome, nor impeccably chiselled through clear gym dedication. Yet, there they both were, sharing a kiss on the dancefloor. The way their statuesque bodies moved and grinded against each other, the perfect fit of their clothes; Alex was in heaven just standing at the sidelines, sipping his drink.

“What I wouldn’t do to get in the middle of that!” Alex smirked to his new friend as he gestured towards the two sexy men.

Alex’s friend looked across and then rolled his eyes. “You mean Adam and Ben?” he chuckled. “Yeah, we’ve all had our fantasies about those two,” he nodded. “They’ve been together for about five years now. They don’t come here all that often, but when they do, the view is always pretty great!”

Alex sighed in longing as he gazed across. Moving to a new city for his job had been unexpectedly difficult, and he had consoled himself with the idea that he would hopefully find some sexy sugar daddy to love and take care of him. However, judging by the gay scene so far, there wasn’t much to write home about. No one had come up to him and there had been no more than a few fleeting glances in his direction. He knew that it was mostly his own fault. He’d thoroughly made the most of his twink physique back in college, but another five years down the line and he’d found the dad-bod had slowly been creeping up on him. He could feel his small love handles pressing against his overly tight shirt and could sense from the awkward fit of his pants that his butt was now a little too full and soft for most of the guys in here. 

So, why not go on a diet? It was something Alex had considered in the past. He’d even bought a gym subscription last January. Yet, here he was in June at least six pounds heavier still. The truth for Alex was a lot more complicated. When he gazed at his softening form in the mirror, he didn’t hate himself like most of the mainstream media wanted him to. In fact, he found something incredibly erotic about it all: the act of filling out, the plushness to his butt, the obviously underexercised appearance. He looked like a man who had settled into a content relationship of several years, happy to let himself go a little. He could even admit that he had rubbed his small paunch with appreciation more than a few times when he’d masturbated alone in his bed each night.

“They’re not quite as wholesome as they look, y’know?” Alex’s friend continued, pulling him out of his thoughts and back to observing the two incredibly handsome guys on the dancefloor. “Up until a few months ago, they used to constantly hang around with this fat guy.”

Alex looked across at his new friend wondering why such a comment was relevant. After all, there were plenty of overweight folks in this city.

“A few of us had seen both Adam and Ben kissing him… this fat guy!” he pressed on, as if delivering the most shocking news of the century.

“What? Like some sort of threesome?” Alex asked, suddenly feeling a lot more experienced than his friend for having indulged in quite a few threeways himself, back in his college days.

“No… this was way weirder,” the man pressed on. “It wasn’t like he was their equal. He was more like Adam and Ben’s pet. They both fussed over him like crazy.” He pondered how best to express himself. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I guess you had to be there and see it. But there was a weird dynamic between them.”

“They didn’t mind that he was chubby?” Alex tried to clarify, feeling a sudden hopeful spark in himself that, maybe, in some strange universe, he could be in with a shot himself.

“Apparantely not,” the friend chuckled. “The guy pretty much doubled in size since we all first saw him,” eyes wide with the retelling of it all. “Perhaps he got too fat for them both, I don’t know. But it ended fairly abruptly and now he lives across town and doesn’t have anything to do with them.”

Alex gazed across at the two men and was surprised when one of them glanced in his direction, giving a small smile. He could feel the excited butterflies flutter and fizz in his stomach with just that single look. Had Adam and Ben just become the ultimate fantasy?

It was a few weeks after that when Alex was standing at the edge of the dancefloor yet again. No longer fresh meat, he’d found that even the curious looks in his direction had ended. He’d lived in this city for over three months and hadn’t scored with more than a handful of average-looking guys he’d met on dating apps. More than that, he’d felt the creeping mass of weight gain sticking to his body once more. He’d eaten poorly for weeks, too lazy to cook for himself and captivated by the cheap pricing of the highly competitive take-out food market in this city. For the first time ever, he’d begun to carry a slight double chin that, despite shaving daily, he hadn’t even noticed until he’d seen a picture of himself from a friend’s wedding the weekend before. He remembered how tight and strong his core had been back in college, now soft and puffy, like his chest, gathering an ever thickening layer of blubber. It was partly why he felt so fed up with being single. He needed someone to steer him in the right direction, or at least warn him when his clothes were becoming ridiculously and embarrassingly sized on him. He’d had one beer that evening and already he could feel a button straining on his shirt. What a catch he must have looked!

Three drinks in and queuing up at the bar for a fourth, Alex felt ready to head home. There was no point in being here and the fit of his clothes was making him feel more than a little self conscious. He sighed and turned, ready to head out the door when he noticed that, standing directly behind him, had been those two incredibly handsome, muscular guys: Ben and Adam. How long had they been there? Alex cringed, realising that they must have seen him from the worst possible angle, with his wide, underexercised butt squeezed into pants that used to fit like a dream.

Feeling his face flushing and unable to look away once one of them had locked eyes with him, Alex found himself mumbling an embarrassing “Hi” in their direction.

“Hey,” smiled back the one with perfect stubble, gazing at him up and down. “I like your shirt,” he smiled, reaching out and stroking Alex’s chest as if appreciating the softness of the material.

“Oh…” Alex whimpered back, unsure what to do. He hadn’t really expected an acknowledgement, let alone an undeserved compliment thrown in his direction. “It’s super old,” he replied dismissively, looking down at it himself, noting once more the strain of the buttons. “And a little too tight,” he stated, wanting the handsome men to know that he wasn’t completely stupid and unaware of how ridiculous he looked, squeezed into it like this.

“No, it’s a lovely fit,” smiled the other man, reaching out himself and stroking the material of the shirt at Alex’s side, where it clung unflattering to his love handles, pinched by the tight waistband of his pants. “We’ve been admiring it.”

“And you,” nodded the other man with an undeniable flirtation in his voice.

Alex stood, frozen to the spot. Was this some joke? Was he being made fun of? Surely this couldn’t actually be happening for real?

“So, are you going to let us buy you a drink, or what?” smiled the other man, reaching out to rest his hand on Alex’s other side, so that they both stood there, rubbing against his love handles and gazing excitedly into his eyes.

Without any real concept of what was happening, Alex allowed another beer to be bought for him. He went to sit with the two huge hunks, bookending him on either side of a small booth in an incredibly intimate, close fashion. Alex could feel their muscular thighs pressing against his own, smell their alluring cologne and became lost in his own swooning as he listened to their deep, masculine voices asking him question after question. Within twenty minutes, Alex felt like he had given them his entire life story. Perhaps it was the fact that they were so damn handsome, the men just seemed somehow more trustworthy. Then again, it could also have been his nerves; rambling on and on and on. They knew it all: his complex family set-up, his time in college, his career and current frustration at being single.

“A handsome boy like you should have no problem finding a boyfriend,” replied Adam after nodding to the bartender to send more drinks. It was the first time Alex had ever seen anyone getting table service in this place.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbled back. “But I’ve not really been looking after myself so well these last couple of years.” He pulled out his cell phone and flashed the picture he kept of him and his social group from college on his screen background. “That was me five years ago,” he sighed, as if it was all the evidence he needed to explain why he felt so down about himself.

“What? That skinny little thing?” Ben scoffed. “Nah, you look one thousand percent better now,” he grinned, rubbing Alex’s back as if he was at last building up to make a move on him.

The picture of his former physique had also seemed to do something to Adam as well, with the guy’s hand slipping down onto Alex’s knee and rubbing. “Why don’t you let us take you home and show you how fucking sexy you are?”

Alex had noted the jealous looks of the guys in the bar as he was led out by Adam and Ben. The whole time they had walked to get a cab, one of the men had had a hand on him, resting on his hip or over his shoulders. All three had squeezed into the back of the car, with Alex pressed up against them both, much like he had been in the bar. Hands slyly drifted onto his thighs whilst Adam and Ben talked animatedly to the driver about sports, completely unaware of the gentle fondling that was quietly going on in his back seat at the same time.

The guys’ apartment was immaculate, much like the men themselves. Large and spacious, overlooking the river, it was obvious that they were both well paid in their jobs. Both of them no older than their late twenties, yet living the life of men who were comfortably off after many decades of toil and hard work.

Could couches be sexy? The one in this place sure seemed so. Alex was guided to sit in the middle of it, whilst both men simultaneously removed their shirts; those stunning chests coming on show, not a single flaw on either of them. Sitting down beside him, Ben was the one to kiss him first. Then Adam took his turn whilst Ben set to work unbuttoning Alex’s shirt. In no time at all, he felt the material being pulled back over his shoulders, his chubby torso on show; bloated, puffy; belly jutting out over his belt.

Alex could hardly believe the size of the bulges in the men’s pants. Full, hard and thick iron rods threatened to burst through the material, with both men moaning in horny appreciation as Alex lowered his hand to rub them over the top of their clothes. As Ben undid his belt and unleashed his erection, Alex felt his lips magnetically drawn to it. Never in his life had he had such a beautiful dick in his mouth. Above him, Adam and Ben were kissing. Adam had dropped his pants, then Alex felt his head being guided towards that erection instead; no less impressive or stunningly sized.

As things progressed into the bedroom, Alex was surprised at how he was being handled. The intermittent sex he’d had with guys in recent times had been direct and perfunctory, with only the end goal in mind. Yet Adam and Ben’s hands lingered on the parts of Alex’s body that he had enjoyed touching himself: his chubby belly, his soft chest and fleshy thighs. At one point, Adam had been bouncing Alex’s glutes, watching Ben’s face as if he knew such a sight was going to make him irredeemably horny. Indeed, the whole thing seemed so much different to any threesome Alex had ever been in. In many ways he felt like the center of attention, yet there were so many horny glances between the couple themselves; a silent, kinky language as they got each other off to the way they were both touching and enjoying the chubby flesh of Alex’s body.

Satisfaction like this was rare in life. Alex lay in bed, letting the two men clean him up after the three of them had climaxed and made such a mess all over his body. He didn’t realise then that he would be staying the entire night, nor that the boys would be making him orgasm again, and again, and again.

It turned out that Adam and Ben worked not too far away from him in the financial district of the city. For the next week, one or the other of them would message Alex and meet up during his lunch break, treating him to something to eat and surprising him with an additional tasty treat to take back to the office. The guys had never looked hotter than they did in their smart office suits and fitted shirts. Alex could see folks turning to stare longingly as they walked past. Adam and Ben just seemed to be winners in life, no matter how you judged them: their careers, their lifestyles, their looks and enviable relationship.

“Is this from the bakery you were talking about?” Alex asked, holding a full tray of pastries Ben had just presented him with. The smell made him moan in pleasure.

“I may have asked my secretary to pop out for them this morning,” Ben smiled. “I told her I had a lunchtime meeting with a client I really needed to impress…”

“You and Adam don’t need to keep buying me lunch and presents,” Alex chuckled, unable to stop himself pulling one of the treats out and biting into it.

“I disagree,” Ben replied, flirtatiously rubbing the top of Alex’s arm as he ate.”I think a little bit of spoiling and pampering is exactly what you need! And, besides, I was hoping some sweet talking might help persuade you to head over to our place again this weekend?”

Alex swallowed hard. He’d been fantasising all week about being invited back to the boys’place. “Sure,” he replied, trying to be as casual as possible about it. He listened carefully as Ben told him their plans. They’d pick him up from his place around six on Saturday. Then they’d go out for food and drinks. There was this cute little dessert place that Adam had said he’d wanted to take Alex. Then they’d all head back to their apartment and, well... Ben was far too polite to say all the naughty things they’d get up to then!

“That sounds amazing!” Alex swooned, hardly comprehending that he’d been eating the pastries the entire time Ben had been talking. “You’d better take these off me!” he declared, trying to pass the half-empty box back. “They’re so good. Honestly, I’ll just end up eating the entire box of them.”

Ben smiled warmly at him. “Then eat them all,” he answered kindly, stroking Alex’s back affectionately. “When was the last time you just let yourself enjoy the moment like this? Without worrying about eating too much or being judged?”

Alex felt the box being pushed gently back towards him. There was so much truth in what Ben was saying. Ever since he’d started putting on weight after college, his anxiety about overeating and thoughts of people’s judgements about his body had driven him crazy. Yet, look at him now! He had one of the sexiest guys on the planet telling him it was okay to just be real with himself and have what he wanted to have.

As Alex took another pastry, he smiled happily. This whole situation was absolute heaven. He felt Ben’s sly hand sliding onto his butt, giving it a firm, appreciative pat. “I hope you know that Adam and I will never try and put you on a diet, Alex,” he whispered sweetly. “You never need to try and hold back your appetite for us.”

Alex nodded. This guy was so sweet, yet something about the way he wanted him to let go of all his old hang ups was also incredibly arousing as well. They soon parted, heading back to their respective offices. Yet, by the time Alex made it back to his desk, that entire box he had been given was indeed completely annihilated. He liked his sugary lips and smiled, not feeling ashamed for the first time in years.

There was one question that remained with Alex, despite all the many times he had been invited over to Adam and Ben’s place. Just who had that guy been that they had hung around with before him? There was no doubt in his mind that he had taken over whatever kinky role their previous third had been in their relationship. But how exactly? What was it that this role provided them both? It all seemed so one-sided. Alex was so frequently wined and dined, his wardrobe upgraded through constant gifting and shopping trips. He’d experienced so much: weekend getaways in idyllic locations, concerts and glitzy charity events. But what was it that made him so irresistible to two such successful men?

“I told you his butt would look great in these!” Adam remarked to Ben as Alex arrived in the new chinos he’d been given last weekend.

Despite being fresh out of the shower, Ben came over to kiss him straight after Adam’s turn, rubbing Alex’s bulbous backside with a cheeky smirk of appreciation. “You definitely do seem to have a knack for dressing him,” the hunk nodded at Adam.

Alex smiled happily, diverting to get a better look at his butt in the mirror himself. He’d never been particularly stylish like the boys, and he couldn’t say that he understood why Ben and Adam thought he looked so good today. To his untrained eyes, the chinos simply made his butt look even larger and unconditioned than it already was. He’d piled on so much weight since he’d been hanging out with them, becoming ever wider around his hips and waistline.

“We ordered some pizza in for you before we leave,” Ben explained, dressed now in his smart pants and decorating his beautiful body with an immaculately pressed shirt. “It’s going to be a late one.”

At that very moment, the buzzer sounded and Adam disappeared to collect the two large boxes of pizza; massaging Alex’s shoulders as he finally sat him down at the breakfast bar to start eating them. Alex couldn’t really remember when he’d become so used to eating such vast quantities. The boys had done this to him so many times, taking him out places where he wouldn’t be able to eat for several hours at a time and insisting that he ate heartily in advance to avoid hunger later.

“Oh, no!” Ben proclaimed, looking at his cell phone. “The concert’s been cancelled!”

“What?” Adam shot back in alarm. “Are you joking?” he asked, racing over to check the email his lover had just received. “Larengitis? Are they serious!”

Stuffed to the brim, Alex waddled his increasingly flabby body over to the couch. He’d started carrying so much fat on his chest in recent weeks and he could feel the ring of lard under his chin as he lay back, actually quite relieved that he didn’t need to go out straight away. He rubbed his aching stomach and tried to breathe a little easier, burping up the gas from the sodas he’d been provided with for his meal.

“Look at him!” Ben cooed after he and Adam had finished fussing about the derailed plans. “He always looks so cute after a big pizza!”

Adam smiled and walked over to drop himself down on the couch next to Alex. He kissed the bloated boy, then slipped his hand onto his stomach instead, rubbing sensuously on the area below Alex’s belly button. It was a sensation Alex had enjoyed ever since he’d first started putting on weight and he never held back from moaning in appreciation for it. 

Ben smiled at the sight, then quickly tidied up the kitchen space. He looked into the pizza boxes Alex had been eating from and tutted when he saw so many crusts had been left. “Oh dear!” he joked, picking up the box and bringing it over to the coffee table. “I hope you’re not going to waste all this?” He too dropped himself down beside Alex and, as Adam rubbed the big, soft lower belly, Ben began holding the crusts to Alex’s lips. “You’re going to need these extra carbs tonight.”

His hands resting on the two men’s muscular thighs, Alex felt his erection growing by the second as he nibbled on the cold crusts Ben was pushing into his mouth. He didn’t know how these scenarios managed to get him so aroused, but as the months had gone on, he’d come to notice a strange connection between having a full tummy and a hard-on that just wouldn’t quit.

“We should get the ice cream out for him if we’re not heading out just yet,” Adam reminded his lover.

“I already did,” Ben nodded, watching keenly as Alex obediently crunched at his fourth left over crust. “It’s warming up in the sink.”

Adam opened up Alex’s pants, lowered his zipper and fished out the guy’s comparatively average-looking dick. Up and down his big hands began stroking it as the pair of them gazed lovingly into his eyes, watching him eat. After a little time, the pizza crusts were swapped for large spoonfuls of ice cream - a new and surprisingly tasty variety.

“We’ll have to buy some more of this,” Adam noted to Ben, pleased with how clearly Alex was visually enjoying it. “This is the same stuff Pete used to like too, yeah?”

It was a name Alex had heard the boys reference to each other a couple of times before, coming to realise that this was the fat guy the boys had previously fussed over in the same manner that they now did with him. “Tell me about Pete,” he suggested between spoonfuls of ice cream.

The two men looked at each other, clearly wondering how best to broach the subject. “Pete was our first attempt at finding someone really special, like you,” Adam replied warmly.

“Did you do stuff like this with him?” Alex asked, enjoying the sensual way his dick was being played with and the ice cream delivered straight to his mouth.

“Yeah, we did,” Adam smiled. “Ben and I are of the same opinion that if we’re going to keep an extra person in our relationship, he should be very well cared for.”

“You both look after me so well,” Alex nodded, his voice becoming husky after several minutes of Adam’s expert stroking.

“We certainly like to think so,” Adam grinned, looking over at Ben who smiled back in that same conspiratorial manner.

“It gives us a lot of pleasure,” Ben nodded in agreement.

Alex enjoyed the feeling of submission and pampering. He knew how spoiled and lucky he was. He wanted to revel in it, motioning to the two men to remove their shirts for him to enjoy. “Are you going to keep looking after me like this?” he asked between kisses with them both. “Like your little pet?”

The two men laughed and looked at each other. “That’s certainly the plan,” Ben smiled, scraping the last bits of ice cream out of the tub and dropping it into Alex’s open mouth. “Adam and I have spend a lot of time discussing it. And now you’re definitely shaping up like we wanted,” he teased, stroking Alex’s double chin before delivering a deep sensual kiss.

“But where did it go wrong with Pete?” Alex asked, knowing it might spoil the mood for a moment but unsure when else he would have such a golden opportunity to ask.

“He just got a little too greedy,” Adam replied swiftly, clearly trying to shut this aspect of the conversation down quickly.

Alex felt a little deflated. So his friends at the bar had been right when they’d speculated that Adam and Ben had given up on their previous lover because he had become too big? All the guys’ talk of enjoying spoiling him was just that. Eventually he could become too heavy for them to enjoy anymore. Then it would be back to the old diets and calorie counting, hating his body all over again.

“What Adam means is…” Ben interjected, seeming to sense the rapid thoughts flowing through Alex’s brain. “Pete wasn’t content enough in his situation. Boys like you, who have been so well looked after, develop a body type that is very appealing to guys like Adam and I,” he smiled, rubbing the great mass that was Alex’s bloated middle. “Pete realised that he was quite a catch to a certain type of man and he… Well, he did some exploring behind our backs.”

Alex nodded in understanding. “I’d never do that to you guys,” he stated with absolute certainty. “I love you both so much!”

The two men above him looked at Alex and grinned proudly. “And we love you too,” Adam nodded, gazing now at the 250lb flabby boy who had declared himself so absolutely.

“And we’re going to keep on showing you how much we love you,” Ben added, actually grabbing a thick wedge of Alex’s belly fat as he whispered into the guy’s ear. “As long as it takes.”

As Alex’s weight became more and more extreme, he noticed the way certain folks had come to look at him. He had always been somewhat invisible when standing next to Adam and Ben, yet, now, whenever one of the handsome men had an affectionate hand on his thigh, or gently stroked his back, it suddenly attracted looks of confusion and, in some cases, quiet disgust. However, having both Adam and Ben lifting him up and telling him over and over again how wonderful he was, all acted like a shield against everything else: the sly comments about his weight at work, the gradual loss of the few gay friends he’d made in this city before he’d started hanging out with the boys, the uncomfortable sweatiness during the long summer heatwave.

“Look at the size of you!” complained Alex’s aunt as she gazed upon him during her trip to the city. “Does your mother know how badly you’re looking after yourself?” she scolded.

Alex tutted in annoyance. He couldn’t care less what his mother would think. He hadn’t spoken to her in three years and wasn’t about to seek her approval for gaining a few pounds.

“How have you put on so much weight since I saw you last November?” she demanded.

“I’ve just been enjoying my food,” Alex shrugged. “I stopped caring about what people think.” It was as honest as he could be. Food had become his greatest hobby. With Adam and Ben fussing over him and supporting him so much, the only major drain on his income was his rent. So what if he suddenly got hungry for take-out at ten o’clock at night? Why deny himself? The slick bakery by his office was expensive but good. Why try to limit his purchases there when he had all the cash he needed sitting in his bank account. He’d become like Adam and Ben, casual about pulling out his debit card to treat himself.

“Your mother is going to be furious when I tell her!” Alex’s prickly aunt continued, still staring with disbelief at the enormous stomach and wide hips on her once slender nephew.

“Good!” Alex laughed, deciding that this would be the last time he made an effort to see this horrible woman who hadn’t had a single nice word to say to him. He grabbed at a large wedge of belly fat and jiggled it. “There’ll be plenty more where this came from!” he declared defiantly. He’d stop by the doughnut place on the way home and not hold back. He’d tell Adam and Ben how tight his work pants felt today and they’d have some new ones bought and ready for him by Monday morning. He had a perfect life, and he didn’t need to justify it to anyone.

Adam held his hands over Alex’s eyes whilst Ben opened the door to their newly renovated bathroom. Alex knew it would be impeccable. The boys had such excellent taste. But as Adam’s hands lifted up, the beauty of it startled even him. The shower was so large and luxurious.

“We were thinking about you the entire time we were designing it,” Ben smiled, strapping his strong arm over Alex’s shoulders. “Nice wide spaces and a shower that could easily accommodate us all at the same time.”

Alex nodded. The previous shower had definitely become a bit of a squeeze for him as he’d tried to push his wider physique out through the narrow gap of the open doors. Given how much weight he had gained in the last year, it was just a matter of time before it became too challenging. “Now I won’t need to worry about having too much to eat when we go out later!” he joked, knowing exactly why all this work had been done.

Adam glanced excitedly at Ben. There was always such a kinky joy between them both whenever Alex said anything that showed his acceptance towards the inevitability of further weight gain.

“Absolutely!” Adam nodded, reaching a hand down to rub the large expanse of Alex’s butt. “You enjoy yourself!”

“We were going to ask you at dinner tonight,” Ben began, looking at Adam for his consent to proceed. “But we were thinking… maybe it’s time you moved in here with us?”

“It would certainly make a lot of sense for you,” Adam jumped in, coming in closer and sliding his hand along the underside of Alex’s hefty stomach. “You wouldn’t have to pay for that expensive place downtown and we could all see each other a lot more. You could have your own room and space to do what you wanted.”

“And we could play with you every single day!” Ben added with a kinky touch, slapping his hand onto Alex’s large underexercised rear with pride.

Alex only pretended to consider the idea as the boys set to work trying to seduce him, all of them undressing themselves in that bathroom. “So, what do you say, Big Boy?” Adam asked as Ben had slipped onto his knees to suck Alex off. “Wanna come play?”

Alex moaned loudly and nodded. Even in his wildest imagination, there was no better life that he could envision for himself. 

The move happened quickly and the boys had enjoyed clearing out Alex’s apartment for him. They’d all laughed when they’d found items of clothes, hidden at the far back of the closet, that had clearly become far too small for Alex to even consider wearing: underwear, pants, t-shirts and even a full suit. Adam had had the idea that Alex should try them on, and the boys had become almost ridiculously horny. During that final weekend, Alex had been fucked and pleasured in every sigle corner of the small apartment he had lived in for just over two years.

It would have been easy to assume that living in Adam and Ben’s apartment was going to complicate things for them. After all, the handsome boys had been together for years, enjoying the space and relaxed lifestyle they had worked so hard for. The boys were incredibly tidy, organised and disciplined in the way they went about things. In contrast, Alex felt messy and lazy, unable to stop himself from feeling guilty as they cleaned up all around him, laying back on the couch watching TV. He’d become accustomed to walking around the place with only his underwear on. Adam and Ben were the sociable type, preferring to head out to meet friends, rather than inviting them back. As such, the large apartment was a space that felt completely private and somewhere Alex felt able to unleash his laziest self.

Having Alex around seemed to make Adam and Ben fall in love with each other all over again. They relished seeing the other fussing and caring for Alex so sweetly.

“I bought Alex some extra treats on the way home,” Adam smiled, kissing Ben in the kitchen before pulling everything out of the paper bag.

Ben chuckled and pointed to the almost identical haul he had picked up himself that day: matching brand for brand. Then the pair kissed passionately, enjoying how in-sync they were with each other: soul mates.

“How’s he been today?” Adam asked, gazing across at Alex whilst embracing Ben. “Enjoying the new toy I bought him?” he chuckled, seeing the fat man on his new video game console.”

“Oh, that’s been a huge hit!” Ben nodded. “He’s barely got up off his butt all day.”

Adam strutted over to Alex and kissed him on the back of his head in greeting, reaching his hand out in front to feel up the large exposed shelf of stomach fat. “Hey, babe!” he cooed. “I missed you today.”

Engrossed in his game, Alex quickly replied that he had missed Adam too, trying to keep his focus and not lose his place in the game.

“Have you put his dinner on yet?” Adam asked, turning back to Ben.

“Of course,” Ben replied. “And I’ve kept him well fed all day.”

Behind him, Alex could hear the men kissing each other passionately again; moaning with arousal at the other’s touch.

“Is he having that ice cream as well?” Adam asked, coming up for breath.

“Absolutely! And some pastries,” Ben confirmed, yanking off Adam’s tie and skillfully unbuttoning his shirt at rapid speed. Pretty soon both men were wearing absolutely nothing at all. Ben had laid back on the table, his legs spread and ass letting a horny Adam in. Alex paused his game and turned to watch. Living here was so often like having his own live porn channel to watch daily.

“You’re such a bad boy!” Adam playfully scolded his lover as he pounded softly. That strong, muscular butt was so hot to watch in action. It was already obvious that this wasn’t going to take long.

“I learned from the best!” Ben smiled gleefully back. Then they kissed, right up until Adam came, moaning loudly and collapsing onto Ben’s athletic body, panting.

Alex smiled, knowing his turn would be coming later. He often had no comprehension of how Adam and Ben got so rapidly aroused with each other; their latest round being a prime example. Still, it was dinner time soon at least.

At first, Alex had been bereft when he heard his company was letting so many of them go. He came home and broke the news sadly to Adam and Ben, finding it surprising how quickly they both brushed it off.

“That’s fine,” Ben nodded. “We were going to suggest you drop down a couple of days anyway. It’s not like we need the money.”

“Although, we’ll have to think how best to manage his lunch and things if we’re both not here,” Adam considered thoughtfully.

“I could work from home two days a week,” Ben replied. “And you have your Friday afternoons off. It wouldn’t be too lonely for him. We could still keep up a good regime for him.”

Alex smiled. They were both so thoughtful and sweet. “I can get a new job soon enough, I’m sure” he shrugged, not wanting them both to feel this was a problem they needed to solve. However, both men shook their heads and kissed him with a surprising excitement about the prospect of him no longer heading out to work each day. It seemed like this was genuinely something they both wanted for him.

In the months that followed the end of Alex’s job, he felt his body positively ballooning. Out of bored curiosity, he attempted to put on the pants he had worn on his final day, finding that they didn’t even cover the giant mass that became his rear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t button them up, it was that fact that he couldn’t even get the two sides of the material anywhere near each other. Pounds and pounds of pure lard had been oozing onto his thighs, altering the shape of his butt entirely. At 360lbs, his stomach was softer than ever and his nipples had dropped as his chest became large, blubbery, soft and sagging. Some days, his arms felt so heavy. He carried so much fat around where his meagre biceps had once been visible. The movements of his head were a lot more restrained by the giant double chin that had swallowed his neck up almost entirely.

Tuesdays were always a boring day. Adam wouldn’t be home until late and Ben was stuck in meetings all afternoon; not even available to send him flirty messages about how hard he was going to pound his ass when he got home. He slipped on his comfiest sweat pants, not even noticing that his t-shirt didn’t quite cover the whole of his stomach until a slight chilly breeze tickled the underside of his belly about halfway to the burger place.

“I know who you are!” announced a large, stout man sitting alone on a table not so far away. “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you!”

Alex looked behind him. Was this guy, who was now moving his tray of food towards his table, really speaking to him?

“You’re Ben and Adam’s little plaything, aren’t you?” he nodded knowingly. “Well…” he chuckled to himself, “maybe not so little!”

Alex instinctively frowned. Then again, despite how large and fat this guy in front of him was, he himself was undoubtedly considerably larger.

“Geez! They really did a number on you, huh?” the guy laughed, studying the giant fat ring that encircled Alex’s face. “They tried doing the same to me,” he continued, pausing for a second as he snaffled down some french fries. “Well, they did do the same to me,” he reconsidered. “But never this far!”

“I’m sorry. Who are you exactly?” Alex asked irritably.

The guy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, then held out his hand for Alex to shake. “I’m Pete,” he grinned. “Adam and Ben’s ex.” He looked up for a second wondering whether that was the right way to phrase it. “Well, sort of… you know. Adam and Ben are their own special thing. They used to refer to me as their pet. As I’m sure they do with you.”

“They’ve never openly called me that,” Alex shrugged. He’d been so curious about the mysterious previous lover, Pete. Yet, now that the guy was here, sitting right in front of him, all Alex wanted was for him to go away and leave him alone. He bit into his burger, feeling rumbling in his stomach after listening to Pete ramble on. 

“Those sly fuckers!” Pete chuckled. “They say you were pretty slim when they first got their hands on you? I was never slim myself,” he continued, munching and talking at the same time. “I always had a bit of a belly on me, even when I was in high school. My first boyfriend used to tease me for it. But then I started hanging out with Adam and Ben when I was about twenty three….” he laughed, remembering fondly. “It was such a wild fucking time! I’d never eaten so much in my entire life. I just remember my pants getting tighter and tighter and tighter. I was easily packing on at least two pounds a week, every single week.”

Pete paused in order to take down his food as if he expected Alex to speak next and progress their conversation. Was he really the subject of so much gossip? He imagined all the speculation down at the old gay bar he used to go to, cringing slightly. “Well, I guess I’ve put on a bit of weight,” he conceded. “It wasn’t really intentional though.”

Pete blasted a laugh. Then, recognising that Alex wasn’t joking, he flushed a little and appeared to try and tread more carefully. “You’re serious?” he asked, as if still expecting Alex to say otherwise. “Maybe it wasn’t intentional from your point of view,” he explained kindly. “But this is exactly what Adam and Ben would have been planning from the start. They’ll have been getting off on all this for the whole time you’ve been with them,” he stated knowingly, indiscriminately pointing at the shape of Alex’s body, as if he was all just one large flabby mess.

“I just like my food,” Alex tried. “They’ve actually been really good about it…” he began explaining. “You see…”

“Trust me,” Pete stopped him, putting a friendly hand on Alex’s shoulder.  “There’s not a single thought about food in your head that those kinky little fuckers didn’t put there themselves. You really think you can go from being a little chubby to this?” he emphasised, gesturing with his hands to Alex’s immense size.”They’ve been training and cajoling you into eating, until it’s pretty much the only thing you can think about.”

Alex scoffed and shook his head.

“It’s fun. Believe me, I know. I lived your life,” Pete pressed on. “But I’m more into chasers than feeders, like those two. I wanted to play around a bit more, which was why we parted ways. I would have been absolutely huge otherwise,” he nodded, staring wide eyed at the size of Alex, like he was some sort of freak show.”And that’s something I know for a fact! I overheard them talking about it one night, how heavy they wanted to grow me. They were getting each other off as they discussed it.”

“And what did they say?” Alex asked, unable to hide that he was now starting to believe every word.

Pete paused, seeming to consider whether he had said too much. “It’s probably best that you don’t know,” he mumbled awkwardly.

“No, tell me!” Alex insisted.

Again, Pete squirmed. “Well, Adam won’t let you get to the point that you can’t leave the flat. But Ben’s going to make sure you getting pretty fucking close!”

Was Pete right? Alex found himself drifting into his thoughts. He had always liked being a little chubby and well cared for. But Adam and Ben had undoubtedly taken that baton and run with it. The food, the enablement and praise; it had all been there from the very beginning. Was he really just some pet piggy for them?

That afternoon, Alex had fallen asleep in front of the TV. He awoke to a kiss from Adam, freshly back from the gym and looking as pumped as he had ever seen him. “Sorry I’m running a little late, honey,” Adam smiled. “I ordered you some dinner from the Chinese place,” he continued, rubbing an affectionate hand down Alex’s flabby arm.

It took a couple of minutes for Alex’s foggy mind to recall the conversation he had had with Pete that afternoon. He waddled slightly into the bathroom where Adam was clearing himself off, cheerily humming as he soaped up that delicious body of his: the muscles and six pack, his perfect, strong frame.

Adam caught sight of Alex watching him. He grinned wickedly, soaping up his dick which had immediately stiffened at the sight of him. “I hope you’re ready!” he called cheekily. “It’s my turn to fuck you tonight!”

Ben arrived home not long after that. He’d clinched a massive deal at work and had brought home a giant bottle of champagne, along with a full tray of glistening doughnuts for Alex. He yanked off his tie and breathed a sigh of relief to be home, accepting a large, congratulatory kiss from a half naked Adam. The buzzer sounded and Ben disappeared downstairs to collect the Chinese takeout Adam had ordered for Alex; returning and emphasising loudly how good it all smelt, as if to get Alex riled up and ready to eat.

Alex sat down for his meal. There really was so much food here. True, his knowledge of nutrition wasn’t great, but Adam and Ben’s was. They would have known that this was a selection of the most calorific options on the menu: fatty meats, thick sauces and carb-loaded like nothing the pair of them would ever touch themselves. He began eating as Ben popped the champagne and poured them all a glass. Success never failed to make the boys horny. They kissed and fondled each other, causing quite the distraction as Alex almost lost track of how much he was eating.

“It’s yout turn to fuck Alex tonight,” Ben reminded his lover between kisses.

Adam looked up. “Oh, he knows!” he grinned wickedly. “As soon as he finishes those doughnuts, my dick is going straight inside!” he laughed, returning to kiss his lover.

Was now the right time to tell them both that he’d seen Pete? To say that they had chatted and that Alex now had a much clearer understanding of why these beautiful guys were actually keeping him around? Where would he even start?

“You’d better eat a little faster,” Ben teased him, grabbing hold of Adam’s dick. “He’s hard as a rock for you!”

Fuck! Alex was horny for that dick. Did the boys think he’d eat more whilst under pressure like this? Was speed one of their tactics to make him eat so much? Was this why his stretched out stomach could ache for hours after his evening meal? Regardless of the reasoning behind it, he began eating at an insane pace, forcing it down as quickly as possible so that he could switch from doughnuts to dick.

“You’re so clever,” Adam whispered to Ben, kissing him passionately once more.

Stuffing, stuffing, pushing it all down, Alex knew he was playing exactly into the boys’ hands. But what did it matter? He loved this life. He loved his chubby body and how admired it was by these stunning men. Perhaps he had always known their true nature. Maybe that was why he had never wanted to leave their sides. After all, Pete had been right, he was their obedient little pet. A pet piggy, growing for their pleasure every single day. He didn’t need to hear them say it. His ass would swell, his belly would sag, he’d take on more and more food. He’d become what they wanted, for it had also become what he wanted too. 

He winced slightly as Adam entered him back in the bedroom and sucked greedily on Ben’s perfect hardness. He didn’t care what anyone else had to say about it. 

This was his best life.

[feeder86]

The Feeder Fat Forgot

Jake was trying to breathe slowly and control himself as he thrusted in and out of the 450lb lardass leaning over the table and bracing for him. Each movement sent ripples of blubber across the guy’s back and the sheer width of his butt was arousing Jake to the point that he was close to losing control. They’d spoken to this fatty online several times before tonight. Both of them had seen pictures of the progression: from a chubby dad-bod, into the impressively super-sized specimen he was today; Paul was a feeder’s dream.

Jake looked up, seeing his handsome roommate having fun with Paul at the other end, feeding him doughnuts and pushing them further into his mouth with his concrete dick. “Come on, Piggy…” he teased. “Chew and swallow!”

Jake grinned at the sight, despite knowing that Matty was going to have to take it easy. Between the pair of them, they had stuffed Paul hard that night already. Even for a 450lb hog, they’d coaxed an insane amount of food into him. The last thing they wanted was to overdo it now.

Paul was in his element, leaning his big butt into Jake so that he could be fucked even deeper. He’d had many feeders over the last few years, but never two at the same time, and never such handsome, athletic guys. Jake and Matty had met in the gym over four years ago and only came to realise their shared interest when they had both been trying to flirt with the same stout-bellied chub who had rocked up for a few weeks one January. Since then, they’d taken an apartment together, trained each other up to their peak fitness and marketed themselves as the ultimate feeder duo. The complete contrast between their own impressively muscular, lean physiques, and these blubbery guys, never failing to make them both climax spectacularly.

“I thought he was going to throw up at one point,” Jake chuckled as he drove them both back home that evening.

“Don’t worry!” Matty laughed. “I had it all under control. You’re too lenient on them.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?” Jake grinned, always enjoying the ‘good cop, bad cop’ dynamic they had when feeding together. “His tits were so much bigger than I was expecting!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Matty nodded. “Best tits I’ve ever played with!”

“Even better than Will’s?” Jake asked, remembering the chub they’d stuffed last weekend.

“Paul’s tits are softer,” Matty shot back, as if that answered the question completely. “I said we’d go back and fuck him again when he hits five hundred.”

Jake laughed at that. Matty was so straight talking, almost cold, with the guys they played with. He didn’t just expect them to eat for him on the night; he wanted them to keep on growing for years afterwards, in the hope that he would return to see them one day. “You’re such a kinky bastard!” Jake smiled, taking a sideways glance at his roommate. “I just love the way your mind works.”

“Well, I know how to get a fatty to eat, that’s for sure,” Matty smirked. “But as my mother constantly reminds me, I’m not exactly marriage-material!” He sat up in his chair a little more, spotting a gas station up ahead. “Could you pull over here?” he asked, explaining that he needed to grab a drink. “Do you want anything?” he added, already releasing his seatbelt.

“I’m good, thanks,” Jake replied, pulling into the forecourt and stopping the car. It was such a chilly night, he was hopeful that this would be the last stop they would have to make before getting back.

Jake watched it all happen in absolute horror. Out Matty strutted from the car, making his way towards the door when, all of a sudden, his feet slipped from underneath him. A large, unseen glazing of ice had covered the small area he was walking across. Then, there was a great crack as Matty’s head hit the floor. 

When Matty came to, he’d seemed dazed, but otherwise fine. The ambulance had arrived in good time and, although he was confused, Matty seemed like he was taking it all in his stride as his neck was braced and he was loaded into the back of the ambulance.

Jake didn’t see much of Matty after that night. Things had gone downhill rapidly. There had been many days in the hospital and, after the retrograde amnesia diagnosis, Matty’s family had obviously wanted to take over things. Matty had returned to his childhood home as his family desperately tried to jog his memory with photo albums and tales from long ago. Jake stayed in good contact with the family, realising, as time went on, that Matty wasn’t actually making any progress at all. He was still just as clueless about his past as he had been the morning after the accident three months ago.

Jake tried to fix the apartment up and make it nice for when his roommate returned. He quite agreed that it was time for Matty to start living his own life again, with or without his memories. He knew it wouldn’t be the same anymore. Whilst Matty had known his name and a few other details, he had no comprehension of anything else about his life, nor the person he had been. Jake was now nothing more than a stranger.

“So…” Jake began, sitting down in the lounge area, wondering what to say that first evening back together. “Is there anything you’d like to do tonight?”

Matty shrugged. 

“How about we head to the gym for a workout?” Jake asked, knowing that Matty wouldn’t have been able to follow his usual training routine whilst staying with his parents. Hell, he didn’t even know about his usual training routine!

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Matty simply replied.

Jake frowned. Didn’t Matty know that he wasn’t looking as jacked as he usually did right now? He’d lost some of his muscular bulk in his shoulders and his waist definitely wasn’t as lean as it could be. 

Matty’s cell phone buzzed and the guy grinned as he lifted it and read the message.

“Who’s that?” Jake asked curiously, always knowing when Matty was chatting to some guy he was into. 

“It’s someone I met a few weeks ago,” Matty replied. “His folks live on the same street as my parents.”

Jake’s eyes widened and he suddenly burst out laughing. “Your parents finally managed to set you up with Boring Ben?” The thought was almost too funny to imagine.

“What? How do you know Ben?” Matty shot back indignantly. “He’s not boring! He’s sweet.”

“I can’t believe your parents finally did it! Your mom’s been trying to push Boring Ben on you for years! She’s as cunning as a fox, that one!”

“He’s not ‘Boring Ben!’” Matty scowled.

“I didn’t make up the name. You did!” Jake fired back, still unable to stop himself from laughing. “I’ve never even met the guy! Dentists aren’t usually known for being the life and soul of the party though.”

“He’s really cute,” Matty tried, showing a picture on his cell phone.

Jake had to bite his tongue. Was Matty really saving this guy’s image as his screensaver? It was almost too tragic for words. “I’m not denying he’s good looking,” he replied. “He’s just not your usual type.”

“And what is my usual type?” Matty demanded sceptically, clearly offended now that Jake claimed to understand him better than he understood himself. It was a frustration so many people probably elicited in him these days, given that he knew so little about what he had been like before the accident.

Jake hesitated. It was perhaps a little early to be bringing up their shared kinks; the fact that they had both seen each other ejaculate more times than most other roommates was something that could definitely wait for another day. “You just tend to go for guys with a little more… presence,” he finally answered with a smirk.

Unbeknownst to Jake, this new Matty was a lot more sensitive. He seemed truly incapable of taking Jake’s teasing in his stride, getting up and retreating in a huff back to his bedroom and not emerging again for the rest of the night.

Things with Matty didn’t improve. They no longer understood each other. Jake had anticipated that Matty wouldn’t know anything about him, but he hadn’t expected that Matty would return as such a startlingly different person. Things that would have made Matty laugh before, now made him bristle with annoyance. Likewise, Matty’s sense of humor was all off. He’d somehow taken on the personality of Boring Ben, making dad jokes and quips about dental hygiene that he’d obviously picked up from the guy who came over at least a couple of times a week.

“What the hell are these?” asked Matty, holding up a pair of supersized underwear with the end of the mop handle and holding them outwards, as far away from himself as possible. With a hand holding his nose, Matty couldn’t have looked more disgusted by them if he had tried.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Where did you find those?” he laughed, pulling them off the handle and trying to think which fatty they’d invited here who could have left without his underwear.

Matty seemed horrified to witness Jake holding the dirty underwear in his bare hands. “They were in the bathroom, tucked behind the cupboard.”

Nodding, Jake knew that made perfect sense. They were Fat Rob’s underwear, thrown carelessly over their shoulders when the three of them had soaped the big boy up in the shower before feeding him like a hog. That must have been at least six months ago now. He really should clean behind that cupboard more!

It was clear that Matty was still waiting for an answer, as if some deep offense had been caused that needed to be immediately rectified. “They belong to an ex,” Jake simplified, throwing the underwear into his own bedroom where they could cause no further offense.

“An ex?” Matty asked; his eyes bulging with shock. “You’ve got to be joking!”

Jake rolled his eyes, mourning the loss of old Matty every single day. How horrified would this version of him be to learn that he’d fucked Fat Rob’s giant butt just as hard as Jake had? Keeping that to himself wasn’t easy. There were moments when Jake wanted to destroy Matty’s perfect vision of his past self: the handsome doctor, the loyal son, the smartest guy in the room. Matty believed he had been everything his parents had told him he was. He had no idea that Jake knew the real version of him better than anyone else.

“Not everyone wants to date a 150lb dentist,” Jake grumpily shot back. He could see the disgust in Matty’s face. Then he sighed, returning to his bedroom where Matty couldn’t judge him any further.

A few weeks later, Jake listened out in his bedroom until he heard that Boring Ben was leaving. What had started as apathy had become a deep dislike. Seeing so much of Ben reflected in Matty’s behaviour made it difficult not to hold the guy personally responsible for the devolution of the person Jake had got on best with in the entire world. Ben was so straight-laced and dull. And now, unbleievably, so was Matty.

“Come on!” Jake called out to Matty, throwing his workout bag onto the kitchen counter. “You’re coming with me to the gym. Six months off is more than enough. It’s time we started building you back up.”

Jake had meant it as an olive branch. Voluntarily spending time with Matty wasn’t his favourite thing to do. In the three months since Matty had moved back in, Jake had witnessed the guy’s muscle mass further deplete. Softness had begun to gather in his core and his butt was losing that muscular strength to resemble glutes that were a lot more doughy. He owed it to the old Matty to get him back in shape.

“No, thanks,” Matty simply replied, biting into a piece of buttery toast and making his way to the couch to watch some trash TV.

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” Jake tried assertively.

“Yes you are!” Matty replied coldly. “I have no intention of working out today.”

Jake sighed and rolled his eyes. This guy was so stubborn, he wanted to strangle him. “You can’t sit on your ass all day.”

“What else am I meant to do?” Matty shot back irritably. “I can’t work. My medical license has been indefinitely suspended, and I’ve got this compensation lawsuit to prepare for.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Jake asked, still hopeful that he could show Matty how ridiculous he was being. “I thought your lawyer was sorting all that out for you?”

“She is,” Matty nodded. “But she still thinks I’ll get more if I claim I’ve got depression as well. I can evidence how active I was before, compared to now.”

“So you’re just going to sit on your ass, getting fat and lazy in the hope that you’ll get a few extra grand?” Jake blasted back. He didn’t care that he was being rude, he poked a finger into Matty’s core, trying to show him how unconditioned he was. “The old you would be horrified!”

“And who asked for your opinion?” Matty growled back angrily. “Just fuck off and leave me alone!”

Furious, Jake walked away and grabbed his bag, slamming the door behind him. Everyone always felt so sorry for Matty, but the truth was, the guy was just an asshole! It had been months now, without the slightest improvement. The old Matty was gone and was never coming back. What loyalty should Jake have to a ghost? If Matty was determined to date nerds and let himself go, why should he even bother to try and stop him?

“I’m sorry about before,” Jake offered as he arrived home a couple of hours later to see that Matty was still in the same spot on the couch. “I hadn’t meant for things to get so heated.”

Time in the gym had always been a way to help Jake calm down when he was frustrated. After a few super heavy deadlifts, he’d found his anger abating and his more rational mind being able to speak up. This Matty was not the same guy as the best friend Jake had adored so much. His expectation that Matty would aspire to be the exact same person as he had once been was as frustrating for him as it was for Matty. This new man needed to find his own path and make his own mistakes. And he deserved to do it surrounded by people who supported him unconditionally.

“Don’t worry about it,” Matty replied, not taking his eyes off the TV; still clearly a little pissed at him.

“A peace offering,” Jake declared, presenting his roommate with a small box of pastries from the bakery across town. “I don’t think you’ve had these since your accident, but they were always your absolute favorite whenever you were treating yourself.” He shrugged, wondering whether yet another reminder of the old Matty was really the right move. “I figured your taste buds haven’t changed,” he stated, as if to explain his reasoning.

Matty accepted the gift and opened the box. “They’re huge!” he smiled happily, lifting one up and onto an already used plate he’d had in front of him. Taking a bite, he immediately moaned in appreciation, his eyes bulging as he took in all the flavors. “This is amazing!” he marvelled, quickly heading back in for a second bite.

Jake smiled. This was the first success he’d had with Matty in the entire time since the accident. Making the guy happy had made him feel good too. “I’ll pick you up some more the next time I’m heading that way then,” he nodded, pleased with himself.

“What other foods did I used to like?” Matty asked, pushing the last bite into his mouth.

Jake’s eyebrows rose. It was the first time he’d heard Matty express any curiosity about his past self. “Um…” he pondered. “Well, you always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Much more so than me. I don’t know…” he shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to go to the grocery store some time so I can point stuff out to you.”

“Sure. Shall we go now?” Matty asked, getting himself up.

Jake chuckled, looked at his watch, and saw that he did indeed have an hour or so to spare. “Sure,” he smiled. “Why not?”

Jake wondered whether Matty would keep in touch with him once his massive compensation payout came through and he was able to get his own place. Although things had improved massively in the last few weeks, he couldn’t expect Matty to have the same fondness for him given that, in his mind, they had only lived together for a few months.

“I’m heading to the grocery store after the gym if you want me to pick anything up for you?” he asked, filling up his water bottle in the sink.

“Sure,” Matty nodded. “Can you get me a couple more boxes of that stuff?” he pointed at the now empty sugary breakfast cereal box he’d left on the side.

Jake had gotten good at biting his tongue. There was no nutritional value in the cereal Matty was after and, besides that, he could have sworn he’d only bought the last box for him yesterday. “Sure,” he nodded. “Anything else?”

Matty thought some more and began texting him a list which Jake scrolled through a couple of minutes later. It was as if Matty’s food choices had regressed to the point that it was a menu put together by a six-year old child: beige foods, high in sugar, high in carbohydrates, and even higher saturates. “I’ll sort it,” Jake nodded, heading out the door without comment.

Annoyingly, Boring Ben was parked up on the couch upon Jake’s return a couple of hours later. Matty rose to his feet, delighting in the fact that Jake had managed to find everything he had requested; ripping open a box of cookies and heading back to the couch.

Jake frowned, noticing Ben giving him a disapproving sideways glance as he continued to unpack and restock the refrigerator. He got it: Ben was never going to like him all that much. After all, he was a handsome guy who just so happened to be living with his boyfriend. There was bound to be more than just a little jealousy and insecurity at play.

“I need you to stop enabling Matty to pig out on all this stuff,” Ben stated, getting up to speak to Jake in the kitchen area once Matty had disappeared to the bathroom. “It’s not good for him.”

With limited patience for Ben and his dire warnings about cavities, Jake merely rolled his eyes. Ben had always had an attitude with him, no doubt inherited from Matty’s mother, who had labelled him a ‘bad influence’ on her son. If only she had known how ironic that idea was…

“I agree,” Jake nodded. “But he’s a grown man. I’m not going to tell him what he can and can’t eat.”

“You don’t have to buy everything he asks you for though,” Ben shot back, swinging open one cupboard door to see that, inside, it was loaded with all the things they both knew Matty would gnaw through in no time at all. “You can see it’s all having an impact on him.”

Jake frowned again. What a stupid way to put it! “You mean you don’t like him looking a little chubby?” he asked, his tone loaded with disapproval. He knew what Ben was getting at. With all Jake’s muscles and lean physique, there was no way for him to deny that he had educated himself well about nutrition. Enough to know that Matty’s diet was only ever going to have one inevitable consequence. “I thought you two were soul mates?” he parroted back at the lame guy who had never failed to make him cringe. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now that he’s getting little love handles?” he asked, almost gleefully.

“It’s not nice to see anyone getting out of shape,” Ben diplomatically answered.

“Well, if you don’t like it, that’s a conversation you’re going to have to have with Matty yourself. I’m not getting involved,” Jake declared, raising both his palms to show that he was done with this debate. Finally finished in the kitchen, he headed back into his room to finish his book, away from the cliched, straight romantic comedy movie that Ben had put on the TV.

Jake was about a chapter away from the end when he heard tense voices sounding from the lounge. If only that damn movie hadn’t been so loud, he might have been able to make out more of what was being said. As it was, it was only when he heard the apartment door slam shut that he realised things had gotten so bad that Ben had actually left.

“Everything alright?” Jake gingerly asked, peeping out of his bedroom, but not committing to stepping out entirely, just in case he wasn’t wanted.

“Yeah, fine,” Matty replied, despite his flustered face; slouching on the couch and sipping his can of soda. His stomach looked as bloated as Jake had ever seen it, pressing unflatteringly against the material of his t-shirt; the coffee table loaded with the discarded packaging of much of what Jake had picked up from the supermarket only an hour earlier. “I’m just sick of people expecting me to still be that perfect Matty from before the accident. I thought Ben understood who I was now, but he’s just holding onto the image of what I looked like when we were first properly introduced.”

Jake sighed. He was too invested now to be able to walk away. He stepped inside and dropped down on the couch, seeing that Matty needed someone to offload to. “You know, the old Matty really wasn’t as perfect as you’re imagining,” he smiled, appreciating how hard it must have felt for Matty to live up to the idolised man everyone had made him out to be. “I could tell you some stories…”

“Oh, please don’t!” Matty shot back irritably. “I’m sick of hearing about him.”

“Fair enough,” Jake smiled.

“I just want to bury the old Matty. I’m sick of people recognising me and expecting me to know who they are,” he explained, rubbing his distended stomach as he did so.

“That’s fair enough,” Jake nodded, strangely captivated by the movement of Matty’s hand; a small spark of electricity starting to crackle in his groin.

“Do you know, you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like they’re just waiting for the old Matty to come back,” he complained bitterly.

“Well, that still took me some time to get used to,” Jake nodded, agreeing completely with him. “I think people are starting to realise now that your memories are unlikely to return. They’ll have no choice but to accept you as you are now.”

“And what if they don’t like me as much anymore?” Matty asked.

Perhaps it was instinct, or maybe it was the blood pumping south, but Jake found himself picking up a lone doughnut from the table and handing it to Matty. “Then, fuck them!” he declared, smiling brightly. “Just be your own version of you.”

Matty smiled and nodded, taking a bite happily. “Are you sticking around?” he asked, lifting the TV remote as if to continue the movie.

“Sure,” Jake replied. “I’m not watching this shit though,” he laughed.

“Oh, I know!” Matty chuckled back, seeming delighted to get it off the screen. “Ben has the worst choice in movies!” he declared, throwing the remote to Jake instead. “Let’s see if you can do better!”

Jake raised his eyebrows, accepting the challenge. “Prepare to be amazed!”

Thankfully, Boring Ben had been retired to the history books after that night. As the months progressed and no further developments had been made on Matty’s compensation claim, Jake knew that Matty was eating through the unemployment insurance he’d taken out, in more ways than one. He’d continued to gain weight, particularly in his stomach area. The speed of it was quite remarkable, Jake had seen it all before of course, but never in someone who wasn’t purposefully trying to fatten himself up. Then again, sometimes Jake convinced himself that fattening up was exactly what Matty was trying to do to himself. With his fuller face, he’d been delighted to head out to the grocery store and not be noticed by people. His lawyer had also seemed pleased, according to Matty; upping the expected payout figure each time she saw him.

In reality, Jake knew he was just projecting his kinks onto poor Matty. Having chosen to leave the old version of his friend in the past, Jake had decided against telling the guy about all the kinky things they used to get up to together. Rather than bringing guys home, Jake had gotten used to going to their place instead. But, without Matty there, the dynamic was entirely different. Now he had to play both ‘good cop’ and ‘bad cop’. Matty had been so good at pushing those fatties to eat; the thrill he had gotten from seeing them reach the extremes of greed was always a delight to see. But now Jake was going solo, and the experiences seemed less and less memorable each time. Besides, some days it was more erotic just to be at home…

With no job to speak of, Matty spent his days playing video games or watching crappy daytime TV. One simple look in the trash or recycling and it was easy to track what he was eating. The sugars, the carbs and saturates, they were all far too extreme. Matty's softer middle began sprouting outwards under his still visible pecs. Shapely and rounded, his belly was everything Jake had always loved about seeing a former jock gain weight; the man’s glutes and thighs still sturdy enough to carry it all around with ease. Before the accident, Matty had never worn a shirt around the house. Afterwards, he had covered himself up all the time. Now, however, an emerging confidence in his body was evident once more.

“Do you want any of these?” Matty asked, systematically placing almost every item of clothing he owned on the couch.

“You’re getting rid of it all?” Jake asked, alarmed by the sudden, drastic clearout.

A pot-bellied Matty nodded, picking up one of the stylish shirts the old him had loved. “They don’t really feel like me,” he pondered aloud. “Plus, hardly any of them fit me any more,” he shrugged, patting his protrusive paunch without any hint of remorse.

Jake nodded, understanding completely. The new Matty was more of a sweatpants and baggy t-shirts guy. Without work to go to each day, he didn’t own anything smart or figure-hugging. He didn’t care so much about how he came across, and he was more than happy to strut about the apartment with his stomach out; that delightful, rounded paunch on full display.

“I’ll take it all,” Jake smiled, knowing that so much of it would look great on him. However, it didn’t pass him by that this was quite a momentous moment for his roommate. Matty wasn’t looking to lose weight anytime soon. All that beautiful new chub on his body was seemingly here to stay.

“What happened to the other stud you used to hang out with?” asked one rotund guy a few weeks later, as Jake unpacked all the fattening treats he had brought along to stuff him with.

“Oh, you mean, Matty,” Jake nodded. “He actually just came into a lot of money,” he explained, grabbing a large serving bowl from the cupboard. “There was a compensation case against a gas station company which he’s just wrapped up. It’s pretty cool actually,” he continued, deciding not to elaborate any further about the accident than that. “He’s a pretty clever guy. He’s invested it all and will most likely never need to work ever again. But, as for all the feedism stuff…” Jake shrugged. “He gave it up.”

“He gave it up?” laughed the older man, greedily eying everything Jake had brought along. “Just like that?” he asked in disbelief. “But he was such a kinky little fucker! I’ve never been stuffed as hard as when he was the one pushing it all in!”

Jake chuckled at that. Matty certainly used to be a hard taskmaster. He’d loved witnessing the extremes of gluttony and felt it his duty to stretch out the stomachs of the fatties they had fucked as much as possible. Jake remembered how horny Matty would get, even in the grocery store, as they picked up every fattening treat they planned to push into their fatties’ mouths. “He’s just not into it anymore,” Jake shrugged, keen to move on as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his startlingly strong torso.

The gainer looked pleased at the sight, his eyes dewy with lust. “That surprises me,” he continued, despite the distraction. “A kink like his doesn’t disappear into thin air. Believe me, I tried! Twenty years I attempted to deny the fact that I just want to be a huge hog!” he nodded, picking up his large, sagging stomach and jiggling it proudly. 

Jake took his cue, sliding his hand over the blubbery tummy and kissing the guy, excited to begin their evening together. Still, however, the guy’s words stuck in Jake’s mind. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps a kink like Matty’s didn’t just disappear. Perhaps it was just expressing itself in some other way? That thought was fairly thrilling…

Just like he’d done for months, Jake knew that when he came that evening, he wouldn’t be thinking about the fatty in front of him; it would be the image of Matty and his extra 75lbs of pure fat that would penetrate every one of his thoughts, building his arosal until he finally orgasmed, deep inside this hog’s ass.

A few more weeks went by before it happened. With a network outage at the offices, Jake had sent his team home to work for the afternoon. It hadn’t occurred to him to give Matty the heads up that he would be back early. He simply strolled into the apartment to hear music blaring, with Matty sitting in his chair in front of the TV screen. 

With his back to the door, Matty had yet to notice Jake’s arrival. He was eating something, discarded packaging and full bottles of soda filling up the coffee table at his feet. However, it was the manner in which he was eating that first struck Jake as being srange: speedy, full bites, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Down went the bottle of soda in impressive giant gulps, then, back the man went to gorging himself on even more. Matty was masturbating; Jake could tell by the rapid movement of his shoulder and arm.

Not usually one to be clumsy, the sight of Matty had captured Jake’s attention so much that he partially missed the counter as he tried to put his bag down, sending it crashing onto the floor.

Immediately alerted, Matty turned around, his mouth smeared with chocolate sauce. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted, his eyes wide and immediately reaching down for the underwear around his feet.

“Don’t mind me!” Jake called over, theatrically covering his eyes as he made his way across the space and towards his bedroom. “You carry on! I don’t want to disturb!”

Jake’s heart was pounding as he closed the door behind him. He looked down at his crotch, seeing that his boner was already pressing against the material of his black dress pants. “Fuck!” he whispered to himself in horny disbelief. Every kinky fantasy he had ever had about Matty staying at home all day had just come true. There was no denying that he had just witnessed that guy getting off on stuffing himself stupid with food. No wonder Matty's stomach had been blossoming with such speed in recent months!

Jake ran his hands through his hair and paced about his bedroom, not knowing what he should do. He yanked off his tie and gave himself some more room to breathe around his neck. “Fuck!” he marvelled again, hardly believing everything he had just seen. Gazing at himself in the mirror, he saw his large, powerful chest rising up and down. He’d never experienced lust quite as all consuming as this before. His brain had left the building.

Matty was leaning over the kitchen sink, cleaning up his mouth when Jake came out of his room moments later. Dressed in only a pair of sweat pants, the man’s love handles had never looked curvier; the formerly muscular glutes developing a width to them that was almost too exciting to believe. Jake took a seat at the breakfast bar, trying to act casual and style the conversation out. “Are these any good?” he asked, pointing to the new brand of doughnuts Matty had bought and almost completely consumed that afternoon.

Matty turned around, clearly still embarrassed. He sighed and slowly made eye contact with Jake. “Sorry about that,” he pointed at the chair he had been sitting in; his pump bottle of lubricant still on the coffee table. “I’ve actually decided it’s time that I moved out.”

Jake held back his alarm, deciding it was best to play it cool. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly. “Why? Because I caught you jerking off?” he asked, as if it was the most ridiculous reasoning he had ever heard.

Matty didn’t respond; his mortified face still saying it all.

“You act like I’ve never seen your dick before!” Jake pressed on. “Back before the accident, you and I used to jerk each other off all the time!”

“We did?” Matty asked, his eyes wide. “Seriously?”

“Of course!” Jake nodded. “Two horny guys sharing an apartment together… You wouldn’t believe some of the things we used to get up to!”

“Well, I don’t remember any of that,” Matty mumbled, as if disbelieving what Jake was telling him. “I think you’re just saying that to try and make me feel better.”

Jake grinned. “Fine,” he nodded, standing up and taking a seat, slouching in the middle of the couch, spreading his strong thighs apart. “I guess we’ll need to even the score then.”

Matty followed him out of the kitchen area curiously. “What are you doing?” he asked, spotting Jake unclipping his belt. “You honestly don’t need to…”

But Jake had already fished out his hard dick and was stroking it. “See?” he smirked at Matty. “No big deal!”

Matty frowned, but an undeniable look of amusement made the corners of his mouth pick up. “You are so fucking crazy!” he chuckled, watching his friend stroking his own dick just to make him feel better. “All right! Fine!” he threw back. “I guess it was a bit of an overreaction to say I was moving out,” he nodded, plopping himself back in his chair, understanding that there were certain things he would never need to feel so embarrassed about in front of Jake.

“Good!” Jake smiled back, slipping his underwear back over his boner and resting his hands by his sides once more.

“It’s pretty weird though, isn't it?” Matty nodded at the coffee table, still littered with all the packaging from his feasting. “I just don’t understand why this all gets me so…” he shrugged, unsure how to finish his sentence.

“Insanley fucking horny?” Jake asked, smirking playfully. He stood up again, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it down on the couch behind him. Then he pulled down his dress pants and stepped out of them, before kicking the coffee table out of the way and kneeling down at Matty’s feet. “I know exactly what’s happening to you,” he grinned, resting his hands on Matty’s knees.

“You do?” Matty replied, swallowing awkwardly as he clearly tried hard to keep his eyes fixed on his roommate’s face, and not let them wander down to the insane erection jutting out of Jake’s underwear.

“I understand it all better than you do,” Jake nodded, sliding his hands up and onto Matty’s fat pot-belly, stroking and rubbing it gently.

Matty’s breathing got heavier. His eyes misted over with lust and he threw his head back for a moment, briefly lost in the ecstasy of it all. 

“Do you want me to teach you why this feels so nice?” Jake asked, gently caressing Matty’s stomach as the guy slouched further into the chair for him, allowing Jake greater access to that beautifully soft and sensitive under-belly skin.

“Yeah,” Matty mumbled; his dick already pushing up the material of his sweat pants.

Jake leaned in and kissed Matty’s belly several times, making the man moan softly. Then Jake took his fingers to the sides of Matty’s stomach, getting a good handle on the skin and gently bouncing the blubber teasingly.

Matty’s jaw lowered and an involuntary moan of arousal rose out of him as he felt the wobbling of all the lard that had invaded his waistline.

“Do you want to learn why this is so unbelievably sexy for you?” Jake asked now, raising one of his hands up to flutter the soft, saggier area that had once been Matty’s pec.

Matty nodded, then shifted to pull his sweatpants and underwear down from underneath him, unashamed to show how raging his erection was as it thrusted upwards, closer to Jake’s face.

Jake smirked, reached behind him, and pullied out one of the large cookies left over from Matty’s feast, bringing it closer towards the guy’s mouth. “Open up, Fat Boy…” he whispered seductively.

Matty smiled broadly. He looked gratefully at his roommate, knowing that he was in safe hands. Then, his obedient, greedy mouth widened and he moaned once again as the sugary underside of the cookie hit his moist tongue. He watched keenly as Jake’s free hand pumped the lubricant into it, then gently moved across to give him even more of a treat. His whole body jolted as Jake’s large hand encased the shaft and began stroking it up and down with the lightest of touches.

“Oh…fuck!” Matty gasped, unsure how long he would be able to last with such treatment. “This feels so…”

Jake nodded, not needing Matty to say a word. “And we’re only just getting started…” he grinned, pressing the next cookie deeper into Matty’s gluttonous mouth.

Matty may have lost all his previous memories. But, at long last, he was the feeder fat remembered.

[reverack]

how were you able to gain so much weight so quick?

I get this question asked a lot, so this will probably be the last time I answer them, but you’re in luck bc this is the perfect excuse to talk about my journey 😈

In January of this year, I was 136 lbs and I hated being thin so I decided to bulk up and become muscular (this was the original plan)

I was eating 3000 cal a day which was normal because it was a clean bulk. but I got impatient and then decided to dirty bulk in April. I was 146 lbs and by the second week of May I was already 179lbs. I thought my gaining pace was normal 😅 until I kept hearing that I was insane.

In June is when the comments really start to come in and my clothes are feeling very tight. I was a hard procrastinator, so I was still wearing my small shirts, even though they barely fit me and was squeezing into my sweats. And in that same month I finally hit the 200s. At this point I’m eating 6k to 7k cal a day, I also stopped working out. I became even lazier to try and avoid burning unnecessary calories.

August was a dud, because I was recovering from wisdom tooth surgery. But once I recovered, in the beginning of September, I got back to business and decided to go even more intense. I now eat 8 cosmic brownies a day, 2 500 cal dinners(which I wanna make 1k) and at night I would eat 3.5k cal before bed, no wonder I gained so fast. Look how I let myself go…Should I keep going? 😵‍💫

[growinghimbo]

Proper progression of a true exjock turned insatiable gainer boy

[feedmyman500]

Yes you should!

[broaderstrokes]

Candid fatness. My arms are getting big.

[feedmyman500]

The need to cuddle is strong with this one.

[broaderstrokes]

Candid fatness. My arms are getting big.

[feedmyman500]

The need to cuddle is strong with this one.

[doctorbelly]

Nine Odd Tricks to Maximize Your Weight Gain

Hello gainers of all shapes and sizes. Today’s post is about tricks you can use to maximize your weight gain. From lighting to subliminal messaging to your plate size and color, I’m going to teach you how to trick yourself into getting fat. This post makes references to psychological, chemical, biological and historical studies, all impacting weight gain, and makes it easy to digest. Let’s get right into it!

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[feedmyman500]

Now this is one cute obese guy. 😍

[tugnutbear]

[bigbellyboiz]

Huge-bellied cowboy.

[feedmyman500]

Reposting this in hopes we see more of him! ❤️‍🔥

[growinboy]

The difference 100 lbs makes

[feedmyman500]

From small and tan to Huge and pale… 😍

[beeftoobese]

i’m ballooning

[toomanytimtams]

Very Fatmass 🎅

[feedmyman500]

Sharing this so you’ll be in my page forever. That way I can still find your content. …and because your beautiful.

[roaminghog]

Feedin’ Time

[feeder86]

Safety Word

Married life was not all it was cracked up to be. Cal grumbled, thinking to himself that he had become something he had never wanted to be. He was a boring, overworked and under-stimulated thirty-five year old, lacking in the thrills that had made his twenties far more entertaining. He and his husband, Luke, had allowed the date nights to slide, the chores to rule their lives, and the sex to become more predictable than a 1980s sitcom. But it hadn’t always been this way. They had once been a rather kinky couple: sex outdoors, exploring kinks and even dabbling in some fairly extreme domination games. Cal thought back to the days when the handcuffs were never too far out of reach and when they could hardly keep their hands off each other.

Back then, Luke had carrying a few extra pounds. He’d had a cute dad-bod shape to him. It was something Luke was more into than he would easily admit. As part of their exploration of kinks, the guy had wanted to be fed and teased about how chubby he was looking. They’d even established their own safety word for when they were doing this. Cal had chosen it, selecting the word ‘diet’ because it amused him how greedy his husband could be. If either of them began to feel uncomfortable during these feeding sessions, all they would have to say was that one word and the whole scenario ended. Not that it ever got that far. Of course, that had been before Luke’s father got sick and the guy had lost the most of the weight through the stress of it all. Sex seemed to drift off the agenda, but marriage had been the final nail in that coffin. Most people would be grateful for having such a slender and handsome husband; but one who hardly ever put out? Surely that wasn’t anyone’s idea of married bliss. What lay ahead now? Forty more years of harmless spooning, until they lost the will to live? Cal didn’t think he could handle that.

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[burpsinn-deactivated20210125]

‘You can stop sucking in now, that gut isn’t hiding from anyone’

😅

[burpsinn-deactivated20210125]

Update Sept. 2020, lets make this a monthly update because holy growing gut 😳

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October! 😬

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Annnndddd November, belly peekaboo 👀

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The belly can no longer be contained, December!

[burpsinn-deactivated20210125]

January 2021 update: Sad news everyone, my moobs have grown so much that I can no longer get the shirt past my belly button. F’s in the chat, tots and pwayers

[gainerbf]

New profile, same outgrown shirt update. February with a bonus:

[gainerbf]

I feel like an inflatable balloon when I do this now 😂 March 2021 update:

[gainerbf]

April 2021 update: it’s a crop top now 😅

[gainerbf]

Annnnnnd here we are, May 2021. Fatter than ever and closing in on 50 pounds gained since I started

[gainerbf]

June 2021. Seriously this shirt has a month or two left tops.

[gainerbf]

July 2021: just a lil update. Sadly this shirt is a bra now. I know. My moobs look great in it. August marks the 1 year anniversary since I started this thread. It will be retiring. I know very sad but it’s time to retire this shirt. I reached my goal of blowing the fuck up and making it look comically small. So here is the July update and then one last hurrah in August. It’s been a long, fattening ride ✌️

[gainerbf]

Final Update August 2021. Well folks it has been a long fattening ride but this shirt is officially retired due to the fact that it is an absolute pain in the ass to squeeze my big body into. I do have another thread planned that will be similar to this don’t you worry. So here it is. From the first time I put it on

To the last time I’ll put it on

Glad yall enjoyed this thread so much. Without it idk if I would have been able to get this big so ❤️

[illmakeyoubiggerinreallife]

600lb+ goals

There are so many folks looking to gain weight etc but how many legitimately want to be 600lb+? I’m not talking fantasy. I’m talking IRL and all the thing s that come with it.

Reblog if you’re looking to be truely supersized.

Reblog if you’re also wanting a partner that’s truely supersized.

Let’s get everyone together for a common goal.

[superchubly]

Emphatically reblogging

[pablogainer]

Lets do this

[growinboy]

TBT. When an eggnog funnel bong went horribly wrong. I got about half in my stomach when the tube slipped out of my mouth, haha.

[feedmyman500]

I don’t know if that’s milk or soap… but either way it’s something I’d be willing to clean off with more than my hands.

[feedmyman500]

The light at the end of a never ending hunger.

Inspiration image by @thatonebigcub and yes he’s bigger now… so I added a lot more hang! Drawn with my new I pad using only the glow of the fridge to guide me!

I’d love to one day photograph him in person for an even better one!