⢠1 ripe avocado (for extra creaminess and healthy fats)
⢠Handful of almonds or walnuts (~30g)
⢠Optional add-ins for extra extremes:
⢠2â3 raw eggs or egg whites (if you tolerate them)
⢠2 tbsp cocoa powder or chocolate syrup
⢠A scoop of Greek yogurt or heavy whipping cream
⢠Frozen berries for flavor without much volume
Instructions
1. Blend the oats into a fine powder first (this prevents grittiness).
2. Add the milk, protein powder, peanut butter, bananas, avocado, honey, oil, and nuts. Blend on high until smooth.
3. Add the ice cream last and pulse blend to keep it thick and creamy (donât over-blend if you like chunks).
4. Pour into a massive shaker or bowl. Itâll be like a thick milkshake â eat with a spoon if itâs too dense!
Pro tip: Chill everything beforehand and use a high-powered blender (like a Vitamix) to handle the volume. This makes about 1.5â2 liters of shake.
Approximate Macros & Calories Breakdown
⢠Milk (1L whole): ~600â650 cal
⢠Protein powder (4 scoops): ~400â600 cal
⢠Peanut butter (200g): ~1,200 cal
⢠Bananas (4): ~400â450 cal
⢠Oats (100g): ~380 cal
⢠Ice cream (500ml): ~500â600 cal
⢠Honey/oil/avocado/nuts: 400â600+ cal
Total: Easily 2,000â2,500+ calories. You can tweak portions up or down. ďżź
Warnings & Advice
This is extreme â donât chug these daily without a plan. Pair with strength training to gain muscle, not just fat. Stay hydrated, monitor how your body feels, and consult a doctor or nutritionist if you have any health conditions (e.g., dairy intolerance, high cholesterol). Start smaller if a full batch feels overwhelming.
Flavor variations: Swap bananas for strawberries, add Nutella instead of plain PB, or go chocolate overload with extra cocoa. Enjoy the gains! đŞ
The dorm room at Riverdale University was a cluttered haven of textbooks, empty energy drink cans, and the low pulse of lo-fi music from a laptop. Late Novemberâs chill lingered outside, but the radiator made the small space stifling. Noah, a lean biology major with dark curls and a tendency to overthink, sprawled on his bed, half-reading notes. Lucas, his blond, broad-shouldered kinesiology-major roommate, lounged across from him, exuding easy confidence. Their friendship, over a year strong, was a rhythm of shared meals, late-night laughs, and pranks. But tonight, fueled by exam stress and a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka Lucas had smuggled in, the air crackled with tension.
âDude, you ever wonder what itâd be like to just⌠let loose?â Lucasâs voice cut through the music, low and teasing, blue eyes glinting.
Noah glanced up, brow furrowed. âWhat?â
Lucas leaned back, hands behind his head, T-shirt riding up to reveal toned abs. âSomething wild. No consequences. Just feels good.â
Noahâs cheeks warmed, but he played it cool. âLike stealing the mascot costume again?â
Lucasâs laugh was warm, his gaze intense. âNah. Something real. Something⌠raw.â
The vodka loosened their tongues, spiraling the conversation into crushes, fantasies, secrets. The room shrank, the space between them electric. Lucasâs knee brushed Noahâs on the narrow bed, and neither pulled away. Lucasâs hand found Noahâs thigh, igniting a spark that burned away hesitation. Noahâs breath hitched as Lucas leaned in, their lips crashing in a hungry, vodka-fueled kiss.
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Lucasâs hands roamed Noahâs lean frame, rough and sure, guiding him onto the bed. Noahâs heart pounded as Lucasâs cock, hard and thick, pressed against him. Lucas took control, lips trailing down Noahâs neck, hands spreading his thighs. Noah moaned as Lucasâs fingers teased his ass, slick with spit, preparing him. The first thrust was slow, Lucasâs cock filling him, stretching him, the sensation raw and electric. Noah clutched the sheets, body arching, every nerve alive as Lucas moved faster, deeper, their breaths syncing in a primal rhythm. When Lucas came, his cum hot and pulsing inside Noah, it triggered Noahâs release, spilling across his stomach. They collapsed, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, Lucasâs grin lazy and satisfied.
As Noah caught his breath, a strange warmth spread through his coreânot just the afterglow, but a deep, visceral pressure in his gut. He brushed it off as nerves or vodka, but something felt different.
â¨The next morning, Noah woke with a throbbing head and shuffled to the bathroom. His reflection stopped him cold: his face was softer, cheeks fuller, jawline blurred. The scale read 175 pounds, up from his usual 160. âWhat the fuck?â he muttered, trying again. Same number. His jeans dug into his hips, denim snug across his thighs, T-shirt clinging to a soft curve at his stomach. Panic surged. Heâd been meticulousâlean proteins, veggies, no binges. Fifteen pounds overnight was impossible.
Lucas was out for his morning run, so Noah headed to class alone, hyper-aware of his heavier steps, thighs brushing together. At the dining hall, his appetite was feral. He piled his tray with pizza, fries, and a milkshake, devouring it all, the gut pressure easing into euphoric fullness. That night, Lucas returned, sweaty and radiant. âYou good?â he asked, noticing Noahâs unease.
Lucas smirked, skeptical. âYou look fine, man. Stress, probably.â But when Lucasâs hand grazed Noahâs arm, that electric heat flared, and Noahâs resolve crumbled. They were kissing before he could think, Lucas tugging off Noahâs too-tight shirt, revealing his softened belly. Noah dropped to his knees, eager, sucking Lucasâs cock with a hunger that surprised them both. Lucas groaned, fingers in Noahâs curls, guiding him until he came, his cum flooding Noahâs mouth, thick and warm. Noah swallowed, the act addictive, the warmth spreading again. They moved to the bed, Lucas fucking him hard, each thrust driving Noah wild, his body craving more even as the gut pressure grew. When it was over, Noah felt heavier, sated but unsettled.
The scale read 190 the next morning.
Over the next week, Noahâs life unraveled. Each encounter with Lucasâfrantic, cock-driven nightsâleft him heavier. By weekâs end, he was 220 pounds. His jeans wouldnât button; sweatpants strained at the seams. His shirts stretched tight across his chest, his once-flat stomach now a soft, jiggly belly. His face was puffy, a double chin forming. Walking to class was exhausting; his thighs chafed, and he was breathless after one flight of stairs. Lecture hall desks pinched his hips, and he caught classmatesâ whispers in the dining hall. His biology professor, Dr. Hensley, asked if he was âfeeling okay.â Noah mumbled excusesâstress, medicationâbut he knew the truth: Lucasâs cum was doing this, some impossible, hyper-fattening magic. The thought was absurd, but the evidence was undeniable.
Worse, Noah craved it. The rational part of him screamed to stop, to lose the weight, to figure out why this was happening. He tried cutting calories, hitting the gym, but nothing worked. The weight clung, and the hunger for Lucas grew. Every kiss, every suck, every thrust fed an addiction he couldnât explain. It wasnât just physicalâLucasâs touch made him feel alive, desired, whole. Each night, Noah would beg for more, Lucasâs cock filling his mouth or ass, the cum triggering that warm, heavy rush that left him both sated and ravenous.
â¨By early December, Noah was 280 pounds. His daily life was unrecognizable. Getting out of bed took effort, his mattress creaking under his bulk. Showering was a chore; the dormâs narrow stall felt claustrophobic, his belly brushing the walls. He avoided social events, dreading stares, and skipped classes when he could, hiding in the dorm with delivery pizza and Netflix. Lucas, still fit and unaffected, seemed oblivious to the cause but noticed Noahâs changes. âYouâre looking⌠cozy,â he teased one night, poking Noahâs belly playfully. Noah flushed, torn between embarrassment and a thrill at the attention.
Their encounters grew more intense. One night, Lucas pinned Noah to the bed, his hands gripping Noahâs softened hips, cock teasing his ass before thrusting deep. Noah moaned, his belly jiggling with each movement, the sensation heightened by his growing bulk. Lucasâs cum filled him, the warmth spreading faster, more intense, as Noah came hard, his own cock trapped against his heavy stomach. The addiction deepened, Noah begging for Lucasâs cum nightly, swallowing it or taking it inside, each load pushing his weight higher.
â¨Christmas break loomed, and Noah dreaded it. At 300 pounds, he was returning home, where his family would see his transformation. More terrifying was three weeks without Lucasâa dry spell that could break him. The night before he left, they fucked with desperate intensity. Lucasâs cock drove into Noahâs ass, his hands gripping Noahâs thick thighs, cum flooding him as Noah trembled, the warmth overwhelming. The next morning, the scale confirmed 300 pounds. Noah barely recognized himself: his face round, neck swallowed by rolls, belly a massive dome hanging over his waistband, thighs wobbly. Packing was a nightmare; he resorted to oversized hoodies and stretchy joggers from a big-and-tall store.
At home, his familyâs shock was palpable. His mom suggested doctors and diets, his dad made awkward jokes about âcollege weight.â Noah retreated to his bedroom, binging on holiday treatsâcookies, pies, lasagnaâto dull the gnawing ache for Lucas. The cravings were relentless, food a poor substitute. He texted Lucas constantly, each flirty reply fueling his need. By the end of the break, heâd gained another 30 pounds, hitting 330. His childhood bed groaned, and he avoided family photos, ashamed of how his body spilled over chairs.
The night before returning to Riverdale, Noah lay awake, consumed by thoughts of Lucasâs cock, his cum, the rush. He texted Lucas, fingers trembling: *Miss you. Need you.* Lucasâs reply was instant: *Same, man. Dormâs too quiet.*
Back at Riverdale, Noahâs cravings exploded. Seeing Lucas, lean and grinning, ignited a feral need. They barely spoke before Noah was on his knees, sucking Lucasâs cock with desperate hunger, swallowing every drop of cum. Lucas fucked him after, Noahâs massive belly pressed against the bed, each thrust sending ripples through his flesh. The scale read 350 pounds the next morning. Noahâs body felt foreign yet thrilling, his addiction stronger than ever.
â¨By February, Noah was 400 pounds. Daily life was a struggle. Walking across campus was a marathon, his breath short, sweat beading. He switched to online classes, unable to fit in lecture hall seats. His dorm bed sagged, and heâd broken a dining hall chair, the humiliation burning. Eating became a ritualâpizzas, burgers, gallons of ice creamâto chase the high Lucasâs cum provided. Their sex was relentless: Lucasâs cock in Noahâs mouth, cum coating his throat, or deep in his ass, each load adding pounds. Noahâs belly grew massive, his thighs thick, his arms heavy with fat.
Lucas remained attentive, his hands lingering on Noahâs softened body, teasing, âYouâre all mine.â Noah tried once to stop, skipping a night with Lucas to diet, but the withdrawalâshakes, sweats, a clawing hungerâwas unbearable. By midnight, he was begging, tears in his eyes, Lucasâs cock filling him as the warmth returned.
The conflict tore at Noah. Heâd stare at old photos, his lean frame a memory, vowing to stop. But the addiction was stronger. Lucasâs cum was his drug, each load a hit that made the weight feel⌠right. He stopped going to the gym, stopped checking the scale, stopped caring about stares. All that mattered was Lucasâs touch, the cum, the rush.
â¨By April, Noah hit 500 pounds. He was barely mobile, his days spent in the dorm, propped on pillows, surrounded by takeout containers. His belly dominated, a heavy mass spilling across his lap, making tasks like tying shoes impossible. His face was buried in rolls, his chest heavy. Getting up took minutes, each movement laborious. Lucas helped, bringing food, adjusting pillows, his affection unwavering. But Noah saw worry in his eyes, a flicker of guilt they didnât address.
Their sex adapted to Noahâs size. Lucas would climb over his bulk, cock sliding into Noahâs mouth or ass, the act slower but no less intense. Noah craved every drop, the warmth fueling his surrender. Heâd given up fighting, the addiction his world.
â¨By May, Noah was immobile at nearly 600 pounds. The dorm bed was reinforced, paid for by Lucasâs job earnings. Noahâs body was a landscape of rolls, his belly pinning him in place. He relied on Lucas for everythingâfood, water, hygiene. The addiction had won. Each encounter added pounds, Lucasâs cum a constant craving. Lucas stayed, loyal despite the strain, bringing trays of food, sitting for hours, their connection deeper yet heavier.
Noahâs life shrank to the dorm. He dropped out of in-person classes, grades slipping, friends gone, family calls dodged. But surrender brought peace. Heâd fought and lost. This was who he wasâimmobile, dependent, consumed by want. As Lucasâs hand rested on his massive side, Noah knew heâd never go back.
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