chubby teddy bear

[isaiahpsa420]

This is my big chubby hungry fatty greedy fat fuck cum pig friend and loves to be fucked and fed like a big fat pig he loves to be exposed and humiliated and calling him fat names even on Facebook is garren tenorio and post them on there my fatty greedy piggy

[cutelittlthingy-deactivated2022]

How to become massive

This will be a quick overview over how to become massive. This will be a rather scientific approach on how to increase white adipose tissue growth (i.e., fat gain), slow down metabolism and decrease muscle gain.

The 10 commandments:

1. Have a high-carb and low-protein breakfast. This will keep you hungry during the day.

2. Don't have breakfast within the first hour after waking, so your body will be more likely to store energy in the form of fat.

3. Try to build the majority of your diet on carbs. Carbs are highly likely to turn into fat, while proteins and fats are less likely. This is because they trigger a different hormonal response

4. Don't consume too much garlic, caffeine, green tea and spinach, since they contain nutrients that will increase fat burn

5. Fruits are fine, they can actually help you gain weight because of insoline spikes

6. Rest 15-30 minutes before eating. This is so your muscle cells close and don't absorb/burn much of the energy

7. Don't shower or bathe cold, don't swim regularly and put on warm clothes during winter. Cold exposure not only burns a lot of calories, your body will actually form brown fat tissue, which is a kind of fat designed to burn fat for warmth

8. Dig into dairy products and white grains (e.g., wheat-products) for an increase in fat gain

9. Have 2-3 high-calorie meals during the day and add snacks in-between as you wish.

10. Sweetness is your friend, no matter if sugar or artificial sweeteners

Following these 10 commandments will make it almost impossible to not gain weight. Combine this with a lot of stuffing and a high caloric excess (e.g., eating 5000+ calories per day) and you will presumably be putting on several pounds per week.

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[isaiahpsa420]

Hello chubby bear gaining gainer, will you let me get you bloated

mmmmm fuck yes I'd love that very much making me fatter and fatter

[hamasumo]

[gayfatpigslob]

YOUR TROPHY HUSBAND BECAME A FAT SLOB ON THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR HONEYMOON

[chubbyexpress-deactivated202405]

[gayfatpigslob]

SLOB CAN GET AWAY WITH WALKING AROUND LIKE THIS IN PUBLIC

[hamasumo]

[gayfatpigslob]

YOU REGRET SAYING “MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE” NOW THE SLOB IS SHIRTLESS AND YOU OBEY HIS EVERY COMMAND

[xenoxephyr]

Golden Handcuffs

This is a story that I wrote for a buddy of mine. Hopefully you all like it as much as he did!

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It had started with a single message on a website. The message itself was harmless, but the intentions behind it were far from that. Bruce had opened it with the same casual clicking with which he had already opened 30 other messages that day. Despite the toll of time that it took, Bruce saw it as sort of a duty to answer all the messages that he received on the site. Something struck him about this particular message, however, for the subject line, usually left blank, was filled in with the words: “A Weighty Proposal.” His curiosity piqued, Bruce began to read the message, his excitement growing as particular words seem top jump right on the screen: …great gaining…moderately wealthy…love to help with food expenses. A knotted feeling began to take hold of Bruce’s stomach as he began to think about accepting aide from this stranger.

He began to think about how hard he had been trying for the past year to gain weight. Despite having made some appreciable progress, Bruce still wanted more. At 6’7” and the scale reading just over 300 pounds, Bruce was not small by normal standards, but by his own he felt incredibly tiny. And so he ate, and ate, and ate. Multiple trips to McDonalds a day was now commonplace, but even considering the affordable faire, money was still a little tight. Having someone to supply food for him would come as a great boon, even if it did seem a little salacious in nature. And so Bruce typed his address and clicked the button labelled “Reply.” Leaning back from the desk, Bruce placed his hands on his beginner belly and began to rub it, absent-mindedly dreaming of the possibilities now available to him. He could almost see himself at his goal: a 500 pound tower of flab. He was snapped out of his reverie to the sound of his stomach rumbling.

“All of this sitting around has gone and got you hungry, huh?” he cooed to his belly.

Bruce pulled his truck up to the second window, accepting the bag of greasy food from the melancholy teen within. The smell was practically ecstatic anymore, his preference for fast food now nearly an addiction. The receipt, accounting for the 4 McChickens, large shake, large coke, and apple pie joined myriad others on the floorboards of the truck. And so began Bruce’s third meal that day as he drove, mouth constantly being stuffed with fast food, back to his apartment. Tossing the bag full of empty sandwich carcasses in the dumpster out front, he slowly sauntered to the door. A sudden glint in the limited light caught his eye as he went for the knob. A shiny black envelope had been wedged into knocker. Bruce grabbed the envelope, his greasy hands making the sleek paper feel all the more slick. Flipping open the envelope, he was created by the sight of a letter, handwritten in an elegant hand, and a gift card. Bruce eagerly read over the short note:

“Salutations,

                I take it this note finds you well and, perhaps, well-fed. I’m ever so glad that you decided to take me up on my offer to help with your gaining endeavor! As such, enclosed you will find a gift card to McDonalds (I seem to remember you mentioning that as your favorite). I have already loaded $50 onto it. See to it that you spend it well! After all, the sooner you spend it all, the sooner I can load another $50 onto it!

                                                                                                                                Have a splendid time feasting!”

Bruce’s jaw had dropped as he read, bunching up his modest amount of chin fat.

“Fif…fifty?!” he thought aloud, in shock. He had expected maybe enough for one meal, but the grandeur of this gentleman’s generosity was beginning to overwhelm him. He…he couldn’t except this…could he? Well…wouldn’t it be rude…not to? Bruce unlocked the door and walked up to his room. He stripped down, readying for bed. Watching himself in the mirror, he gave his moderate belly a quick jiggle, watching it undulate up and down. He knew he wanted for, and he knew that he would have a hard time affording it on his own. Maybe…maybe he should… Sliding into bed, Bruce decided that perhaps it would be something to think about in the morning.

The next day, as per usual, Bruce was pulling through the drive-thru. A heavy bag of hashbrowns, McMuffins, and McGridles was handed through the window by the usual morning fast food lackey, and Bruce, in turn, handed her the gift card. He had finally come around to the idea of taking the man up on his offer last night as he lay in bed. Staring up at the ceiling, Bruce slowly began to imagine that he was taking up the entire bed. He imagined that his body had grown so bloated with excess lard that every inch of the mattress was blanketed in blubber. He could almost actually feel the weight of his imaginary girth. It was at that moment that he could not stand it any longer, he immediately reached below the sheets and grabbed onto his already erect cock. Feeling his flab shake with each pump, he finally collapsed in bliss, the image of him a massive pile of blubber imprinted vividly in his psyche. The thought both aroused and terrified Bruce. While he loved the idea of one day becoming such a behemoth, the loss of certain extracurricular activities seemed too great a loss. He was, after all, a single man in his 20’s and jerking off was a regular event 3, 4, 5 times a day. He would take the man’s offer and ride it just as far as he could still reach.

The fast food tasted all the sweeter just for someone else paying for it, which was perfect considering that Bruce had taken it upon himself to double his usual order. The food disappeared nearly as fast as it had appeared, all of it having been deposited into his swollen belly before Bruce’s shoes hit the ground outside of the massage parlor where he worked. The work day was filled with thoughts about the next McDonald’s binge. Visions of McChickens and McNuggets were dancing in Bruce’s head as he took his usual lunch break, and, again, as he finished up his shift. By the time he collapsed at home on his bed, Bruce had ingested $30 worth of delicious fatty fast food. His gut gurgled contentedly as it digested the day’s bounty. Bruce just gave it a hardy pat and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Bruce’s gluttony soon began to take over throughout the course of the rest of that week. What had begun as stretching his limits to eat $30 of food per day was rapidly approaching eating through nearly the whole $50 in a single day. Weight was beginning to practically pile onto his body as he gained nearly a pound a day. On Sunday night, when he returned home after work, Bruce noticed a small box on the ground outside his apartment. It was wrapped in the same sleek black paper as the original envelope had been. Curious, he unwrapped it to reveal a pair of gold hoops that appeared to be bracelets. Bruce held them up to the light, basking in their resplendent glow. Unsure of what else to do with them, Bruce snapped the two rings onto his wrists. They actually didn’t look half-bad, he thought to himself. Out of nowhere, a sharp pain emanated from his skin on both wrists. It was almost like he was being pinched by the bracelets. Bruce’s right hand immediately shot to the clasp of the left bangle, but his fingers could find no purchase on the smooth gold ring. Additionally, each attempt to turn or twist the hoop itself seemed to tug on his skin. The bracelets were without a doubt fixed to his arms now. Bruce’s panicked thoughts were interrupted by a text alert from his phone. Scrambling to grab it from his pocket, Bruce saw that it was from an unknown number. Once opened, the text read:

 “Hope you like the presents I bought you, Pig. That’s what you are, after all, right? My PIG. “

“What the hell are these things?” Bruce typed back. He was beginning to get an aching feeling somewhere behind his belly, a usual sign that he had not gratified himself in a while. Despite this, his dick remained unusually soft.

“Oh, poor Piggy, I should explain. You see, the company I own is a pharmaceutical corporation. These rings pack a potent supply of two of the drugs that were developed in one of our…more secretive departments. One drug functions on the brain by really kick-starting the arousal centers. In short, it enhances sex drive. Sometimes we sell it to older couples looking to relight passion’s fleeting flame. The second drug is sort of the opposite. The trade name on it is ‘Chastity.’ It blocks the sympathetic nervous system in such a way that it makes it absolutely impossible for one’s penis to become erect. We developed it as an alternative to all that nasty business about castration for pedophiles and such. We’ve also marketed it to a few recovering “sex addicts.” Unfortunately…the half-lives of these drugs are on the order of mere seconds… Which means that they only work when directly infused. And THAT’S the reason for the bracelets! Essentially, you’ll be so horny that you can hardly think, but absolutely unable to do anything about it! Oh, but don’t worry, Piggy, these bands have a special attachment in them, a radio transceiver. With that, I can control the flux of drug into you bloodstream, or rather, I’ve set up a program to do it for me. There is only one key to unlock the invisible lock on your manhood, Piggy, and that’s your own gluttony. Whenever the balance on the card I gave you reaches $0, the bracelets will cease the drug infusion and you will regain control of your…parts. However, as soon as I reload the card, and the balance becomes non-zero, the drug will kick in again. Happy eating, Piggy!”

Bruce’s stomach was aflood in feelings at this point. The pain of horniness, the pangs of fear, and the warmth of fullness all blended together in a strange waltz of sensations. Bruce could hardly contain the lust that he was now experiencing. He needed to do something! Now! He fumbled through his pockets to find the last receipt. He scanned it until he finally saw: “Balance remaining: 10 dollars.” He couldn’t throw his jacket on and jump into his truck fast enough, and soon he was speeding off toward the closest golden arches. The glow of the streetlights glinted off his golden shackles as he drove, a little too fast. Pulling up to the speaker box, he didn’t even wait for the usual banal greeting to start ordering.

“I…I…unnnhh..I NEED a large fry, 3 McChickens , a large shake, and…uhhh…uhh….a 20 piece nugget.”

“That’ll be 10.10 at the….” Bruce didn’t bother to wait for the rest before pulling up.

He handed the bleary-eyed man the gift card along with a dime from the cup holder much faster than necessary. The man slid the card through the machine and handed it back to Bruce. The bag of food followed closely after. It had only been nearly half a minute, but Bruce could already feel a stiffness beginning to form in his pants. He tried to block out the horniness by beginning on the food, but eating only had the effect of turning him on even more. Pulling into the parking lot of a long-abandoned K-Mart, Bruce threw the truck into park and unzipped his pants with one hand while mowing down on a McChicken in the other. It took hardly anytime at all for him to blow, shooting all over the front of his pants. He rezipped himself, looking over to see that in the haze of horniness, he had actually eaten all of the food. Managing to contain himself until finally arriving home, Bruce ran inside, crashing straight into bed. One final wank and he was out like a light.

The next morning, Bruce awoke to the familiar pit in his stomach aching for sustenance both physical and nutritional. Instinctively his had reached down to his crotch, only to find it completely limp. He rolled over, grabbing his phone off the night stand. He saw a text from an automated service reading:

“Reload complete. Current balance: $50.” The stranger had already reloaded the card with another fifty…

From that point, Bruce’s life turned into a whirlwind of eating, masturbating, and eating more. As the days progressed, he forced himself to go from spending 30 dollars a day, to attempting to spend the entirety of the 50 dollar allotment. It was agony to go longer than 24 hours without sexual release. The growing length of the receipts at each stop meant that Bruce was ingesting an unimaginable number of calories on a daily basis. With nearly 10,000 calories a day being pumped into him, Bruce’s weight was quickly getting out of hand. Milestones that should have taken weeks were passing in mere days. Weighing himself at the end of the week as usual, Bruce was pleasantly shocked to see a gain of 8 pounds since he had accepted the man’s offer. The weekly weigh-in was usually the time that Bruce became most aroused, but, this time, there was nothing.

“What the hell?! I …I spent all fifty today…why?” Bruce checked his phone. A missed alert from 20 minutes prior informed him that the balance had been reloaded .  Bruce pounded his fat fist on the sink. That jerk had reloaded it before the day was over! He wouldn’t be able to jack it until tomorrow night… The pain in Bruce’s abdomen pulsed again, begging for release, but there was nothing that he could do except start a cold shower running, the icy sting momentarily relieving the burning in his loins.

As the weeks passed, Bruce’s weight climbed higher and higher. Soon he had gained over 50 pounds, leaving him at a solid 360. His work clothes had become painfully tight twice over the past month. The second time he was handed a 5XL and told that should that ever become too small, he should find work elsewhere. Following with the widening of his waist, Bruce was becoming an eating machine. By the end of the month, it was not uncommon for Bruce to hit the zero balance after his lunch binge. This afforded him a brief window of time in which to drive back to work and bring himself one fleeting orgasm. It was becoming increasingly difficult to dig under his ever expanding gut flab to find his dick. Hefting his gut onto the steering wheel was the only way to really get the angle quite right, resulting in one or two unfortunate blares of his horn.

Bruce didn’t realize it, but the reloads on the card were beginning to come faster and faster. The window was rapidly closing. And then, one day, the shutters finally slammed. Bruce took his lunch break as usual. Hauling his hefty body into his truck was becoming harder and harder as his weight neared 400 pounds. He made his usual order, zeroing out the card balance. Driving off, Bruce began to lift up his huge gut, eager to get off as was his daily ritual. His hand navigated into his pubic fat, grasping onto what little bit of his penis he could still reach. It was strangely soft. Bruce let a worried moan leave his mouth.

“But…it…I spent it all…” he thought to himself. Just then, his phone vibrated, sending ripples through his generous bulk. He struggled to extricate his hand from his pants before awkwardly maneuvering the phone from his pocket.

“Balance reloaded. Current balance: $1,000.”

Bruce’s head began to spin. O-..one thousand?! How…how could he… He’d been eating 50 dollars a day, but even at that rate…He didn’t think he could last for a whole 20 days! Not knowing what else to do, Bruce began to furiously stuff his lunch into his mouth. The massive influx of sustenance did little to quell the burning desire for release pent up inside him, but he knew that if he ever wanted to cum again, this was the only way. The rest of the day was spent trying to ignore his unquenchable urges, the entire time daydreaming about all of the food that he would need to eat to bring the balance down. Trying to formulate a plan gave Bruce a sudden feeling of clarity despite his predicament.

And so the days went, each one beginning with an increasing amount of sexual unrest, and each one ending as Bruce’s body collapsed heavier and heavier on his bed in a food coma. He was doing a surprisingly good job of attempting to spend the surplus of cash that had been thrust upon him, eating almost a quarter of the balance in the first four days. Bruce could think of little more than food at this point, always stuffing his face or staring off into the distance thinking about it. Luckily, just as before, the more he ate, the more his capacity to eat increased, allowing Bruce to speed up his spending. Finally it happened. After work exactly 2 weeks from when it had started, he spent the final dollar. Not wanting to waste any time, Bruce sped home, munching voraciously on dinner as he went. He ran upstairs and threw off his clothes, which at his size, now took a little bit longer than it had almost 200 pounds ago. He could feel his cock, finally free of its chemical shackles, rising to attention. He quickly grabbed his gut with one hand and began to reach for his waiting member. His hands fell just at the top of his pubic roll.

“What the hell?! Why..can’t…I…reach?!” he shouted aloud, sweat forming on his brow as he willed his hand to go farther. But farther it could not go. The irony was not lost on Bruce as he lay there, sweat dripping down his forehead. He could feel the cool metal of the bracelet on his fat pad as he continued to struggle. Suddenly, a light feeling began to overtake him starting at his head. The room began to dim and suddenly all went dark.

Bruce awoke in the dim light of twilight, lying in a strange bed. His body was spread eagle, allowing his large gut to settle between his ponderous thighs. He could feel the softness of the sheets on the bottom of his gut as it grazed their velvety fabric. The familiar hunger was still there, and, surprisingly so was his erection. Whatever had happened, the man had still not reloaded the card! Bruce once again to desperately paw at his underbelly…or…he WOULD have, if he still had the ability to move his arms. It seemed that his wrists and ankles were bound with invisible restraints, making it impossible for him to move from his current position.

“Don’t try too hard. It’ll only give you a headache,“ Came a voice from the shadowy corner of the twilit room. Bruce’s eyes were not adjusted to the gathering darkness just yet, making the figure seem almost ethereal.

“You see, I MAY have neglected to tell you of all the chemicals that those glorious rings contain. You’re currently experiencing the fourth drug, a potent neurotoxin which blocks the motor neurons associated with your arms and legs. Essentially, you’re paralyzed, hence why trying to move isn’t such a grand idea. The third drug was the sedative that knocked you out so I could get you to come here with me. Let’s play a little game now. There are five drugs total chambered in those lovely shackles of yours. I’ve already done you the courtesy of telling you what four of them are. Can you guess what the final drug is?” The man seemed to be getting too much enjoyment out of this.

“I…I don’t know man… Can’t I just go home?! Take the bracelets off!” A budding pool of distress was beginning to stir in the emotional soup of Bruce’s psyche, mingling with the hunger and arousal in a strange dance.

“Aw, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. I’ll make you a deal. Once the fifth drug is injected, the bracelets will immediately detach. Actually that is the only way that they can ever be removed. Pretty ingenious, huh? Of course, I guess we COULD always just leave you in your current state…”

The seed of distress was slowly blooming into a flower of terror within Bruce’s mind. “No! I…I’ll take the drug! I..I wanna be free…”

“Very well then…you should start feeling the effects right about…”

And darkness.

In the darkness, Bruce dreamt of himself. He was floating in an open space. Above him stretched a beautiful night sky, filled to the brim with twinkling stars. Below him stretched the same night sky, but without a single light, an obsidian void. From somewhere unknown, a desire grew within his heart to reach up and touch the stars. He slowly began to kick his large legs, shaking his flabby body in the process. Each kick seemed to propel him closer to the cosmos, as if he were swimming through the air. Gradually, the kicking became more and more difficult. Each stroke was beginning to require more and more effort, exhausting Bruce. Soon, it was taking all of the swimming that he could manage just to retain his place in space. The heavy sinking feeling continued to grow, and Bruce began to watch the stars slowly growing farther and farther out of the reach of his chubby hands, as he sank into the inky darkness. As the blackness consumed him, he suddenly awoke.

The room was now pitch black, making Bruce unsure if he was awake or still dreaming. However, the same voice returned, assuring Bruce that this was, indeed, reality. Bruce still felt similar to how he had before, hungry, horny, and unable to move

“Oh good, you’re awake. I’ve been waiting. Well, I’m sad to say, that this is where we part ways. You’re totally free now. The bracelets have done their job. At least let me give you one last favor.

Slowly, an image began to appear in the air in front of Bruce. It had a silvery sheen to it, much like an image reflected in a pool of still water. Gradually, the tone of flesh began to fill the image as it became more and more illuminated. As Bruce’s eyes began to adjust, he could begin to make out the borders of the vast flesh-toned mass. It looked almost, humanoid, but no human he had ever seen could occupy so much space. The first object to appear was the distorted belly button on a massive bell apron. Judging by how low the belly hung and by how far out it stuck, the cavern formed by the button seemed like it could go on forever. Next, two large darker toned circles, nearly the size of saucers appeared. As the rest of the features became illuminated, Bruce realized that these were the impossibly large nipples on an even more impossibly sized pair of breasts. At this point it was hard to make a guess whether they were male or female. They spread in one gigantic mass across the chest of the specter before him. Beneath the belly, he could begin to make out shapes that at one point must have been this creature’s legs. They looked to be the size of barrels, offering hardly any amount of mobility at all. To the sides of these structures appeared two massive globes of flesh, each nearly the size of another barrel laid on its side. This, he realized, must be the posterior of the figure, pressed outward by the supporting structure below. Above these rested two massive love handles and atop those were a collection of other rolls of fat, each slightly smaller than the last, giving the illusion that the blubber was actually flowing down the figure’s sides. Two arms appeared, looking too bloated with lard to be useful in even the most basic task. He saw too that the shiny sheen of the form was due in part to the individual being covered in sweat. The revelation seemed to pause at this moment.

“Alright, man….(huff)…” Bruce tried to speak, but his voice…sounded different somehow, any trace of a higher lilt gone, replaced by a deep, almost guttural growl. He noticed that breathing, too, was much harder than he remembered it being.

“Why can’t….(huff)…I move still?! I…(huff) thought you…said…that I could…leave!” Bruce, tried again to will his body to move, but to no avail. Why…why do I still feel so…so hungry…(huff)…and horny?!”

“Ah…perhaps I haven’t been quite so honest with you,” the man said, no trace of any actual remorse. “You see, I lied about there being five drugs in the bracelets. In actuality, there were only four. The chastity, the sedative, the paralyzer, and the final one. There was never any appetite or libido stimulant. That was all you giving in and becoming what you truly are. A fat pig. MY fat pig.”

It was then that the final missing piece appeared, the horribly swollen face of the figure. It seemed familiar to Bruce, as if he had seen it before…but where… The features were so distorted with fat that he could hardly tell it belonged to a male or a female. The nose…something was wrong with the nose… It…looked more like a snout of some animal rather than a human nose. A..pig’s snout… And that’s when it his Bruce. This…was HIS face. This was HIS body!

“What..(huff) did you do to me?!” he wheezed.

“Shut up, Pig. You don’t need to worry about that anymore. I just made you what you truly are. And now you’re free to go. What’s the matter?! Why aren’t you leaving?!” the man gave a mirthful laugh. “What’s the matter, Pig, can’t get up?! Well I guess I’LL just leave then…”

“No! (Huff)…Wait! If…if you…(huff) leave…who will feed me?!” Bruce asked, terrified. His belly, as large as it was, was telling him it needed food. He couldn’t be without it!

“That’s more like it…Now oink for me, Pig.”

Bruce hesitated…and then… “Oink!” he gave in.

“Very good! Now…let me reward you!”

The man stepped over to a tube protruding from the floorboards. He quickly pulled it up and placed it in Bruce’s mouth. In moments, a delicious slurry of butter, cream, and sugar began flowing into Bruce’s mouth. He was so lost in the bliss of feeding that he hardly noticed the man moving closer to his belly. Carefully, the man began to dig through Bruce’s underbelly folds until, finally, he hit pay dirt. Bruce moaned as he felt the man begin to tease him.

“You like that, Pig? Good…good…”

It took mere seconds for Bruce to erupt deep in his folds. He could feel the flab around his crotch becoming sticky with his spent load. Suddenly, his heart seemed to leap in his chest. Pain shot down his arm as the world began to fade to black.

A jolt of electricity brought Bruce back to the world of the living. He gazed bleary-eyed up at his captor.

“No dying on me yet, Pig. You’ve still got a long way to go…”  

[debutanuki2100]

[feeder86]

Train to Gain

“I want to get jacked!” Jay declared, standing in front of his new personal trainer with his chest puffed out.

Matt nodded, having heard the same thing many times from plenty of guys like Jay, in their early twenties. “Okay, so we’re aiming for muscle gains,” he clarified, making a note of it. “Is there a reason why you want to make this your focus?” he asked, seeing from Jay’s body that he already had a pretty good build that most guys would have been envious of.

Jay nodded. “I’ve just split up with a girl I’ve been with since high school,” he stated without a drop of remorse or sorrow. “I feel like I want to finally do something for myself. You know what I mean? I want to look good. Muscular. Lean.”

Matt nodded. So, just like all the other guys, this one believed that getting more muscle on him would help him score with the ladies. He didn’t need a PhD to crack that little mystery about the boy’s true intention. It was a tale as old as time itself. 

Being so muscular himself, guys like Jay seemed to gravitate towards Matt on an almost daily basis, knowing that he could deliver the results they wanted. They saw his statuesque physique in the gym and felt that working out with a guy as built as he was was akin to ordering that body type for themselves in a catalogue. But Matt was not convinced by this latest client. Jay was a pretty-looking boy, with large soulful eyes and a gentle innocence about him. He wouldn’t be single for long. Some girl would come along, snap him up, and this whole muscle workout craze would be a thing of the past for him.

Nevertheless, Matt settled down to a detailed conversation about what it would take, the commitment Jay would need to make and the amount of sessions he would arrange with him each week. It was obvious that Jay had all the enthusiasm for his goals, but little knowledge of how to actually get there. “We’ll take things slow to begin with,” he smiled. “Then we’ll see how we get on.”

Seeming pleased, Jay shook Matt’s hand and threw his workout bag over his shoulder to leave. Then, as Jay was walking out of the gym, Matt watched as the eyes of every woman in there drifted towards his cute, tight glutes in his fitted gym shorts. Matt chuckled, nodding knowingly. It may have been Jay’s first time being single in his adult life, but it wouldn’t take the pretty boy long to work out that he didn’t need any more muscle to get women. Three weeks, maximum, Matt predicted. There was no way Jay would be paying for his services for longer than that; not when he didn’t need to.

Matt was aware that he was in the minority when it came to enjoying those winter months. But as the holidays came and went, he jumped out of bed with a renewed spring in his step, knowing that the gym would be fit to bursting with chubby, overweight and under-exercised guys trying to make a fresh start for the New Year. It was hard to pinpoint what exactly it was that he loved about them so much: that doughy shape, the jiggle of fat as they strolled on the treadmills. Maybe it was the way their sweat made their tight gym clothes stick to their rounded bodies . Matt was both mesmerised and fascinated by it all at the same time. 

It was around this time of year that he had met his now ex-boyfriend who had been trying to lose a few pounds back then. He’d copped a lot of crap from his colleagues at the gym for dating someone so big, and he’d had to challenge them multiple times for their attitudes towards the match. So what if he was into bigger guys? Whose business was it who he dated? Certainly not theirs. Not that any of it mattered in the end. Nine months in and the whole relationship had fallen apart anyway. His heart broken, just as they had all been expecting,

“Alright! That was pretty good!” Matt marvelled a staggering twelve weeks later, as Jay successfully squatted his biggest weight yet. He slapped the guy on his shoulder and passed him his water. “You’re killing it!” he smiled encouragingly.

“But I don’t look any different yet,” Jay grumbled, repeating the same complaint that had surfaced again and again in their recent sessions. “Sure, I’m a little stronger, but not much.”

“We’re taking it slow, remember,” Matt stated calmly. “You were quite clear from the start that you wanted to add muscle the lean way. It just takes a little more time.”

“But what’s the alternative?” Jay asked.

“Proper bulking,” Matt replied. “You give your body all the calories it needs to grow. We discussed this in our first meeting, remember?” he explained, a little exasperated. “You were insistent. You wanted a lean muscle bulk.”

“I want to be bigger,” Jay shot back.

“If you go with the bulking option, you’d have to accept the fact that not all of the gains you make would be muscle,” Matt tried to clarify.

“But I saw this guy online…” Jay began, rambling yet again about some viral influencer who claimed to know it all about how to get ripped with ease.

Matt bit his tongue. He genuinely liked Jay, but he was fed up of trying to debunk all of the insane fitness myths clients came in with these days. He was only twenty seven, and yet he wondered how much longer he could stand to do this job when there was so much misinformation out there. “Look, let’s just try it,” he suggested forcefully, cutting Jay off mid sentence. “I’ll set you up with a bulking plan and we’ll see what happens. If you’re not happy after a couple of weeks, you can fire me and send all your money to those online fitness con artists instead,” he stated plainly.

Still not seeming overly convinced, Jay nodded. “Okay. We’ll try this your way…”

“So, have you got much planned for your week off?” Matt asked Jay a good few weeks later. He’d found that he didn’t struggle with small talk as much with Jay as he did some of his other clients. They seemed to share the same sense of humour and had successfully recommended more than one decent TV show to each other in the past.

“I’m going to a wedding,” Jay answered, sitting himself back ready to lift.

“A wedding, huh?” Matt asked, loading on the weights ready. “That’s a great place to meet girls,” he said, finding it bizarre that Jay was still single after all this time.

“Not a chance!” Jay chuckled, lifting his hands up to grab the bar. “I told you, I’m done with all that.”

“Whatever you say!” Matt chuckled back; his eyes catching sight of Jay’s stomach as the guy’s t-shirt rose, ready for the lift. He could tell that the bulking diet was well underway, with a padded thickness around Jay’s middle, bulging to the sides to form what many might consider the beginnings of love handles.

Jay lifted like never before. After one set he insisted that Matt make the bar even heavier again; grunting with the extreme effort it took.

“You did it!” Matt marvelled, finally setting the bar back minutes later. “I can’t get over how quickly you’re progressing now.”

Jay sat up, spreading his legs wide and owning the space he was in. It was a feeling Matt knew all too well: the sense of power and size after lifting more than ever before. “This bulking is really working, isn’t it?” Jay smiled.

“It is!” Jay nodded, trying to mask his surprise at just how much more noticeable Jay’s extra thickness was around his waist when he sat up like this. There was no way the guy was going to stick out the full bulking period; the boy seemed genetically predisposed to carry a tight little paunch at this size. Already Matt could sense the cut was on the horizon.

Once again, Matt’s predictions fell flat on their face. As more weeks went by, Jay was very quickly becoming one of Matt’s strongest clients. However, it was all coming at quite a cost to the guy’s naturally athletic physique. Built around a solid core, Jay’s chunky middle was rounded and significantly paunch-like in appearance, despite being somewhat muted by the large chest and muscular shoulders that had grown alongside it. If Jay had been going for that muscular V-shaped back, he had fallen far short of the mark. His stout tummy had swelled out his love handles to a size that could not be hidden by pretty much any of the t-shirts that he wore in the gym. Matt had even seen the guy out and about upon occasion, feeling shocked at just how thick and overfed he actually looked; especially with that meaty swagger he had about him, artificially pushing out his arms to increase his width.

“And, we’ll finish with twenty minutes on the treadmill,” Matt declared during their next session, waiting for the exhausted guy to sluggishly pick himself up off the weight machine.

“The treadmill?” Jay asked, as if Matt had been joking. “I’m not paying for you to watch me on the treadmill for twenty minutes,” he laughed.

“You do realise that we’re going to be putting a lot more cardio exercises into your routine from now on? We agreed to start cutting from next week, remember?”

Jay brushed him off, insisting that he could do another set on the machine he was currently on. The rest of the session continued in that manner until the time was depleted. Then a sweaty, beefy looking Jay simply lifted a protein shake to his mouth and began chugging.

“What’s in that thing?” Matt asked, noticing that it was far thicker than any of the recipes he had supplied to Jay. He took it from Jay’s limp hand and held it to his nose. “That’s so sweet!” he gasped, recoiling slightly. Swirling the remaining third in the bottle, Matt declared with absolute certainty that this was not part of the diet plan he had given Jay.

“I found the recipe online,” Jay shot back, snatching the shake back and draining it quickly. “I drink four of these daily. Your shake recipes were good, but I wasn’t packing on the muscle half as quickly as I am now.”

Matt winced. Jay had been heading in the wrong direction for weeks now; his muscle gains overshadowed by significant increases in fat. And Matt had been ignoring it all, pushing it to the back of his mind, denying it. “Have you got the recipe for me to look at?” he asked diplomatically.

Jay lazily held out his hand for Matt to pass him his cell phone from his bag. Then, after a couple of seconds, the webpage link came buzzing through to Matt.

“Um…” Matt mumbled, feeling his heart beating with worry. “Have you really been drinking these four times a day? Did you not think to check out the ingredients? All that sugar? Condensed milk?”

“I’m not an idiot!” Jay grumbled back, as Matt noticed the fat that was starting to build up under the handsome boy’s chin and into his cheeks. “These things promise results and they deliver. I’ve gained 25 lbs in the last two months alone!”

Matt took a step back, feeling that he had let Jay down more than any other client he had ever had. Yet, somewhere deep inside of him was a spark of attraction. Jay was starting to look genuinely fat. It was literally spreading across his entire body and had been doing so for weeks.  “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled guiltily. “I should have been more on top of your diet planner. This should never have happened.”

Jay seemed utterly perplexed by Matt’s remorse, but he agreed to pack up his stuff and head out to a local cafe for a more thorough debrief. They sat with two coffees at a small table near the front as Matt considered how best to insist that Jay quit the shakes as soon as possible.

Matt thought he had his speech all ready to go. He inhaled, ready to begin, when he suddenly noticed that Jay’s attention was elsewhere. A large, overweight guy had come in through the door, making Jay look across with interest. Matt followed his gaze and then cringed with regret, realising that the man was none other than his ex boyfriend, Chris. They had just made eye contact.

“I’m really sorry about this!” Matt blasted out, realising that his almost 400 lb ex was heading over to the table and there was nothing that he could do to stop him.

“Hello Matt,” the large bellied guy smiled. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, not looking directly at him in the hopes that he would soon get the message and leave them be. “Nice to see you, Chris,” he lied.

“I gained a bit of weight recently,” Chris went on, patting his fat stomach. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“I’m actually with a client right now!” Matt hissed, losing patience. “When I said that things were over between us, I meant it.”

Chris looked down at them both, giving Jay in particular the most filthy of looks. Then he turned, deciding that the coffee house was no good after all and disappeared out of the door.

“Who was that?” Jay exclaimed the second the guy’s large form had disappeared beyond the windows. 

“My ex,” Matt sighed, feeling frustrated that they should bump into each other here; whilst he was with a client no less! “We broke up about eight months ago.”

“You? And HIM?” Jay asked in disbelief, making it hard for Matt to tell whether it was the fact that he dated guys that most surprised Jay, or the sheer size of that ex-boyfriend. Either way, it became the focus of a long line of questions that Matt was finding difficult to deflect.

“I’ve made a decision,” Jay finally declared as they at last got off the topic of Matt’s love life. “I want to keep the bulk going for another six weeks.”

“I would very strongly advise against that,” Matt replied immediately.

“Six more weeks!” Jay laughed, as if he was making the simplest of alterations to their training plan. “It’s nothing! You need to learn to relax, buddy!”

Matt sighed. Perhaps because he was still reeling from coming face to face with Chris again, he did not feel especially inclined to argue. Jay was a client after all, and his wishes had to be respected - even if he was making a choice that Matt knew would make it significantly harder for the guy to get back in shape afterwards.

Just as Matt had anticipated, the weight that poured onto Jay’s body over the coming weeks was nothing more than pure fat. He’d find himself staring at it, having never felt so conflicted in his life. He was attracted by fat on a guy’s body, yes. But Jay was also a client who was confused by all of the bad advice out there and had caught himself up in a pattern of weight gain that was bloating his previously toned body. The sight of it, Matt had to admit, was nothing short of wildly arousing.

“He’s one of yours isn’t he?” asked one of the other trainers as Jay walked in for his training session wearing a t-shirt that was significantly too tight for his bloated torso. The guy braced himself against the wall to stretch out his calves, not realising how much his shirt had ridden up in the process and exposing a good three inches of his new, overfed tummy pushing itself over the waistband.

“Great work, Matt,” sneered Harry, the other male trainer, giving him a sarcastic slow clap as the three of them all watched Jay from a good distance.

Matt wanted to explain how he hadn’t been to blame; how Jay had found bad advice online instead, and was continuing to bulk against his advice. However, there was a strange thrill in not saying anything at all; something that Matt could not explain, even if he tried. 

Next, Jay began squatting, spreading his chunky legs wide apart with the good posture that Matt had taught him, then lifting his body up and down. It was a simple move and not at all noteworthy but for the extreme tightness of the shorts he was wearing, pulling the waistband lower and lower at the back, revealing more and more of his butt crack with each dip; thanks in part to the similarly undersized underwear he had on underneath.

“Ugh!” laughed Harry.. “No one wants to see that!”

Matt looked around at the others in the gym. Jay was indeed getting looks of disapproval, and even disgust, for his scandalously tight clothing.

“You need to have a word,” the trainers all agreed. “He’s putting people off. It’s bad for business.”

Matt sighed. He knew what they were saying was right, but how could he even begin a conversation about it to a client who was paying him? Especially one he was starting to crush on in the most inappropriate of ways.

Despite Jay’s confidence on the weights, it was quite clear during that session that the guy wasn’t making as much progress with his lifting than he obviously thought he was. In fact, his lifting had peaked almost two months earlier and there had been minimal successes since then. What had changed was the amount of sweating Jay was doing; leaving the machines with a damp imprint of his overfed rear which Matt wiped down each time. But with the sweating, Jay’s clothing tightened around him even more. Matt didn’t need to see Jay on the scales, he was an expert on every part of his body, knowing exactly how it was altering because he could see it right there, before his very eyes. He had to breathe a little deeper when he felt the arousal getting too much for him. Jay’s butt was pure perfection; shaped by good genes and some decent early muscle gains, but now swelling and widening with the pounds and pounds of fat the guy was amassing.

Jay had been buzzing about his new apartment; finally allowing him to get out of parents’ place. It was going to make bulking a lot easier, he’d declared, making Matt feel uneasy about how much more extreme his client may take things.

“I’ve got boxes and boxes of stuff all over the place,” Jay complained. “I need a good sort out, really. It’s just so easy to dump it all in the closet and forget about it though.”

“That reminds me,” Matt jumped in, seeing an opening and seizing upon it. “I got an email the other day for a good discount on the online shop I use for clothes,” he began, having pondered over how best to approach the clothes issue for the entire hour of their session. “It can be quite hard to find stuff that fits right when you’re a bodybuilder.”

“Tell me about it!” nodded the chubby boy, not sensing the irony in his words in the slightest. “None of my clothes fit properly anymore.”

Matt nodded. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a good lead in to discuss Jay’s dissatisfaction with his clothing and how he shouldn’t really be feeling such tightness around his stomach when he was trying to pack on muscle. As it was, he could feel the eyes of the other trainers on the back of his head. The only task he had to complete was getting Jay out of those ridiculously tight gym clothes. “I use this brand,” he lied, showing Jay the webpage he had just got up on his cell phone. He knew that impressionable guys like Jay wanted to look like him; to have the same confidence and presence. If he recommended a clothes line to them, he was pretty certain they would take it. “With the progress you’ve been making, you could probably get away with the extra large, but the 2XL might suit your needs more if you’re still in the bulking phase. Fast delivery too.”

Jay nodded with interest and took every link that Matt sent him. 

“I’ve spoken to him about the clothes,” Matt nodded, seeing the faces of expectation from the other trainers as he went back after the session ended.

“I know it’s tough having to tell a client that they’re getting too heavy,” Harry nodded. “But when he’s spilling out of his clothes like that, enough is enough. It’s time to say something.”

Matt nodded, knowing that Harry was exactly right. But that wasn’t what he had done, was it? He’d sent Jay off believing that he was making ‘progress’ and that he needed to wear clothes suitable for bodybuilders. The reality was anything but. Jay was chubby and out of shape. He’d not done any cardio in… it must have been months! He was a client who kept Matt awake at night with his feelings of guilt. He was letting the guy down, and this latest stunt was his worst sin of all.

It came as no surprise when Jay continued to be obsessed with bulking, even after the third and fourth deadlines for cutting came and went. The small mercy was that Jay was at least dressed better in the gym. With his new clothes, he was starting to look like any other broad, fat guy. His pretty face was still getting him the odd glance from some of the women, but the fatter body underneath was more than enough to ensure that it never progressed into anything more.

“You’ll never guess what I managed to get tickets for!” Jay blasted one Wednesday evening as he came in for his session.

“No way?” Matt grinned, knowing exactly where Jay was going with this. “You got them? But the concert has been sold out for months!”

“They were giving away tickets on the radio. I phoned up, answered some trivia questions live on air with someone else and… they’re mine!” he grinned, clearly delighted with himself.

“Congratulations!” Matt beamed. “I’m so jealous! You’re going to have such a great time!”

“No… WE’RE going to have such a great time,” Jay corrected him. “They asked me on the radio show who I wanted to take with me, and I told them your name. You’re the only person I know who is as obsessed with them as I am. No one else would appreciate it like you would.”

Matt’s initial reaction was to decline. There were many clients who tried to socialise outside of these sessions, but it was almost always unprofessional to do so. However, he had also desperately wanted to see this band since he was eight years old. Plus, he and Jay did genuinely seem to get on pretty well.”

“Can I give you some money for the ticket then?” he asked.

“No, I got them for free,” Jay shot back, shaking his head.

“Well, I’ll drive us then,” Matt tried to compromise, knowing that the concert was a good couple of hours away. “I know where your new place is. I can pick you up at about 4pm on Saturday afternoon?”

Jay nodded, accepting the offer without hesitation. Then, for the rest of the week, Matt was telling all of his clients about the concert and how excited he was. He was amazed that not a single person had heard of the band or even recognised any of the tracks when he played a couple of samples for them on his cell phone. ‘What the hell was wrong with people?’ he thought to himself, highlighting in his mind just how much better he clicked with Jay than anyone else he worked with.

That Saturday, Matt didn’t really know who he was trying to impress as he slipped on his most expensive shirt and left the last three buttons undone to expose part of his strapping chest. He turned up at Jay’s building, expecting to head straight off, but was instead buzzed inside.

“Sorry!” Jay spluttered, opening the door to him, covered with only a small towel around his waist, fresh from the shower. “I had a big lunch and fell asleep! I only woke up ten minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Matt nodded, trying to keep his eyes fixed on Jay’s face and not look down to explore his client’s beautifully chubby proportions. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Jay trotted back into his bedroom; his jiggly love handles bouncing with the quick pace he was going at. Matt simply took a deep breath and tried to control the arousal that he felt. He looked around the apartment, coming to one very obvious conclusion: This was the home of a fat guy. It was obvious; from the small armies of empty beer cans, to the carnage of emptied take out containers and pizza boxes. Discarded clothes dotted the space and Matt found himself meandering into the kitchen; his curiosity getting the better of him. He opened the refrigerator and peeked in all of the cupboards as quietly as he possibly could. What he found was far worse than he ever would have imagined: cakes, candy, cookies and several containers of those disastrous protein shakes… Jay had the lot, and then some. The guy was eating like a pig and putting on weight at a frankly alarming rate. Matt tried to breathe deeply again, but this time, the blood rushing towards his groin seemed determined to give him a full on erection.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Jay smiled moments later, coming out in a shirt that was far too small for his stout little gut. He opened the refrigerator and downed one of his shakes, as was his usual routine at this time. Once again, Matt had to look away. Then, as the last of it drained, Jay lifted his arms and pumped his biceps, now covered in a good layer of pure fat.

The conversation flowed well in the car as the pair listened to a few of the band’s old albums and talked at length about their shared interests.

“If we’ve still got twenty minutes before we need to go in, I’m going to find some food,” Jay declared once they had parked up. He walked slightly ahead as Matt tried to avert his eyes away from the guy’s wide, overfed glutes, barely contained in his overly tight pants. “I absolutely love bulking,” he declared a few minutes later, holding a giant burger in both hands and raising it part way to his mouth. Then, like a genuine glutton, he dropped his head over it and began feasting with his large shoulders hunched forwards.

Matt genuinely did try to enjoy the concert, but he was conscious of trying to hold back an erection the entire time. He wondered why his brain had to be wired up this way. Why couldn’t he just enjoy the music without getting turned on by the significantly chubby guy he had come here with? He’d had to sit for significant periods of the concert with his hands resting over his crotch as Jay danced beside him, arms up in the air and his rounded tummy popping out. It was so humid in there, making Jay glow with a beautiful fat-boy sweat and ensuring that his clothes plastered themselves to his thick body even more than they already were doing.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jay smiled the moment the lights came up. “How would you like to go backstage?”

Matt couldn’t believe it as he was shaking hands with his idols and chatting away with other fans backstage only minutes later. It truly was an extraordinary night.

“So, how do you guys know each other?” the lead singer asked as he came up to them both at the bar.

“Matt’s my personal trainer,” Jay answered, downing his beer into his bloated belly.

“I can see you’ve got your work cut out for you,” the singer whispered to Matt, tapping him on his strong back in sympathy.

“I’m in the best shape of my life,” Matt went on, clearly a little tipsy. He put his beer down and reached into his tight pocket to pull out his cell phone. “This is me, before I started training,” he declared, passing the singer a picture of him from just under eleven months ago: slim, handsome, athletic.

“And this is you… ‘before’ you started training?” the guy asked, ensuring that he wasn’t misunderstanding.

Jay nodded enthusiastically, raising his chubby arms to flex and simultaneously letting his chubby belly fall out for the umpteenth time that evening.

“Right,” the singer nodded, confused and surprised; possibly wondering if Jay was making some sort of joke. He slapped Matt on the back once more, then headed off to speak to some others.

When Jay asked to stop off for more food on the way back, Matt didn’t feel that he really had the right to refuse him after the night they had had together. However, it was yet another torturous exercise, having to sit next to Jay as he was gorging his fat body on more fries and burgers in the passenger seat. The sounds of his greedy chewing and swallowing were turning on an already stimulated sex drive to even greater extremes.

“I thought he might have been flirting with you,” Jay explained as they discussed their encounter with the lead singer. “The way he kept on tapping you on the back like that.”

“That wasn’t what that was about,”  Matt answered simply as he tried to control the boner he was getting, listening to Jay sucking air as he reached the end of his gigantic milkshake.

“You must have people flirting with you all the time, the shape you’re in,” Jay continued, stuffing the last of the fries into his mouth.

Matt took a breath in, wondering how to answer something like that. The answer was yes; he certainly did get a lot of attention from both guys and girls. But, as was being made strikingly clear to him that evening, the types of people he found attractive himself were often quite far from what most would expect.

“You don’t talk much about this sort of stuff, do you?” Jay asked him next after a pause.

“Neither do you,” Matt shot back.

“I’m just out of a long term relationship,” Jay replied grandly.

“Over a year ago!” Matt laughed. “In that case, I can use the same excuse.”

“You mean that huge guy we met in the coffee house that time? You were really into him?”

“I was in love with him, yes,” Matt replied, feeling that the conversation was getting a little too close to the bone now.

“How did he get that big? Was he always fat? Or did he just put on weight as an adult?” Jay pressed on obliviously.

“Combination of both, I expect,” Matt shrugged, trying to think of how to shift the conversation away from his ex.

“Do you think I could ever get as big as he is?” Jay asked.

Matt looked across at Jay in confusion. “Chris wasn’t a weight lifter, y’know?” he stated plainly. “He was probably as weak as a kitten. He was just… very overweight.”

“I just remember him being large,” Jay shrugged. “Guys like that always make me feel a little jealous.”

“There aren’t many people who would be jealous of Chris’ body type,” Matt chuckled, assuming that Jay was making fun.

“I think, if I kept up my protein shakes, I’d have a chance at getting to his sort of size,” Jay pondered aloud.

“I have no doubt that you would,” Matt nodded. “But it wouldn’t be lean muscle, I can promise you that.”

“Do you think it would suit me?” Jay asked playfully back.

Now Matt felt entirely on the backfoot. There was no way to answer the question without incriminating himself somehow. “I guess so,” he mumbled vaguely.

“So, do you think I should give up weight lifting then?” the guy immediately replied..

“I didn’t say that,” Matt countered.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. I’ve had a lot more success gaining weight and getting big in other ways, rather than muscle. Maybe I should just focus on that?”

“You know exactly what I’d say to that. I’m a personal trainer!” Matt reminded him. “Of course you’re not supposed to give up weight training and just let yourself get fat.”

“You can be such a square sometimes,” Jay laughed. “You’re so caught up with your diet plans, your nutrition goals and research papers on exercise schedules. You forget that most people don’t care about any of that stuff. It’s all about feeling good in your own body.”

The last fifteen minutes of the journey went by a little smoother, with the conversation naturally evolving into something lighter.

“Want to come in and grab those recipe books you lent me?” Jay asked as they parked up outside his building.

Thinking about another of his clients, Matt nodded keenly. It was more than obvious that Jay had little interest in any of the lean meals in them, so why not pass them on? He followed the guy up the stairs, allowing his brain to fantasise about taking the chubby guy straight into his bedroom. Now that he knew he would be home in twenty minutes and able to release all the pent-up sexual frustration from his evening with Jay, he somehow felt more able to embrace it; gazing with lust at those giant glutes, like round globes of fat, pressed tightly into Jay’s pants as he walked up the stairs ahead of him.

“They’ll be in my closet somewhere,” Jay explained, leading Matt into his bedroom. Inside here, the mess of take out containers continued, making it clear that Jay did just as much of his eating in bed, as he did anywhere else in the apartment. He reached over a pile of boxes and leaned into this closet, presenting Matt with a full view of his wide rear. Matt simply stared at it, swooning.

Jay had to lean in more and more, too lazy to move the boxed out of the way, and grunting from the effort. Matt told him not to worry; that he could get them some other time, but still Jay persevered, leaning even more of his weight onto the boxes at the front. Then, in a split second, they gave way underneath him, sending Jay falling head first into the closet, his legs up in the air.

Matt grabbed at him in a swift rescue, lifting him up and out by pulling him by his waistband and trying to reach his arm in to hold Jay just above his waist. He was a very heavy boy indeed, and not easy to shift, but eventually he came, looking significantly worse for wear. The most stressed buttons on his shirt had popped clean off and his pants had ripped as Matt had tried to pull him up from behind.

“Sorry about that,” Matt mumbled, seeing what a state Jay now looked in his torn clothes. He’d had to pull him at a strange angle to get him back upright and, although he hoped it wasn’t the case, there was a possibility that Jay might have felt the erection in his pants as he was put back on his feet.

Jay flattened his hair and shuffled over to his mirror. His fingers explored the ripped buttons and torn material. There was his little fat belly popping out like never before; his significant fat gains never looking more obvious. The hallmarks of actual obesity starting to shine through.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Matt asked, wondering why Jay was so stunned; his nervousness increasing by the second.

“If I asked you to stay tonight, would you?” Jay asked simply.

“Why do you want me to stay?” Matt asked. “Do you think you’ve hurt yourself?”

Jay did not answer, but simply unbuttoned only the remaining buttons of his shirt and let the material fall to the floor. “Stay,” he repeated, letting Matt’s gaze fall in its entirety upon his bloated, fattened body. “I can tell that you’d like to.”

Matt allowed himself to enjoy the sight. His fingers twitched at his side, desperate to explore and touch. “Do you mean that?” he asked, no longer hiding his interest.

Jay nodded, grabbing a wedge of his own fat. “Let’s just say, you’re not the only person who gets a boner over this stuff.”

Immediately, Matt pulled Jay into a deeply passionate kiss. Their hands began to explore each other and they soon fell, entirely naked onto the unmade bed. Finally, the fizzing sexual tension that had been torturing Matt all night was set free; the fireworks still to come.

Matt woke the next morning as the light began pouring in through Jay’s window. He turned, seeing the bloated boy still resting deeply. Despite his good looks, this wasn’t the sort of thing that Matt ever did. He could count on a single hand how many guys he had slept with in the past, and he could explain how each one of them had eventually ended up breaking his heart. 

Jay stirred as Matt made an attempt to get out of bed. “Morning,” he called out. “What a wild night, huh?”

Matt smiled. “Pretty wild, yeah!” he nodded.

“Did I do it okay?” Jay asked sweetly. “I’ve never tried to give a blow job before.”

“You did great!” Matt nodded. “Amazing, in fact,” he added, remembering how quickly they had both climaxed last night. He’d worked on Jay first and then the sweet guy worked his mouth on Matt until he came in less than a minute. 

“Could you go and get me my shake out of the refrigerator?” Jay asked next, sitting up. “I forgot to have my last one when we got back yesterday, so I’ll have to make up for it this morning. In fact, bring me two,” he reconsidered. “I’ll get it down now.”

Matt hesitated for a moment. He knew that, officially, as Jay’s trainer, he wasn't supposed to approve of these shakes. Still, he was in Jay’s apartment, having just spent the night, so he could hardly start lecturing him now.

Still in a state of undress, Matt slipped out of the room and tiptoed over the mess that was littering the living space. He opened the fridge and felt a pang of arousal as he remembered just how many Jay had prepared for himself.

“Thanks,” Jay smiled, getting back from the bathroom as Matt returned. “I can still feel that burger from last night,” he chuckled, rubbing the shelf of stomach fat, before taking a deep deep breath chugging one of the shakes.

Matt’s penis, which hadn’t been flaccid since the moment he woke up next to Jay, began to pump itself harder upon watching Jay drink. He found it embarrassing how quickly his arousal responded to stuff like this and he moved his hand to cover it up; not wanting Jay to see and realise what a freak he was. However, as he looked at the bedsheets, he could see that the same thing was happening to Jay as well, with his own hardness pushing the material upwards, throbbing up and down like a heartbeat.

Taking himself off to the bathroom, Matt calmed himself down. He was so into Jay, he couldn’t ruin it, like last time. When he returned, both shakes were emptied and Jay was up, checking his body out in the mirror; that old jock physique of his destroyed and replaced with the chubby, overfed form there was today. Gone was the youthful pertness of his glutes, now so wide and juicy. All the added fat had swollen his chest up so considerably, with his new, pointed nipples looking alert and sharp as they started to droop a little onto the broad, shockingly ball-like stomach that completely dominated the boy’s appearance.

Matt went over and kissed the chub sweetly, hoping that Jay wouldn’t feel differently now the morning had arrived. Afterwards, he took the guy’s hand and then gently led him back to bed; making love to him slowly and passionately this time; wanting to show Jay just how much he could adore and cherish him, if he would only give him the chance.

When Jay turned up for their training session the next day, there was an air of mischief about him. The pair of them were chuckling and smiling, knowing exactly what they had got up to at the weekend and excited to be in each other’s company again. Now when Matt had to touch him, supporting his arms in a certain way, or correcting his posture, it sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. If he tried to get tough with Jay to get him to build up a sweat, the guy would come back with something flirtatious or rude, making Matt laugh.

“What time do you finish tonight?” Jay asked after a particularly arousing session where Jay had actually done very little indeed.

“Ten,” Matt replied, wincing at how late it was going to be.

“That’s okay,” Jay smiled excitedly. “Want to stay over again?”

Matt looked around, trying to hold himself back from wanting to kiss Jay right there and then; the cutest, chubbiest guy currently at the gym that moment. He knew how unprofessional it was to be dating his client. In some ways, it was like playing with fire; both terrifying and thrilling. “Want me to bring anything over?” he asked politely, knowing how low Jay was getting on supplies like lubricant and condoms after the weekend.

“You could pick me up some doughnuts,” Jay happily agreed.

“Oh, right. Okay,” Matt mumbled in surprise. That hadn’t been what he had meant at all. “Any particular kind?” he offered, not wanting to spoil the mood by declining.

“Just the twelve pack that you can get at the late night convenience place at the end of my street,” Jay answered him, clearly wanting to kiss him goodbye, but knowing that he couldn’t here.

Slapping the twelve pack of doughnuts on the counter a while later, Matt couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. Here he was getting a spark of arousal at buying all this sugar and fat for his chubby lover. What would people say if they knew? He strolled over to Jay’s place and was buzzed in, finding the apartment door open as he made it up the stairs.

Seeing his chubby boy sprawled out on the couch, Matt took off his shirt and smiled, closing the door behind him before he marched straight over to kiss his new lover. Still dressed in his gym clothes, Jay’s stomach was falling out of his t-shirt as he twisted his head for the kiss. Two more empty flasks of shake sat on the floor beside the couch, alongside another pizza box that Jay must have picked up right after his workout.

Matt had slipped his hand onto Jay’s tummy as he went back for another kiss. How could he tell him off for his bad diet when he looked so adorable right now?

“Did you get my doughnuts?” Jay asked.

Matt nodded, getting up to collect them and feeling surprised at how eagerly Jay took them from him.

“Amazing! You got the cream filled ones!” Jay cheered, ripping the box open and pushing a doughnut straight in his mouth.

Matt hadn’t realised that there were different types, having just bought the first pack he’d found in the store, but he was pleased that it was giving Jay so much pleasure. He gazed with adoration as he ate, feeling himself falling hard for the guy. He sat there, on the floor, below the couch, rubbing Jay’s leg, observing it all. Doughnut number 5, 6 and 7 disappeared. Afterwards, Matt slipped in beside him, kissing his head from behind and holding the overfed boy tenderly. Whilst he couldn’t wait to sleep with Jay again, these tender moments were something he never wanted to rush.

“Did anyone notice that we were flirting at the gym? Jay asked as they lay tenderly together later on. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“That’s not something I want you to worry about,” Matt whispered into his ear. “I can handle any fallout if it comes to that.”

“I’ve actually wanted to quit weight training for quite some time. I just didn’t know how to tell you properly. Then our little relationship wouldn’t be so much of an issue.”

“So, we’re in a relationship, huh?” Matt teased, beaming with pride and hugging his boyfriend tightly from behind. “I don’t want you to give it up just for me, though,” he added regretfully.

“You’re the only reason I stuck it out so long,” Jay chuckled. “The truth is, I’m getting a lot more of a buzz out of developing my mass in ways that aren’t strength training related.”

Matt lifted his head as he lay in bed and looked down at the fat filled stomach on Jay; his hardness immediately throbbed into the guy’s doughy glutes. He wished he could control it; still wanting to conceal the fact that he found the idea of Jay becoming even more overweight so wildly erotic. He realised that as much as he would try to reason with Jay about his overeating and general laziness, his dick would always be there, trying to undermine his words of caution.

Although Jay didn’t acknowledge it with his words, he reached across for yet another doughnut, even though he had previously said he was stuffed. Was that for Matt’s benefit? Was he doing it to turn him on? Perhaps it was yet another unintended error of Matt’s that was dragging Jay even further down this crazy rabbit hole.

Jay’s gains began to speed up quite dramatically within the first six months of their relationship; Matt’s guilt increasing with every pound. There were times when he should have stepped in to stop Jay pushing his appetite too hard. When he discovered Jay buying in clothes for himself that were far too large, he could have asked why. He knew so much about nutrition and what it all was doing to Jay’s body, bloating it more and more beyond recognition. He’d crossed 300lbs. That should have been a moment for them both to take stock and reevaluate things; but the arousal of it all; the way Jay seemed to not care in the slightest about how people were seeing him these days; that confidence; the love that Matt felt for him. It all culminated to ensure the personal trainer kept quiet and allowed it to continue.

Jay’s body was stunning. There wasn’t a single spot where the fat hadn’t done its work, softening and swelling him up. With the lack of weight training, Jay’s chest had succumbed to the blubber, now filling up under his armpits and inflating his arms. All the while, his gut and wide butt quietly continued to grow ever more; becoming more extreme with each passing day. 

Matt couldn’t say not to Jay on his birthday. He’d asked him again and again what he wanted to do for it: a day trip, a weekend hotel stay, any gift he wanted. But all Jay had insisted on was a take-out meal in front of the TV.

“This ice cream is definitely the best,” Jay smiled, scooping out from the tub with his spoon. “I can’t believe you found some!”

“Well, you’re worth it,” Matt smiled. “I even found some of those special flavour doughnuts that you tried a few months ago. So you’ve got something to enjoy tomorrow as well.”

“Tomorrow?” Jay chuckled sceptically. “I’ll be having those bad boys tonight! It is my birthday after all!”

Matt laughed and nodded. There was no arguing with that logic.

“In fact,” Jay continued. “I’d like you to be the one to feed them to me.”

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Matt pretended to spill his glass of water and made a fuss, grabbing a towel from the kitchen.

“Why do you always do that?” Jay asked, obviously downbeat. “You’ve got to know that I love the idea of you feeding me. We both clearly get off on how fat I’m getting. Everyone thinks you’re a feeder now. They saw you with your ex; they’ve seen me getting over 350lbs. You’ve heard them whispering it behind your back. So why won’t you ever feed me?”

Matt tried to brush the comments off. It wasn’t the right time; not on Jay’s birthday. However, his refusal to answer only seemed to make things worse. “Okay,” he finally surrendered. “I’m not being coy,” he admitted. “I… I just…” he stumbled. “It was when I was dating Chris.”

“The four hundred pound guy you were with before me?” Jay asked, with only a mild hint of jealousy.

“Chris and I didn’t meet at a club like I told everyone. We actually met on a kink website for feeders and gainers.” 

“How did I not know this?” Jay laughed, realising that his shy boyfriend had been holding out on him the entire time. “So you used to feed Chris to make him gain weight?”

Matt nodded. “It was great. It felt amazing. I fell ridiculously in love with the guy. He put on about 40lbs in the time we were together.”

“You dark horse!” Jay joked, barely containing his delight.

“But it just wrecked things in the end. We both wanted him bigger and fatter. We spoke about it endlessly. But when Chris was in a mood with me for something, he used to blame only me for making him fat. He said it was all my fault he was so unhappy. I spent so much of my time trying to make him smile and the second something pissed him off, he’d throw it all back in my face.”

“That’s not very nice,” Jay agreed, pleased to finally learn how Matt’s previous relationship had ended.

“Then there was one day when Chris’ car broke down. He came over in such a bad mood and started taking it all out on me. He ended up getting drunk and heading out with his friends. He made out to them all that I was fattening him secretly. He even messaged my parents to say the same thing.”

“Shit!” Jay cringed for him, now realising why Matt’s parents had never been especially warm with him.

“Chris apologised, of course. But it was too late. Fake news like that travels like wildfire. Even though I knew I was always going to be attracted to bigger guys, I always promised myself, I wouldn’t ever get caught up in a situation like that again. Not if it risked making someone as special as you so unhappy.”

Jay nodded, completely understanding. “It makes sense,” he nodded in agreement. “But you’re not to blame for how I’m turning out. I’m not Chris, and I never have been.”

“I get that, but..” Matt tried to counter.

“No, I mean it. I’ve wanted to be a fat boy for as long as I can remember. I felt so ashamed about it. I thought a muscle gain might quench that thirst, but it didn’t. There is no part of me that is doing this just for your pleasure,” he stated sincerely. “So stop with the guilt.”

Matt nodded, feeling that he had been thoroughly put in his place. This wasn’t all about him. This was Jay’s journey.

“But I think you also know how huge I want to get. I know you’ve spotted some of the clothes I’ve been buying recently,” Jay smiled.

“Yeah, those sweatpants you bought the other day…” Matt nodded knowingly. “They were something else!”

Jay beamed with pride. “Aren’t they just!” he chuckled. “So why don’t you tell me, seriously,” he insisted. “How do you really feel about me getting so fat that I could actually wear pants like that?”

Matt considered his answer, knowing how upfront and honest they were both trying to be that evening. “Excited,” he replied simply. “Really turned on by it.”

“So, would you be willing to help me with getting there?” Jay asked.

Matt knew what Jay was asking of him and he sighed at the hard choice he was having to make. “I really want to,” he admitted, rubbing Jay’s rounded gut and admiring the tight softness. “It’s been so difficult trying to hold myself back sometimes.”

“Then stop,” Jay shrugged. “You know that I’m doing this, with or without your help.”

The two men looked at each other with true honesty in their eyes. “Okay,” Matt smiled at last. “Okay, I’ll.. try.”

Jay beamed brightly and slouched his fat body into the tortured couch, placing his limp hands at his side and opening his mouth, waiting. “No time like the present. It is my birthday, after all!”

Matt, who had not been anticipating such an immediate start, fumbled slightly, not knowing what to do as he picked up a doughnut from the table. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked nervously.

Jay nodded, raising his eyebrows with excitement, but did not close his mouth as the doughnut was dangled so wonderfully close to his face.

With the doughnut in his hand, Matt pressed it into Jay’s greedy mouth. The boy moaned in appreciation and took as large a bite as he could. The sound was instantly arousing. Already he felt the sugar uncomfortably sticking to his fingers. By the time the third bite came along, he knew the remaining piece was too big, but pushed it into Jay’s mouth anyway; making the fat boy’s cheeks swell with fattening dough and sugar. Yet, still the glutton gorged, sucking the sugar off Matt’s fingers as soon as he possibly could. This was hot!

Jay’s hand reached towards the hunk’s crotch, feeling the arousal his part in the feeding had given him. Then he smirked gleefully. There was no hiding anything now as they both undressed entirely. “Feed me another,” he demanded.

Matt did as he was told, picking up more confidence with each fresh doughnut he pushed into the horny boy’s mouth. Seeing sugar glistening on the glutton’s cheeks, the arousal in his eyes; the pleasure he took from drawing this side of Matt out.

“Am I a good piggy?” Jay asked teasingly,sucking on Matt’s hardness as the doughnuts were all finished at last.

Moaning softly, feeling his dick getting sticky from the fat guy’s sugary saliva, Matt nodded in agreement. Had Jay really just referred to himself as a ‘piggy’?

“Say it then,” Jay demanded, letting his hand take over for the few seconds he needed his mouth to talk. “Tell me what a good, fattening pig I am.”

Matt’s brain was foggy with lust. He could tell that Jay was already holding back, not allowing him to climax just yet. “You’re a good piggy,” he heard himself saying, worrying that he could ejaculate the moment he felt the words leaving his mouth. “And I do want you get fatter,” he admitted. “I always have.”

“Prove it then,” Jay suddenly demanded, slipping his mouth and hands away from Matt’s hardness; cutting him off in an instant.

“How?” Matt asked, having been so close to finishing before this abrupt stop.

“The refrigerator,” Jay simply replied; smirking in triumph.

Matt knew in an instant what he needed to do. He headed straight over and collected Jay’s calorie shake from the cool refrigerator and held it in his hands, about to become the world’s biggest hypocrite after everything he had said about these things.

“What do you want me to do?” asked a super horny birthday boy, laying back again and letting the fat splay into the seat once more.

“I want you to drink it,” Matt replied, already unscrewing the lid.

“What’s it going to do to me?” Jay whispered next, savouring the kinky moment between them both.

“It’s going to make you fatter,” Matt smiled back, so happy to be drawn into the game; so happy that he was doing this at last.

Matt stepped closer to the fat boy and then sat beside him, using his free hand to jiggle the immense softness that had enveloped Jay’s torso, whilst kissing him deeply. Then, just as Jay was really getting into it, he lifted his free hand up and gently rocked the boy’s head backwards so that his mouth pointed towards the ceiling, in position for the pouring.

“Are you ready, Piggy?” Matt asked, finally unleashing his true self. “It’s time to grow for me…”

Jay’s eyes were dancing with excitement as they drifted from his feeder’s gaze and up towards the ominously held jug of calorie shake looming above his head. Then, just like that, his mouth opened wider than Matt had ever seen it go before.

Matt couldn’t put his finger on when exactly he came, but he knew he hadn’t been done pouring. His fat boy had slipped his pudgy, sweaty hand onto his hardness and tugged at it; pushed it right into his giant, jiggling stomach, until Matt could stand it no longer. His orgasm had been years in the making and he moaned louder than any of his former lovers had ever heard him.

A new beast had just been unleashed.

[gainerfinn24]

You’re not done growing fat boy

[pigsfeedermaster]

That's what I want for you 🐷

[ganggain-deactivated20241016]

Crazy idea but would any cool feedees want to do an online stuffing challenge? like we see who can eat the most over a given time period?

Please, everyone weigh in on this idea

[timetofatten]

Realising what you’ve done to yourself

[fattenthehog]

This is attractive.

[fattenthehog]

I’m a feeder for hire. Hire me, fly me out to you for however many days you desire, pay me for my service and I’ll be sure to fatten you up or at least pack pounds onto you. You’ll be coming out of “Fat Jail” much much fatter! Message me for more details. I want to pursue this career.

[gainerfinn24]

Been wanting to do this again. Any volunteers? 😏

[isaiahpsa420]

fatty greedy piggy expose me

Im a big chubby hungry fatty greedy piggy come feed me making me more fatter I love being fucked while I'm eating or being fed I'm craving for dick cum and food feed me

[maximumfed]

loving your blubber, that sack of lard hanging off your front and big fat flabby tits! ❤️ Nice to see you fattening up lol

Well thank you! It’s certainly the goal

[peterchub]

Who wanna rub my belly and feed me fatter