thicclads

Literally just guys I like. Plenty of reposts. I like sending and receiving messages. I accept submissions 😅🇦🇺🏉🏈

[joshgrant]

[newkidintownme]

Congratulations on the pregnancy, fatso! This is what happens when you're gaming all day long, while sitting on your lazy fat ass and snacking on all kinds of trash food. People always react shocked when this fatty tells them he's a professional sporter, until they learn he's a professional e-sporter. There's clearly a lot of difference between the body of those two types of sportsmen. At least he grew something to rest his laptop on now.

[paunchstar]

Luke!! My god he blew up

[dadbodappreciation583]

“Guy absolutely beautiful and fit before university - goes to university and now he is thiccccc as fuck!” (Submission)

You don’t really start to notice until picture 4 where his face has fattened up. By 5 you can see a little bit of a belly growing. Comparing the first pic to the last pic he’s completely changed…. abs to round gut.

Submissions can be sent via the following:

“Submit” tab | KIK (thedk159) | E-mail: [email protected]

[newkidintownme]

What the actual fuck? This was the guy that broke hearts in highschool, but it seems like university broke his discipline and diet and now he’s breaking chairs instead of hearts. It must be funny for all those girls you cheated on in the past to see you blowing up like a balloon. In highschool you were all about working out in the gym and maintaining a healthy lifestyle, but since you joined a frat you gained a very healthy appetite and a lot of pounds instead, chubbs. Congrats on growing a dadbod before you’re even 20, fatso!

[kitmatchunky]

Pride Belly 🏳️‍🌈

Belly Pride ❤️

[chubbyfrosty]

So we tried wearing each other’s clothes

[jdhshsifmvjdh]

Stretch Marks

It drives me absolutely wild with lust when I see a big bloated guy and his belly is completely riddled with stretch marks. Stretch marks are when your skin can't keep up with how fast you are getting fatter, which means the guy is either:

a. A complete and total food addicted pig who has been overeating for a long time (or hell, maybe not even that long of a time). He is probably eating 2-3x what he should be at every meal. He has a sweet tooth and is constantly having sugary foods and desserts after every meal. He is so addicted that even the appearance of angry red scars on his belly doesn't deter him from continuing to over-indulge. His friends all joke about the portion sizes he packs away and makes fun of how fat he is getting-- they are completely shocked when they see him at the beach or the pool and see the damage he has done to his body. He even has bloated puffy arms that have their own small stretch marks, showcasing the blubber inflating under his skin, while his giant rotund belly sticks out a foot in front of him and hangs down over his swim trunks. Speaking of swim trunks-- those were obviously purchased quite a few pounds ago because they look like they are painted on over thick, chubby thighs, barely containing his blubbery ass cheeks.

or b. He's like one of you guys-- a horny kinky gainer who is also addicted, but not so much addicted to the food, but the results of what the food does. Which means he spends every waking moment packing more and more food into his gut because the only thing that makes him horny and gets him to an orgasm is the thought of getting bigger and fatter. Every morning, he wakes up and chugs 2,000 calories of weight gain shake, then heads out to go get a high calorie fast food breakfast. He then spends the rest of the day alternating between snacking and shoveling in processed slop. The stretch marks on his belly are not worn as an act of indifference or shame, but of pride, knowing that he did this to himself. He is slowly disabling himself under hundreds of pounds of blubber, making it harder to walk, harder to do everything. His dick gets hard every time he gets up off the couch and slowly waddles to the kitchen, feeling every roll of flab jiggle and bounce. Every time he tries to pull up an old pair of jeans and they get stuck on his growing thighs, he gets so horny he has to stop and masturbate, another activity that is getting increasingly difficult as he grows-- breathing heavy and grunting as he reaches around that bloated, stretch mark covered belly to paw at his increasingly fat pad covered cock.

[thespiderpig1999]

Idk why but the concept of obesity being a contagious disease is so hot!

Like just one touch or sharing bodily fluids and boom you’ve got obesity and start to gain weight no matter what you do!

Like you could be in peak fitness but now you’ve caught obesity you start to pile on the pounds, no matter how much you exercise or how healthily you eat, the pounds keep piling on!

[charliegyrth]

Dude! I love this idea! There are so many stories you can set in this world.

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Inescapable Growth

A lot of people talked about the obesity epidemic, but I never really paid attention. I was thin. All my friends were thin. So what if the overall population was ballooning out of control? It's the 21st century. People are just lazy and addicted to their phones.

Well, it became an issue when, as if overnight, all the eligible gay men in my town suddenly got fat. Even some of my friends, who seemed like they'd be lifelong twinks, were sprouting round bellies and dumptruck asses.

I still hung out with them, but I refused to hook up with anyone out of shape. I had standards, after all. Because of that, my dating pool was shrinking, and it really bothered me.

One night, I was at my favorite gay bar. It was packed, like more so than usual, but the crowd seemed particularly fat. I asked the bartender if I'd accidentally shown up for Bear Night, but he told me no. This was just what the crowd looked like now.

That's when I realized what a problem this was. If I couldn't find a single set of abs in a gay bar on Friday night, then what had the world come to?

I didn't bother going to the dance floor, because there were some real chunkers grinding on each other. I stayed at the bar and sipped my rum and Coke, silently praying that I'd find one guy who wasn't a total blob.

It took a while, but finally, I spotted him. He was blond and tall. His face was a little below my standards, but his slender body stood out among the sea of fat.

Perfect.

I chugged the rest of my drink and headed toward him. "Hey. I'm Jesse."

He introduced himself. His name was Noel, and, like me, he was very disappointed by what had become of our town. He checked me out and (though he seemed disappointed that I was so short), he invited me back to his place.

Yes, please.

On the ride over, he told me that he wasn't interested in big guys either. He hooked up with one last month because he was desperate, but afterward, he vowed to himself that he'd never lower his standards again.

I liked hearing that. Yeah, it came across as vain, but he was saying exactly how I felt. (Minus the hooking-up-with-a-fat-guy part. I would never.)

Everything seemed to be going well. We were all over each other as we stumbled inside. His cock had sprung to life and I could feel its impressive size (and warmth) as he grinded his hips against me.

He led me straight to his bedroom, pushed me onto his mattress, and yanked off his shirt.

That's when I was struck with disappointment. Noel wasn't fat like all the other guys at the bar, but he wasn't skinny. He had a thick roll under his belly button and a red line across his middle, an announcement that his stomach folded over itself when he sat.

He was, I don't know... 15 pounds overweight? Maybe 20. Invisible under his clothes but very obvious when he was shirtless above me.

He noticed my expression. "I didn't always... I mean..."

Fuck it. I was breaking my rule, but it was too late now. I pulled him closer and helped him out of his pants.

When I woke up the next morning, he was already awake. Smiling at me. Tracing his fingers down my abs. "Morning."

"Good morning," I said. I usually didn't spend the night, but... we went at it for a while. I got pretty tired. And after sleeping it off, my ass was still sore.

He asked me if I wanted breakfast. I should've left, but I was hungrier than usual.

He fixed us both omelets and we talked. We didn't really get a chance to get to know each other the night before, so it was nice to know that we had a lot of things in common. Not just our taste in men, but... you know, movies and music and stuff. Perhaps this was more than just a one-night stand.

The conversation was flowing until he got serious and said, "Sorry about, you know, my softness. I'm usually not so out of shape."

"You're a bodybuilder compared to everyone else in town."

I meant that as a compliment, but he looked away like I'd offended him. "It happened after I had sex with that fat guy. Feels like... I don't know."

This seemed to really bother him. And it bothered me at first, but the sex was so great, and I didn't feel him jiggle or anything when he was pounding me, so... "You're gonna lose it," I assured him.

"I'm trying to," he mumbled.

The conversation moved onto happier topics after that. We finished breakfast, made out a little, and I headed home.

I thought about Noel a lot after that. Based on our... you know, dynamic, I expected him to call me. He didn't. I waited three days and nothing.

Finally, I decided to text him. No response.

I took the hint, assuming that our one night together was all I was going to get.

Life seemed to go back to normal. I went to work. Hung out with friends. Watched a couple movies. But every time I went outside, I noticed that the people around just kept getting bigger.

Even the guys at the gym were growing layers of fat over their muscles. I used to have to wait in line for one of the treadmills, but now, they were empty. Always empty. People gravitated toward the weights and other equipment, but it was like the whole world gave up on cardio.

Two weeks later (after another failed night at the bar), I was running on the treadmill when something horrible happened.

I jiggled.

I'd never experienced that sensation before, and it startled ed me. I switched off the machine and ran over to the wall mirrors. Aside from the look of panic, I didn't see anything wrong with my reflection.

But when I raised my shirt, I saw a puff of fat just above my waistband. Worse, my abs were completely smoothed over. I was starting to look like Noel!

I got on the scale: 15 pounds! I'd gained 15 pounds without realizing. I still ate the same. I still exercised. It didn't make sense.

I rushed to my car and sped off. I drove toward the hospital. I didn't know what I'd tell the doctor, but I had to do something! Where else could I...?

I saw Noel's apartment up ahead. Somehow, I knew that this was his fault. It had to be. Without fully thinking things through, I parked in the front and went straight to his ground-floor apartment.

"Noel! It's Jesse! Open up!"

I could hear him moving around inside. I knew he could hear my knocking.

"Please!"

There was a long pause before he called out, "One second!"

I waited much longer than a second for his door to open. I saw his beautiful, apologetic eyes. I saw his messed-up hair and unkempt stubble.

And then I saw his body.

Jesus! He was huge! It had only been two weeks and he must've gained 30 more pounds. His belly hung out of his pajama shirt and his moobs poked into the fabric like accusing fingers. He even had a double chin now. There's no way he could pretend to be skinny anymore.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

I got over my shock and let myself inside. His apartment looked the same, but there was a jump rope on the floor and a set of newly bought dumbbells by the couch.

"What is going on?"

He jiggled his belly. "This is why I didn't call you. I knew you'd... be disgusted."

Normally, yeah. I had nothing but pity for guys who let themselves go. But I liked Noel. And I could tell he wasn't doing anything to make himself fat. Just like me.

Something was happening to us, and it wasn't our fault.

He looked at me for a long time. He paid extra attention to my stomach. "Are you...?"

"Am I what?"

He stepped closer. Very gently, he asked me to lift up my shirt.

I did.

He took one look at my new pudge and flinched. "I'm so sorry," he said again. "I did this to you."

"What did you do?" I demanded.

"If I hadn't had sex with that fatty, I never would've... God!" He collapsed onto the couch. I think he was holding back tears.

I sat next to him. Waited for an explanation.

"I've been watching some videos, and um... There's a virus." He grunted as he grabbed his phone off the table. He had a YouTube video ready to play. It wasn't from a real news segment, like CNN or whatever. Just a chubby vlogger.

That's when I first heard about Adipolio. I obviously don't need to explain it to you, considering that we've been living through the disease for two full years now, but this was back in 2026, before anyone knew about the fat plague.

This YouTuber (I wish I could remember his name) had figured things out months before the CDC got its act together. He was wrong about some of the specifics but he understood the big picture: There was a sexually transmitted disease that caused extreme, permanent weight gain.

If I'd followed my rule and exclusively slept with healthy guys, I would've been safe. But Noel fucked a fatty, and then Noel fucked me, and now we were both seriously fucked.

The phone dropped out of my hands. I was numb.

Noel carefully rubbed my shoulder. He acted like I was going to lunge at him. And on some level, I wanted to. But this weight gain was inevitable, and blaming him wouldn't fix anything.

"It's okay," I told him.

He anxiously tugged at his moobs, still uncomfortable with how they stuck out of him. "No, it's not."

"Listen, if this is a disease, then there's going to be a cure eventually, right?"

"Maybe."

"And in the meantime, there's nothing we can do about it, right?"

He shrugged.

"Then the only thing we should do right now, if you're open to it, is go on that second date."

He wiped his eyes. I ignored his double chin and focused on his smile. It was still quite handsome. "Okay. How about a movie?"

So that's what we did. We went to the movies. Then we had a nice, healthy dinner. Then we went back to his place.

And just like that, we were dating.

As we grew, and as the world grew around us, we fell in love.

Despite his new size, the sex was still amazing. Yes, he jiggled now. He made noises that he didn't before. But I accepted that. And eventually, I learned to appreciate it.

I started to like the way he looked.

A few months later, he was unmistakably obese. Slow-moving. Criss-crossed with stretchmarks. Lugging around a beer gut the size of a beach ball.

He was a good 100 pounds fatter than anyone I would've been attracted to in my old life. But watching all the weight build on him (and feeling all the changes as they happened) made it all... kind of hot.

Of course, I was growing, too. Differently, but just as fast. Because of my body type, the weight collected on my hips and thighs. And because of my height, I got very wide very fast.

I used to think that fat people were all the same, but when we were together, when his over-fluffed pillow of a belly was flopping against my back and my massive, dimpled ass was grinding into him, our differences couldn't be more obvious. It was as if our bodies grew to fit our roles in the bedroom. His fat made him more substantial and dominant, and mine grew into a receptacle for his seed.

By then, the news of Adipolio had made it mainstream. It was all over the news. The president made a couple statements about it (though he kept calling it a Democrat hoax and saying that the only way to protect ourselves was to buy his new crypto coin). Religious people started calling this the End of Days. Companies sbegan manufacturing bigger cars, sturdier furniture, fat-appropriate clothes.

The world officially accepted that sex was making us fat, and we just had to let it happen until the drug companies found a cure.

With everything out in the open, Noel and I got a lot more social. For the longest time, we were riding out our weight gain together, learning to cherish each other's bodies in the privacy of our apartment. (I'd moved into his place by that point.)

But with everyone openly leading fat, happy lives, we did the same. We went out to the gay bar a lot, where my growing hips always drew a lot of attention. We walked around the park as much as our knees would let us. We visited friends for barbecues. Normal couple stuff.

I don't know the exact moment our diets changed. It was a gradual shift, I guess. Even though we were getting heavier by the day, our appetites were still the same. We ate healthy food. We didn't really snack.

But at a certain point, when you're fat enough to crack your mattress frame in two (fun times), you might as well start eating like a fatty.

Noel had more of a sweet tooth than I did, so he brought home a steady stream of ice cream. He loved that stuff, and eventually, I did, too.

We started to hit up fast food places a couple times a week, and I learned to accept, then appreciate, then crave the taste of grease.

A year into our relationship, once we were both well over 300 pounds, we started feeding each other. That was my idea. Except it wasn't really an idea. It was just a thing that happened. We were snuggled on the couch, each eating our own bucket of KFC, and I fed him one of my drumsticks.

His eyes lit up. His body jiggled with excitement. And he tore off the fried skin right from my hand.

Surprisingly erotic.

Addictive, too. After that, we usually fed each other our meals. We both worked from home at that point (most people did), and it was so much fun to shove treats into his mouth when he was trying to concentrate on his computer. Very distracting, but he loved it.

And he paid me back whenever I was trying to work.

Our gains accelerated after that. It didn't take long until he shot right past 400. I was close behind.

And then we heard the news. They'd finally gotten a vaccine. Just one shot and the weight would come off as quickly as it piled on. Huge news. It was what we'd both been waiting for, and yet... I wasn't excited.

Noel could tell by my expression. He supportively rubbed my belly and asked me how I felt.

"I don't know," I said.

On the TV, the announcer was explaining that the vaccine didn't have any major side effects, though people would have to prepare themselves for a ton of loose skin.

That creeped me out, but it wasn't the reason I was so upset.

"Do you want to go back to our skinny lives?" he asked.

At this point, it felt like I'd always been obese. My old, hot self was a different person. I barely remembered him, but I knew he wasn't as happy as I was right now.

"Would you hate me if I said no?" I asked.

He smiled, grabbed a donut off the table, and pressed it into my mouth. "Honey, I feel the exact same way."

The End

[wiionme]

[segamascott]

to make it more lynchian can't you read

[ryanporker]

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[ryanporker]

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[gainerboy08]

I finally found a way to remove the wrinkles from my shirt!

Gaining 😏

[fat-ale-fat]

hi alexis! i’m a big fan. i have been following u on instagram for a while but didn’t realize u had a tumblr until now. ur gains are so amazing and i wish so much more growth for u. btw i had a question for you. how have people in your life reacted to your weight gain? family, friends, peers at uni etc. have you ever had any interactions or moments that stuck with you?

Hi, nice to meet you. I'm flattered that you're a fan of mine. There are a lot of interactions with friends that have stayed with me; for example, I hadn't seen a friend in several months, and we agreed to meet up because he had something for me. When he saw me, he was so surprised, and he kept staring at my belly, amazed. He started teasing me about it, calling me a pig, and asked me if I was still taking care of myself, saying I was so chubby that he barely recognized me. The conversation revolved around how fat I looked, and when we said goodbye, he squeezed my belly and gave it a shake. It was very pleasurable to see how everyone noticed what I had done to my body.

[stoneeyyy]

Hey bro you're super handsome.

Whens the cut? 🤣🤣

Haha 🤣 Never!!!! 😈😈😈 <3

[hot-male-couples]

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[xy-testosterone]