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The Life of a True Fatty - Part Two – The College Years
(2021–2025)
The world slowly exhaled after a year and a half of lockdowns, masks, and Zoom classes. By fall 2021, UNLV’s campus buzzed back to life—frat parties thumping again, tailgates firing up, people hugging without hesitation (mostly). Everything felt almost normal. Almost.
Tyler, though, was anything but the same. The pandemic had been kind to his appetite and cruel to his waistline. Isolated in his off-campus housing, DoorDash became his lifeline: endless waves of burgers, wings, tacos, and milkshakes delivered straight to his couch. He lifted sporadically—maybe once a week if the mood struck—but mostly he lounged, ate, scrolled feeder forums, and jerked off to the slow, delicious swell of his own body. By the time in-person classes resumed, he’d packed on another fifteen pounds, tipping the scale at 230. The once-chiseled abs were long buried under a plush layer of pudge that spread across his chest, belly, and love handles. His arms still carried some muscle, but everything felt softer, heavier, more inviting to touch. He caught his reflection in lecture hall windows and grinned. He looked good—sturdy, thick, unmistakably bigger.
He returned to campus that fall determined to reclaim the social life the virus had stolen. Freshman year had ended abruptly, sophomore year had been a lonely haze of solo feasts and FaceTime hookups that fizzled when guys saw the full extent of his gains. Now, as a junior (finally switching to a business major after kinesiology proved too math-heavy), he had time, freedom, and a ravenous hunger for both food and fun.
The problem? His old crew had scattered. Chris had moved back to Bulgaria to train for some amateur strongman competitions. Most of his party friends were buried in pre-med or engineering workloads. Tyler found himself wandering campus alone, belly jiggling slightly under his stretched-out hoodie, wondering where he fit.
Then, one crisp September afternoon, he walked past a row of recruitment booths outside the student union. A short, slim guy with a megawatt smile and a clipboard waved him over. “What’s up, big dawg? You look like exactly the type we need in our chapter.”
Tyler glanced at the banner: Delta Chi. He’d always been curious about Greek life— the brotherhood, the endless parties—but figured he was too much of a lone wolf. The recruiter, Thad, leaned in conspiratorially. “Just come to our rush event tonight. I promise you’ll have a blast. Free beer, free food, good vibes.”
Tyler showed up. He stayed all night.
Two months later, he was a pledged Delta Chi brother, and by winter he was initiated. Rush week had sealed it: Tyler was the undisputed life of the party. The dumb, lovable ex-jock who’d shotgun a beer, then sled down the staircase on a trash-can lid mid-rager. Who’d out-eat and out-drink anyone dumb enough to challenge him. The brothers invented a team game they called “The Feast”—split into squads, each had to demolish a thirty-rack of beer, a fifth of cheap vodka, and a massive Costco pizza while racing to finish first. No vomiting allowed; that disqualified your whole team. Tyler was always the first pick. “Put the big man on our side,” they’d say. “He’ll eat the pizza alone if we need him to.”
He belonged. For the first time, he felt like he had a pack.
Frat life was a dream—until it wasn’t. Classes slipped. Assignments piled up. Midterms loomed like threats. Stress crept in, and Tyler had only one reliable cure: more food, more parties, more everything. Late-night Whataburger runs after bar close. All-you-can-eat buffets before tailgates. By spring 2022, another fifteen pounds had settled in. His face rounded out further, cheeks fuller, a proper double chin emerging when he laughed. His belly pushed insistently against every shirt, hanging just a little over his belt. The brothers noticed.
“You’re looking a little chubby there, bro.”
“Careful, man—all that beer’s starting to show.”
“Big Tyler’s turning into Huge Tyler.”
They teased, but it was affectionate, ribbing from guys who loved him. And Tyler? He soaked it up. Every comment sent a thrill straight to his groin. He embraced the role: the goofy, slightly dim, increasingly chubby brother who’d do anything for a laugh and a second helping.
The years blurred. He changed majors again—to communication studies, something vague enough to coast through. Failed classes got retaken. Hangovers became routine. The gains kept coming, steady and unstoppable.
By spring 2025, graduation loomed. Tyler crossed the stage at 330 pounds—an obese, unmistakable spectacle. His moobs had fully developed, soft and heavy, jiggling under his too-tight gown. His belly, a genuine apron now, hung low over his waistband, swaying with each step. He waddled more than walked, thighs rubbing, arms swinging out from his sides to accommodate the width.
He was far and away the fattest in the chapter. The brothers never let him forget it.
“Yo, Tubby, you need help up the stairs?”
“Save some cake for the rest of us, porker.”
“Jesus, Tyler, how much pizza did you eat this week?”
The teasing had evolved from playful to relentless, but Tyler loved every word. It made him hard. It made him feel seen. He’d become exactly what he’d fantasized about back in high school: a true fat man, lazy and indulgent, a walking monument to appetite.
His days revolved around comfort. Gym? Forgotten years ago. He spent afternoons sprawled on the frat-house couch in stretched-out sweatpants, belly spilling out, shirt riding up as he binged sitcoms and whatever feeders overnighted him—whole cheesecakes, family-sized bags of chips, liters of soda. His room was a glorious disaster: towers of empty pizza boxes, crumpled fast-food bags, soda cans forming precarious sculptures on the floor. Clothes in piles, most too small now anyway.
Dating had shifted. The muscular guys he used to chase lasted a few weeks of flirty texts, maybe a hookup if they didn’t mind the size at first. Then excuses: “Busy with work,” “Not sure about long-distance,” “Just not feeling it.” Tyler knew the truth. He’d gotten too fat for them. The rejection stung, but it also ignited him—proof of how far he’d come, how undeniable his transformation was. He’d stroke himself afterward, replaying their fading interest, the way their eyes had lingered on his belly before they ghosted.
Graduation day arrived. He squeezed into the robe, the fabric pulling taut across his gut as he shuffled across the stage. Diploma in hand, he grinned for the photos, belly proudly protruding. No one from high school would recognize the 190-pound muscle twunk he’d been. He barely recognized himself—and that thrilled him more than anything.
He’d done it. Lazy, not the sharpest, perpetually hungry, but he’d graduated. As he posed with his brothers, their arms slung around his wide back, he felt a swell of pure happiness.
The future stretched ahead, wide open and uncertain. He had no job lined up, no real plan. But for the first time, that didn’t scare him.
He was huge. He was happy. And he was just getting started…
TO BE CONTINUED
The Life of a True Fatty - Prelude/Part One
Prelude
Tyler had always known one unshakable truth about himself: he loved food. Not in the casual way most people do, but with a deep, almost reverent hunger that felt like destiny. A lot of his family shared that passion. His father, once a lean high-school quarterback, had ballooned into a soft, imposing 350-pound man whose belly swayed gently when he laughed at the dinner table. His uncle had taken it further—packing on 500 pounds by twenty-five, turning what started as weekend barbecues into a full-time lifestyle of indulgence. In Tyler's world, food was never the enemy, and the size that came with it was never shameful. It was simply what happened when you let yourself enjoy life without apology.
This is the story of one man's spectacular, unapologetic journey into fatness—a path Tyler would follow farther than anyone in his family ever dreamed.
Part One – The First Gains (2019–2020)
At eighteen, Tyler was the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. Six-foot-two, 190 pounds of long-limbed muscle from years of sports, he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who knew he looked good. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, arms thick from lifting, chest defined under fitted tees. His face had that classic, square-jawed Clark Kent appeal—strong brow, bright eyes, a smile that could charm anyone. He joked with his gay friends that he was “prime Ryan Murphy casting material,” the all-American hunk who’d play the heartthrob before the plot twist. A handful of amateur modeling gigs had already landed him a solid Instagram following, where shirtless gym selfies racked up likes and thirsty DMs.
High school had been a whirlwind of athletics—football in fall, wrestling in winter, track in spring. Tyler was the guy coaches fought over, the one teammates wanted on their side because he could outrun, outjump, and outmuscle almost anyone. He wasn’t book-smart, but on the field he was gold. Compliments followed him everywhere: “Big dude,” “You’re a tank,” “Don’t let anyone tackle you.”
But Tyler harbored a secret that never made it onto the field or into group chats. Late at night, when the house was quiet, he scrolled through gainer blogs and forums, mesmerized by the men who’d surrendered to their appetites. Soft bellies spilling over waistbands, thick thighs straining jeans, double chins forming under contented smiles—he couldn’t look away. The thought of his own body softening, rounding out, growing heavy and undeniable made his pulse race. He’d order late-night McDonald’s or a Dairy Queen Blizzard, eat until his stomach ached in the best way, then stroke himself to fantasies of becoming one of those men. He wanted the heft, the jiggle, the way clothes would hug and stretch. He wanted to be BIG.
College was supposed to be his fresh start. Las Vegas in the fall of 2019 felt like paradise for someone with his appetite—an endless buffet of neon-lit restaurants, 24-hour diners, and fast-food joints glowing on every corner. He moved into the UNLV dorms and met his roommate on day one: Christov, “Chris,” a Bulgarian bodybuilder with a thick accent, tree-trunk arms, and the same wide-eyed enthusiasm for life that Tyler had. They clicked instantly—two big, naive guys ready to lift heavy, party harder, and chase whatever felt good.
The semester hit like a freight train. Tyler declared kinesiology as his major (for now), but classes took a backseat to the real education: Vegas nightlife. Parties every weekend, frat houses, strip-club after-parties, bottomless brunches that bled into late lunches. Without a proper kitchen in the dorm, meals came from campus food courts, drive-thrus, and whatever delivery app was trending. Tyler skipped the gym more often than he hit it—why lift when you could shotgun beers and demolish a tower of tacos instead?
Chris noticed. “Bro,” he’d say in his rolling accent, clapping Tyler’s shoulder, “we could make you a mass monster. Come lift with me. You’ve got the frame for it.” Tyler would nod, promise to show up tomorrow, then ghost the rec center for another night of In-N-Out and flirting.
By spring semester, the changes had crept in. Fifteen pounds settled mostly in his midsection—a soft layer where carved abs used to be, a gentle curve of paunch that pushed against his belt when he sat. His jawline, once razor-sharp, had softened under a faint cushion of chub. XL shirts clung a little tighter across the chest and belly, the fabric pulling when he stretched. The freshman fifteen had claimed him.
He felt the embarrassment acutely. Summer break loomed, and he could already hear the comments back home: “College treated you well, huh?” “Someone discovered beer and pizza.” His gay friend group wasn’t subtle either. Rob, scrolling through Tyler’s latest selfie, texted: “Babe, we can’t have you looking chubby like this. Time to cut.” The words stung, but they also lit something else inside him—a quiet thrill at being called chubby, at the proof his body was changing.
By day he flushed with shame. By night he locked his door, scrolled those same gainer pages, and jerked off to the thought of letting go completely. The softness felt good. The way his stomach pressed against his waistband after a big meal, the slight jiggle when he walked—it turned him on more than any six-pack ever had. But he couldn’t admit it. Not yet. So he did what everyone expected: he went on a diet.
Early March, he started strict. Dry chicken breast, overcooked rice, limp steamed veggies from the dining hall. Measured portions, scheduled eating, lifts with Chris after class, nightly jogs around campus. His friends cheered him on—“You’ve got this!” “Looking leaner already!”—and Chris beamed like a proud coach. Tyler hated every second. The food tasted like cardboard. His stomach growled constantly. He craved the greasy comfort of a Caniac Combo, the thick sweetness of an Oreo Blizzard sliding down his throat. How did people live like this?
A week in, he’d dropped two pounds. The scale said progress, but he felt worse—hollow, irritable, deprived. The compliments rang false. Then came the email that changed everything.
UNLV alert: In-person classes cancelled due to pandemic. Rec center and campus facilities closed until further notice.
Tyler stared at the screen, heart pounding. The world was shutting down, fear spreading, but all he could think was: No gym. No schedule. No one watching. It felt like fate. A sign that the diet was over. That it was finally time to eat.
He closed the email, opened DoorDash, and ordered enough for three people: double cheeseburgers, large fries, nuggets, an oreo shake thick enough to chew. When the bags arrived, he spread everything across his desk, the warm smell filling the tiny dorm room. Chris was out—probably panic-buying protein powder or trying to keep track of which girl he was talking to that week —so Tyler was alone.
He ate slowly at first, savoring the forbidden salt and fat. Then faster, greedier. Grease slicked his fingers. His stomach stretched, pressing happily against his waistband. By the time the last fry disappeared, he was stuffed, breathing heavy, a soft dome of fullness rounding his middle. He leaned back, hand drifting under his shirt to rub the taut, warm swell.
For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel guilty.
He felt just right
And he knew he wasn’t stopping anytime soon…
TO BE CONTINUED
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the diet
“Hey guys! Jacob here, today I’m starting my weight loss journey!” Jacob tugged at the hem of his blue hoodie. It wasn’t unwearable yet but it was clinging to his, recently developed, soft belly. He put his hand on it as he continued, “This morning I weighed in at 192 pounds. Which isn’t too big but definitely my heaviest weight as of yet and I wanna keep it that way!“
Jacob had dark brown hair, light tan skin, and was about 6 foot tall. He was soft, had some muscle but not much. Jacob had played some sports growing up and had generally kept fit throughout high school and college, but since post-grad and getting a desk job he had softened up significantly.
“I plan to watch what I eat, cut down on processed food, and work out 5 times a week! This excess chub should just melt off of me and I will be lean again in no time!! I will update you guys on how it’s going soon!”
Jacob turned off his phone and set it down as he thought to himself, tomorrow, I’m starting the diet tomorrow.
Current weight: 192 lbs
Weight gained: 0 lbs
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“Hey everybody, it’s been a bit!” Jacob smiled sheepishly at the camera. The brunet had softened up even more since his first video. His blue hoodie is tight now, barely covering the bottom of his belly. “So the diet isn’t going as planned. I thought I could control myself but I’ve managed to put on 30 pounds since I started my ‘weight loss’ journey!“
He had tried vaguely to diet some and workout occasionally the first couple weeks after he had posted his video, but his efforts didn’t last long. Jacob had been getting fast food most days, laying on the couch for hours after sitting at his desk all day, and saying over and over to himself, “I’ll workout and eat clean tomorrow.” So far he hadn’t kept that promise.
“I promise that I’ll try again and actually get serious about losing weight. Work has been so draining recently and everyone knows I love to comfort eat. Next video I will have lost weight for sure, I’m just off to a rocky start! See you guys next time.”
He ended the recording. “I should have a salad tonight, to kick off my new efforts for weight loss,” Jacob said to himself. When he looked into his fridge he saw leftover pizza. Well I should get rid of that now that I’m going to eat healthy he thought. He moved to throw the pizza away but stopped himself and thought to himself, I can’t waste food like that. I’ll just finish it off as a last cheat meal, no harm in that. Save the salad for tomorrow.
Current weight: 222 lbs
Weight gained: 30 lbs
“Alright it’s Jacob, back with another video!” the brunet smiled, looking happier than previous videos. Despite his stomach hanging out of the bottom of his hoodie by several inches, his rounded face was smiling. “So you probably can’t tell but! I lost 4 pounds! Well, I gained 55 pounds but then I lost 4 of those! My biggest loss during this journey! I know I’ve not been on track most of the time but I really think I’m turning it around.”
Jacob had gained all over since the last video he had posted. No one following along with his journey had much faith in him losing the weight he had gained during his “weight loss” journey. They could all see his belly jiggle and how wide his thighs were getting. His sweatpants looked more like leggings and though it wasn’t visible in the video, they could tell his ass had grown too from how wide his hips had gotten.
Jacob bent down slightly to grab his phone to stop the video, as he did so the sound of his pants ripping stopped him in his tracks. The shocked O shape of his mouth was all the audience needed to see to know his pants had torn.
“Oh no,” Jacob’s chubby face was closer to the camera as he held the phone up, “I guess I need new workout clothes. See you guys next time.“
Jacob rushed to stop recording. “I can not believe it! Even with those 4 pounds lost, I’m still too big for my clothes!” he said aloud to himself. “I’m gonna go for a run,” his stomach rumbled as he said it, “But first I need a pre-workout snack!”
He headed into the kitchen. After his “snack” he felt too full to run, he didn’t wanna jiggle and upset his tummy. Instead he took a nap on the couch. I will run tomorrow!
Current weight: 273 lbs
Weight gained: 81 lbs
“Hey guys, so I’m back with another weight update,” Jacob sighed, “there is no point calling it a weight loss journey anymore since I’ve managed to pack on well over 100 pounds since I started this.” He was dressed in a new blue hoodie that fit better than the old one but was by no means loose. The previously chubby man was certainly a fat man now at over 300 pounds. His softening jawline had swapped to a full on double chin, his thighs rubbed together every time he walked, and his arms were even getting jiggly. But his belly was the main attraction. It had blown up as he gained 123 pounds, it had stretch marks all over and was slowly developing into a double belly. His ass had grown too, from the many hours he had spent sat on it at both work and in his living room.
“I really don’t know how this is going so wrong! Everyday I say ‘today I am going to eat healthy and workout’ and it never happens.” Jacob sighed again and patted his big tummy. “This thing seems to be running my life at the moment, maybe I should just give in and be the fat boy my appetite wants me to be!“
Jacob thought, for a moment, about what it would be like to let himself fully indulge in the fat lifestyle. No longer think about dieting or working out, no longer beating himself up for gaining weight, letting himself admit that he actually enjoyed being fat and gaining weight. He smiled at that.
“I don’t know guys, I’ll keep you all updated, see you soon!” He turned off his phone and with a new sense of determination, walked into the kitchen.
Current weight: 315lbs
Weight gained: 123 lbs
“Hey guys! It’s Jacob again,” this time his smile was almost as wide as his body. He looked massively bigger than he did in his last video and his hoodie barely managed to cover the top of his stomach. His sweatpants were clinging to his thighs once more and he knew he needed new clothes but he loved the feeling of tight ones too much.
“I decided to say fuck it! I love eating and I hate running, so I’ve stopped punishing myself everyday for doing what I enjoy,” Jacob’s hand rested on the top curve of his belly and was gently rubbing it as he spoke. “Yes, I’ve gained 260 pounds since starting this journey but this is the happiest I’ve ever been with my body!”
And what a body it was. Jacob now had a huge pair of moobs, his legs and hips much wider than before, even his feet were getting fatter! However, his stomach took the cake. Literally. He had just eaten a whole sheet cake to celebrate over 250 pounds gained! His lower belly was big and soft, his “new” hoodie was incapable of covering it. The upper belly was tight and hard since it was currently stuffed full of food.
“My new diet is ‘eat whatever I want whenever I want’ and my exercise routine is ‘walking to the fridge’. I’ll check in with you guys again once I hit 500 pounds.”
Jacob turned the camera off and smiled again. Speaking of the fridge, I wonder what’s in there right now. He waddled away to find out.
Current weight: 452lbs
Weight gained: 260lbs
“Hi guys! I’m back!” Jacob waddled around in a slow circle to show off how big he had gotten while his pudgy fingers held a burger that he was taking bites of. The glutton had let himself go so intensely that he couldn’t imagine going without food for the few minutes it would take him to film his update. “I am happy to report that I am currently 538 pounds!”
Most of the over 80 pounds he had put on went directly to his ass, hips, and thighs. Jeans were a problem now and he had to wear sweatpants most days, even at work. Speaking of work, they had to replace his chair twice already as he had broken one and gotten stuck in the second one. Soon he would be struggling to get through doorways with how wide he was getting. His belly had grown some too and was getting closer and closer to his knees every day. Walking was becoming a struggle but Jacob didn’t mind, as long as he could get food he didn’t care if he was out of breath after walking to his front door to grab food deliveries.
“I can’t believe I weigh over a quarter of a ton!!! Hopefully soon I’ll be half a ton and maybe one day a full ton… Well, I’ll update you all soon. Someone suggested I try Boost to get more gains so we’ll see how that works out! Goodbye,” Jacob smiled to himself then took another bite of his burger. He was getting massive and he loved every second of it. If only he had someone to share this journey with.
Current weight: 538 lbs
Weight gained: 346 lbs
"Everyone, say hello to my boyfriend!” Jacob was standing next to a handsome man with dark curly hair and brown skin. The man was helping Jacob to stand up, gently pinching his soft sides.
“Hello everyone, I am Artemis,” he said with a shy smile on his face.
“He saw my videos and started messaging me and it turned out that we live in the same town!” Jacob said, super excited to share his boyfriend with his audience. “We hung out a few times and really hit it off so now we are dating. He has been helping me with my gains too and I am up to 651 pounds!!”
Relationship weight had hit Jacob hard. Now that he no longer had to walk to the fridge and back as much, he barely moved anymore. He had put on over 100 pounds since meeting Artemis and he was nothing but ecstatic.
"We also started trying weight gain shakes and using Boost and boy have those helped!” Jacob and Artemis both patted on Jacob’s stomach. The fatter man patted the top part where he could reach and Artemis patted the lower part that covered up most of his thighs now. Jacob had to widen his stance greatly to keep himself upright now that he was over 3 times as large as he was when he started his journey.
“I love seeing you grow, darling,” Artemis said into Jacob’s ear as he grabbed Jacob’s rolls.
“I know, baby,” Jacob kissed Artemis’s cheek then turned to face the camera again. “Well, we’ll see you all again soon!”
Artemis waved at the camera as Jacob turned it off.
“Let’s get you something to eat, my growing boy,” Artemis said as he helped Jacob get back to sitting on the couch.
“Yes! I feel hungry from all that talking and standing,” Jacob put his hand back on his stomach, an action he found himself doing nearly all the time now. He smiled as he watched his boyfriend walk to the kitchen for him.
Current weight: 651 lbs
Weight gained: 459 lbs
"Welcome back to another video!” This time Jacob was sitting on the couch, the remnants of fast food wrappers all around him. “Standing has gotten so tiring recently so I hope no one minds that I am sitting down for this one.”
It was easy to see why standing was tiring, Jacob had ballooned up to 801 pounds since he had last shot a video. His big apron belly now consumed his lap and reached his knees while he sat. He took up the majority of the couch but his boyfriend still managed to perch on the arm rest.
“Artemis has moved in to help me out now that my mobility is limited! It has been great being able to spend so much time with him. I even get to work from home now!” Jacob beamed as he talked about his current situation. Despite how much weight he had piled on he seemed as happy as ever, maybe even happier.
“I am proud to announce that I have gained 609 pounds since starting my journey! I have more than quadrupled my start weight and I am not done gaining yet! My goal is to reach half a ton and I know I can reach that, especially when I have the help of an amazing audience and boyfriend,” his fattened face smiled brightly as he waved his pudgy hands, “See you all in the next update!”
Artemis hopped off the couch to turn the camera off and then went to prepare another shake for Jacob.
“Here you go, darling. We’re gonna get you to 1000 pounds in no time,” Artemis said as he put the funnel into Jacob’s mouth and started pouring the thick, fattening cream down his throat. Artemis and Jacob’s hands both rubbing circles into his belly.
Current weight: 801 lbs
Weight gained: 609 lbs
"Hey everyone!!” Jacob was sat with his massive thighs spread to allow his even larger belly to rest on the bed. “Walking to the couch burns too many calories so I’ve decided to stay in bed as much as possible now. If I wanna hit half a ton soon, I need to limit any movement.”
Jacob had ballooned significantly since he had started his weight journey. He went from a slightly soft 192 pounds to a massively obese 926 pounds in only a few years. Since walking to his car (and fitting into his car and wearing professional clothing) had gotten so laborious for him, he had swapped to working from home instead. It worked out in favor of the company though, since they could no longer afford to upgrade his desk chair every month. He had also had a few instances of getting stuck in doorways, so he and his work agreed it would be best for him to stay home and work remotely.
“Happy to report that I have broken into the 900s and am now only 74 pounds from 1000! I know we can get there soon but I’m so impatient!!” Jacob was so covered in fat his whole body jiggled every time he opened his mouth or moved his hands. The massive man grabbed the tube hanging near him and took a long sip from it.
“Sorry guys, I need to make up for every calorie and all this talking is tiring me out. Anyways, see you all next time when I hopefully break half a ton!”
Artemis turned the camera off as Jacob waved goodbye. He had been waiting excitedly to fill Jacob’s round stomach once his video was done. Artemis was feeding Jacob roughly 7 meals a day and kept the funnel filled at all hours so he could drink gainer shakes or sodas constantly with ease.
“Ready for dinner number two, darling?” Artemis said as he walked over, holding a huge tray covered in enough food to feed a family of 4.
“Absolutely, my love,” Jacob replied and then opened his mouth as Artemis placed the tray on top of his expansive belly.
Artemis started to hand feed Jacob, stopping frequently to rub his big, tight stomach and give him time to drink more of his shake.
At this rate, Jacob thought to himself, I’ll be over a half ton in no time.
Current weight: 926 lbs
Weight gained: 734 lbs
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"Hey guys,” Jacob said between a mouthful of food. “I have officially reached 1000 pounds! One thousand and one hundred and one pounds to be specific!! I am shocked I managed to go hundred pounds over my goal! And to celebrate I will be eating 10 cakes!” The enormously large man took another bite of cake from the plate resting on his humongous belly. “I’ve already eaten 8 today, this is my ninth one! I just couldn’t wait to start eating them!!”
Jacob had grown into a blob of a man. He was utterly massive, now over five times his starting weight. Rolls covered his body, he cheeks were so round it was hard to see his facial features. He had a triple chin that wobbled as he ate, talked, breathed. There was not a bra large enough to properly contain his moobs. His arms were made entirely of rolls. But his belly, that was the masterpiece. His stomach was truly ginormous. It occupied the majority of the bed, along with his thighs. It was a mass of flesh and jiggled constantly. Jacob was incapable of reaching the bottom of it and fully unable to reach underneath it. It rested upon the bed and was taking up more and more space by the day. Artemis had to sleep in another room of the apartment as Jacob took up too much of the queen size bed for them to both sleep there comfortably. His thighs had grown so much it was becoming difficult to raise them off the bed. Jacob was loving the feeling though and Artemis was enjoying seeing him grow as well.
Jacob grabbed the last chunk of chocolate cake that was laying on his stomach and ate it quickly. “Babe, could you please feed me the last cake? My arms are getting tired from all this movement.”
“Of course, darling,” Artemis responded. He picked up a slice of the vanilla cake and held it close to his partner’s mouth. Jacob took bite after bite, with the way he ate, you never would’ve guessed he had already stuffed himself with nine other cakes.
“God, this is so good. Thank you, dear, for helping,” Jacob said as Artemis was grabbing the next slice.
“It’s my pleasure, you know I love to feed you,” Artemis said as held another slice to his lover’s mouth. He gave him a kiss on the forehead and continued feeding him until there was only one slice left.
“God, I feel so full, baby,” Jacob said as he rubbed the top part of his belly, the only part he could really reach.
“You’re doing so well, only this slice left. You’ve got this,” Artemis said as he gently stroked his belly as well.
Jacob nodded his head and then took the next bite, ready to be done. They continued on through the majority of the slice.
Artemis fed Jacob another bite as the large man rubbed his own belly. Jacob’s eyes opened wide as he heard a large cracking noise. “Was that th-,” Jacob was cut off as the bed collapsed below him.
“Darling, you seem to have broken the bed,” Artemis said, stating the obvious. He was stunned to be suddenly looking down at his boyfriend.
“Oh my god. Can you help me up?” Jacob said, shocked to have broken through his bed like that. His body was wobbling from the movement.
“Give me your hands.” Artemis stood over him and took his hands into his own. “Try to get your legs under yourself. Okay, one, two, three, go!”
Artemis pulled as hard as he could to lift his large lover and Jacob tried to get his legs under himself. They struggled like that for a few moments, not getting anywhere. “Babe,” wheeze, “I don’t,” wheeze, “think,” wheeze, “this is working,” Jacob said, breathing hard from one of the most strenuous activities he had partaken in in months. It wasn’t typically so hard to get off the bed, as he was able to swing his legs off the side and then use the night stand to help get himself into a standing position. To lift his whole half ton self off of the ground however, was proving to be quite the challenge.
“Maybe if we roll you that could help?” Artemis suggested.
“Roll me? Jesus christ, that’s hot,” Jacob said, still panting slightly from the strain. “Let’s give it a try.”
Artemis moved to his side and started to push him over, with hopes that maybe if his stomach wasn’t weighing down his legs he could move them more easily. Artemis pushed and pushed but Jacob wouldn’t budge.
“I think I’m gonna have to call someone to come help out, maybe a few people,” Artemis resigned.
“Okay, well let’s finish the video,” Jacob said, “Where’s the last bit of cake?”
“I set it down over here, are you sure you want to eat more when you can hardly move right now?” Artemis said as he grabbed the last few bites of cake off the side table.
“Might as well finish, we’ve come this far!” Jacob said.
Artemis fed him the last bits of cake and Jacob patted his stomach triumphantly.
“Thank you all for tuning in! And thanks for your support in getting me to my bed breaking, goal weight! See you all another time!” Jacob said and smiled wide as Artemis turned off the camera once more.
Final Weight: 1101 lbs
Total Weight Gained: 909 lbs
Can we see an updated full body shot? Like one that’s not so close up?
How's this?
Post-workout gut - time to get STUFFED 🐷
Here's another transformation that's extremely impressive, but instead of going from lean to big to in between, this guy just kept getting bigger and bigger:
This is @growingbeef throughout the years and all I have to say is damn, he got huge throughout the years. I think he's about 360 now and he still wants to grow more.
After the competition, this will probably be my end goal, getting as big and strong as I possibly can, and I'm hoping to follow this progress.
And @growingbeef , keep up the great progress, you're an inspiration to many
Am I seeing things, or are these the same guys in these pictures?
That’s quite a gain!
I want this 🥺🥺🥺
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