Over the past few years, his life had slowed down in ways he never expected. Responsibilities changed, priorities shifted, and the constant pressure to be busy faded. With that change came new routines: longer evenings at home, meals enjoyed without hurry, and a growing appreciation for comfort and stability.
During that time, his weight increased steadily. What began as small changes eventually became undeniable. He grew heavier, his body broader and softer, until he was clearly obese. Instead of feeling distressed, he felt something unexpected — ease. His body no longer felt like something he had to fight or control.
He noticed that he moved through the world with more patience. He chose clothes that felt good rather than ones meant to impress. He sat, stood, and lived in a way that felt natural to him. His reflection changed, but his sense of self became calmer and more grounded.
For him, his size was not a problem to solve. It was simply part of who he had become. He felt comfortable in his body, at peace with it, and content with the life he was living. That sense of acceptance mattered far more to him than any number on a scale.
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Mr. Cook (8 chapters)
The first weight gain story I ever wrote. Inspired by true fantasies, this one follows a love lorn student and the object of his affection, the growing English teacher Mr. Cook.
Bed & Breakfast (7 chapters)
Alex is a fledgling gainer who gets the vacation of a lifetime when he checks into the Little Brick Inn. There, he encounters a plumped up guest, Ryan Cook (from Mr. Cook), and Scott, an eager chef at the Inn. Between the three of them, Alex finally unleashes his inner gainer under the sweltering Mississippi sun.
Thanksgiving Delight (2 chapters)
Perhaps one of my favorite stories from the archive, ‘Thanksgiving Delight’ follows Graham, a fledgling gainer, navigating the fattening holiday back home from university. Graham encounters more temptations than just the food when he meets his mother’s new bear of a boyfriend. Will he be able to resist?
Winter Weight Gain (single chapter)
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A former college twink finally chases his fantasy of getting fat and holiday indulgence turns his dream into reality. With the encouragement of his hefty boyfriend Liam and a gluttonous family spread, he packs on over forty pounds in just two months.
Mile Wide Club (single chapter)
Graham (from Thanksgiving Delight) hates flying. That is, until a 400 pound hunk (Mr. Cook) squeezes into the seat beside him. Ryan’s belly spills over the armrests, his backpack is stuffed with candy bars, and before long, their conversation turns flirtatious. What begins as nervous small talk at 30,000 feet escalates into something much steamier as Graham gets more than he bargained for.
The Biggest Boss (9 chapters)
Tim is an eager gainer and encourager who can’t help but notice his stern boss has a soft spot for junk food. The two develop a rapport, but Tim is drawn in other directions. He studies abroad and falls into an intense feeder threesome with some Italians. When he returns home fatter than ever he applies to his old job and reignites something intimate with his former boss.
Dadbod (7 chapters)
The Dad next door is outside throwing back beer and rubbing his starter belly. You can’t help but spy on him through your window, occasionally stroking your hard on. The next day he invites you to a barbecue, only his wife and children are nowhere to be seen. A heavy sexual tension hangs in the air. You can hardly fathom what’s about to unfold…
Ex-Jock (5 chapters)
Calvin is a ripped jock from a small town who yearns to escape to the big city. However, once he makes it to Seattle, the demands of city life begin to have an effect on his physique. After a roller coaster of jobs and romances that leave his waistline bulging, his days as a jock are left in the dust.
Park Paunch (single chapter)
Ever had lunch break turn into the hottest part of your day? For Darius, a plate of greasy noodles and a glimpse of a cute, chubby blond in the park quickly spiral into something much more. Ivan is just Darius’ type, and when the two finally meet sparks fly and things escalate quickly. Who knew a midday meal could become such a feast?
Chubbies (11 chapters, community story)
Gabe bit off more than he could chew when he signed up to work at the sandwich shop ‘Chubbies.’ He can’t resist the delectable offerings and begins to rapidly stack on weight. Things get further complicated by an eager coworker and a charming but elusive customer, and before he knows it he’s trapped in an indulgent love triangle.
Bubble Butt (single chapter)
Cliff was far too preppy to catch my eye… until his curves and confidence stopped me in my tracks. Tight shorts, a clinging tank, and a plump, juicy bubble had my jaw on the floor. Watching him devour cocktails and pizza only stoked the desire until I finally caught up to him in the bathroom. What happened next was one for the books.
Some Twinks Like Twinkies (4 chapters)
You can’t remain a twink forever. At least not for Dylan, who quickly discovers that his spiraling appetite has repercussions on his waistline. It doesn’t help that he’s living with his boyfriend, Andrew, who is encouraging things along. What will it take before Dylan’s twinkhood vanishes entirely?
Holiday Heft (5 chapters)
Starting with Halloween and culminating in a New Year’s cabin retreat, each chapter chronicles one man’s journey as he gives into the winter weight, embraces his swelling body, and deepens his connection with his encouraging partner.
Formerly Fit (single chapter)
Kent was the golden boy in high school who tortured young freshmen like Javi. Years later, Kent, softened by time and weight, reaches out during the holidays. When they reunite in Kent’s past tensions flare alongside lingering desire. Old wounds and messy power dynamics collide, turning their encounter into a charged mix of guilt, longing, and forbidden desire.
Full House (10 Chapters)
Full House follows the story of Jared, from Some Twinks Like Twinkies, and his new roommate Anthony. Jared is an experienced gainer who has put on a solid gut thanks to his office job and encourager ex-boyfriend. Anthony is a health nut, balancing multiple jobs as a gym instructor and bicycle courier. As the two become close, their radically different diets and lifestyles become all the more apparent.
Fatspirational (7 chapters)
A young man decides to finally give in to his cravings. From constant snacking to decadent feasts, each bite pushes him over the edge of obesity. Along the way, he discovers the thrill of being watched, the playful teasing of admirers, and the intoxicating confidence that comes from embracing every inch of himself.
Muffin Tops (9 chapters, community story)
Sparks fly when hunky lifeguard Diego meets Hayden, a pasty chef at the local bakery. Between taste testing Hayden’s treats and finishing up his degree, Diego’s chiseled physique begins to soften at a surprising pace. Although Diego struggles with the weight gain, the two men continue to grow their waistlines and love for one another. Each chapter is penned by a different writer in the gaining community.
Big Winner (single chapter)
Jordan’s life takes a dramatic turn after he wins $6 million on his 21st birthday during a wild Las Vegas night. Once a dedicated gym-goer with a chiseled physique, he now indulges in a lavish lifestyle filled with partying, fine dining, and spontaneous hookups. As his body softens and his confidence grows, Jordan navigates the complexities of newfound wealth, fleeting relationships, and the allure of excess.
Freshman Fatties (9 chapters)
Dorm room pairings are always a gamble, but Benjamin, a slim business major, and Andy, the school’s beefy star quarterback, form an unlikely kinship. As Andy’s weight skyrockets due to stress, cheap food, and boozing, his eating habits begin to rub off on Benjamin. Packing on the freshman fifteen is one thing, but can the boys’ navigate the consequences of their expanding waistlines?
Lifeguard Off Duty (10 chapters, community story)
Bradley, first seen in Muffin Tops, is an ultra fit lifeguard who can’t stand fat people. However, once he gets promoted to an office job he begins to face his own battle of the bulge. Surrounded by chubby office mates and secret encouragers, Bradley begins to lose control of his toned physique. How far will he let himself go? This story is a multi-part collaboration between Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
Fatter Exchange Student (12 chapters, community story)
A Greek exchange student lands in the Midwest and dives headfirst into indulgence with late-night snacks, overstuffed dinners, and playful teasing from his hosts, Felix and Bleecker. He’s showered with affection, food, and encouragement, leading to a transformation that’s as emotional as it is physical. Each chapter is penned by a different writer in the gaining community.
Professor Plump (single chapter)
After an indulgent summer, Professor Daniels returns to campus with a significantly plumper frame than he is accustomed. He fumbles with tight classroom chairs, is bursting out of his old dress shirt, and struggles with the campus stairs. His new body cannot be contained and it’s secretly driving him wild with arousal.
Wet ‘n Wide (single chapter)
Logan is a former fitness model with a burgeoning “dad bod” who is trying to embrace the new trend of soft, cuddly masculinity sweeping Hollywood. At a pool party in West Hollywood, he flaunts his curves, flirts with fellow models, and ends up in a steamy, unexpected encounter with a producer who can’t resist Logan’s transformation.
Bear Cabin (single chapter)
Noah, a city-dwelling interior designer, finds himself stranded in a remote cabin after a car accident during a blizzard. He is rescued by Hunter, a rugged and beefy man who lives off the grid. Snowed in for months, Noah becomes accustomed to Hunter’s hearty meals and laid-back lifestyle. As the winter progresses, Noah swells in size and develops an appreciation for Hunter’s rustic way of life.
Lifetime Supply (11 chapters, community story)
Ryan is a college student who wins a lifetime supply of snacks from the corporation Adesco. Initially, the constant snacking is a novelty, but it quickly becomes a lifestyle. As Ryan’s weight increases, he realizes that everyone around him seems to be encouraging his transformation, from his roommate to his hookups to Adesco itself. This story is a multi-part collaboration between Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
The Baker’s Dozen (single chapter)
Remember Adrian from Muffin Tops and Lifeguard Off-Duty? He was the new cashier at the bakery who wasn’t that great at his job, but Hayden and Diego kept him around because he was getting so thick. Well, the holidays have arrived and Adrian’s growth is not slowing down. Under the supervision of hunky head-baker Liam, Adrian joins the baking team and finds himself eating non-stop. Meanwhile, he struggles to stay on his A-game lest he incur Liam’s wrath.
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Jack joined the rugby team his best mates were playing in. They always teased him for being the slim one.
Carlos, the team captain always seemed way too big in the eyes of Jack to be able to play rugby. Jack envied him because he’s still quite the handsome lad. 34 years, full head of hair but just a large guy. He always had women flying around him and was even flirting with several men in the canteen.
Jack had some bi-curiosity but never explored that side. One day after the training it was just him and Carlos at the end of the match. The other men went home since it had been a long evening. Probably of to their wives.
As Jack walks into the shower room he sees Carlos walking butt naked. Jack is shocked and stands still. As Carlos leathers him up with some body wash, Jacks heart starts to pound more and more. He can’t believe he’s looking at one of his best friend while he lifts up every layer of fat.
Carlos turns around and greets Jack. “You guys seem to be quite happy to see me! he shouts.
“You guys? I’m alone”.
“I mean look down, someone else is happy to see men too!”
Jack looks down and notices his penis became fully erected. He steps back in shock.
“Nothing to worry about, every one gets a boner in a while. While you’re at it, can you hand me over the burrito, handsome”
Jack is confused. Both by how Carlos played it off and how he’s eating in the shower
“In order to become a real good player you got to keep up with your calorie intake man”. Carlos says as he munches down. Jack is slightly confused. “Here have a bite, I know you want to get bigger too. Out of politeness Jack takes a bite. As he eats the last part, Carlos also gets a boner but it’s hardly visible. Yet the head of his penis starts to appear through the fat folds. “You know we’re both single guys, never had a girlfriend or wife, I know you like the look of this. Every inch of me ” Carlos says.
Jacks heart starts pounding more and more. He doesn’t know what to say. Carlos might be right. He looks even better butt nakedness
“To get as good and big as me, be like me”. As the last word gets out of Carlos mout, Jack quickly and impulsively grabs Carlos ‘ fat pad to make room to grab his tiny dick.
“Turn around” Carlos mutters. Jack follows accordingly. As he turns around he gets dizzy and adjusts himself to the floor to bend over. “Hold on a moment, I think I’m ready” Jack says.
As the shower water ripples over both men, Jack feels a warm push of fat against his back and feels Carlos’ boner slide into him. With every thrust, he gets more and more relaxed. “Good boy” Carlos says. “Now the real hazing starts”. As Carlos moves back and forth, both of them climaxe and ejaculate in just a few minutes.
“You know, everysince joining this club I’ve been taking these vitamin shots” Carlos says. “They’re basically helping you to get stronger. As Jack quickly moves away his eyes, because he’s in disbelieve of what just happens, He feels his belly pushing out. “See that’s the start. The vitamins also transfer through sexual contact. It’s just a matter of hours till you’re as big as me, maybe just even bigger”.
Jack is half absent with his mind as he can’t believe what just happened. Everything he wanted with Carlos just happened in a matter of minutes. “Thank you Carlos”.
Suddenly jacks body starts expending by the minute. As they’re drying off he put on about 200lbs of fat.
“Have a look in the mirror” Carlos says. Jack is in awe, he quickly sees his body achieving Superchub status. “Man, what’s happening to me” Jack shouts in panic”
“Just a few more minutes and you’re the best player of our team” Carlos reacts jokingly.
Feeders are hot and all but so are “bad influences” and enablers. Big fat superchubs that are so ingrained in their gluttonous, hedonistic lifestyle of obesity that they can’t help but rub it off on anyone who happens to end up in their presence for any real amount of time. They’ll have you over just to game and order pizza and get high, maybe they’ll just order an extra pizza just to leave out for you to subtly coax you into indulging, and with a little more weed and nudging you’ll be wolfing it down before you know it.
Soon this one-off hangout becomes a regular weekly routine, then bi-weekly, then 3 or 4 nights a week, because you’d rather hang out with your fat foodie buddy and get high than waste time at the gym - and he’d much rather prefer that you did that as well. In fact, although he doesn’t say it, every gym session you skip gets rewarded with an extra pizza and tub of ice cream. This routine starts taking its toll on your body but your fat bud doesn’t mind. He’s started reaching out and rubbing your rapidly expanding belly lately, and you can’t help but return the favour. He’s giving you his old 4XL tank tops and sweatpants to wear since you’re getting too big for your own lately, and these are much more comfy for your widening ass.
And then, before you know it, you’re over there every night, getting high, shoving greasy burgers and pizzas and fries into your flab-filled face, outgrowing all your clothes before you even have a chance to wear them in for long, and now you’re making out with your massively obese friend who enabled you to get this fucking fat, while he plays with your tits and gets you grunting like a genuine pig. You need to be over there regularly anyway - the fatpad he’s pushed on you is now too big and deep for you to be able to reach that buried nub anymore, so you need him to reach in and help you finish.
You move out of your old place, which you pretty much never spend any time at anymore anyway, and move in with your new superchub boyfriend. Now the only place he lets your gigantic rump waddle to anymore is between the fridge, the bed, the bathroom and the couch - he takes care of answering the door with your food deliveries. You’ve forgone even the most basic of oversized tank tops and sweatpants and are just lazed out on the couch in the 8XL overstretched fat guy briefs that barely contain your swollen fatpad and oversized fat pig rump.
He’s pulled you out of the real world and brought you into his hazy, obese, decadent life of hedonism and gluttony, and you’re never getting out. Not that you could ever want to. Who needs a gym and a normal life when you can rub fatpads with the 500lb fat man who quietly made you even fatter than he is.
“Hey Adrian, can I talk to you in my office?” Hayden motioned upstairs.
Adrian nervously followed his rotund boss up the stairs that creaked under their collective weight. The young man could feel his skin begin to break a sweat, less from the physical activity and more out of fear of being let go. He knew he wasn’t great with customers. Plus, he had miscounted money on more than one occasion and even taken down the wrong order a few times. Being a cashier at such a busy bakery was perhaps not his forte. Still, he desperately needed the income since moving out on his own.
Hayden waddled over to one of his reinforced office chairs and plopped down with a sigh. Hayden was a very large man that resembled a cartoon rendering of a baker. His pale skin was soft and fluffy as dough, often flushed pink. Rounded cheeks connected to a pooling double chin that covered the neck opening of his bakers uniform. Adrian felt small in comparison, despite the weight he’d gained since starting at Muffin Tops. He supposed everyone felt small next to Hayden.
“So Adrian,” Hayden continued. “I know you struggle working front of the house. No need to be ashamed. I think your talents might be better suited to working in the kitchen. I notice you like sampling the goods and often have questions about their construction, plus the holiday season is here and we will need all hands on deck. What do you think of that idea?”
“I... uh... yeah, sure I would love to. What does it entail?”
“Well it would technically be a promotion with a small raise and new title. You will shadow head baker Liam for a week, sampling everything he does and learning his technique. When you’re ready, we will turn you loose under strict supervision.”
“Wow, I accept. I’d love that.”
And with that, Adrian was officially a professional baker in training. Feeling radiant, he grabbed a six pack on the way home to his small studio apartment. He planned to celebrate by polishing off some beer and having a gourmet pizza delivered. He relished these small pleasures since his girlfriend moved out a few months ago. Sure, the apartment felt lonely at times, but Adrian enjoyed indulging in beer, take out, and video games without anyone interfering. He had developed a slight paunch since starting at Muffin Tops a few months ago, something his girlfriend detested, and the single life caused his paunch to graduate into a beginner belly. Adrian was fully aware of the weight he was packing on, as his girlfriend would often point it out. He didn’t seem to care though. If he was being frank, he was actually kind of enjoying the spare tire.
The next day, Adrian received a kitchen tour from Liam. Liam was a hefty guy, like most of the employees at Muffin Tops. He had a thick Irish accent and dark hair that seemed to sprout all over his body, from his head, to the ferocious moustache and scruff that clung to his face, and all the way down his body. Dense chest hair sprung from the edges of his shirt and his glistening armpits sandwiched between muscled arms were excessively hirsute. He even sported a hairy lower back and ass crack that was only glimpsed when he bent over.
At 6’4” Liam had an imposing frame and probably weighed about 260 pounds. While chubby he wasn’t anywhere near as rotund as Hayden or the other owner, Diego. Liam was simply an overgrown and well fed man. In the warmer months he wore a wife beater that left little to the imagination. His belly hung over his waistband with a firmness that lent a masculine air to his persona, complemented by the dense fur that curled out from around the thin tank top. Having been hired in the summer, this was how Adrian first met Liam and as a result Adrian always regarded him with a level of fear and admiration. Being on the shorter side himself, Liam cast an imposing shadow for Adrian.
After the tour, Adrian watched as Liam began whipping up a few batches of muffins. When the first dozen came out of the oven Adrian’s mouth watered from the delicious aroma.
“You hungry, boy?” Liam said
Adrian felt embarrassed by how obviously ravenous he was and only nodded his head.
“Good, because at Muffin Tops every dozen pastries is taste tested to ensure quality. And until you get the hang of things you’re going to be my little taste tester. So go ahead, grab one.”
Adrian grabbed a warm chocolate chip muffin from the tray and bit into it. It was as delicious and high quality as everything served at Muffin Tops. Adrian polished off the chocolate muffin and before he knew it there were fresh blueberry ones, and then scones, and then cupcakes, and then tarts, and then cake. By the time it was his lunch break Adrian was stuffed with so many sweets that he was developing a headache from the sugar. He was far from hungry, but he still had lunch to keep him chugging through the day. By the time the bakery closed, Adrian felt nauseatingly full. He couldn’t imagine keeping this up and wanted to protest the constant sampling but was afraid of Liam’s reaction. Besides, if the other bakers could do it so could he.
After a few weeks of shadowing Liam and sampling his wares Adrian had developed a larger capacity and tolerance for consuming so many sweets. He also packed on a solid ten or so pounds around his waist and ass. The weight was really beginning to show as his belly rounded out on his shorter frame. The pudge at his navel was turning into a gut that sloped out from under his chest. Meanwhile his ass became two globs of fat that wobbled noticeably as he walked, barely contained by any of his pants. You are what you eat, and Adrian was a muffin top.
“You’ll be sampling your own creations now,” Liam said proudly as he pushed his plump baby bird out of the nest. “You’ve gotten a taste for how it should be so you’ll know when you make a mistake now.”
Adrian was nervous to begin working independently. Nevertheless, he charged forward full speed ahead. His first several batches were actually a success and by the end of the day he felt accomplished. As Adrian was packing up to head home, he accidentally dropped his keys between the trash compactor and freezer. Turning sideways, he attempted to slide between the two machines and pick them up, but quickly learned he was far too chubby to fit.
“That’s cute you think you’d fit in there,” a voice said.
Adrian turned around to see Liam watching him with his icy blue eyes. Adrian blushed, “It’s all this sampling we have to do. I’m swelling up like the rest of you guys.”
“That’s how Hayden and Diego like it,” Liam grinned and looked Adrian up and down. “We call it the baker’s dozen- those first twelve pounds you pack on when you start baking. It’s not the worst thing. Besides, it’s only November 1st, just wait until later in the month when business picks up. You won’t know what hit ya.”
Adrian struggled to bend over and grabbed his keys. With each step out of the kitchen he could sense Liam’s strong gaze from behind, stirring a sense of anxiety deep within Adrian. Was Liam judging his weight? He hoped he hadn’t made a fool of himself. All Adrian desired was approval from the head baker.
Sure enough, business noticeably picked up the first three weeks of November. Everyone’s shifts were extended and some bakers, including Adrian, were picking up extra days. Adrian found the extra work pleasurable, as it kept him busy and his tummy full. Naturally, as Liam prophesied, Adrian continued to gain weight.
At this point, all of Adrian’s T-shirts were clinging to his hefty body and barely managed to cover him up. This didn’t matter much, as he wore an apron in the kitchen that concealed the tender flesh that was exposed whenever he reached for something or bent over. Outside of work Adrian wore his favorite sweater that used to be oversized but now fit him perfectly. He figured he could get some new T-shirts come spring, but for now he was enjoying his curvier figure and ill-fitting clothes.
The extra weight was particularly comforting as the cold weather drifted in. Adrian felt an unfamiliar desire to constantly eat and sleep whenever he wasn’t working. It was though hibernation was nearing and his body yearned for excess blubber to keep him warm. He found the extra fat piling up under his skin to be insulating and cozy as a warm blanket. The weight felt like a soft hug to himself, especially when he slept. In the last few weeks he developed a deep appreciation for crawling under the crisp sheets of his bed after a long day of work and cuddling up to his doughy self.
It was one week until Thanksgiving and the owners of Muffin Tops, Hayden and his husband Diego, addressed the employees at a team meeting. Hayden looked how he always did, like an oozing marshmallow with limbs. He was as fat and fluffy as any trustworthy baker should be. Diego, on the other hand, had a strong base of muscle which supported the extra 200 or so pounds of fat compacted onto his frame. Looking at them side by side it was hard not to wonder how the two massive men managed to make love.
The meeting went as expected with the bosses extolling a lame “go team” pep talk during one of their busiest times of the year. It was clarified that the experienced bakers would be working on custom orders while everyone else focused on churning out the greatest hits at a high volume. Adrian mentally prepared himself for a demanding day as the employees dispersed.
On his way to the kitchen Adrian’s stomach began to growl. He was surprised considering the large breakfast he had eaten, but knew he could look forward to sampling his batches. As the day wore on Adrian began to feel out of sorts. First off, the kitchen was overstaffed which only made the temperature even hotter with all the ovens going. As a result, everyone was sweating, especially Adrian. He quickly learned that with extra padding comes extra sweating as his clothes became soaked.
Frustratingly, his shirt was perpetually riding up and eventually he just gave up on pulling it down. At the very least, it provided a bit of ventilation for his underbelly. To make matters worse, the interior of his thighs were on fire and his belly was itching like crazy. These were both novel sensations to the young gainer, making him wonder if heat stroke or a heart attack was imminent. Still, he pressed on.
By the time Adrian arrived home he was exhausted. His legs felt weak, his hair was soaked with sweat, and his thighs were on fire. The first thing he did was strip naked and look in the mirror. Sure enough, the inside of his thighs were bright red. He touched them tenderly and realized it was a simple case of chub rub. Next, he lifted up his shirt and was shocked by what he saw. The itchiness was born from bright red stretch marks surrounding his belly button. All of this discomfort was due to his weight. Briefly concerned, his stomach growled and Adrian was once again struck by the desire to stuff himself silly before drifting off to sleep.
The rest of the week proceeded with the same level of discomfort and fatigue. While his fat felt luscious and cozy at home it weighed him down in the kitchen, literally. Two days out from Thanksgiving and Adrian was struggling to keep his pace up. Consequently, he accidentally ruined a batch of pumpkin muffins. Liam watched disapprovingly as Adrian dumped the muffins into the garbage and started over. Pressure was already high due to the incoming holiday and Liam’s judgmental gaze had Adrian on edge.
To make up time, Adrian blasted through several more batches without taste testing them. Little did he know that Liam’s watchful eye caught everything and towards the end of the day Liam sampled one of Adrian’s muffins.
“You didn’t sample this did you?” Liam aggressively queried.
Adrian’s heart dropped as he turned around to face Liam. The Irishman stood inches away. His massive biceps were pumped up from working all day and glistened with sweat. Large wet marks circled his chest and underarms as his belly heaved with heavy breathing. Liam held stern eye contact as beads of sweat fell from his brow.
“I...” Adrian’s mouth was dry with fear. “I did not, no.”
Almost everyone had left for the day, except Hayden who watched silently from across the room. This only heightened the intensity of the situation for Adrian.
“I can tell. What do you have to say?” Liam demanded and took a step closer so that his belly was touching Adrian’s chest.
“I guess I was rushing, I’m sorry.”
“Rushing? A fat little pud like you rushing? Seemed to be moving pretty slow to me. What do you think is a good punishment boy?”
“I can stay late and make up for all the mistakes.”
“No, that won’t do. I think you should eat all the mistakes. There’s what, three, four dozen pastries here you ruined? You need to consume every single one so you know what you did wrong. You’re a big boy after all, you can handle it.”
Liam placed a muffin against Adrian’s mouth, “Eat.”
Adrian held the muffin in his hands and took a bite. His skin was bright red with humiliation. Hayden continued rolling out dough in the corner watching the scene unfold.
“Faster. You have a lot to get through here. Faster, piggy.”
Adrian picked up the pace. After six pastries he was beginning to enjoy himself and lost track of what Liam was doing. Indeed, they weren’t the best, but the sweetness was intoxicating to Adrian who crammed one after another into his mouth. The desire to be overfed was once again stirring within Adrian and Liam pushed the remaining pastries off the counter and onto the ground.
“Go on, faster!”
Adrian fell to his hands and knees and shoveled the pastries into his mouth. The position caused the elastic band on his pants to sag generously low, revealing Adrian’s fleshy and glistening rear. With his shirt already riding up past his love handles, Adrian was already half naked. Liam rubbed the growing erection in his denim and slid a chocolate cake in front of Adrian.
“But, I didn’t make this,” Adrian garbled with his mouth full.
With one large hand, Liam shoved Adrian’s face into the cake. Adrian knew what to do. He vacuumed up chunks of the delicious cake with glee, finding himself strangely aroused by the process. By the time Liam ripped down Adrian’s shorts both men were fully erect. Adrian had never had any gay encounters but found himself hungry for Liam’s cock. He arched his back causing his doughy ass cheeks to spread.
“Fuck,” Liam slapped Adrian’s ass and tightly gripped his massive paws around each cheek, “that is a fucking rump.”
He jiggled Adrian’s posterior with fervor, his mouth salivating. As Liam began unbuttoning his denim, Hayden left the room. Not surprisingly, Liam’s cock was massive. He pulled back his foreskin and thwacked Adrian’s ass fat with his dick. It bounced back from the gelatinous cheeks leaving a string of precum behind. Liam repeated this move a few more times spurring Adrian to eat the cake even more ferociously while hiking his ass up in desperation.
Adrian yearned to be fucked. To be filled from both ends. He wanted to feel completely stuffed and gooey from the inside out. Rational thought left his mind as desire, lust, and gluttony clouded his head.
With the help of some nearby vegetable oil Liam began inching his cock inside the hungry piggy. Adrian groaned in pain and pleasure. Liam’s shaft was a lot to handle and the deeper he plunged the more Adrian yelped.
“That’s right, squeal for me piggy,” Liam grunted as he shoved the last inch of cock inside Adrian, causing Adrian’s face to plop back into the remaining cake. “Keep on eating that cake while I pound yours.”
As Liam continued thrusting, Adrian grunted and groaned with mouthfuls of chocolate cake. At this point Adrian’s entire face was encrusted with chocolate and sugar and fudge. As Liam picked up pace, he would slap Adrian’s ass and watch the waves of fat undulate beneath him. Adrian’s body turned to liquid with each smack, wobbling and slapping like a water balloon about to burst.
Liam’s own tank of a belly sloshed and bounced while they fucked. Occasionally Liam would swipe a handful of the sweat from beneath his overhang and stuff it in Adrian’s face, letting the pig know full well who was fucking him. Adrian’s moaning became near-constant as Liam’s huge balls slapped against Adrian's puffy taint with each thrust.
Adrian’s body, composed of roll after roll of gooey chub, was now bright red with ecstasy. The cake was nearly finished and Adrian’s cock gushed precum as Liam badgered at the pig’s prostate. Adrian was too weak to reach his cock buried behind layers of chub, otherwise he probably would have orgasmed long ago. Liam bent over, his belly filling Adrian’s back, and patted the bottom’s hanging gut. Taking a handful, Liam squeezed the blubber which forced a belch from Adrian’s lips.
“That’s a good piggy. Are you ready for daddy’s come, huh piggy?”
Adrian nodded and whimpered.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Do you want this cream? You wanna be filled up, huh?”
“Yes, I want it. Fuck! Fill me up! Please!”
With that Liam plunged deep inside Adrian and unleashed his load. Adrian could feel the giant man’s cock convulse and retract with each generous gob of come it shot out inside of him. Desperate to take his load, Adrian pushed his rump further back on Liam’s cock, swallowing up all that he could so that he felt full. Just as they both thought they were finished, Liam began pumping into Adrian again.
Adrian’s yelps reached a fever pitch. After a couple more minutes they were orgasming in unison. Completely hands free, Adrian’s load blasted forward with an immensity he did not know. As the young pig saw stars, Liam tensed and quivered from his second orgasm, his demeanor weakening as Adrian’s ass sucked up his load. Drenched in sweat and exhausted, Liam’s heaping body fell limp and weak atop his prized pig.
While Liam had maintained his authority thus far, he now felt completely drained from Adrian’s hungry hole. Adrian, on the other hand, felt newly whole, like a warm cream filled doughnut stuffed to perfection. The two men lay spooning in a puddle on the floor, Liam’s cock still inside Adrian. As they softly cupped one another Liam placed a kiss on Adrian’s shoulder.
“Whoa,” Adrian muttered, “that was wild. This place is wild.”
“If you thought that was intense,” Liam retorted, “just wait until December.”
This is you now. A 170 pound 20 year old man. Lean. Fit. Curious. And boy are you hungry.
It starts by obsessing over other men’s weight. You notice every change in men’s bodies. Your father has put on a beer gut. Your college classmates start wearing sweatpants all the time. Their lovehandles pop out in shirts. The skin around their flat stomachs becomes soft and plump. No change in weight is too small or subtle. You notice it. And you want it.
You research it. Google “how to get fat on purpose.” “Best ways to gain weight.” “Highest calorie foods.” “Men who gain weight.” “How to gain weight fast”.
Get erect. All this excites you. And you know you need it. One day, the decision is made. You will get fat on purpose. You will force your body to get as big and plump and bloated and chubby and saggy and puffy and fat as you want. It will never be enough but at least it will be something. That day, you overeat intentionally. An extra burger from McDonalds. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s. A six pack of beer. You are stuffed and satisfied and horny. You jerk off that night feeling your bloated gut. You love the sensation. You must do this again and again and again.
The first 10 pounds comes easy. You barely need to try. A little here, a little there, eat like a man. Finish an entire large pizza to yourself. Ice cream after. And beer. Your pants get snug. You fill out a little bit. No one notices. But you noticed. And now you realize how much more you’ll need to feel anything. This is not enough.
190 pounds.
No longer thin, but not noticeably fat. Just a little soft. Some call you beefy. You’ve been exploring more ways to gain. Drink a gallon of whole milk a day. You can barely move after. You push your gut out as far as it will go. The pressure is incredible. The liquid sloshes in your belly. Hard to go to the gym this way, so may as well stay home and snack. 34in jeans fit better now. You’re liking the bloat. Decide to keep it bloated every day. If you can eat until you’re stuffed bloated every day, surely you will gain weight fast. And you do.
200 pounds.
These first thirty pounds have happened so easily. Too easily? You don’t feel like it’s any different. But it is. You are softer all over. You hate cardio and never jog anymore. Large shirts hug your budding belly. People can see your deepening belly button through your shirt. You always clean your plate, out of habit now. People offer you food, knowing you’ll never say no. You are a big guy now. He’s a beefcake. “hey big guy.” The other guys call you “thicc” and “meaty.” But you want more than that. And you will get it.
215.
Eggnog chugs. Boost chugs. 12 packs of beer. Mass Gainer. Heavy Cream. Jars of peanut butter. Extra olive oil. You need MORE and you want it now. The next 15 pounds come fast. No amount is too much for you. You film all this now. You want a record of your progress. You pat your chubby ball gut in satisfaction. You find fat in places you didn’t realize got fat. That area around your cock is puffy and soft. The side of what once was your muscular pec is now dimpled and flabby. Your inner thighs. Your back. Softer.
230.
Your gains are obvious. It’s been 60 lbs and two years. But college does that to people. Your parents realize your party lifestyle has impacted your diet. You’re not a high school jock anymore, but hey, why not enjoy college? You’ve graduated and you want help to keep growing. Meet up with a feeder. He’s older than you. Potbellied. Clearly he’s put on weight himself. He opens the door in his underwear. You are shy. But your gut poking through your large tee and your lovehandles spilling over your jeans are all he needs to see to know you’ve been doing plenty of damage to yourself without his help. He intends to fucking destroy you. And he will.
This is when it gets intense. He makes you open the fridge where a gallon tub of ice cream has been melting into a vat of chocolatey goo. You will drink it all and he will make you do it sitting in front of the mirror naked.You gets you high on marijuana and poppers. You step on the scale and realize in erotic satisfaction that you have put on 4 pounds instantly.
Your gut has never been more full. You are more erect than you have ever been. You have never felt SO GOOD.
He has you now. Addicted. Welcome to gaining, pig.
250.
There’s no going back now. Your gut is distended and chubby and bloated all the time. And you are PROUD of it. Bright red stretchmarks have erupted across your round, soft, stomach and lovehandles. They remind you of your progress and you love them. You want more. You look like a fat guy now. Your face is puffy and round. You never go to the gym anymore. You can’t hide your weight gain in the baggiest of clothes. A double chin has formed so you grow a scraggly beard to cover it. Clothes do not fit you the same. You look… disheveled. And you do not care. All you CARE about is getting MORE.
You are becoming a proper hog.Your feeder has done some serious damage and you love it. You obey him. You trust him. He wants you fatter, and you oblige. Each session is intense and he’s pushing your limits. The challenge is so erotic, you don’t even realize the changes that are occurring. You just know you want more. You are his slob now. A greedy, hungry, gainer. You are transforming. But it is still not enough. You cannot stop now.
270.
You have gained 100 pounds. Or have you? You still look so skinny in the mirror. You’re pudgy, MAYBE. Definitely not fat. There are way more guys that are fatter than you, and they aren’t even trying. You must gain more. Your family is concerned. 100 pounds in five years is a lot. “You should get back in the gym.” “Lay off the beer.” “Too many sweets and fast food.”
This only motivates you more. You’ll show them just how big you can get. Next time they see you, they will be horrified; you will make sure of that.
Your feeder is proud of his pig, and you need him more than ever. He pushes you to gorge unrelentlessly. New creative ways to pump you full of calories. Your skin is always tight. Every time you feed, you think, “I’ve never been this full.” Yet you crave more. Your cock throbs as you play with your soft underbelly. It sags now over your waistband, no matter what kind of pants you wear. Your ass cheeks are soft and dimpled. Your lovehandles are embarrassingly wide. People look at you funny. When you eat in public, people are grossed out.
300.
You run into an old college classmate who has himself gained weight. He barely recognizes you with the double chin and the beard and the waddle. You converse. He says “I guess we all put on a little weight after college” as he pats your soft, flabby belly just above your navel. This excites you. But you play it off. “Yeah work keeps me busy. No time to exercise and I just love trying new restaurants.”
The truth is, you don’t care what food tastes like. You will chug anything, stuff anything into your fat face that your feeder tells you to. You are his now. He is the only person you are attractive to now. Too fat for normal men. You are now an acquired taste. Only chubby chasers and encourages want your sweaty, waddling, bloated, curvy body.
330.
You are in denial. "It’s not that much, I think I want another 50 pounds.“
The statement is laughable on its face. You are a blubbery mess of a man. This is what addiction does to you. You can’t even realize that 160 pounds of pure lard packed onto your once-thin frame is a lot. Nothing fits you anymore. You are always out of breath. People you used to know do not recognize you. You’ve given up all your hobbies except the only one that matters: Gaining.
Gaining is the only thing you want. The only thing you think about. The only thing that gets your cock hard. And you must have more.
350.
You film yourself naked eating a pie on all fours. Sniff poppers. Then slam back two pints of melted ice cream. The flavor doesn’t matter. It drips out the side of your mouth and over your fat tits. Your nipples are swollen and sensitive. You love having your tits played with. Oink Oink. You reach under your heavy soft overhang and pull it up. Jiggle it for your camera. Burp. Slap your gut.
You masturbate to these videos you film of yourself. You are shocked when you look back at your video at 250 and think “WOW I was so thin back then.” Reality is, 250 was NOT thin. But your perception of what is fat, what is thin, is so distorted by your fetish that it’s completely disconnected from reality.
400.
Your feeder laughs and pats your gut as the scale reads 400 for the first time.
You are fatter now than he has ever been.
“How do you feel, pig?” he says, grinning, and with his cock leaking precum in his underwear.
“I feel… small. Like I need another 50 pounds,” you respond as you rub the soft hanging part of your belly. “And I’m still hungry.”
He loves hearing that. He sits you down in front of the mirror and watches as you drink a Boost VHC. 500 calories a piece.
Drink another.
And another.
And another.
2000 calories.
“Feel better pig?“
“yes sir.” you respond.
As you look in the mirror, you let out a satisfying burp and jiggle your heft. Everything wobbles on you now. What you see back doesn’t shock you, but it should.
You think: What have I become? What have I done to myself? Why do I still feel so small?
Then you reach around your massive gut and feel your cock. It’s buried in fatpad now. And erect. Leaking precum. Your feeder gets on his knees and puts his lips on your cock. and starts slowly sucking off his greedy boy pig. This is your life now. It’s all you’ve ever wanted. And you still want more.
Pedro and Daniel just got married and decided to go on a honeymoon trip. Daniel never in his life expected a man like Pedro to hit him up in the first place, let alone end up together on a honeymoon in a great city like Barcelona.
Daniel gained a lot of weight but that didn’t stop Pedro. Actually the opposite; Pedro’s multi million business caused Daniel to balloon up.
Daniel is hitting close to 578lbs and is still ivery mobile but needs to rest quite a bit after every apartment block. The rapid weight gain didn’t take into account the lack of muscles to support his frame.
“Babe let me take a picture of you, you look really cute” Pedro says.
Daniel first refuses. Although Pedro adores every inch of Daniel, he still feels quite insecure sometimes.
“You can have a little sweet treat after, I promise”
The idea of that immediately makes Daniel put up a smile.
As they walk in the donut store Pedro lets Daniel order whatever he wants. His new frame also means Daniel increasingly seeks more stability. Pedro snaps a pic of Daniel taking in an order. As the order continues, Pedro starts to get more and more excited. He envisions how his belly which already can’t be covered by these polos to sag even lower.
He already fantasize of where the next layer of lard will pop up. There’s nothing that excites Pedro more than seeing Daniel turn into a mount of lard.
As Daniel finishes his order he huffs and puffs.
“I said a little sweet snack, not the whole damn shop”
Daniel acts surprised and a little annoyed: “well I ate a few, let’s not exaggerate”
As he finishes the sentence, the lady of the shop brings the last pile.
“I figured you quite enjoyed them, these are on the house”.
Daniel first refuses but the lady places them anyway.
After all, Pedro made the extra order. They’re already paid for. Maybe this naivity caused Daniel to balloon up the way he did.
After Daniel finishes Pedro leans in for a kiss. “Good boy”. Daniel feels every muscle in him tense up.
“Lets head back to the hotel, just a quick business call, my handsome boy needs a good massage and all the attention”.
They walk out the shop with the same level of being in love as when they first met. They’re truly meant for eachother.
Get used to your clothes feeling tight. You're going to keep outgrowing them, outfit after outfit. Just let all your lard stress the seams and spill out over your waistband...
Get used to not knowing what a "normal" portion looks like. You're going to keep eating at every meal until you're too full to take another bite. Bit by bit, those servings will just keep getting bigger...
Get used to seeing that double-chin in the mirror. And feeling it press against your neck whenever you look down at your growing mass of tummy paunch. It's a sign for everyone you meet, telling them what you have no self-control over your own endless gluttony.
Get used to working up a sweat just by walking upstairs. Hauling that fat ass and all those pounds of blubber with you up so many steps is bound to be exhausting. All that panting, the sweating, the way your heart races and pounds loudly in your ears... That's your reminder that you're supposed to be sedentary instead, not wasting calories on moving.
Get used to letting yourself go.
Get used to being an embarrassing hog in public.
Get used to feeling the softness of all that fat as you're falling asleep at night.
Because it's too late to do anything about it now. You're stuck like this. It's easier if you just accept it. You did this to yourself, after all.
You've completely given in. To further encourage your gains, your partner started rewarding your stuffings with absolutely amazing oral, and the more you eat, the better it seems to feel. The result of their efforts was your appetite snowballing, and now after only two years of being together you've reached a staggering 500 pounds.
Now it's the middle of the night. Your belly is painfully stuffed, glowing with a bit of redness, yet you're digging through the pantry looking for food. The bulbous red ball hanging to your knees doesn't need more food, but you're too horny to follow your own body's limitations. You need to keep eating. You're not full enough to cum yet.
You cram a fistful of mini donuts down your throat. You rip open a box of pizza and throw it in the oven. You go to the fridge and chug down a little heavy cream. Eating more hurts, but you need it.
As the pizza begins to cook, you walk back to the pantry to eat while it finishes. You scarf down a few chips, chug a bit of soda, and have a couple of chocolate eclairs.
*GRRRGG!*
Finally you realize how full you are. It hurts so much, but...
*Ding!*
Your eyes widen with regret. There's no way you're eating that whole pizza, but you can't just leave it there.
"I'll just toss it in the dumpster and tell them I ate it. You think to yourself.
However, as you turn back into the kitchen, you see your partner, bent over and presenting their ass to you as they pull your pizza out of the oven.
"I wasn't expecting you to be sooo hungry tonight. What a good piggy you are.~" they whisper coyly.
You stammer for a moment, trying to think of an excuse, but as they playfully pet your double chin and walk toward the bedroom with the pizza, you are quick to follow.
"Lay down." they command. You listen, and lay back against the headboard of the bed.
You feel a rush of pain and arousal as your partner leans onto your stuffed gut, and holds a slice of pizza to your mouth. You're still so full, yet you accept the slice without question, finishing it off in only 3 bites.
"Ready for another one?"
You groan in pain. You're so full you can barely breathe, but before you can say anything there's another slice in your mouth.
"Wooow, so greedy." they whisper teasingly.
There's hardly any room left for your stomach to breathe. You know another slice might be too much, but—you are so desperately horny. Every inch of you is burning, begging you to keep going.
"M-more..." you mumble under your breath.
Your partner smiles, reaching under your belly to give you a teaser of your reward.
"How about this? You finish this pizza, and I'll finish you. Deal?"
The next few slices are gone in no time at all, and by the end of it you can't even move. Your partner laughs as they try and fail to sink their finger into your completely packed gut.
"You know, that was nearly twice as many calories as you normally eat. I think that means I'll need to increase how much I'm feeding you. Can't have my poor piggy going hungry.
The pain is nearly unbearable you're so full. You know you're not going to be eating for a while after that.
However, a moment later you feel the warmth of your partner's tongue under your massively bloated belly, and as your thoughts fade into a horny fog, you mutter under your breath.
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I haven't seen you in what? Five years? What's new?
...Aside from your massive weight gain, I mean.
Jesus you look like a pig. You're just huge. Genuinely, I think your gut might weigh more than I do. God, you're hilarious. I hate to be cliche but it looks like you ate the old you, you're so fat. How do you even fit through the door?? How do you function in a body so useless?? Everything must be so hard for you and the only one you can blame is yourself. The amount you'd have to consume to get this big is downright disgusting. How can you live like this? You're so fucking enormous it's almost like you did it on purpose. You can't accidentally get this fat.
...Wait, you're telling me you *did* do it on purpose?? What on earth would possess you to do that?
You're ruined, you have no hope of ever being the size of a normal person again! What the fuck are you going to do?! You're such a fatass, I can't even imagine how you afford to feed yourself! Look at you, that physique must have cost several thousand dollars at least, and you just kept on stuffing yourself. You've eaten all your money away! Hysterical! God, you need help.
Oh? Is that so? You're telling me you essentially exploit yourself on the Internet, gaining weight for fetishists?? That's how you make your money?? Oh my God, it just keeps getting worse!! You had so much potential. What a waste, truly a shame, all you are is a slut for food and attention.
No one's forcing you into this right? You aren't doing it against your will, are you? No!? You've got to be kidding. It makes you feel, good? Sexy, even! Oh my God, you're one of them aren't you? You like it, don't you? You want it as much as the people who pay to fatten you up. You need it, don't you?
Fuck you're pathetic, you should honestly be ashamed... That's part of it isn't it?? You have a shame kink, too? Oh that's so fucking funny, I bet everything I've said has turned you on, hasn't it, fatty?
Awww, are you gonna go home and get off thinking about me? Maybe stuff yourself with a bunch of greasy, cheap, sloppy calories? That's so fucking adorable. You're pathetic. You might as well be a cow... Or a pig... Livestock, regardless. Just fattening yourself up for profit. I feel bad for you, I'd be concerned, but clearly you're enjoying yourself. No one can help you now, you're just a pile of lard. Addicted, and only good for the entertainment of others... But, that's exactly what you want, isn't it?
Jake and Peter were on the rocks. They had been dating for six years and lived together. They were fighting constantly until one fateful day. They broke up. Jake took it very hard and quit his job and moved out. He decided to solo travel and explore the world while Peter figured his life out.
(160lbs)
After weeks of meticulously planning from his friend’s couch, Jake boarded his first flight to Spain. Jake spent the first few weeks of his trip exploring, meeting locals, hooking up with strangers in his hostel, and eating the local cuisine. After returning from the beach one day, he noticed he had softened up a lot over the last few weeks. He didn’t know where to weigh himself, so he just tried to cut back on his eating… He also stopped posting himself on his social media because he was insecure and didn’t want Peter to see.
(180lbs)
After 4 weeks in Spain, he boarded a flight to Tanzania to do safari tours and see the culture. He loved the food. He saw so many animals he never thought he’d see in the wild and spent weeks in villages with other solo travelers.
(200lbs)
His next stop was Fuji. After several flights on different airlines connecting, he made it. Only took 5 days. This was the tropical dream destination he loved. He ate so much food at the resort, and he noticed his clothes had shrunk. He had no idea how much weight he had put on, but between you and me it had only been two and a half months, and he was already 60 pounds heavier. He was in complete denial. This photo was taken on his first day in Fuji… just imagine what it was when he left.
(220lbs)
His next stop was Patagonia. During his layover in Australia, he turned on his cell service briefly to call his mom and talk to her. Right before he boarded his flight to Argentina, Jake called him. Peter declined it. On his long flight, he felt like the seat was really uncomfortable and blamed the airline for having small seats. He hiked Patagonia and it was hard for him. He spent 4 weeks in South America between Argentina and Chile. This became his new favorite cuisine – you might notice a trend.
(240lbs)
His next stop was the South of France. He got to his hostel in Nice and put on his swimsuit. When he was sitting down to apply sunscreen, the suit ripped clean down the middle. He hurried to the local dive shop and picked up a pair of red swim trunks: size XL. He chalked it up to Europeans having different sizing. He spent two weeks in the south before taking a train to Paris. Two weeks had devastating consequences on his weight.
(275lbs)
Upon arrival into Paris, he got to his hotel, which he splurged for. He checked his phone to see multiple missed calls from Peter. He called back, and Peter apologized for everything and promised to do better. He told Jake how much he missed him, and Jake who was using food and travel to escape his feelings, folded, and told Peter how much he also missed him. Peter asked to video chat, but Jake knew it was a bad idea, so he lied and said he didn’t want to use all his data, and voice called Peter every day for hours. The two began to fall in love again.
(300lbs)
Jake spent four weeks in Paris. One day he sent a photo holding of his croissant to Peter.
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Peter: Whose hand is that?
Jake: Mine?
Peter: Why is it so swollen?
Jake: Jk it’s this man from my hostel’s hand.
Peter: I was gonna say…
Jake realized then he was starting to lose control of his appetite.
Jake spent a 1-week layover in London, but he wasn’t a big fan.
(350lbs)
Jake then boarded his flight to Italy. He spent about a month in Rome, calling Peter every single day. He stopped hooking up with the locals and would tell people he had a boyfriend back home. He wanted to see the rest of the world before he went home though, and he discovered his Italian heritage made him have a weak spot for real Italian food. However, he was in denial that the reason everyone could tell he was American was because he was American sized. He still had no idea what he weighed and was blaming his increasing shirt size on the fact he was in European countries that had different standards of sizing.
(390lbs)
Jake’s next stop was Rio. Once he landed, he went straight to the mall to buy new clothes. His long flight from Europe to South America was awful. He was stuck in the middle seat and spilling over the armrests. He got his phone stolen in Rio and had to get a prepaid phone before he left for Sydney. He didn’t remember Peter’s number and couldn’t get back into his Instagram, so he had no way to reach him.
(410lbs)
Once he landed in Sydney, Jake was running to the first phone store he could find so he could get into his accounts. He messaged Peter on Instagram and let him know what happened and that he couldn’t call anymore because he couldn’t get his US number to work. This was the moment he was starting to have mobility problems. He had put on two-hundred-fifty pounds in just nine months, and it was catching up to him. His body was not used to carrying around all that weight.
(430lbs)
Jake’s time in Australia was shorter than usual because he wanted to go back to Europe, as it was his favorite. Once he landed in Amsterdam, he started applying to restaurant jobs in Italy for the summer so he could finish out his 18 months abroad with a very extended stay in his favorite place.
(450lbs)
On his day layover in London, Jake got his photo taken near Big Ben, and when he compared the photo to the one he had taken just four months ago, that’s when it hit him: Jake had gotten fat.
(480lbs)
Jake landed in Italy and audio called Peter.
Peter: Hey sexy.
Jake: I miss you.
Peter: When you come back to LA, will you move back in with me?
Jake: I will, but-
Peter: I can’t wait to bring you around my friends again.
Jake: Your judgy circuity ones?
Peter: Why does that matter?
Jake: I’ve changed Peter.
Peter: And?
Jake: I just feel like… I won’t get along with them.
Peter: Oh, because your perspective on the world has changed so much this year…
Jake: Something like that.
Peter: What?
Jake: Peter, I gained some weight.
Peter: That’s nothing Equinox can’t fix.
Jake: Right.
Peter: I have to go, but I miss you and can’t wait for the end of the summer when you come back!
Jake: Bye.
Peter: --
Jake began to panic. He didn’t know what to do about his weight. But, he coped with the stress the only way he knew how: the free food he got at his job in Italy.
Jake could feel the eyes on him while he tanned at the beach, with his big belly all out for the world to see. People’s jaws would drop, because he was supersized. Jake was still in denial with how much weight he had put on, but he knew it was bad enough.
(520lbs)
After a few weeks, Jake took the train from his temporary residence in Amalfi to Milan. Once he sat down, he was accosted by the conductor for not buying two seats. He paid the fine and cried the rest of the way to Milan. He spent a week in his hostel room ordering delivery and depressed because he finally had another fat realization.
(550lbs)
Jake returned to Amalfi and ate his feelings. He missed Peter, but knew Peter would be shocked at his transformation. He was called “American fat boy” by his coworkers at the restaurant. He was stared at everywhere he went.
(580lbs)
He stayed in for the remaining 2 months of his summer stuffing his face with the food from his restaurant, and when he got to the airport in Milan, he was denied boarding because he didn’t buy a second seat. He waddled to the train to the airport hotel, bought himself 2 seats and moped in his room.
When Jake returned to the airport the next day, the gate agent understood his frustration, and gave him a row to himself in the back of the flight. Jake sat down in the middle and was startled when he felt his belly press up against the wall. When he landed in LA, Peter texted him asking where he was:
Jake: I just landed.
Peter: I’m waiting!
Jake: I’m headed to bag claim.
Peter: Me too.
Jake waddled to the escalator, passing Peter who didn’t recognize him.
Peter: Omg… behind this guy you’d laugh at. He looks like he’d make the plane crash he is so fat.
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Jake was looking for his bag and didn’t look at his phone to see the message.
Peter called Jake, so he picked up.
Peter: Where are you?
Jake: I have my bag.
Peter: Where?
Jake: Oh…
Peter: What.
Jake: Turn around
Peter: --
Jake: Hey Peter.
Peter: Oh my god Jake.
Jake: I'm sorry.
Peter: I--
Jake: Peter I love you so much, I know this is a lot.
Peter: --
Jake: Yes I will.
Peter: Peter ran and hugged Jake and kissed him.
(680lbs)
Jake: Well, we will talk in the car I know.
Peter: Jake, what happened to you?
Jake: I put on some weight, and then some more, and I lost track.
Peter: What happened?
Jake: I was so sad without you; I left the country for a year and a half and ate my feelings. I missed you so much.
Peter: I don’t recognize you.
Jake: I know you proposed to me in the airport, and I know this is not what you wanted.
Peter: I don’t even care, I missed you so much. I will always love you.
Jake: Are you sure?
Peter: How much do you weigh?
Jake: Maybe 350lbs?
Peter: HA!
Jake: What.
Peter: How did you even fly back?
Jake: They gave me the entire row.
Peter: 350?
Jake: I honestly have no idea. I never bothered to check. I didn’t even notice at first.
When they arrived back at Peter’s apartment, Jake saw photos on the wall of the two of them together and then caught his reflection in the mirror. He then saw it.
Jake then opened his phone up to see the message Peter had sent earlier.
You’ve gotten so fat… but its not enough. You want to get fatter. 400 pounds seemed like a lot to you… now you’re thinking about fattening up to 800 pounds. You’re pretty sure by then you’d be immobile, too fat to walk. But that gets you hard. You get off to that. So fat that your thighs become too heavy, pressing against one another as you walk. Your butt is getting pretty fat now, which is making things harder, like sitting comfortably in normal sized chairs or squeezing into small bathrooms. But fuck that, you want it to get bigger, fatter, heavier. The idea that your own butt is too big and heavy gets you hot, but the thought of it aiding in your immobility makes you even hotter. It’s getting so hard just to get yourself off. Its exhausting isn’t it. Pretty soon you won’t be able to reach down there, nor will you be able to touch your belly button. Your belly needs to reach your knees. No… past your knees. All the way down to your feet. Which will already be buried in the fat of your two-foot thick thighs. No… four-feet thick. You’ll be as wide as a king sized bed. Beyond 800 pounds and beyond immobility. A thousand pounds. Two thousand pounds. You can’t move your thighs at all and your arms are almost a hundred pounds each. Your cock is buried so deep in fat that it’ll never be touched again. Your fat pad bulges out under your belly, probably weighing close to 80lbs. It keeps growing, burying your cock deeper and deeper and deeper in fat. You want more. So much more. Thousands more. 3,000 pounds. You can’t lift up your arms anymore. All you can do is wiggle your fingers and toes around, but even those are becoming swallowed by fat. What one might call your wrists and ankles have swollen over the base of your hands and feet. Fatter, fatter, fatter. 4,000 pounds. No, 5,000. Your hands and feet are gone. Sunken into your fattening body. All you can do is eat and eat while you get fatter and fatter and fatter. Your body hangs off the sides of the bed. The frame snapped a couple hundred pounds ago meaning you’re closer to the ground and your love handles and thighs have reached the floor, spreading across its surface. You struggle to even open your mouth. Your neck and cheeks have grown so massive that they have become too heavy to move. You don’t care. You want to get fatter. So much fatter. 6,000 pounds. 7,000? The bed is completely hidden by your fat. You fill half of the room already, but it’s not enough. I think you can get fatter. Say it. Say it, you fucking pig. Fatten me up. Make me fatter. Please, make me so much fatter. I’m not fat enough. I want to get fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter…
Let me get on my knees between those doughy, roll covered thighs as you recline on the couch. I want to feel the heavy softness of your stuffed belly and fat pad as I struggle to push them out of the way of your cock. I want to hear you gasp as your engorged head is pushed out of its soft, fat swaddled home and feels my wet tongue swirl across it. I want you to groan about how much pressure is on your gut from my pushing your lard out of the way, only to feel it all come plopping down on my head as I let go, making you gasp again.
It's been 100lbs since you've felt this good from your own hands, so I might as well remind you what an orgasm feels like with mine.
I want to hear your desperate moans as my mouth and hands work what's left of your shaft. In 50 more pounds I won't be able to reach it anymore... By myself. Can you imagine being so fat you need two feeders just to unbury your cock? Oh, but just think how much bigger you'll get with two... It'll take a third just to fight all that new fat down to your dick then.
I can hear your pathetic whines now, begging us to try. Snorting, squealing, saying anything that will get us to dig out your little feedee cock and make you feel like the man you used to be before we turned you into a pig.
“Who’s that?” Hendrix asked his new friends as he gazed around the gay venue he was visiting for the first time. Having recently moved here for his job, Hendrix had arrived alone that night and quickly started introducing himself to the group of men who seemed most likely to visit the club on a regular basis. The guy he was asking about was clearly very attractive, with a tall, slender frame and pretty face. However, that wasn’t the reason why Hendrix’s interest had been piqued. It was the fact that such a handsome guy stood all alone and, unless Hendrix had been very much mistaken, he’d just seen him checking out a couple of the softer chubs in the corner.
Collectively, the guys all pulled a face. “That’s Felix!” one replied. “We don’t talk to him.”
Hendrix’s face lit up with intrigue; the cogs in his head were already whirring.
“He dated Lee, one of our friends,” another explained to Hendrix. “He was already quite a big guy, but he absolutely ballooned when he was with Felix.”
“And you think Felix was the reason for that?” Hendrix asked, pleased that his predictions had been exactly right.
“Definitely!” jumped in another. “We could all see what he was up to, with his cream cakes and fast food. Then, the moment we convinced Lee to go for the gastric band, Felix finished with him, just like that!”
“Oh, really?” Hendrix asked, taking another look over at the pretty boy in question. “That’s not cool,” he agreed. “So you think he’s a feeder, huh?”
“We know he’s a feeder,” came the swift reply. “And now everyone else does. He can’t hide it any more.”
“So you’re able to warn those you see him getting close to?” Hendrix smirked, knowing that he had chosen the exact right people to make friends with that night in order to learn all he could about the crowds in here.
“Absolutely!” they all nodded, like a team of justice warriors; their cold stares fixed firmly on Felix; the enemy walking amongst them.
“Well, well… it sucks to be you!” Hendrix chuckled as he headed to the bar an hour or so later and caught Felix on his own once more. He smirked at the guy, knowing he himself had already picked up the number of a deliciously doughy-looking chub he’d seen Felix staring longingly at earlier. “You’re about as popular as herpes around here,” he stated without sympathy.
“It won’t last forever,” Felix replied, seeming to instinctively know that he was talking with a kindred spirit after eyeballing Hendrix flirting with the fat boy he had been so keen on. “People soon forget these things.”
Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh at Felix’s naivety. “I don’t think they do,” he scoffed. “Dumping your boyfriend because he was going for a gastric band? You exposed yourself to everyone,” he explained unsympathetically. “Sure, they may have had suspicions before about you being a feeder, but you made damn sure to give them the final nail to seal your coffin.”
Felix grunted bitterly, but he couldn’t deny the truth of what Hendrix was saying. “So, that means more fat boys for you then, huh?” he asked. “Your biggest competition has been eliminated from the game.”
Smirking once more, Hendrix looked Felix up and down. Yes, the boy was handsome, but it was Hendrix’s upper body strength that made sure he never lost out when it came to picking up the guys he wanted. Felix thought of himself as his competition? In Hendrix’s experience, guys always chose the ‘muscle stud’ over the ‘pretty boy’ every time. He collected his drinks, heading straight back to the fat boy he planned to take home later, looking back over his shoulder to ensure that Felix was watching as he placed a hand on the chub’s deliciously soft, under-exercised butt: the first of many fatties that he planned to fuck around here.
The next day, Hendrix squirted a little extra aftershave on himself as he got ready for his new job. He already knew that he was going to smash it. He’d consistently been the most successful car salesman since his second month at the last dealership he’d worked at. Now, moving up to the higher end of the market, the commission he was about to start earning would at last give him the life he deserved. Tight pants never hurt, nor shirts that showed off his excellent muscular physique. It was a fine balance, making himself look handsome enough to attract the female market, yet with a clear muscular athleticism that would encapsulate how the male customers aspired to be and ensure that they felt free to talk sports with him as he guided them towards a hefty sale.
Nothing had surprised Hendrix on that first day, apart from the identity of the pretty-looking dude, sitting in the accountancy office. It couldn’t be, surely? Felix, the fallen feeder, worked here too? He’d smirked and shaken the guy’s hand, keeping up the pretense that they had never met before. What a small world they lived in, he laughed to himself, staring back over his shoulder from the main floor and noticing that Felix was staring back through the glass walls that separated him from where the real work happened.
The mechanics in the back were friendly enough, if a little quick to grumble about how the site was managed. But Hendrix was a natural at smooth talk and soon ingratiated himself with them all. Within two hours of being there, he’d made his first sale: a company record.
It wasn’t until Day 4 that the new golden boy, Hendrix, found himself unaccompanied as he grabbed a coffee from the back room. That was when Felix crept in. “Hello again,” the man smiled, as if pleased that they were both able to speak freely at last. “How did things go with the chub after you left on Saturday?”
Hendrix laughed as he poured himself a cup from the machine; of course that was going to be Felix’s first question to him. “Pretty good!” he nodded, turning back around. “That doughy ass took a good pounding and there was plenty of decent back fat to grab onto.” He closed his eyes for a second, emphasising how perfect the memory of it was. “His whole body jiggled beautifully.”
Felix seemed to flush with arousal at the thought, surprised at how immediately open Hendrix was about it all. “Lucky you!” he mumbled.
“The foreplay was nice too,” Hendrix continued. “I squirted a can of cream over places and made him lick it all off,” he boasted. “Let’s just say… fat boy was VERY good at that part!”
“You like to feed them as well?” Felix asked, his eyes alert, as if this was the most important conversation he would have all day.
“Of course,” Hendrix nodded. “It’s rule number one in my book,” he explained. “When you fuck chubs, you’ve always gotta leave them a little bit fatter and softer for the next guy.”
Felix swallowed. “I hope that next guy is me,” he mumbled.
Once again, Hendrix chuckled, patronisingly patting Felix on his butt. “It won’t be!” he smirked. “After your little stunt, all the fatties know to stay well away from you.”
Sighing, it was somehow very obvious that Felix was turned on and frustrated. “I’ve gotta find some way to fix this,” he rambled, seeming as if he might burst if he didn’t get some fat boy action soon.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Hendrix gloated, putting his coffee on the table and throwing his large, muscular body down onto the couch, before fixing his hands at the back of his head and relaxing. “You’re just going to have to move somewhere very far away, where no one knows you,” he teased.
“How jiggly was his butt?” Felix asked next, sitting down with him and keen to return to hearing all about Hendrix’s experience.
“Very!” Hendrix grinned, happy to indulge the horny boy. “Great rippling when I thrusted against it! You know, like those fat boys who don’t do any exercise whatsoever. Although, he wasn’t that used to taking guys as big as me, so he squealed a little bit in places.”
There it was: the little boner pressing against Felix’s pants. He really was every bit as kinky as Hendrix, who smirked at the sight of it. This meant that there was an opportunity to be exploited, should Hendrix play things very carefully…
“We should go for a drink after work; compare notes on the fatties we’ve had,” Hendrix suggested next, already lifting his great body up with a nonchalance that suggested Felix’s answer would mean little to him either way.
“Sure!” Felix shot back, not getting up from the couch and knowing full well that he would have to stay down for a little while longer; until the hardness retreated.
Hendrix had never spoken so openly about his experiences of being with chubs as he did that evening with Felix. He suddenly found that he had a way with words and storytelling that made each and every one of them sound so sexually charged and erotic; he could see Felix hanging on his every word.
“So, he actually ate it all?” Felix laughed, hearing the end to yet another of Hendrix’s kinky tales.
“Of course he did!” Hendrix nodded. “Look at me. Would you deny a stud like me anything if I asked it? He gobbled it all down straight away, then couldn’t button his pants the next day. It was so fucking cute!”
“That’s amazing!” Felix smiled, his eyes full of awe.
Hendrix checked his watch, sighing as if it was getting late. “Shall we sort that out?” he asked casually, pointing down at Felix’s bulging erection that hadn’t gone down all evening.
Felix looked surprised at being asked, yet Hendrix’s tales had wound him up enough that there was no chance of him saying no. He was one of those men who just seemed so much more malleable when he was horny. Soon, he was back at Hendrix’s new place, dropping his pants and relieved to finally have someone stroking his dick at long last.
Hendrix was determined that it shouldn’t be a quick fix, despite how desperate Felix seemed to want to climax, slapping the guy’s hand away each time he seemed to grab his own hardness in an attempt to make himself finish. He could see why the fatties had fallen for him. Felix had a fine body, with cute, pert little glutes that Hendrix knew he would need to stick his dick between soon. It was how he came, twenty minutes later, ploughing his harness into the delighted Felix whilst the guy lay on his front, pressed into the bed.
After climaxing, Hendrix rolled them both onto their sides, still keeping himself fully erect and inserted. He moved quickly, reaching behind the pillow to where he had stealthily hidden a can of whipped cream. “It’s your turn!” he whispered, knowing just how achingly horny the boy was by that point. He couldn’t see his reaction as he took in the can of cream, but Felix would have been naive if he hadn’t known this was coming. “You know my rule…” Hendrix whispered, inserting the nozzle between the guy’s lips. “If I fuck them, I fatten them.”
There was a click as the fresh can sprang into life. Felix’s submissive mouth was filling with cream whilst Hendrix slid his other large hand up and down the guy’s shaft. This was it: the moment Felix was at last going to be allowed to climax. The boy swallowed and swallowed, desperate for Hendrix to keep on working his erection and not stop. He seemed to intuitively know that every scrap of pleasure Hendrix provided would be conditional upon this one concession of his: swallow the cream down.
Hendrix chuckled, unable to help how amusing he found it all. “Good boy!” he cooed into Felix’s ear as he felt the hardness pulse and almost quiver; the can of whipped cream getting lighter by the second as it was mercilessly pumped down Felix’s throat. There was something so pathetically sexy about the way a guy would relax when this was done; their bodies limp and full of complete unjustified trust in him as Hendrix brought the inevitable explosion closer and closer. Felix whimpered as his erection spluttered and then shot out forcefully across Hendrix’s sheets, making quite the mess. Only the tiniest amount remained in the can, which Hendrix quickly scurried away so that he didn’t see. By the way Felix was looking at him, mouth agape, Hendrix knew that he had just given the guy the best orgasm of his life.
The next day, Hendrix’s only contact with Felix had been to nod at him in mutual appreciation of the very large, deliciously overfed guy who came into the showroom: legs of pure blubber and an ass that was bordering on being too big to be accommodated in the seats of the cars, Hendrix knew that this was a body that they both could drool over. Despite having a sixth sense that the guy didn’t have the money to be a serious buyer, Hendrix indulged the man for a full forty minutes, delaying the inevitable chat about finance options which always sent them running.
“Why does Felix keep looking over here?” complained one of Hendrix’s new friends at the gay club that weekend.
“Oh,” smirked Hendrix. “That’ll be me,” he chuckled. “It turns out we’re now colleagues. He works in the finance department of my new showroom.”
“Unlucky you!” growled another. He hadn’t stopped scowling at Felix since he’d first come in.
“He’s developed a bit of a thing for me,” Hendrix went on to explain. “Not that you can blame him!” he winked at them all.
“He’s bad news,” warned Pete, the oldest of the group.
Hendrix nodded in falsely sympathetic agreement. “But I know how to handle guys like Felix. Plus, it might be good to give him a taste of his own medicine…” he laughed, looking squarely at Pete. “Get some revenge for your friend, Lee.”
The guys all leaned in closer; every last one of them. “What were you thinking?”
“No luck this evening?” Hendrix asked half an hour later, strolling over to Felix.
Felix appeared delighted to have Hendrix beside him. He shook his head. “Just the usual chubs,” he replied, without glancing to double check.
“That’s a shame,” Hendrix smiled. “You’ll have to come home with me instead,” he offered, placing his large hand on Felix’s slender butt as if he owned it.
Electricity seemed to crackle in Felix’s eyes. “That doesn’t seem like a bad consolation prize,” he mumbled back, his voice breaking slightly. When Hendrix held out his hand, Felix took it, allowing himself to be led out of the club; completely oblivious to the amount of knowing eyes that were upon him.
“Who the hell is that?” asked Felix, hearing someone knocking at the front door some time later as he made out with Hendix on his couch.
Hendrix lifted himself up and pulled out his wallet to tip the delivery person, returning to Felix’s side holding two large boxes of meat and cheese-filled pizzas. “You know my rule,” he grinned, opening the box and letting out a plume of delicious scents, “If I fuck them, I fatten them…”
Felix raised his eyebrows, as if trying to work out when Hendrix had even had time to order pizzas since they had arrived back at his place. He wriggled nervously in his seat, unsure whether he should lie back or sit up. Meanwhile, Hendrix set to work stimulating the guy’s little dick, ensuring it was pumped and ready for some kinky fun. “Alright… maybe just a bit of pizza,” he conceded.
In Hendrix’s experience, in order to flip a feeder, you needed three things: a definite, unrelenting admiration of fat guys, a potential submissive streak, and a super hard, easily excited dick. That last one had become tonight’s focus. Hendrix worked that sensitive muscle between Felix’s legs with a cherishing love, knowing that it was the key to everything that would come next. If Felix had ever been a feeder of any sort of substance, he should have realised how keenly Hendrix was educating himself on how best to stimulate his dick: the grip strength, the speed of the stroke, the positioning. If he could edge him well enough, he knew he could make Felix do anything he wanted in time. Tonight, Felix wanted to climax, there was no doubt about that. Hendrix just had to make sure that he had maximum results on the calories front before that happened.
Three weeks into all this and Hendrix knew that Felix was ready for the chat. He’d witnessed a slight softening in the torso and a subtle broadening in the guy’s rear. “You know I’m going to get bored of all this soon, unless I start seeing some results?” He shrugged his shoulders, looking at Felix earnestly. “I am what I am,” he sighed. “A feeder soon gets bored without some blubber to play with.”
His timing had been good, with Felix having spent the last 30 minutes sucking on cream and getting pounded until he practically exploded everywhere. It was obvious from the soppy eyed expressions Felix gave him that no one had ever pleasured the boy quite like this. “I’m up five pounds,” he tried to answer.
Hendrix scoffed. “Five pounds?” he repeated back to him, as if emphasising how pathetic it sounded. “You know what I am,” he whispered smoothly, sliding down the bed and spooning the naked guy until Hendrix’s semi-erection nestled back between Felix’s butt cheeks, where it belonged. “I want a piggy!”
“I’ve never thought about gaining myself,” Felix replied quietly.
“Until now…” Hendrix reminded him, kissing the back of his head sweetly. “You can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed those five extra pounds I’ve put on you.” His hand reached into Felix’s groin, feeling that the guy was indeed getting hard again. Slowly, he began to tug it, knowing how much more malleable the boy became when he was horny. In reality, the guy should have been wise to this sort of manipulation, were he really as adept at feeding as he had previously claimed to be in his previous relationship.
Felix moaned in agreement, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“And you want to put on more weight for me, don’t you?” Hendrix asked him, pushing a much firmer erection back inside him. “You want to make me proud to fuck you, right?”
Felix’s body completely relaxed, enjoying the submission as he prepared to be fucked once more. “Yes,” he whispered diligently back, as if hardly comprehending what a momentous milestone he had just passed.
Over the years, Hendrix had met a few guys like Felix; sling a hard dick inside them and they gave in entirely. The only difference here was the fantastic, instant access Hendrix had to Felix for so much of the week. Hendrix could whip up his most devious calorie shakes, then chuckle as he’d watch Felix discovering it in his desk drawer at work; slowly sucking it all down throughout the morning in the hope that Hendrix may pleasure him in the bathroom come lunchtime.
“You’ll see when he comes in,” Hendrix boasted to his friends at the gay bar. “His face is puffing up quite a bit and those tight little glutes of his have swollen out somewhat!”
“Is he actually getting a belly?” asked Pete, surprisingly thrilled by Hendrix’s genius plan to enact revenge for them all.
Hendrix considered for a second. “It’s more of a paunch than a belly. But if you want me to put a gut on him, I can definitely make that work,” he smiled obligingly.
The whole gang chuckled, nodding their heads. “Do it!” they cried, as if this was all one giant, elaborate prank.
Hendrix sighed, pretending to find this to be one long, tedious homework assignment; as if he was doing all this out of a kindness to them all. “Very well,” he nodded. “I’ll see what I can do for you.”
When Felix arrived twenty minutes later, Hendrix was delighted with the fit of the guy’s pants, stretching across the broader, softer glutes. Even in the middle of the bar, Hendrix couldn’t resist gently stroking the tubbier rear, knowing that the eyes of everyone were watching his every move. He paraded the boy for a good thirty minutes, before slowly guiding him out; taking him back home to fatten and fuck him; much like every night.
“I’ll tell you who’s packed on a few pounds recently,” grunted Roy, one of the mechanics in the back. “Have you noticed Felix’s stomach recently?” he asked Hendrix and a couple of the other guys as they took a few moments outside to chat at the end of the lunch break.
“Yeah, I noticed that,” nodded another mechanic. “He’s starting with a right little beer gut,” he agreed.
“Well, what do you expect?” Hendrix shrugged. “The guy sits on his butt at a computer screen all day,” he explained, rolling his eyes as if Felix was nothing more than lazy. “He’s not up on his feet all day like we are.”
The other guys nodded, feeling that, despite whatever the admin-pushers like Felix believed, it was really their hard graft that kept this place running. “I have a cousin who ballooned after he got an office job,” agreed one. “It’s not good for you at all.”
At that moment, Felix appeared from around the corner; his portly little stomach straining the buttons of his shirt after quietly consuming two of the calorie shakes Hendrix had left for him that day. He called across to one of them, asking if certain parts had arrived so that he could finish writing up an invoice, then spun back around, giving them all a perfect view of his thicker glutes. Once out of earshot, the guys all looked at each other and burst out laughing. There was no doubt about it: Felix was slowly becoming quite the fat boy.
Perhaps Felix hadn’t even noticed how much more he was able to eat over the coming weeks and months, but the change had been nothing if not deliberate. With each kinky act of foreplay, Hendrix had slowly raised his expectations for what he expected Felix to consume. The fat itself was packing on beautifully across Felix’s sides, giving him deliciously cute, plump-looking love handles that completely altered his previously slender shape. Simply watching them emerge had given Hendrix a thrill unlike any other.
“Time to step on the scales,” Hendrix cooed, rousing Felix from his sleep that Sunday morning.
Felix groaned a little and rolled over in bed. It had only been four hours since he had been woken and fondled until he was horny enough to swallow down a gainer shake for Hendrix in the middle of the night. Ultimately, however, he was a good boy, dragging himself out of bed for a quick bathroom stop before the scales were ceremoniously brought out in front of Hendrix’s full-length mirror.
“Look at you!” Hendrix marvelled, admiring the way the blubber had continued to spread itself around Felix’s waist that week. There was no denying the fact that the guy was getting little moobs, with even the tops of his arms starting to puff up in a way that only happened with a consistent period of prolonged weight gain. Hendrix pulled down the tight boxer shorts that Felix had slept in, noticing all the little marks where they had been quietly digging into his plushier flesh.
A lover of fat, even Felix couldn’t help getting hard as he saw it all and felt Hendrix’s large hands bouncing his heavier glutes up and down. His thighs had taken on quite a lot of fresh lard the last couple of weeks, making even Felix’s most resistant clothes absolutely redundant.
“Are you ready to find out how fat you are today?” Hendrix whispered into the boy’s ear, playing with Felix’s dick to ensure he was super turned on before he saw the new number on the scales. It had been a good week for gains, that much Hendrix was sure of; the traces of Felix’s former slender 145lb body slowly disappearing.
Felix nodded and stepped on; his cute little double chin showing itself as he looked down over the top of his developing gut at the building numbers. Two weeks ago, he had crossed 200lbs for the first time. Now the numbers were crossing that threshold with ease: 208…211… higher and higher.
“Fuck!” Felix gasped as it was obvious where the number was going to settle. He turned to Hendrix, catching the sparkling joy in his feeder’s eyes as. “How have I put on so much this week?”
“Because you’re a greedy little fucker,” Hendrix chuckled back, making his lover step off and onto the scales a further two times, just to be certain of the measurement. He grabbed a handful of lard from Felix’s stomach and held it proudly. “I’ll have another eight pounds on you next week as well,” he declared. He’d practically moved Felix in to get these sorts of gains on him, but with results like these, it had all been absolutely worth it.
Hendrix turned Felix back to the mirror, grabbing the boy’s hands and making it grab onto the flesh blubber. He took a step back, watching the former feeder’s love of fat start to wash over him. Felix’s own hands touched all those areas a feeder could never resist. Felix jiggled and bounced himself, raising his arms to admire the new love handles and twisted to see the remarkable transformation of his butt. The boy had always loved seeing fatter bodies, but it was obvious that he had never anticipated the next chubby body he got to play with would be his own. The guy’s dick was so irredeemably hard, Hendrix couldn’t help but laugh. This fatty had the potential to be taken all the way.
Hendrix was greeted as a hero as he strolled about in the gay bar a couple of months later. Whenever Felix went off to the bathroom, someone would come up and pat him on the back, telling him what an amazing job he had done teaching the guy a lesson. They spoke as if it was all done, as if the love handles and the double chin that Felix now owned were the end of the road. To Hendrix, it seemed like the most ridiculous concept to simply stop there.
“He’s quite a greedy boy, y’know,” he told them all with a grin. “He almost seems oblivious to how much he overeats now. I definitely don’t think he’s done growing yet. That fat ass of his is pretty much made from pure ice cream!” he chuckled.
The guys nodded. They couldn’t help but notice the ridiculous shape of Felix’s glutes in the tight pants he’d worn that night. “Well, no one can deny that you’re committed to the cause!” they’d laugh back.
Hendrix smirked and nodded, spotting Felix making his way back towards him. “Karma’s a bitch!” he winked at them conspiratorially as they all drifted away once more, leaving Hendrix to play his games with Felix.
“How come they all still love you so much?” Felix asked, frowning at the fact that his lover was always so popular here. “Look at how much weight I’ve gained! Surely they must know that you’re a feeder?”
Hendrix laughed, slipping his large hand over Felix’s heavy glutes, rubbing and patting them with pride; the feature he most adored on Felix’s overweight body. It felt even more erotic to enjoy touching him like this in here, where everyone had known his previously slim physique so well before. “I’m just a bit cleverer than you,” he whispered back. “I could turn you into a literal mountain of lard and still have them love me.”
“But, how?” Felix pressed, having his fat stomach rubbed by Hendrix right there in the middle of the bar. He clearly could not comprehend how easily his lover was simply getting away with it all, whilst he himself had been ostricised.
“Oh, it’s even better than that!” Hendrix smiled, pulling out a coupon for the ice cream joint down the street. “You wouldn’t believe how many of them keep giving things like this to me. They’re all so ridiculously fixated on disliking you that they don’t even realise what I am.” He laughed as he looked around at the faces in the bar. “They all think they’re in on it.”
“They do?” Felix asked in surprise, realising that he’d never quite understood the status Hendrix had in this bar. “No one is trying to stop you? At all?”
“Not one!” Hendrix smiled victoriously. “I’ve got free rein to do with you as I like,” he whispered, resuming his stroking of Felix’s oversized rear once more. “So I’m going to keep adding pounds and pounds and pounds of pure blubber to you. Then I’ll watch as it slowly dawns on them all how they all foolishly enabled and encouraged me…”
Felix looked around, clearly noticing how admired Hendrix was in here. “How long do you think that will take?” he asked, sceptically.
Hendrix smirked again. “Who knows?” he laughed. “Another one hundred pounds… two hundred… Hell, I might need to fatten you up forever in order for them to realise they invited an actual feeder into their circle of trust.”
“You really want to keep going that far?” Felix asked, stroking the back of his head nervously.
“Let me ask you, would you have ever stopped fattening your ex if he hadn’t wanted surgery?”
Felix looked a little sheepish. “No, I guess not,” he mumbled.
Hendrix nodded. “Exactly!” he declared. “Once you’ve sunk your claws into a fatty, there’s no letting go!”
Sometimes, there was a misty eyed look that Felix gave whenever Hendrix let out his most harsh and blunt thoughts. A lust would come over him that was so obvious to Hendrix. The guy became putty in his hand; ready to be pushed and cajoled in any direction Hendrix wanted.
“How about we get out of here, Piggy?” Hendrix whispered into Felix’s ear. “I’m in the mood to watch you gorge yourself into oblivion tonight!”
Despite the kinkiness of their situation, Hendrix was genuinely delighted to have Felix in his life. Not only was he the guy who was the most sexually compatible with him, but he was also genuinely quite sweet and thoughtful once all his kinks were being managed. However, untamed, Hendrix could see what a nightmare the boy would have been to date previously. Just like Hendrix, he could get turned on at the drop of a hat, and Hendrix could imagine how slyly manipulative he would have been to push calories onto his former lovers. Now, whenever he got horny, he would take himself off to the well stocked kitchen cupboards and rip open a box of something tasty, feeding himself as Hendrix watched on with pleasure. It definitely helped that he too had once been a feeder. He had at least some understanding of how Hendrix’s brain worked. He knew how to dress himself to emphasise those gains and could wrap Hendrix’s fingers around those fleshier regions of his body that no feeder could resist touching.
“I never imagined I’d one day be over three hundred pounds!” Felix laughed to himself, admiring his fat body in the mirror as Hendrix climbed into the bed behind him.
“Well, believe it, buddy!” Hendrix laughed, enjoying the sight of Felix’s round, chubby glutes. For him, the boy was just entering the sweet stage, where even his hips were starting to pile on the pounds, altering his shape into that of a man of more extreme obesity. He was blowing up out of everything he had worn in the last few months; older stretch marks fading and newer ones coming in. There was something so comical about a guy with nipples drooping like Felix’s had started to do; the way the fat was spreading into his chest and bulging under his arms; those fat-filled upper arms and the complete domination of fat under his chin. “I’ve got plenty more pounds I want to add to you!” he grinned, smiling at the indestructible hardness that was straining from Felix’s body, even as a sizable pouch of fat pressed it down slightly in the guy’s groin. His body rippled and jiggled as he strutted over to the bed, the blubber spreading out onto the mattress once he finally lay down. He didn’t flinch as Hendrix reached across to his bedside table and picked up the nightly calorie shake, inserting the nozzle into Felix’s mouth.
Felix moaned, rubbing his little dick as he swallowed and swallowed. A lot of the time, he would simply gaze submissively into Hendrix’s eyes as he did this; adoring the muscular stud, freshly returned from his evening gym session, ready to play. It was the perfect lifestyle for him. Hendrix didn’t ask anything more of him than this: the blissful act of consuming and growing for him. And so he drank every last drop as if this was all he had ever wanted for himself.
One of the things that had bonded Hendrix and Felix together so much was their shared experience of growing up with undeniably crappy parents. The only major difference was that Hendrix had picked himself up and moved his entire life away from all that, whilst Felix had remained close by, keeping them at arm’s length.
Not having to worry about impressing Felix’s super religious parents had certainly given Hendrix a freedom he would not have otherwise had as the date approached when he would have to meet them both. “You know what I love about you?” Hendrix smiled, watching his lover gorging his breakfast that morning. “You’re a great little stress eater!”
Felix smiled faintly. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he shrugged.
“It’s the first time your parents have seen you since you turned into such a fatty,” Hendrix bluntly replied, stroking the broad back of his three hundred and fifty pound lover and already plotting how many extra calories he could get into Felix that morning whilst he was in this heightened state.
“Is my large black sweater out of the wash?” Felix asked.
Hendrix rolled his eyes. “You’re planning on wearing that?” he sighed disappointedly, knowing just as well as Felix did that it was the one item of clothing that best disguised that impeccable size of Felix’s stomach.
“What else would I wear today?” Felix shot back.
“The pink sweater?” Hendrix shrugged.
Felix couldn’t hold back his laughter. “No way!” he chuckled. “That thing stopped fitting weeks ago, You only like it because it makes me look enormous!”
“You are enormous,” Hendrix shrugged again. “What’s the point in trying to hide it? I’m proud of how fat you are. I want people to see it.”
Felix smiled back, feeling a closeness with Hendrix he had never experienced in a relationship before. Sometimes it seemed like it was the two of them versus the entire world. He nodded as Hendrix planted a loving kiss on the top of his head. “Alright then,” he sighed. “I guess we’re really doing this…”
A few hours later, the two men tumbled through the apartment door, wrapped around each other and desperately trying to remove their clothes in a fit of steamy lust. The meeting couldn’t have gone worse and, consequently, it could not have inflamed both their kinks more. Felix’s parents had been in complete shock at the size of their boy, referring to Felix as a ‘fat pig’ and a ‘fatty.’ They’d been disgusted at how much Felix had ordered to eat and had called Hendrix out as they could see him trying to slyly push more food onto their son. Hendrix had loved every second of it, agreeing with them that he enjoyed the shape of Felix’s body and even thanking them for raising a son with such a hearty appetite. For the first time, Felix had let himself go in front of them, feeling strong with Hendrix by his side. The shock and horror on the older couple’s faces when Hendrix had told them about their musing about getting married. It wasn’t enough that they staunchly disagreed with gay men getting married, but the idea of their boy tethering himself to a feeder had almost sent them into a blind panic, leaving the table just as the main course was arriving.
The two men had stayed behind, with Felix quietly coached into consuming both of his parents’ meals as they further discussed the idea of getting married should Hendrix get the dream job he wanted in Seattle. All that eating, the talk of commitment and the exciting plans; it had sent them both into a spiralling horniness that could not be undone. The failed catch-up with Felix’s folks had proven one thing: they needed to live their lives for themselves, and no one else.
Back at the bar a few weeks later, the distrust of Hendrix had never been more apparent. Despite throwing the rug from under them by announcing that he was leaving town, the fact that he was taking Felix with him, and had even become engaged to him had completely thrown them all. At last, they could see what they had been a part of. Hendrix had never really cared about the things that had gone on before he arrived, He’d simply been riding a wave that had allowed him complete freedom to get his kicks in exactly the same way Felix had in the past.
Everyone had been polite, despite the many things that they may have been muttering to themselves under their breath as Felix’s ass crack and underbelly became more and more visible as the beers went down. One thing was for certain: these two freaks deserved each other.
“No regrets?” Hendrix asked, finally sitting himself down next to Felix on their new couch, overlooking the Seattle skyline from the large window.
“None,” beamed Felix back.
The pair kissed sweetly before Hendrix pulled out his cell phone. “Well then, I guess it’s time to start trying out some of these new take out places,” he chuckled. “Buckle up, Fat Boy! You’re in for a tough few weeks ahead!”
there are so many enjoyable milestones in a feedee’s weight gain journey. of course, there are the numbers and stats: 300 pounds, 400 pounds, 500 pounds, the day you weigh twice as much as someone your height should, or three times, or four…
but there’s something special about the tangible signs of just quite how far you’ve let yourself go. of all of these, the greatest is the day you realise you’re too fat to touch yourself. the moment it dawns on you that you’ve packed so much fat onto your frame, you need to rely on someone else to get you off. so far off the deep end of your kink that you can’t even properly enjoy it independently.
other achievements are great; becoming too heavy for your first scale, outgrowing seatbelts and requiring an extender, or reaching the point where you can’t tie your own shoe laces due to all that squishy belly in the way.
if you squint a bit though - and you’re deep enough in denial - you can convince yourself that these aren’t really your fault. you aren’t that fat, not really. the scale was cheap; they probably cut costs and that’s why the limit's so low. seatbelts are designed for skinny people, so even if you are a little pudgy now it’s clearly an oversight in the design. shoes shouldn’t even have laces actually; we’ve come up with better designs at this point. it’s unreasonable of them to assume everyone has the flexibility to reach down like that!
but getting so fat that you can’t pleasure yourself; there’s no way to spin that. you can’t blame a company for that. you can’t blame cost-cutting. you can’t ignore it. it's all on you. you’ve overindulged so excessively - and so relentlessly - that your gut has swollen to a size that evolution itself didn’t anticipate. how could it? in what scenario would a person ever have such an abundant supply of food – and lack of self-control – for this to become a problem?
yet, here you are. stuffed full of thousands of calories of junk once again, you try to reach over your rolls like normal to give yourself the release you crave; but they seem just a little bigger than last time. it’s fine, you planned ahead for this. your toy can reach the last little part of the way. except this time, it doesn’t. you wiggle it helplessly, but it’s not happening.
you shuffle your mass around on the couch, trying to contort yourself to an angle where you can reach with a pudgy fingertip. every movement makes you more breathless, and the sweat is pouring off you. this is the most exercise you’ve done in who knows how long, and it’s all in an attempt to simply get yourself off.
exhausted, you flop back and give in. you feel defeated. humiliated. what the fuck have you done to yourself? a rare moment of clarity. this was never supposed to get this out of hand. you don’t even know how heavy you are, since you couldn’t be bothered buying another replacement scale after the last one caved in on itself. it’s been months since you left the house; even if you wanted to, you're not convinced anybody manufactures clothes that could contain you.
sure, you wanted to get fat. you loved it. the thrill of watching the number on the scale climb, bursting out of clothes, every inch of your body coated in an ever deepening layer of supple flab. but this… this was too much now. you’d ignored all the signs so far, but this one wasn’t going unheeded. your loved ones were embarrassed enough already by what you’d become, but they hadn’t seen you in at least a year. what the hell would they say now? all that potential squandered for a life of obscene gluttony, entirely committed to hedonism.
the thought's cut short by a deep rumble from your belly. you’ve gone half an hour without shovelling calories down your throat, and it wants to know what the hold up is. you hear a car pull into the drive. your partner’s home from work. the front door opens, and within seconds they’re sinking their hands into your mountainous belly and greeting you with a passionate kiss.
they’re obsessed with you, as you are with them. they always dreamed of enabling a whale to live out their fantasies. you’ve been more than happy to do just that. before you have a chance to air your worries, they jump in first to tell you they picked up food on the way home. family-sized orders from each of your favourite fast food places, plus enough snacks to last an average person a month.
well, maybe you could reconsider. they're already used to helping you with things you can't do at your size, after all. maybe you could get a little bigger, just for them.
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