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"Don't listen to me moaning and complaining! I want it this way."
Living legend
Nick went from hitting the gym to hitting up his local McDonalds daily.
A Coach thinks his star baseball player would be better as the new Captain of the college's Bodybuilding Team
If extreme fattening was a sport? Youād be the fucking world champion. The ex-jock who swapped the field for the buffet table and somehow got *more* dedicated. Every binge is a training session, every stretch mark is a medal, every new roll is another trophy.
You used to be built like a machine ā now youāre built like a goddamn hog. That gutās your glory now, hanging heavy and swinging with every step, pushing your shirts so tight they look ready to explode. Your old gym gear? Forget it. Hoodies choke on your belly, shorts ride so far down they can barely cling on, and your warm-ups have officially tapped out.
And you donāt just āplayā this sport ā you dominate it. You eat until youāre red-faced and sweaty, until the seams on your clothes are begging for mercy, until anyone watching is wondering how the fuck you can still keep going. While everyone else is slowing down, youāre piling on more ā bigger portions, heavier plates, fatter numbers on the scale.
Youāre the MVP ā Most Voluminous Player ā and youāre just getting started. So keep stuffing your fucking face, keep getting softer, keep making that belly heavier. This is your sport now, and youāre built to win.
Gotta keep training! Gotta keep chugging hard! š· š„µ already struggling so much but champion hogs need more!! Oink oink š½ hog belly canāt be fat enough
āJohnny Cakeā #1 (2025ā2026)
The athlete survived the hospital. The appetite survived too. His football scars remained as proof of the athlete he once was. The backside that earned him the nickname āJohnny Cakeā somehow remained just as famous. One year later, the lean physique was gone, but the bakery was still open for business. Everything between those old football scars and that legendary butt grew far beyond expectations.
I now pronounce youā¦
Dayās end.
I'm gaining weight too fast to keep up with my own planned posts! but here's how I've been over the eons.
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My frequent and multiple pregnancies started bringing in a lot of money. A whole lot of money.
The guys at the banks made less in a year than a couple of my pregnancies brought in. And I got pregnant several times a year.
So one day, Matt and I (weāre still not dating, but we fuck sometimes) decided to go on vacation to Hawaii. I knew my belly wouldnāt get any rest when Matt told me right after we went through security to shove a hose with a bulb into my ass. As soon as the plane took off, he pulled out the bulb syringe and suggested we āexperiment during the flight.ā
I knew Matt couldnāt be trusted in this regard. He always loved pumping me up to the limit. Fuck, why did I give in to that idiot?
Matt immediately started pumping as if his life depended on it. My stomach began to swell rapidly, rounding out under my T-shirt.
But Matt just kept going and going. He really loves it when the T-shirt slowly slides down my stomach, unable to withstand the pressure from inside. In half an hour, Matt had inflated me so much that I already looked full-term pregnant.
But damn it, that wasnāt enough for that idiot! For the next half hour, I sat there meekly while that moron kept pumping me up like an inflatable ball. I tried to look out the window and not even pay attention to my stomach. After a while, the pressure inside became so intense that I couldnāt ignore it anymore. I looked down. Matt was stroking my huge stomach. My T-shirt had slipped all the way down to my chest, and my stomach was just massive.
Damn, damn, damn, I knew it! He did it on purpose so I couldnāt hide my belly. He wanted people to see me like that. And of course, just then the flight attendant came to tell us to fasten our seatbelts because the plane was about to land! The poor guy was in shock at what he saw. Matt made up some excuse, but we were just lucky that the plane was already descending and no one started making a fuss.
The plane landed. I could barely get out of my seat and off the plane. Matt wouldāve been thrilled if Iād gotten stuck in the aisle. Those were the most humiliating few hours of my life. Everyone was staring at me, making faces, pointing at my stomach...
It wasnāt until we arrived at the hotel that I calmed down a bit. My back ached, and the skin on my stomach throbbed from the sudden strain. Matt checked us into a room.
As soon as we got to the room, I immediately flopped onto the bed, unable to stand up. Matt, meanwhile, got undressed. I knew heād wanted to fuck me the whole flight, and no matter how tired I was, I had to get fucked right after we landed. Still, I wasnāt complaining. Mattās cock always worked on me like a magic wand. It was as if I could take more and more.
Anyway, 40 minutes later we were already sitting on the beach. I was rubbing Mattās cum all over my stomach, carefully pretending it was sunscreen and not my friendās cum.
Even though Matt had just cum hard, I could tell from his eyes and the way he was stroking my stomach that he wanted more.
We went to the beach bar for a cocktail. The bartender handed me a mojito: āOn the house,ā as he put it. He didnāt ask me a single question about my belly. Matt saw a twinkle in his eye: āYou mean no questions about why he has a belly like that?ā āNone. I wouldnāt mind making it even bigger,ā the bartender smiled. Damn, heās so hot.
Matt and the bartender took me to the room. The night was supposed to continue at our place. And that means Iām going to get fucked properly tonight. Two hot guys, one spacious bottom. The guys fucked me so hard that not only my ass but also my throat still hurts. The bartender had a very big dick and he really loves blowjobs.
Anyway, I didnāt expect my vacation to start off so intensely. What will happen next?ā¦
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