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Empty and morning belly . I need more ? Of course😂😂🥰
Do you really want it? Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
The following weeks were a blur for Peter and Damian. They ate, worked, made love, and ate some more. They were two true lovebirds until the inevitable day came for Peter to board his plane to Dubai. His shirts had grown snug, but he wore them proudly, a silent testament to Ahmed and the journey he was on for him.
When he arrived at the compound, he was greeted by an imposing figure: Vladimir, a towering man in a polo that stretched tightly over his frame, hinting at a similar weight gain regimen. His heavy Eastern European accent broke the silence. “Welcome. Your bags will be taken to your room. Let’s get to work.” Without further ado, they climbed into a golf cart and began weaving through the estate. Peter was struck by the sheer scale of it. It felt vast, opulent—almost overwhelming.
They arrived at a building that was clearly a medical facility, its sleek design at odds with the warmth of the estate. It was beautiful in its aesthetics but unmistakably clinical, leaving Peter slightly uneasy. Vladimir ushered him into an office—a stunningly designed doctor’s room that still managed to give off an air of intimidation. “Undress to your underwear. The doctor will be here shortly,” Vladimir said before stepping out.
Peter complied, sitting awkwardly on the examination bed until the doctor entered. The man almost took Peter’s breath away—it was the same doctor, still strikingly handsome, with an aura of authority bit this time he also sported a belly.
The doctor wasted no time. “Good morning, Peter. I hope your flight was pleasant.” Before Peter could answer, the doctor had moved on. “Let’s check your blood pressure.”
"Normal," the doctor muttered to himself. “Great. Now step on the scale.”
Peter complied, curious yet apprehensive. “Good work, Peter. You’ve reached your goal.”
“Can I know how much?” Peter asked, anticipatory excitement in his voice.
“No,” the doctor replied curtly. “That’s for Ahmed to reveal. I’m just here to inform you of your new goal. You’ll be here for the next four weeks, during which you’ll gain the same amount of weight you’ve just gained in the past month.”
Peter’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Then I must know how much I’ve gained!”
The doctor, unfazed, simply said, “No.” With a quick press of a button, Vladimir reappeared. “Escort Peter to his room,” the doctor instructed.
Peter, frustrated and confused, tried with Vladimir. “Why won’t he let me know my weight?”
Vladimir, ever stoic, replied, “That’s Mr. Ahmed’s decision.”
“Where is Ahmed?” Peter asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
“You’ll see him at dinner,” Vladimir said simply.
Back in the main building, Peter was shown to his room—an opulent space that felt both familiar and extravagant. It was the same room he had stayed in during his first visit. “Lunch is served in the dining hall, and Mr. Richie will join you,” Vladimir announced. “You’ve got two hours to yourself. Would you like me to show you the pool?”
"Yes, please," Peter replied.
"Please use the provided robes when traveling to and from the pool," Vladimir advised. "It prevents slipping on the marble floors and avoids catching a cold from the air conditioning while wet. The dining dress code is smart casual. Beyond that, feel free to wear swimwear at your leisure."
Peter noticed his luggage had already been unpacked and expertly arranged in the walk-in closet. Among his clothing hung a stunning Arabian robe, tailored to perfection. Intrigued, he tried it on, marveling at how luxurious it felt. Vladimir then led him through the estate, pointing out significant areas: the open gym in the first courtyard, a formal middle courtyard, and finally, the third courtyard—a paradise of lush greenery, serene pools, and exquisite lounging spaces.
“Enjoy. What can I bring you?” Vladimir asked.
“A tea, please,” Peter said, still absorbing the beauty around him.
Minutes later, Vladimir returned with a trolley bearing a gleaming silver teapot and an elaborate tower of macarons and pastries. Peter curiously bit into one of the macarons, savoring the flavor. Before he realized it, he was devouring the entire tray, stuffing his mouth greedily. The pastries disappeared within minutes, leaving Peter so full and content that he dozed off on the lounger.
About an hour later, he was awakened by voices. Across the pool stood a striking man with an open robe, his tanned frame muscular but softened by a noticeable belly. The man waved and approached him.
“Hey there, mister,” he greeted warmly. “You’ve been out for at least an hour. I’m Jack, a friend of Ahmed’s. You’re Peter, right?”
Peter nodded, taken aback, and instinctively flexed his belly. Jack chuckled. “Relax, man. We don’t judge here.”
Peter exhaled, feeling more at ease. He noticed his tray had been refilled—an unspoken cue. Jack smiled. “Eat up, big boy. They don’t waste food around here.” With that, he stepped away, heading to the other side of the courtyard.
Shortly after, Vladimir emerged. “Lunch is in thirty minutes,” he informed Peter.
Peter couldn’t resist the temptation to dig into the refreshed tray, managing to indulge in a few more macarons before heading to his room to change. When he arrived at the dining hall, the table was set for two. Moments later, Richie entered, greeting Peter with a hug and a congratulatory pat on his belly.
“Well done!” Richie said, grinning.
“You too, I guess,” Peter replied, noting Richie’s own expanded waistline.
“Yeah, I’m nearly at my goal,” Richie said proudly.
“Lunch is served!” another assistant declared, presenting them with appetizers. They started slow, but each subsequent course pushed their limits. The main course—a perfectly cooked ribeye paired with butter-laden mashed potatoes—demanded persistence. By the time dessert arrived—a massive Matilda chocolate cake—Peter recognized it instantly. It was double the portion he had struggled through weeks ago on the boat.
“Do you think…?” Richie began hesitantly.
Peter smirked. “Yes.”
“Okay, let’s do it!” Richie exclaimed.
They tackled the dessert with determination. It was a challenge, but they finished. Exhausted, they retreated to the pool, where assistants served lemonade and snacks. Though full, they succumbed to the polite but insistent offers.
Dinner finished, and Ahmed finally addressed Peter formally. “Congratulations, Peter.”
Peter, emboldened, asked, “So tell me, by how much?”
Ahmed smiled. “Twelve kilos, exactly.”
Peter smirked with satisfaction.
The blissful routine continued for two weeks, with Peter reveling in constant eating, light exercise in the gym with Richie, and luxurious relaxation by the pool. But one night, an intense bout of heartburn disrupted the paradise. It lingered into the day, worsening as diarrhea set in. Unable to hold anything down, Peter sought help from Vladimir, who brought him to the doctor.
The doctor examined him, noting a fever and elevated heart rate. “It’s likely a flu. Rest for a day or two,” he instructed, sending Peter back to bed with light soup for sustenance, though Peter couldn’t keep even that down.
By nightfall, his fever spiked, and he began hallucinating. He awoke in a sterile hospital-like room, hooked up to monitors with a nasal tube in place. Vladimir entered, gently lifting Peter’s head to give him water. “Your body is exhausted. Rest is what you need,” he said with surprising tenderness.
The next morning, the doctor returned. “Good morning, Peter. Feeling better?”
“Yes, much better,” Peter replied.
“Good. We’ll keep you under observation a little longer before restarting your program,” the doctor explained.
Peter recoiled. “Restart? But I can’t—I want to stop this immediately!”
The doctor’s expression remained neutral. “That’s not up to you or me. That’s Ahmed’s call.”
“Can I see him?” Peter pressed.
“I’ll inform him that you’ve requested a meeting,” the doctor said before leaving. Peter lay back, unease bubbling under the surface.
Doc left, and another giant of a man entered, pushing a trolley. "Breakfast," he grunted, his heavy Eastern European accent unmistakable. The tray held a mass-gainer shake, a bowl of oatmeal with fruit, and a generous serving of scrambled eggs. "I will remove the tube. Hang in there. Take this pill," he instructed, holding a small tablet in front of Peter’s mouth.
Peter blinked at him, confused. "Who are you?"
"My name is Tarek. Now eat." He pressed the pill closer, his stern gaze unwavering. "Don’t make me force it."
Reluctantly, Peter took the pill and washed it down with water. Frustration and anger seethed inside him—he had no appetite. He poked at the scrambled eggs but felt nauseous after a single bite. The oatmeal was slightly better, but after a few spoonfuls, he felt uncomfortably full.
Half an hour later, everything changed. His stomach growled loudly, a visceral hunger taking over. Without thinking, he grabbed the bowl of eggs, devouring it in seconds, followed by the oatmeal. He downed the thick shake, gulp after gulp, until the tray was spotless. Bewildered, Peter realized—the pill must have been an appetite stimulant.
However, his newfound hunger made him restless. Desperate for answers, he got out of bed, dragging the monitor—still attached to him—across the room. Luckily, the monitor had wheels, allowing him to wander. He quickly discovered he was on the second floor, overlooking a sleek, modern courtyard.
In the corridor, he noticed a partially open door. Quietly, he pushed it further and stepped inside. His gaze instantly landed on two feet stretched out in a bed, followed by the unmistakable figure of Tarek standing nearby. Tarek noticed him, his expression darkening as he strode toward Peter.
"You are not allowed here," Tarek growled, firmly gripping Peter’s shoulders and steering him back to his room. There was no room for argument; Tarek’s strength was overwhelming. Once back in the confines of his room, Peter slumped with frustration, his mind racing. He wanted answers, but his phone was nowhere to be found.
Stepping into the hall, Peter shouted for Tarek, who soon appeared, visibly irritated. "No phones here," Tarek barked.
"But I’m bored!" Peter protested.
"Watch TV," Tarek replied. "I’ll bring snacks."
Minutes later, Tarek returned, pushing a massive trolley piled high with treats—chips, candy, macarons, and more. Peter eyed the array suspiciously, deciding to skip the suspiciously appetizing macarons. Instead, he reached for a few Reese’s and started Netflix. Despite the distraction, unease bubbled in his chest—Who was the man in the other room? Why wasn’t he allowed a phone? And why were they so intent on making him eat?
Hours passed. Tarek returned, this time with a burger, fries, and an enormous milkshake. "The perfect Netflix lunch," he declared with a smile. "Oh, you barely touched the snacks!"
"My body’s rejecting it," Peter muttered.
"No worries." For a moment, Peter felt relieved—until Tarek produced another pill.
"Eat this," Tarek demanded.
Peter refused, shaking his head warily. Tarek’s expression turned stony. With shocking force, he shoved Peter back onto the bed, trying to force the pill into his mouth. Peter struggled, but it was like fighting a brick wall. "I want to see Ahmed!" Peter shouted, his desperation echoing in the room.
Tarek paused. "First, lunch," he said coldly.
Realizing he had no choice, Peter promised to eat. He took a few reluctant bites of the burger, nausea threatening to overwhelm him, and stopped. When Tarek returned and saw the half-eaten meal, he didn’t argue. Instead, he silently grabbed a syringe, injecting something into Peter's shoulder. Peter could only gasp before slipping into unconsciousness.
When he awoke, it was dark. A feeding tube had been reinserted into his nose. He groaned, falling back into a fitful sleep.
By morning, he found himself strapped to the bed, leather restraints biting into his wrists. Panicking, he screamed for help. Tarek entered, calm and implacable as ever. "No one is here. Just me." He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble. "Are you ready to eat?"
"Call Ahmed!" Peter shouted, voice cracking with fear.
Tarek ignored him. "Are you ready?" he repeated. When Peter refused, Tarek connected a glass bottle filled with liquid nutrition to the feeding tube. Once again, Peter’s world faded into black.
When he woke, he was free of restraints. Knowing better than to stay put, he ventured into the hallway once more. Returning to the room he had explored earlier, he peeked inside and froze. Jack, Ahmed’s friend, was bound to the bed, a feeding tube pumping food into him. His stomach was grotesquely bloated, like a balloon about to burst. Horrified, Peter slipped away as voices approached, hurrying back to his own room.
Moments later, Tarek appeared. "Follow me," he said.
Peter was ushered into a sleek office where Doc and Vladimir awaited him. "Step on the scale," Doc instructed. Reluctantly, Peter obeyed.
"Very good," Doc murmured, satisfaction in his tone. "Vladimir, take him to Ahmed, he has reached his goal.”
Reached his goal? Peter got confused, looked at his belly and saw that it grew increasingly.
Led into a wing Peter hadn’t seen before, he felt a strange tension in the air. When he entered Ahmed’s office, the man greeted him warmly. "Peter!" he exclaimed. "I’m so happy to see you. I was worried!"
Peter frowned. "Worried?" He gestured at his now-bulging stomach. "What the hell is this? I didn’t agree to this!" I was sick!
Ahmed’s expression turned serious. "You made a commitment, and we made sure you reached your goal. Truthfully, I wanted to give you time to rest and restart—but the decision wasn’t mine to make."
"Whose decision was it?"
Ahmed hesitated. "Michael’s."
Peter’s stomach dropped. "Michael?" He whispered the name like it burned his tongue.
Ahmed nodded. "Your car will arrive in a few hours. You deserved your rest now.
Rest? How could he rest? His mind spun with rage and disbelief—and an idea began to form. If Michael had orchestrated this, Peter would need a plan of his own.
Back in NYC, Peter was at the gym with Richie, both focused on reaching their personal goals. Peter’s strength was fully back, but he still had some lingering belly fat to lose. Richie’s belly was like a balloon now.
While spotting him on a bench press, Richie said, “Hey man, I know about your plan with Michael, but what if we also work on getting your numbers up? Are they paying you again for this?”
Peter shrugged. “I don’t know… probably. But i’m gonna lose the weight and I’m not getting fat again. That’s non-negotiable.”
Richie chuckled. “Don’t worry, man. I’m not saying that. But I seriously think you’ve got the potential to pack on some serious muscle. With the right supplements, you could grow into a beast. What do you think?”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “If you’re suggesting steroids, I’m not interested.”
“No, no,” Richie said quickly. “I’m not talking about that. I’ve got access to some new peptides. They show amazing results. I’m planning to use them myself, especially because this gut of mine is getting way out of hand. If I don’t fix it now, I’m afraid it’ll never go away. Plus, I need to get my numbers up too—or my investment’s going nowhere. So, what do you think?”
Peter hesitated but finally said, “Alright… let’s give it a shot.”
The following morning, they both took their first injection. Workouts became instantly more intense—they felt stronger, more energetic, and better overall. Later that day, Peter stood in front of a mirror and, for the first time in months, noticed his shape returning. His shirt even buttoned up without straining. Progress, at last.
When Peter went to the weight room to record his numbers and send them to Ahmed, he unexpectedly ran into Michael. It was their first time crossing paths since the breakup. Michael’s face betrayed a subtle blush as he offered an aloof, “Hi.”
Peter locked eyes with him and coolly replied, “Hi,” before stepping on the scale.
Later that morning, Peter received an email from Ahmed: *“Are you gaining weight again?”*
Peter replied, *“Yes. Just temporarily.”*
Ahmed responded, *“Great.”*
Not long after, Michael sent Peter a surprising text: *“You look good, mister.”*
Peter read it but didn’t reply.
With Damian overseas, Peter had settled back into his old routine. Two months in, and after one month of using peptides, his body had undergone a transformation. Pumped, ripped, and lean, his belly fat had nearly vanished. Richie, on the other hand, had bulked up significantly, but there was little evidence that his infamous gut had shrunk. On the contrary.
That day, as Peter weighed himself in the corner of the gym, Michael walked in again. Peter noticed the spark in Michael’s eyes as he looked him over—up and down. Taking the opportunity, Peter casually asked, “How are you?”
“I’m good,” Michael replied. “And you?”
“It’s nice to see you around more often,” Peter said, testing the waters.
“Likewise,” Michael stammered, cheeks slightly pink.
Just as Peter hoped, Michael later texted him: *“You’ve been looking really great lately. How’s life?”*
Peter responded: *“Good! I’ve been focusing on other clients, giving me more time to focus on myself as well. And you?”*
*“Good too,”* Michael replied. *“I just got back from Europe, so now I’m focused on establishing my life here again.”*
After that exchange, things went quiet—for days. Then, on weigh-in day, they crossed paths again. Peter was on the scale, his physique more impressive than ever, when Michael entered. Peter greeted him confidently, “Hi, Michael. Nice to see you again.”
Right afterward, Michael texted: *“I’d like to see you again—outside the office.”*
Peter hesitated but replied, *“I need to think about this.”*
The next day, flowers arrived at Peter’s place, along with a text: *“I’m sorry for how I ended things between us. Can I take you out to dinner?”*
Peter responded: *“Taking me out won’t undo the heartbreak, but… it’s a start.”*
Michael replied, *“You’re right. I’ll do better. How about dinner at Emilio’s?”*
Peter agreed: *“Sure.”*
As the evening approached, Peter pondered what to wear—he wanted to make an impression, to drive Michael absolutely wild. He chose one of his sharpest tailored shirts, some well-fitted chinos, and the cologne Michael always loved. The peptides and workouts had paid off—his shirt clung to his sculpted chest, and his pants perfectly framed his newly-defined physique. He left the top three buttons of his shirt undone and smirked at his reflection. He was ready.
When Peter arrived at Emilio’s, Michael’s eyes sparkled as they roamed over him. “You look incredible,” Michael admitted. “I’m so happy to see you again. I hope we can start fresh.”
Peter raised a hand. “Let’s not rush into things,” he warned. “I’ve built a life now—a *good* life. Back then, you were controlling, and when you tossed me aside, it took a long time to recover. I’m not sure how I’ll protect myself if that happens again.”
Michael looked genuinely remorseful. “You’re right,” he said. “I’ll prove that I can do better.”
Peter gave a small smile. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? You were—are—the love of my life. But let’s take this slow.”
They ordered dinner, with Peter deliberately taking charge. “Let’s share the oysters and foie gras,” he suggested. “Then pasta and an entrecôte to split.” He even managed to convince Michael to eat most of the meal, including dessert. By the end of the night, Michael was slightly tipsy, giving Peter the upper hand.
Peter called a ride and sent him home in an Uber, victorious.
The next morning, Peter followed his regular routine, feeling quite satisfied with how things were progressing. He shared a laugh about it with Richie. Michael was noticeably absent from the office that day, prompting Peter to text him:
**Peter:** *Hangover?*
**Michael:** *Haha, yes.*
**Peter:** *Hungry?*
**Michael:** *Very much so.*
**Peter:** *Say no more.*
Thirty minutes later:
**Michael:** *Damn, Peter! That’s a ridiculous amount of food.*
**Peter:** *Let’s get rid of that hangover. I need you fit for tonight.*
**Michael:** *Tonight? I can’t, I’ve got a dinner.*
**Peter:** *I bet you can make it a quick aperitif meeting at 5 pm—then I’ve got you for dinner.*
**Michael:** *Damn, okay… let me see.*
**Michael:** *Alright, 8:30 pm at my place.*
**Peter:** *Perfect.*
Peter went for a 15 km jog before taking a quick shower and grabbing Thai food on his way. To round out the meal, he purchased a bottle of Coca-Cola, Coke Zero, and two slices of peanut butter cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. Before heading into Michael’s building, he swapped out the Coke Zero with regular Coca-Cola, then made his way inside.
When Michael opened the door, his eyes widened. "Wow, Peter! That’s way too much food!"
Peter chuckled. “No worries. Any leftovers can be tomorrow's lunch.”
What Michael didn't know was that Peter had secretly crushed a quarter of an appetite enhancer and mixed it into the Coke. As they sat down, Peter poured himself and Michael a glass—but refrained from drinking his.
It didn’t take long for Michael to devour the food, finishing it within minutes. Peter wasted no time and leaned in, starting to pleasure him. Michael climaxed almost instantly.
Still catching his breath, Michael asked, "Is there dessert?"
Peter smirked, pulling out the cheesecake. “Your favorite.”
They shared the cheesecake—or rather, Michael ate both pieces while Peter pretended to be too full after a bite. The evening ended in bed, where, between kisses, Michael admitted, “I’m so glad to have you back. And I love how incredible you look lately—your new physique is amazing.”
The next morning, Peter was up early and hit the office gym as usual, training alongside Richie. On his way back to the office, he bought a box of donuts and left them on Michael’s desk with a handwritten card. When he swung by later, Michael was already two donuts deep.
“Do I see you tonight?” Peter asked casually.
“Yeah!” Michael mumbled through a mouthful of donut.
From then on, Peter made it his goal to subtly add something unhealthy to Michael’s diet each day. This wasn’t easy, considering Michael’s strict calorie counting for the past year.
By the third week, Peter noticed a shift. That morning, he timed his visit to the weighing room to coincide with Michael’s routine. While pretending to organize some gym equipment, he overheard Michael grumbling to himself: “Damn it! These 2 kilos won’t budge anymore.”
When Michael emerged, Peter acted like nothing had happened. “See you tonight?” he asked nonchalantly.
Michael sighed. “Yeah, sure. But let’s just grab a salad, okay?”
Peter nodded. “Of course.”
Rather than risk suspicion, Peter brought salad as promised—but ensured the dressing contained a crushed appetite enhancer. As expected, Michael inhaled the meal, then grew restless, asking for dessert. Peter handed him a “protein shake,” secretly enriched with cream.
Minutes later, the restlessness persisted. “I need something to eat. Is there anything in the house?” Michael asked.
Peter shrugged. “Not really. What do you want?”
“I don’t know… Pretzels or M&M’s, maybe.” Michael frowned.
“I can run to the deli if you want.”
“Yeah, do that, please!”
Peter returned with family-size bags of chocolate-covered pretzels, M&M’s, and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Michael’s eyes lit up. He dove into the snacks like a man possessed—half the M&M's bag was gone before Peter even managed to scoop some ice cream into bowls.
It was a sight to behold. Michael was in a frenzy, alternating between ice cream, pretzels, and M&M’s, consuming everything so fast it was almost surreal. When he finally slowed down, Peter leaned in to kiss him, and the two ended up in bed.
Over time, Peter's plan began showing results. Michael was gaining weight. First, his tailored shirts became snug, followed by buttons struggling under pressure when he sat down. Eventually, he abandoned some of his pants altogether, unable to button them. Yet, Michael remained blissfully unaware of Peter’s schemes.
Peter, meanwhile, was transforming into a muscle-bound powerhouse. Michael adored it, showering Peter with compliments and expensive gifts.
Richie was spending less time at the office gym, preoccupied with the nearing completion of his own gym construction. By then, Peter had developed enough expertise to train on his own.
One day, after an intense workout, Peter and Richie headed to the showers. When Richie stepped out, Peter froze in surprise.
“Damn, bro—you’re huge,” Peter murmured, staring at Richie’s bloated belly and massively pumped physique. Richie looked like a blown-up bodybuilder.
Richie gave a knowing smile. “Yeah, it’s wild. I won’t lie—being this big has its challenges. I need an oxygen machine at night, and I haven’t seen my dick in ages. But hey, it pays off big.”
Peter smirked, flexing in the mirror. The sight aroused him.
“Man, you’re making excellent progress too,” Richie said, nodding approvingly.
Peter grinned. “Michael loves it. No way I’m stopping now—let’s see how far we can take this.”
Richie chuckled. “I’m with you, man.”
As Peter's deadline approached, he received an email from Ahmed:
**Subject:** Incredible Work
*Hey Peter,*
*You’ve been doing an amazing job and have exceeded all our expectations. The progress you’ve made with Michael is something we haven’t been able to achieve in years. We want to reward your hard work with a larger bonus than what was initially agreed upon. On top of that, we’ll be recommending you for a promotion to the board. In our eyes, you’re ready to take the next step.*
*Also, I’d like to invite you to spend the summer at my my Saint Tropez house—no strings attached.*
*Best regards,*
*Ahmed*
Peter responded promptly:
**Subject:** Thank You
*Dear Ahmed,*
*Thank you so much for your generous offers. I’m thrilled by the news of the bonus and the potential promotion. I also gladly accept your kind invitation and would love to visit the house sometime soon. You’ll hear back from me shortly to coordinate.*
*Best regards,*
*Peter*
Not long after, Peter received another email, this time from Patrick Preston:
**Subject:** Follow-Up Discussion
*Dear Peter,*
*We’ve received an email from our UAE client regarding your work. I’d like to invite you for a lunch meeting as soon as possible to further discuss their request. Please let me know your availability.*
*Best regards,*
*Patrick Preston*
Peter quickly replied:
**Subject:** Meeting Availability
*Dear Patrick,*
*Thank you for your email. I kindly propose tomorrow for the meeting.*
*Best regards,*
*Peter*
Ten minutes later, Peter received a response from Patrick’s secretary.
*Subject: Lunch Meeting Confirmation*
*Dear Peter,*
*Mr. Preston expects you tomorrow at The Bistro for your lunch meeting.*
Just as Peter finished reading the confirmation, Michael burst into his office with a curious expression.
"Peter, what did you *do* to get such a glowing endorsement from Ahmed?"
Peter leaned back in his chair with a slight grin. "I’ve just been hitting my targets," he replied matter-of-factly.
Michael raised an eyebrow. "Well, clearly you’ve done much more than that. They’re demanding a promotion for you, Peter. We’ve *never* had a request like this before. Patrick will fill you in tomorrow, but trust me—it’s huge."
With that, Michael added with a smirk, "Oh, by the way, I just got back from the tailor. I’ve gone up three sizes! Dating you is officially fattening!"
Peter stood up from his desk, walked over to Michael, and gently wrapped his arms around him, resting his hands on Michael’s growing belly. He kissed him softly and said, "You’ve never looked better."
The next day, Peter felt a mix of excitement and nerves as he arrived at The Bistro for his lunch with Patrick. When he entered, Patrick was already seated and greeted him warmly.
"Peter," Patrick began, "the company is absolutely amazed by what you’ve accomplished."
He paused briefly before continuing, "Ahmed has granted us an extraordinary investment, but there’s one condition: *you* must lead his medical investment branch in the UAE. It’s a huge promotion, Peter. You’ll be managing a team, overseeing multiple Designated Individual Projects (DIPs), and working at a completely different level."
Patrick leaned back in his seat, watching Peter's reaction. "This opportunity involves relocation, but we’re fully supportive of the move. Plus, if for any reason you want to return within two years, we’ll rehire you with the same benefits and seniority."
Over the next hour, they discussed the details of the opportunity over a hearty meal. By the end of it, Patrick, who had indulged perhaps a bit too much, reclined slightly in his chair and patted his now full stomach.
"So, Peter," he asked, grinning, "What do you think?"
Peter didn’t hesitate. He smiled confidently and replied, "When’s my flight?"
A little preview of some upcoming videos we have coming out soon. All the recent encouragement we’ve been getting has made us greedier and hungrier for even more
Two bros chasing the gains one bite at a time
Tried sucking in to prove to you all I still have abs
If this was in person, you would be below looking up at my belly saying “ok bro, I know you are trying to look leaner, it’s not working, let it all out….. more… MORE! There you go that’s the fat blubber I remember! Now open up! Time to add some more!”
How does your belly look standing?
Do you have any tips for gaining weight fast, I need to reach 100kg this summer but im stuck at 80kg 😞
Gainer shake are the only secret for me.
I made my shake with:
200ml of milk
200ml of heavy cream
200gr of condensed milk
2 tablespoons of nutella
4 tablespoons of sugars
Hope it help you reach your goal man
Some pinned resources for finding more extensive archives from some of my favorite authors Favorite Authors: Ventrego Elf Visceral Stories The Portly Gentleman You're Fattening Up Now Likeembig The Gaining Desk Danger Cocktail McBaer Boeckman
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Hello from Charlie Gyrth!
A Brief Introduction (and Links!)
Hello, Tumblr! My name’s Charlie. I’ve been writing (and reading) gainer fiction for years, and I finally have the confidence to start posting. My goal is to publish one story or chapter every day for the rest of 2025.
Here’s what I have so far:
Long Stories:
Fat Passengers - 3 parts Nightly Feedings - 4 parts (ebook) A Milkshake a Day - 4 parts (ebook) My Former Best Friend - 5 parts (ebook) Go with the Flow - 9 parts (ebook) Fatter for the Wedding - 12 parts (ebook) Alex Gets Soft - 22 parts (ebook)
Short Stories:
Hey, Chubs! (2 parts) Chicken Shack Fatties Fattening the Actor Fat Felix Tries Ozempic Unrecognizably Fat Fat Farm Boys Improving Myself Final Destination: Obesity Three Roommates Scooter Hangry Search History Back from the Oil Rig Good Memories Tiny Tim and Small Sam You Ruin Your Perfect Body Metabolism Blockers Sliding Doors, Changing Waistlines I Really Want You to Like Me Liam's Sweet Tooth Are You Happy? My Best Friend Comes Back The Writer's Retreat Halloween Before and After Marriage Body Mark Wears the Pants Two Fat Guys on a Blind Date Giving In (2 parts) Fat Camp Reunion (2 parts) The Lottery Winner (2 parts) I'm Too Fat for My In-Laws (2 parts) Speedos (2 parts) Fat Blind Date (2 parts) The Hottest Guy in Town (2 parts)
And here’s a bit about me:
Nate
Nate Sherron weight gain transformation ( Top four pics mid/late 20's Bottom six pics early thirties)
Je doit racheter des vêtements ?🤣👍😈
Hey i know you used to have gainer shake recipe's on here but i cant seem to find them lol
I don't know why, but the recipe listing doesn't seem to show up on the app. It's right there at the top when you access it through a web browser.
At any rate, here is the gainer shake recipe list: http://fatboydiet.tumblr.com/gainershakes
Good luck with the gains!
From Chubby to Huge
Thank you to @erotiqeme for the inspiration for this story :)
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CW: forced weight gain, trickery, mention of drugs
You gulped nervously. You were staring at your feeder's list of rules, gawping at your signature at the bottom. You didn't remember signing this.
You were never thin. At around 200 lbs, you would be considered overweight, but with your tall stature, that weight was somewhat evenly distributed. You never felt fat per se. Maybe thick. You've lived in your body and you never had issues with mobility, or getting out of breath.
You met your feeder online, and by some miracle it turned out they lived close to you. It felt like a match made in heaven. And then one day, you had a relaxing night with some heavier substances; you hazily remembered talking about fast and serious weight gain... but you didn't remember signing the rules.
You read through them again.
Five meals per day, no exceptions. Every meal has to be 1000 calories (for a start).
Mandatory 3 snacks per day in between meals.
You have to track how many steps per day you take. You shouldn't go above 200. If you do, you'll eat an additional snack for every 100 steps taken.
You will eat your last meal just before bed.
Every drink has to have calories in it.
No stairs whatsoever.
No other physical activity whatsoever.
Weekly weigh-in mandatory.
If any rule is broken, there will be punishment. Depending on the severity of the offense, it will be either an additional meal or a funnel feeding.
You gulped again. You were starting to realize you were fucked.
Week 1
You sat on the sofa, panting. Your stomach felt painfully tight. It's been 3 days, and you felt constantly full and bloated. You were lethargic. You tried resisting to some of the feedings, but it only earned you being tied to a chair and force-fed an additional dessert.
And then at the end of the week, you were weighed, and it turned out you gained 5 pounds. In one week.
You whimpered.
Month 6
"Huff..."
You rocked yourself to a standing position. It took you two tries. Your belly drooped low over your waistband and you honestly thought about going right back to bed. You felt so heavy. You had just crossed 400 pounds. With the lack of physical exercise and the gruelling regimen of meals (they long ago increased from their initial size), you were pathetically unfit.
"Where are you, fatty?" your feeder's voice came from the kitchen. "Breakfast's waiting!"
"I - huff - coming!" you wheezed and begun the painful process of waddling out of your bedroom. You positioned your legs far apart, but the insides of your thighs still touched.
You never realized just how gruelling it would be to get so fat so quickly. Having been used to a bit of extra weight, you underestimated the power of your newfound flabby, double-rolled belly; your sack-of-flour upper arms; your thunder thighs; the fat surrounding your neck; your jiggling, flabby cheeks.
When you finally made it to the kitchen, you were panting and sweaty. Your feeder gave you a mischievous smile.
"Someone's gotten out of shape."
"Huff - you - feed me - huff - so well." You flopped on the reinforced kitchen chair and eyed a mountain of pancakes greedily. "Should - hh - eat breakfast in - huff - bed."
"Now now, are you saying you want to move even less?"
You blushed. Your limit these days was 100 steps per day, and you often didn't even get close to that. Stairs were a memory to you; you struggled to see the number when you stepped on the scale; and you couldn't tie your shoes at all. Every time you looked in the mirror, you saw someone less and less recognizable.
And you knew: you weren't going to get any thinner. Your mobile, unimpeded life was in the past. You were a full-fledged fatty who could barely move around.
And you were slowly getting used to it.
Personalized Training
Colby and his client, Ty, looked down at the numbers on the scale Ty was standing on. Three hundred fifty pounds. In just three months, Ty had gained one hundred fifty pounds in muscle and chub, taking his build from muscled dad bod to overgrown lineman. He never thought he would get this big but his personal trainer Colby knew he’d turn out like this all along, after all he enabled it. It was instinct to him to give guys what they wanted. Colby charged premium rates but promised 100% satisfaction, from turning obese guys into body builders and out of shape frat guys into toned jocks. His favorite guys to coach are those who want to bulk up and gain weight, it was fun to watch his clients plump up at his direction. Usually guys wanted to put on more muscle than fat, but Colby always convinced them to swing the other way. When Ty walked into the door, he could tell the guy wanted to get huge. It’s in the way they walk into rooms, leading with their gut and moving their arms in stride. The biggest tell is a belly scratch, guys who weren’t afraid to show some gut and knew they had it always turned out the largest.
The day of the Colby met Ty, his potential client wore an ill-fitting shirt that left his treasure trail exposed. It was clear he needed to wear at least a large but Ty didn’t seem to care as he walked in with confidence. Colby saw him scratch his gut twice before he even asked a question; it was clear to him where this was headed. The two discussed for a while until Colby knew what he needed and walked him out while talking about the next session at a gym nearby. From the interview, Colby could tell Ty would be an interesting client. He had played baseball in college but fell out of it during senior year, putting on weight ever since. He said he was fine with the weight and didn’t mind it, thought people couldn’t notice. Ty mostly wanted to make his arms and chest larger but knew he needed to train his legs as well, dislike most cardio as well. When it came to his eating habits, Colby knew he could grow Ty to be massive when he heard about the pizza and fast food the guy was eating. It seemed like Ty was just one push in the right direction to becoming one his largest clients ever.
The first session, Colby just wanted to gauge where Ty was at with his fitness. As expected he was still fairly strong but had lost some of the proper form and technique. Ty also had less stamina, having to take longer breaks later in the session than usual for guys his age. However, Colby noted his client followed instructions to the letter and seemed rather self-disciplined. At the end of the session Ty told Colby he mostly was looking for a workout diet plan and could be interested in a few in person sessions but couldn’t afford more. From what the trainer had seen, he figured it would still be worthwhile. Once Ty was gone, Colby wrote out a proposed three month plan. He had a detailed workout plan ready but also a food schedule. Each morning, Ty was to have six eggs and a protein shake Colby would supply. He would then go to the gym and do his first workout before work. During work he needed to eat at least 1500 calories in snacks and lunch. When he got home, he would have another protein shake and head to the gym again for his second workout then come home to eat at least 1500 calories for dinner and never to skip dessert. In total, that should be about 5500 calories. On weekends he was expected to double meal sizes and do two times as long workouts. In addition, the pair would meet every two weeks for a total of six in person sessions so Colby could be sure to tweak the workout or diet plans.
Two weeks later, Ty returned for his second session with Colby. The shirt he was wearing now barely covered his belly button and his meaty pecs had begun to push out of it. He looked much stronger, his whole body filled out and his stomach beefy enough to support his gains. At the weights he was breaking every number from before. But it was only about 14 pounds. Colby knew guys with potential always start off slow, though. He did figure it might be time to up his calorie surplus, that would hurry good results along. Colby edited the meal plan to now have include a shake during lunch and two dinners every day, one close to bed to help pack on the pounds overnight. That would put him at 7800 calories a day. Ty kept to the schedule, working out and eating big each day. He claimed the shakes were delicious and could feel them making him bigger every time he had one; they especially made him hungrier from the appetite enhancer Colby added. By the third session Ty was up to 240 pounds, forty pounds heavier in 4 weeks. Ty had completely outgrown his wardrobe and had bought new clothes, but they were starting to become snug as well. His arms and chest had exploded with muscle and his thighs were looking strong but Ty had kept his distinctly pudgy look even with the muscle. His belly and butt had gotten the chunkiest. Every time Colby saw the guy his shirt didn’t cover his whole gut and his ass cheeks threatened to explode out of his shorts. Colby was happy with the progress, but when Ty asked how to grow even faster, Colby knew it was time to step up the progress. He asked Ty to double up on shakes and up his meal calories to 2000. That put him around 11,700 calories a day. In addition he was to workout three times a day and almost all day on weekends.
By the fourth session, Ty had ballooned outwards putting his weight at 280 after gaining 40 pounds in two weeks. This session, Colby saw the most amount change to Ty as he had filled out completely. He no longer had and definition to his muscle, it was all covered by a layer of chub but he looked strong. He had the beginnings to a power lifter build with a much bigger belly from all the food he was eating. To match his upper body, Ty’s midsection and ass had grown soft and round. His ball gut was only half covered by his XL shirt and his shorts had split down the middle during a squat. To Colby’s surprise, he was wearing a jock strap and the two mountains fat which spread apart revealed his pink hole made his dick perk right up. Ty continued to workout as if he hadn’t noticed, leaving his trainer in a hot mess. But Colby knew Ty wasn’t ready yet. At the end of the session Colby provided a new case of shakes, double the calories of the last ones. He instructed Ty to drink these instead and to now eat two lunches. 19,500 calories a day was a tall order but Colby knew his client would be up to the task. At this point Ty was either eating, working out, or sleeping. His voracious appetite had him snacking and munching constantly during work and after his long nightly workouts he sat on the couch and feasted all night.
By the fifth session, he had become completely unrecognizable. Now at 355 pounds, Ty had gained 75 pounds in two weeks alone. It was clear most of the weight was fat as Ty had now gone past power lifter and into muscle chub territory. The XXL shirt he had on barely covered a third of his gut and this new pair of shorts was ripped already. His gut had veered away from a hard ball gut and had gained a large overhang. His fat pad was obvious through his shorts and his thighs pushed together. His arms were the only noticeably strong part of his body as his muscular pecs were hidden under two mounds of dough. Between each set Ty ate a snack, Colby even feeding him a power bar or two while he was lifting. The whole session made the two incredibly horny, Ty getting off to his ever expanding body and the attention from Colby and Colby barely able to control himself around the client he had worked so hard to make huge. Before their last session, Colby decided to push Ty to the limit. He now wanted him to have three shakes at a time and eat at least 20,000 calories of food a day. 34,400 calories in a day meant Ty would barely have time to workout and Colby knew that. He even instructed Ty to take the two weeks off from work so he could focus on growing.
When Ty waddled in for their last session, it was clear the man had done nothing but gorge himself on food the last two weeks. The XXL shirt from two weeks go now was only able to cover his huge moobs and did a poor job at that. His thighs and ass exploded out of his shorts that were struggling to stay together. Only coming up two thirds of the way on his cheeks, his ass crack was visible for everyone to see and Colby noticed he must’ve no longer had underwear that fit. Colby doubted his client would’ve been able to get around so well if it wasn’t for all the strength training he had done. His belly was now the most dominant part of his body, dwarfing even his huge arms and chest. Expansive and soft, its overhang covered most of Ty’s crotch. Standing on the scale, the numbers read 500 pounds. The trainers cock hardened almost immediately, it was clear Ty was ready. The sixth session would be the best yet, something to celebrate the 300 pounds Ty had gained over twelve weeks. In the normal gym room was a bench press set up surrounded by tables of food. Colby lead Ty past the banquet in the room and sat him in on the bench. Colby rolled the first table over and began to feed Ty slowly, who indulged in Colby’s offering. From cakes to cheese steaks, all the food was special ordered to be as fattening as possible and Colby was going to put it to good use.
For the next 5 hours Colby fed Ty who never gave up pace. Once the last table was finished, Colby climbed off Ty’s enormous belly and assessed the damage. He had moved his obese client off the bench to make things easier, not that Ty even noticed he was too involved with the food constantly shoved in his mouth. The scale he had installed registered 550 pounds, meaning the beast had devoured 10 pounds of food an hour. Since Colby had started with Ty, the man had gained an average of 30 pounds a week but more importantly had completely destroyed his metabolism and gained one of the largest appetites Colby had ever seen. Over the course of their feeding, all of Ty’s clothes had been blown off his body by his inflated stomach leaving every roll of fat exposed to Colby’s eye. Ty moaned in the pleasure of his full stomach and then expressed his thanks to Colby. When his trainer asked for one last thing, Ty couldn’t help but say yes. Colby turned Ty onto his stomach giving him a perfect view of his chubby, expansive ass. Taking his dick out, he lubed up his client’s hole and began to pound the blubbery man. Each push into Ty’s tight ass felt heavenly and the sound of his body slapping into the two globes of fat pushed Colby closer to the edge. Seeing the state of the man in front of him and knowing he led Ty there on purpose was the hottest part of the experience. He knew this would only be the beginning for Ty.