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Forced Gainer Story:
Jake and Tyler had been inseparable since freshman year. Straight as arrows, both ripped from lacrosse and endless gym sessions, they shared an off campus house after graduation. Jake was the golden boy. Six foot two, 190 pounds of lean muscle, square jaw, always chasing tail. Tyler was slightly bigger. Six foot three, 205 pounds, the cocky one who partied harder and fucked louder. They called each other bro like a religion. Bros before hoes. No limits.
Until Jake lost his job.
Money got tight. Tyler, still flush from family cash, started changing. He would order massive takeout every night. Pizzas, burgers, Chinese, gallons of full fat shakes. At first it was bro fuel. Then he started pressuring Jake.
You are getting soft, man. Need to bulk up. Real men carry weight.
Jake laughed it off at first. But Tyler was not joking.
One night after too many beers, Tyler pinned Jake down on the couch. Jake was buzzed, laughing, thinking it was roughhousing. Tylers eyes were cold.
Time to make you my fat fucking pig, bro.
Jake tried to shove him off, but Tyler was stronger and had zip ties ready. He bound Jakes wrists to the heavy oak coffee table legs, then his ankles. Jake yelled, cursed, threatened to end the friendship. Tyler just smirked and shoved the first funnel down his throat.
The forced feeding started slow but relentless. Tyler blended heavy cream, ice cream, peanut butter, weight gainer powder, and corn syrup into thick, nauseating shakes. Three thousand plus calories each. He clamped Jakes nose until he swallowed. Jake gurgled, choked, belly swelling visibly after just the first liter. By the end of the first week, Tyler had him on a schedule. Six force feedings a day plus whatever greasy trash he could cram in.
You are gonna get huge for me, Tyler whispered while rubbing Jakes bloating gut. No more gym. No more running. Just eating and getting fatter like the weak bitch you are.
Jake fought. He puked. He begged. Tyler responded by locking the fridge, chaining the doors, and installing a feeding tube setup at night while Jake slept off the bloat. He would wake up with his stomach painfully distended, sloshing, stretch marks already forming as his abs disappeared under a growing layer of soft fat.
Months passed. Jakes once chiseled body betrayed him. His pecs sagged into soft tits. His flat stomach ballooned into a heavy, hanging gut that rested on his thickening thighs. Tyler measured obsessively. Two hundred twenty. Two hundred fifty. Two hundred eighty. He would slap the new rolls, laugh, and force another meal down.
Look at you, bro. Used to be such a stud. Now you are my personal gainer pig. Say it.
Jake, broken and constantly full, would whimper it through tears. I am your fat pig.
The darkness deepened. Tyler started mixing in appetite stimulants and hormones he bought online. Jakes ass ballooned into wide, jiggly cheeks that spread when he was forced onto his back for inspection. His cock stayed hard now from the constant pressure on his prostate from the sheer mass of his own gut. Tyler would edge him for hours while pumping more calories in, never letting him cum until he had hit a new weight record.
One brutal night, Tyler brought in reinforcements. Two other former lacrosse bros who were in on the secret. They held Jake down while Tyler force fed him an entire sheet cake, then a family sized tub of lard mixed into warm milk. Jakes belly stretched obscene, skin tight and shiny, navel popped out like a cork. He was pushing 350 pounds now, mobility failing. They laughed as he moaned, humiliated, leaking pre cum from his smaller looking dick buried in fat.
You were always the pretty one, Tyler growled, mounting Jakes massive belly and grinding against the soft flesh. Now you are mine. No one else will want this disgusting fatass except me.
Jakes resistance crumbled completely. The constant fullness, the helplessness, the shame. It twisted into something darker. He started craving the feedings. Begging for them between sobs. Tyler rewarded him by finally fucking his fat ass raw while force feeding him one last monstrous shake, Jakes enormous belly sloshing violently with every thrust.
By the end of the year, Jake was unrecognizable. Four hundred fifty plus pounds of quivering, stretch marked blubber. Triple belly rolls cascading over his useless cock and thunder thighs. Man tits that hung and jiggled. Tyler kept him chained to a reinforced bed most days, belly exposed, feeding tube always ready. He would come home from work, slap the massive gut, and say the same thing every time.
Good pig. My straight bro turned into the ultimate gainer slut.
Jake, eyes glazed with forced pleasure and defeat, would only moan and open his mouth for more….
