Ben had noticed it. Of course he had. You’d have to be blind not to see how chubby Luke had grown since he’d been dating Dan. The guy had sprouted a little paunch and his handsome face had swollen up with chubby cheeks within only a few short months. Dan: the one who usually kicked all their asses at basketball and had competed in three gruelling triathlons in the last two years. The changes had been significant and the other friends muttered bitterly as they saw Dan slyly pushing food on Luke, or discouraging him from training.
“It’s so fucking obvious what he’s doing!” grumbled Perry as he and Ben left the bar one evening after Luke had been convinced by his boyfriend to grab some fast food before they both went home. “I don’t understand why Luke puts up with it. If I had a guy doing that to me, there’s no way I’d still be dating him. Can’t he see how overweight he’s getting?”
Ben nodded quietly in reply, not really wanting to comment.
“Dan’s obviously so insecure, he thinks fattening Luke up means he won’t leave him for someone else,” Perry continued complaining.
At this, Ben could not keep silent and he scoffed in disagreement. “No way!” he shot back. “Dan’s the least insecure person I’ve ever met!”
Perry already knew Ben’s reasons for arguing this. “Just because the guy’s got a big dick…” he laughed, having drooled with Ben in the past at how much meat the guy was obviously packing.. With such an athletic frame, Dan always seemed to wear tight little shorts that clung, almost indecently across his groin; the bulge of a very substantial dick almost constantly on display. Ben himself had become obsessed with it. He’d trawled through every social media account of the guy and masturbated countless times, imagining taking such a sizeable manhood into his mouth.
“It’s more than that though,” Ben argued. “Dan just has that ‘big dick energy’ about him,” he explained. “If he is encouraging Luke to gain a few pounds, it’s because he’s getting off on it.”
Perry considered for a moment. “A feeder? Yeah, I could definitely picture that,” he nodded, as if everything added up. “But how do we get Luke to wake up and see that?”
Ben mumbled; no idea coming to mind. If he was ever lucky to be with a guy as handsome and hung as Dan, there would be absolutely nothing that could ever persuade him to give him up.
The atmosphere was tense the next time Ben went over to Luke’s place to watch the big game. Luke seemed displeased by the amount of food Dan had prepared and brought over with him; his voice betraying an icy frostiness whenever he needed to speak to him.
“These look delicious!” Ben exclaimed, seeing the slab of chocolate brownies still in their baking tray. “Did you really make these yourself?” he asked Dan, perplexed that a guy who was clearly so athletic and career-driven, could demonstrate such skills in the kitchen as well.
“My own special recipe,” Dan nodded. “They’re Luke’s favorites,” he stated, glancing over towards the living area where his boyfriend and Perry had settled down in front of the screen. “However, Luke’s suddenly decided he’s going on a diet,” he grumbled with obvious irritation.
Ben bit into one and moaned in appreciation; the butter, chocolates and sugars filling his mouth with flavor. “These are incredible!” he exclaimed.
Dan beamed. “Have another then,” he offered, holding up a second even though Ben hadn’t eaten even a third of the original brownie.
Smiling, Ben took it nonetheless, holding it in his hands as he chewed through the first. His horny mind couldn’t help wanting to please Dan. It was as if he turned to complete mush every time they were alone together. Dan had come straight from the gym; leg workout complete, both thighs pumped and imposing in his trademark tight shorts.
Dan fussed around tidying up in Luke’s kitchen, clearly not wanting to join his grumpy boyfriend in the living space. Then he turned and smiled as he saw Ben had started a third brownie. “You like those, huh?” he asked interestedly, leaning into the counter almost flirtatiously.
“I could eat these all day,” Ben replied, hoping that it sounded complimentary enough.
Dan sniggered, his eyes momentarily flicking down to Ben’s body. “I’d certainly like to see you try,” he nodded thoughtfully, before preloading Ben with yet another to eat.
Ben felt his erection building. Never before had he felt under such scrutiny from Dan before. It seemed as if he had the guy’s entire attention as he nibbled and consumed the fourth large brownie. Ten years he had been friends with Luke, but he knew he would throw it all away if he ever got the chance to have a night with his boyfriend.
“I’ll have to make you some more at some point,” Dan smiled as he passed Ben a glass of milk to wash it all down. “I like a man who enjoys my baking.”
“You can bake for me anytime!” Ben smiled back.
“Guys… are you coming to watch the game?” called Perry from the lounge area, staring hard at Ben as if he knew they’d been flirting.
Ben looked back at Dan and rolled his eyes, disappointed that this flirting session had come to an end. Seeming to sense his wild attraction to him, Dan chuckled back, then lifted another brownie and passed it to him with a devilish grin on his face.
Butterflies fluttered in Ben’s tummy for the rest of that afternoon, catching little glances from Dan that went unnoticed by the other two. The man had suddenly become the most attentive host imaginable, supplying Ben with more of the treats he had brought along for the ungrateful Luke. If only, Ben thought to himself... If only he had a man as sexy as Dan, he would do absolutely anything for him; whatever it took to get that dick up and horny for him.
The delightful news that Dan and Luke had split came a couple of weeks later. Ben knew that he was betraying his friends by messaging Dan, but he’d long since thought of himself as a good friend, given how much he had been fantasising about the forbidden.
Dan, it seemed, wasn’t all that upset by the whole thing, explaining that the end had been coming for some time. He’d enjoyed the ride, but now it was time to move on. He thanked Ben for getting in touch, but his tone was one of finality; as if he never anticipated seeing, or hearing from him again. ‘Do you need some company?’ Ben typed out, not wanting the window of opportunity to close.
A few, torturous minutes passed by. Did Dan think Ben was despicable for taking his chances like this? Perhaps he had expected a little more loyalty from one of his ex’s best friends. He was certainly walking a very dangerous path should Perry ever find out about these messages.
‘Sure,’ Dan replied breezily, typing out his address. ‘I’ll see you shortly.’
Dan’s apartment was every bit the ‘man cave’ that Ben had pictured in his head. Lacking style and coordination, there were weights across the floor and a series of cheap posters on the walls, more akin to a teenager’s bedroom. The man opened the door with a bemused expression to see that Ben had actually arrived, strolling casually ahead to the sofa to clear some space so that the guy could sit down. The musky scent of an athlete was clouding Ben’s reasoning even more.
Dan was sitting in his large chair, his thick thighs spread. “Want to get some pizza?” he asked casually, as if still not quite understanding why Ben had travelled all the way across town to see him.
“I’m really into you,” Ben blasted out, unable to keep it in any longer. “I think Luke was an idiot for letting you go. I know I’m a crap friend to Luke for admitting it.”
Dan nodded slowly and grinned. “That’s pretty shitty,” he nodded with amusement. “Moving in on your best friend’s boyfriend the same day they split up? You really didn’t think to at least leave it a few days? That’s… pretty bad…”
Ben hung his head, hoping that there was still an opportunity within Dan’s playful tone. “I know,” he agreed. “I’m the absolute worst.”
With an overwhelming tone of authority, an emboldened Dan sat up proudly, insisting that they order in pizza and speak no more about it. The delivery was fast, although they’d accidentally sent double the amount of everything Dan had said he was ordering. There was so much of it, with no means of keeping it, given that Dan’s refrigerator was playing up. And so, Ben did what he could to get as much of it eaten as possible; promising to take one home with him later as well.
“About what I said earlier…” Ben tried, after a further hour of not discussing it.
“Look…” Dan smiled. “You really don’t want to date a guy like me. I’m not like your friend, Luke. I’m not a good person. I’m kinky; I’m horny and I like to get my own way. I’m not boyfriend material.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Ben tried, sensing things were not going his way. “I just want to see if there is anything between us.”
“Then again,” Dan considered, moving to sit next to Ben on the couch. He lifted his hand and began to stroke the hair out of the guy’s face. “Maybe you are more like me than people realise. The simple fact that you’re here proves that you’re just as selfish and opportunistic.” He paused and laughed; his smile wider than Ben had ever seen it before. “I mean…” he grinned, checking his watch, “I literally broke up with Luke less than six hours ago!” he bellowed, bursting with a smug superiority.
“I’m falling in love with you…” Ben mumbled back.
At this, Dan laughed even harder. “No you’re not!” he countered. “You’re falling in lust!” he blasted, pointing down at the obvious bulge in Ben’s pants. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?”
Ben nodded. He couldn’t pretend to act cool here. His actions had spoken louder than any words. “I’d do anything for you,” he replied, nodding submissively.
Dan considered what he wanted to say next. “Dating Luke was a bit of an experiment for me,” he explained. “It’s not usually how I get my kicks.”
“An experiment?” Ben asked.
Dan nodded. “An experiment, yeah. I wanted to see if I could do the things I like with a guy as fit and athletic as he was.”
“Is that why Luke was getting so..?” Ben began, not really knowing how to say it.
“Chubby?” Dan finished for him. “Yeah, that’s the reason!” He looked into Ben’s horny eyes, so eager to please him. “Do you think I’m awful?”
“No…” Ben mumbled back. “I think you’re wonderful!”
Dan laughed again, holding Ben’s head in his hands now. “I’m despicable and wicked,” he explained proudly. “I play games and I do whatever it takes to get myself off. I put almost fifty pounds of pure blubber onto your unsuspecting friend, and I’d do the same to you in a heartbeat.”
Ben felt like he was being seduced as Dan leaned in for the gentlest and most sensual of kisses. Despite all the guys he had slept with in the past, Ben could never have imagined that this would have been the most erotic moment of his life to date. Dan was taking him with an expertise that seemed impossible to escape from.
“I made this up for Luke,” Dan explained a few moments later, returning from the kitchen area now with a flask of protein shake he was rocking back and forth. “I told him it’s what I drink after my workouts, but it’s actually nothing like it!” he chuckled. “You wanna know how I fattened up your friend so quickly? These things!” he pointed proudly. “They’re full of fats, sugars, calories and even appetite enhancers. The idiot trusted me so much that I managed to get as many as three of them down him in a single day.”
Ben didn’t react, which seemed to please Dan, who placed the flask down for a second and stood directly in front of his prey. With one large hand, he gently pulled Ben’s head towards him, resting it against his crotch. For Ben, it was a moment of pure elation as he felt Dan’s giant manhood against his cheek and breathed in the manly scent of the guy he had fantasised about for so long. He moaned, moving his head so that he could nuzzle in deeper; like it was the moment he had longed for his entire life.
“You want to see what it’s like when it’s hard?” Dan asked.
Ben looked up and nodded slowly. “More than anything.”
“Well then…” Dan smirked, bending to pick the flask back up and popping the flap over the sipping section, “...you know what to do.”
Ben wasn’t completely sure he was going to take the flask until it was resting in his hands. Dan was nodding at him, silently urging him to continue. Then, in one swift motion, Ben took it to his mouth and began pouring the sweet, sickly mixture down his throat.
Dan’s tone seemed to change in an instant. The lust and arousal echoing through everything he said. “Oh yes… that’s it!” he coaxed. “Drink it all down for me!”
With a keen eye on Dan’s package, Ben could see an instant visible twitching and swelling underneath the material of the tight shorts. Whatever his expectations were, the mass that was growing within was far, far greater and impressive. He swallowed harder and faster, draining it all: eventually holding the emptied flask above his outstretched tongue, as if longing for one more drop to fall onto it.
Dan removed his shirt and pulled down his shorts, standing there in just his underwear. Now Ben was only one layer of fabric between his lips and Dan’s extraordinary dick as his face was once again pressed into the man’s groin. Then, Dan was returning to his refrigerator; his sexy, beefy butt disappearing momentarily. He returned a moment later with two more flasks, shaking them up in his hands.
Ben had undressed himself entirely in the seconds that he was alone, resulting in a pleasurable growl from Dan as he handed over the next shake.
Clearly straight out of the cold, the next shake was much harder to swallow without bringing on ‘brain freeze’. In some ways, Dan seemed to get off to this even more, seeing the deliberate pushing Ben was doing to complete the task he had been set. The man reached down and picked up Ben's emptied underwear, sniggering as he saw the size written on the label inside. “Small!” he chuckled to himself. “We’ll soon see about that…”
Ben’s stomach was completely bloated by the end of the third shake. At one point, a completely uncontrolled burp rolled up from his throat, gargling loudly. Yet even this seemed to please Dan, who at last pulled out his erection and slapped Ben across the cheeks with it playfully. Ben turned his face, trying desperately to slip it into his mouth. However, he was only allowed to kiss the head, before Dan cruelly pulled it back into his underwear once more. “Next time…” the man teased, now putting all of his clothes back on. “Next time…”
It was exactly one week later when Ben was suddenly bombarded by a flurry of messages from his angry friend, Luke. Dan had let the news of their encounter slip when collecting the last of his things from Luke’s place and, as a result, had just kicked off the biggest rift that Ben had ever known amongst his friendship group. Suddenly everything was fair game; old arguments from years ago resurfacing and not a single person willing to step up and defend him. He’d always been selfish and difficult, they’d told him, making it clear that he wasn’t part of their circle anymore.
“Why did you tell Luke?” Ben asked, stepping into Dan’s apartment that weekend.
“He asked me outright whether there was something going on with us. Perry had been stirring by the sounds of things. He was going to find out sooner or later,” Dan shrugged. “I don’t like secrets.”
“Apart from when you’re secretly fattening someone up?” Ben shot back bitterly. He’d been annoyed by Dan’s actions and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
Dan simply laughed. “Oh, I see! So you think you’re actually the innocent one here?” he mocked. “And no, I don’t do secrets, actually…” he stated firmly. “I knew that you and your friends had suspicions that I was fattening Luke up, but not one of you asked me about it,” he stated mischievously. “If you had, I would have been more than happy to explain the entire thing.” The thought seemed to turn him on and his thick thighs twitched with arousal at the scenario that played out in his head as he sat back casually on his sofa. “Trust me… that’s a conversation I would really, really have enjoyed!”
Ben rolled his eyes sceptically. “You’d be so embarrassed! You wouldn’t want anyone to know the types of things you get off to; the amount of chocolate pastries I had to eat yesterday just to get a glimpse of your dick again…“
“That would be so much easier for you, right?” Dan replied daringly, showing that he was more than a match for a fiery Ben. “If this was just some sly, quiet little kink that only went on behind closed doors… A couple of pounds every few months to keep me satisfied.” He stood up, seeming more imposing than ever before as he came towards Ben, then slowly stroked his cheek. “I’m a feeder… and I’m more than happy for the world to know it.”
There was a devilish twinkle in Dan’s eyes. Ben felt so easily controlled and dominated by him. Even now, his eyes snapped back to Dan’s lips, longing for the man to take him and make him submit.
Dan raised his head towards the ceiling above them. “I’M A FEEDER!” he shouted loudly to the neighbors he disliked upstairs. “I’M A FEEDER!”
“Shush!” Ben called, trying to place his hand over Dan’s mouth.
Laughing, Dan caught him and held him backwards against the back of the couch, smiling down at him victoriously. Ben couldn’t help laughing back. He’d been out-manouvered for sure. It was exactly why he found Dan so irresistibly attractive.Dating a bad boy meant always being at least one step behind, and constantly on his toes. Ben allowed himself to be kissed, even though he knew where it would lead. Another three shakes sat on the counter, waiting for him. Dan had talked about training him up to take down four, or even five of them soon. Maybe then, Dan would finally follow up on his promise to let him suck him off.
The shakes themselves were fine and Ben found he was able to stretch his stomach out in a way that clearly delighted Dan. However, it was the appetite enhancers that interfered with his normal life the most. Ben had woken at two in the morning, his stomach churning with hunger, only satisfied by three bowls of cereal. Still he nodded his head, signalling Dan to collect the flasks. It was time to get the bad boy very turned on indeed.
“Do you have any fatties in your family already?” Dan asked, lying fully clothed next to a naked Ben on top of the bed sheets. He was playing with the guy’s butt cheeks, checking the bounce and wobble.
“I have a couple of very heavy cousins,” Ben replied. “A few obese aunts and uncles.”
Dan smiled, nodding as if he agreed. “I can tell,” he chirped. “This ass is getting soft as hell already!”
With that, Dan began a vigorous wobbling of Ben’s cheeks, laughing with pride. Ben didn’t need telling that his ass had grown. He could feel it in everything he wore. A great expansion had begun from behind, spreading into his hips and love handles. If he had expected his body to resist a little longer, or start by storing the fat only on his stomach, he had been sadly mistaken. He didn’t look at all like how Luke had done, unknowingly undergoing the same treatment. His shape was different: softer and more blubbery. To Dan, it didn’t matter. Fat was fat, and this was his fat; the fat that he had pushed onto Ben himself. With each pound and fluttering of lard, he seemed to grow stronger and more assertive with him.
Ben raised his butt up slightly as Dan teased him with the dildo he wanted to train him with that day. It had been his promise, should he get four of the shakes down before five in the afternoon: Dan would at last begin training him to take that giant manhood of his. However, Dan explained that it was something that would take time. Ben could be broken in, but not straight away, and the building up period could be time consuming. Given that Ben hadn’t been with anyone for over six months, Dan had wanted to start him off with something just slightly larger than the average, lining up the dildos in his collection until they resembled something that matched his own monstrous size.
Ben had always been the submissive one in the bedroom and being penetrated always seemed to flick a horny switch inside him that made him want to relax and surrender himself entirely. With Dan, that meant an added opportunity for him to take advantage by handfeeding him from a box of doughnuts whilst simultaneously working the stretching hole. He’d already pushed himself so hard to get Dan to do this to him, but now the calories were being pumped in at an even faster rate. His own submissive fantasies started to run away with him. All of Dan’s extreme desires to transform his body became ever more kinky to him. Yes, he wanted that giant, fat ass that Dan could fuck. Yes, he needed to grow the tits that Dan would get off to playing with so much. He’d lost count of how much he’d eaten already. Even bloated as it was, his stomach still seemed to have endless capacity; only realising how much he had overdone it after he had been allowed to climax, rubbing his tight, overstretched stomach until well beyond midnight.
Ben had known about Dan’s upcoming business trip for quite some time. He had hoped to be able to pack on enough lard to entice Dan into fucking him before he left, yet that deadline had come and gone. What surprised Ben the most during those four weeks without Dan was how insatiable hungry he was most of the time. Feeding himself made him hard. He’d taken to limiting his activity and attempted to take all that he had learned since being with Dan in order to create a truly momentous spike in his weight during the period of his almost-lover’s absence.
What turned Ben on so much was how obviously horny Dan was in his messages. He was bossier than ever, requesting certain pictures and poses to be sent to him. Giant fast food orders arrived late into the evening, sent from a lustful Dan, held up in the bedroom of his motel. Ben would do his best to gorge upon it all, knowing that Dan would be stroking that beautiful dick of his as he watched video after video of him; stomach bloating more and more. It had helped that he had managed to find some of the appetite stimulants that Dan often crushed up and put into his shakes; otherwise, the whole thing might have been considerably more challenging. Some nights he fell asleep with half a slice of pizza still in his hand. More than a few times he’d spent the entire night on the couch, waking in the morning with his usual morning wood and jacking himself off as he continued to gorge upon the rest of the cold pizza.
Flabby. It was the one word that best described Ben’s new body. Devoid of any new muscle, his skin became significantly softer and began to loosen itself from the normal shape of his body, held up by an insulating layer of pure blubber. The little pot belly had been forming for some time, but now it was the top of Ben’s belly where he really noticed the changes. It felt as if an entire new roll of fat was forming under his chest; one that he could already very easily grab onto and jiggle. His nipples had started drooping and it felt strange to feel the new fat pushing so relentlessly from his chest, underneath his arms and swelling into his shoulder blades.
Although it would have been sexy to have Dan undress him as he came over for the first time since he had returned from his business trip, Ben knew that his body had a certain shock factor to it after such a transformative few weeks. Dan arrived to find Ben was completely naked as the door was opened to him. That moment was pure kinkiness, watching Dan’s startled reaction as Ben stood there; the feeder absolutely caught off-guard by it all.
Not to be outdone, Dan smirked and took Ben’s hand, pulling his naked form out into the hallway of the apartment building where he kissed him with a calm passion, not inclined to rush in the slightest. A large hand cupped one of Ben’s glutes and began bouncing it as he kissed his lover in full view of anyone who may show up at any time.
“Shall we go inside?” Ben whispered nervously, trying and failing to hide how nervous he felt. Although he had initiated this nakedness, he had never expected to be exposed for quite this long.
Dan smirked once more and kissed him slowly again, his hands now pinching at the fat that was encircling Ben’s torso. “We can go inside as long as you promise to drink every last drop of this calorie shake I've got in my backpack,” he offered slowly.
Hastily, Ben nodded and slipped back inside, having to reach out and grab Dan’s hand to pull him in too. A full inspection of Ben’s body then ensued as Dan put his backpack down and studied every last inch of the fresh fat that had poured onto Ben’s physique.
“I’m really starting to look properly fat now, don’t you think?” Ben asked, fishing for a compliment from his man. “I’ve been eating non-stop for you.”
Dan merely raised an eyebrow and kissed him sweetly. His hand clamped over Ben’s erection and a slow, light stroke started to make the fat boy’s knees quiver from the exciting pleasure. When Dan finally pulled out the contents of his backpack, it was clear to Ben that he had agreed too quickly to consume the shake that had been prepared. The container it was in had been vast. Only Dan, with his large, strapping shoulders, would have been able to carry it so effortlessly on his back all the way here. Out came the funnel as Ben merely stared in horror at it, knowing how much he had already bloated himself that morning in order to look as plump and rounded as he did at that moment, ready for Dan.
As instructed, Ben lay back in his chair and tiled his head back. Well used to the mouth of the funnel between his teeth, he was at least relieved that the mixture was not as cold and difficult to swallow as some of the previous shakes he had been given. Dan sloshed the great mixture full to the very top of the funnel and topped it up mercilessly. At the end of the first round, the funnel was lifted and Ben sat up slightly, just as a furious blast of gassy air rolled up his throat at top speed, making him roar like a dinosaur. The relief had been incredible. Belly rubs and kisses came next and Ben was surprised to see that over half of the large shake mix had already been pumped into his body. As such, he knew that as he lay back for round two, the expectation was for him to finish every last drop.
Swallowing was harder now, the process more laboured and difficult. Yet Dan waited patiently, without mercy, topping up the funnel until he could toss the old, emptied container away. “Come on, Fatty,” Dan coaxed him. “Anyone would think you didn’t want to suck my dick tonight…”
His eyes flashing with hope, Ben began pushing harder than ever. After what had felt like minutes of zero progress, the funnel at last seemed to feel lighter; the levels receding.
“Now, THAT is going to do some damage!” Dan hooted with delight as he pulled the funnel out and grinned at how well Ben had done to complete his task. More roaring burps rolled up from the boy’s throat and he tried to shift himself to get comfortable with such an incredibly distended stomach. Yet, down below, his erection remained as concrete-like as ever as he saw Dan unzipping his fly and pulling out his own epic hardness for the horny boy who had just obeyed him so well. “I hope you’re still hungry,” he teased, clamping his hand over all but the tip of the shaft and moving it closer to Ben’s lips for the first time. Ben could hardly believe that it was soon sliding over the end of his tongue and he moaned in appreciation of having even a tiny fraction of Dan’s dick in his mouth. He knew Dan would not allow any more of it, and that was understandable. If the big man tried to push it too close to Ben’s throat, he could easily end up vomiting after the amount of shake he had just consumed; something that Dan would never permit. He wanted every last calorie in there, working its magic.
“The fatter you get, the better you’re going to be at taking this thing,” Dan declared, appreciating how much effort Ben was putting in to try and pleasure him with only the tip of his dick to suck. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to last long before he came. With only seconds to spare, he pulled out of Ben’s mouth, ejaculating all over the chub’s face as the boy greedily hung his tongue out, hoping to collect as much of it as possible.
“What’s all this?” Ben asked a couple of weeks later as Dan arrived at his apartment, quietly unloading a whole stack of clothes from large shopping bags, as well as his backpack. Silently, Dan seemed to be arranging them all into three very distinct piles.
Dan didn’t answer straight away; he was too busy checking and double-checking his sorting. “These are for now,” he declared, placing his hand on the first pile of t-shirts, shorts and sweatpants. He moved his hand over for the second pile. “These are the ones you’ll be ready for in a few weeks,” he declared, opening up a pair of folded underwear and giving Ben a brief look at their incredible width. “And these…” he raced on, not wanting Ben to jump in and talk over him, “...are the ones for next year or so,” he smiled, already picking this particular pile up. “I’ll put them at the back of your closet before I leave.”
All afternoon, as Ben ate, gorged and jiggled his fat for Dan, he continued staring at that pile of clothes just visible through the ajar door to his closet, wondering. With his mind a little distracted, he was somehow able to eat more than usual. Dan’s boner was standing out more and more as it grew down one of the legs of his tight gym shorts. Occasionally, Dan would rub Ben’s face into it, shoring up his commitment to serve and eat for him.
“Why do you keep looking over there?” Dan asked, noticing that Ben wasn’t concentrating on the giant cream cake at his face as he was down on all fours, ass up and getting trained with the final size dildo. Dan stood up to get a better look, pulling open the door and noticing the pile of clothes from earlier. He laughed to himself. “Oh, I see!” he smirked. “You’re curious to see how fat you’re going to be in the next eighteen months or so?”
Ben nodded, his mouth covered in cream and his drooping stomach aching with the stretch.
Dan picked up a folded t-shirt and dropped it by Ben’s plate on the floor. “You can look when I say,” he declared, pulling the giant dildo clean out of Ben’s butt and removing his own pants. Surely not? This wasn’t about to happen, was it? “Head down, Fatty!” the gruff man ordered, pressing Ben’s face into the cake once more until even the frosting was sliding up his nostrils. Then, with a wave of real pleasure, Ben felt Dan’s real dick starting to slide inside him for the first time.
The man was so strong and powerful, Ben quickly realised that although the dildos had trained him to take the size, they hadn’t prepared him to keep his balance whilst this was all happening. Fat rippled and jiggled with each thrust and Ben dropped his forehead onto the plate for extra support; sucking and licking at the cake from that position. Everything had been so incredibly worth it for this moment, Ben realised, finally finishing his dessert and surrendering further by dropping his chest onto the floor too; only his wide rear still aloft.
Dan was getting close to climaxing; Ben could hear it in his breathing and soft moans. In a fast, almost panicked tone, he ordered Ben to unfold the clothes and look, as if he only had seconds to spare before he would finally finish. Ben pulled himself up a little, bravely lifting one arm to unfold the t-shirt. His brain didn’t compute it at first. The shape wasn’t right for a t-shirt. He unfolded further, realising that there was a lot more material than he had anticipated. Then, suddenly, the realisation hit him. This wasn’t a t-shirt; they were the largest pair of underwear he had ever seen; grotesque and obscene. Ben couldn’t even picture an ass being large enough to ever fill them, let alone his own. He must have gasped in shock and horror, for that was the moment that Dan came, moaning loudly and triumphantly. The pleasure chemicals in his brain must have been pumping furiously, for he laughed heartily at the reaction even after he pulled himself out of Ben’s butt. With his strong arm, he pulled Ben back to a sitting position on the floor and positioned himself just behind. He leaned Ben back into his strong chest as he filled his hand with lubricant before strapping one hand onto Ben’s dick, like it was a necessary chore that needed completing. Ben was always ridiculously easy to bring to orgasm this way, but today he was still trying to take in what he had seen: what Dan truly expected of him.
Between sweet little kisses on the side of his head, Dan couldn’t help continuing to burst into small bouts of laughter still. He could tell how stunned Ben was: the sheer giant size he was expected to fatten to.
“You know, if you don’t want me to make you that fat, there is something you could do…” he whispered teasingly into Ben’s ear.
“What is it?” Ben asked back keenly.
Still stroking Ben’s throbbing erection, Dan didn’t reply immediately. With his free hand, he’d pulled out his cell phone and was tapping through the screens, pulling up a timer. “If you can hold back and not squirt everywhere in the next minute, I’ll let you off. You won’t ever need to get fat enough to fill those underpants,” he offered. “I’m totally serious. This is your chance, Fatty.” Then, with a decisive tap, the man began the counting.
Ben tried to breathe heavily. His stomach was so round and stretched, he could hardly see what Dan was doing to him below his waist, but he knew that it felt so damn good. His body shuddered, his shaft getting more and more sensitive.
“Don’t cum, Piggy!” Dan whispered into his ear.
Ben closed his eyes and tried with all his might to hold back. Fifty seconds, that was all he needed to keep strong for. Forty-nine… forty eight….
Ben grunted as all hope escaped him. He moaned and whimpered as he felt the first shoot hitting just below his belly button, then a more ferocious fountain-like squirt landed heavily, just below his nipple, followed by several others.
“Thirteen seconds!” Dan chuckled after it was all over and the fat boy lay against him still, utterly spent. “Is that really the best you can manage, Fatty?” he asked, rubbing the distended stomach now that Ben had ejaculated all over it. “That was your one chance!” he teased. “Now you’ll have to become a monstrous pig for me after all!”
After that day, Dan stopped holding back on fucking him. Ben became obsessed with it; that feeling of such a massive hardness inside him. Dan could hold an erection inside of him for an insane length of time, sitting him on his lap and feeding him an entire meal whilst deeply buried. Ben felt as though he had been given the keys to the castle, spending hours over the coming weeks, sucking, massaging and pleasuring that giant dick. He wanted to serve it with reverence and respect, always knowing that he had to eat heartily to watch it explode.
“You know… you shouldn’t be so nice to it,” Dan chuckled as he looked down at his fat lover sucking him off as if nothing in this world brought him greater pleasure. “My dick is the one who is making me feed you so much. You’re just encouraging it,” he teased.
Ben moaned with contentment, rolling his tongue down the shaft. “I don’t care!” he sighed, resuming his pleasurable task.
Dan pulled his hardness back from Ben, holding it up with his hand and pretending to talk with it. “What’s that, buddy?” he asked. “You want to watch the pig down his next calorie shake? Well, alright then…” he smirked, getting himself up. “You’re the boss!”
Time marched ever onward. In Ben’s eyes, his butt had lost that cute, rounded plumpness as it became significantly wider and flabbier. Fat from the love handles melted into it and the blubber in his thighs could occasionally rub uncomfortably. He’d considered growing a beard to try and mask the massive influx of fat that seemed to be launching a full-on assault on his neck. However, Dan had been quite insistent that he would never permit it, even insisting that Ben’s hairstyle remain the same so that he was more easily recognised by those who hadn’t seen him in a while. He’s begun carrying a lot more fat at the tops of his arms, and the fat that had spread into his chest had altered his shape considerably. No matter where Dan grabbed at him now, the man was likely to be able to hold a nice wedge on fat that he had pumped into him.
Ben had assumed that his family would have had more to say about the matter. However, they were each so captivated by Dan and how openly affectionate and attentive he was with him, they seemed to close their eyes and ears to all else. Dan actually found amusement in how far Dan could push things, deliberately overfeeding Ben in front of them and selecting clothes for him to wear that were clearly an unflattering fit.
When Dan asked him to move in with him, Ben had leapt at the chance without a second thought about his waistline. Ever since they had got together, Dan had boasted about how ‘fat friendly’ his apartment was, with its large shower and open plan layout; not to mention all the fast food places nearby. It had been the guy’s ultimate fantasy to keep a guy well fed and enormous in his own home. It had been a goal he had worked towards for years, unafraid to step over people at work in order to get those promotions and boost his income to fund it. Since they’d got together, Dan was starting at his third new company and had encouraged Ben to drop two days a week in his own job.
Ben had always known that Dan was active on websites that allowed him to express his kinks. He knew that Dan had spoken to people, both before and during his time with Ben, about the things that really turned him on. There were guys all over the city who were into this, if you looked hard enough. Ever the enterprising businessman, Dan had realised that the ever increasing contrast in body shapes between them was a perfect selling point to make some extra cash. Ben found it so kinky to think of people watching him getting fucked by Dan. Without fail, the strong man was always rougher and more vocal whenever they were recording. Guys would come up to Dan in the street and shake his hand. They’d look across at Ben with a mixture of awe, disgust and unrestricted amusement. Sometimes they would refer to him as ‘the pig’ just as Dan did on camera. During those instances, Ben felt like a fat whale. But for the majority of the other times, the 340lbs of his blubbery body didn’t feel like much at all. Perhaps it was because Dan always spoke of greater and greater numbers and the more extreme features of obesity. Certainly, Ben had expected to feel considerably more lardy at this point that he actually felt.
Collaborating with others had always felt like a kinky next step. Dan had made it fiercely clear that no one else would ever be allowed to fuck Ben’s ass and, as such, Ben felt quite happy to stipulate that he din’t want anyone else sucking Dan off. Despite Dan’s spectacular body, it was always Ben who was the star of the show. Strapping feeders arrived, ready to collaborate and watch Ben feast. Sometimes they would push doughnuts in whilst Dan pounded, or they would pinch, jiggle and stimulate him as Dan fed him instead.
“What’s in that shake?” one handsome twenty-two year old up-and-coming feeder asked as Ben busily swallowed from the funnel that Dan was holding above his head.
“Mostly cream,” Dan replied nonchalantly. “A lot of fatties can’t digest it all that well. I just dropped lucky with this pig,” he laughed, grabbing a drooping nipple and jiggling it. “I think that’s a big reason why he’s so beautifully soft all over.”
“You can say that again!” marvelled the new guy, studying Ben’s body with fascination. “There’s not a single muscle I can see on him at all.”
Dan laughed again at that, grabbing the new, more extreme fat that was amassing at the back of Ben’s arms and making it dance. “That was exactly the look I was going for: pure lard.”
In situations like this, it always felt kinkier for Ben to be spoken about like he wasn’t there. He’d actually had no idea what his shakes were made up of, but now that he had heard that it was mostly cream, he sucked harder, enjoying the taste.
“He’s fast!” grinned the new feeder, grabbing a doughnut as he watched Dan pulling the emptied funnel away.
“Wait,” Dan ordered, grabbing the guy’s wrist as he went to push the sugary snack towards Ben’s mouth. “The pig always needs a second to…”
Up came a rolling , ferocious burp, bringing the immediate relief that Ben was well accustomed to now.
“Now you can feed him again,” Dan smiled, releasing the guy’s wrist and patting him encouragingly on the back as he set to work on stuffing even more into Ben.
Very often, Dan could take a back seat to all this; seeing himself as the mentor to these younger guys who would build upon his work and take things even further with the next guy who was unlucky enough to cross their path. Then he’d watch with pride as they’d always want to jack themselves off across Ben’s increasingly enormous belly.
At 400lbs, Ben was permitted to drop another day of work per week. With a new manager making her presence known, Ben disliked his job intensely now. He’d come home with stories about how awful she had been, only for Dan to chuckle at how out of touch Ben seemed about the world of real work. “She’s fully within her rights to do that,” he’d argue, watching Ben comfort-eating an enormous slice of cake. “You just don’t like it because she’s actually trying to make you do some work!” he teased, poking his lardy, overfed and lazy boyfriend in his fat tummy.
“I just want to quit, stay at home and be your fat boy!” Ben countered, trying to use a cute voice that often helped to get him his own way.
Dan laughed, seeing straight through it. He gazed lovingly into the chub’s eyes, brushing his thumb against the side of Be’s face where the fat was starting to bulge outwards, below his previous, long-forgotten jawline. “You’re not fat enough to justify that yet,” he replied.
Ben pouted, knowing that he’d have to go back to that awful place next Wednesday and Thursday. “But when will I be fat enough?” he asked, whining.
Dan looked him up and down, considering the question extremely carefully. “Five hundred pounds,” he nodded at last. “I think that would be a good stage for you to stop working.”
Perhaps Dan didn’t consider how important the number would be for Ben, but as the words left his mouth they immediately stuck in the guy’s brain like a slip of paper held up by a thousand drawing pins. On his days off, Ben began editing the videos and collaborations they had made to encourage new subscribers. With a global audience, he had kinky guys offering to send food over no matter the time of day. And, with eighty-five pounds still to gain, Ben accepted every time, without fail. Also on his days off, he had nothing to do but eat, sleep and prepare himself for when Dan would arrive back, unbuckle his pants and immediately start to pound him, as if releasing his own stresses from a day of managing people. One thing was certain: the larger Ben grew, the louder and faster Dan seemed to finish as he entered him. He took pride in taking their kinky guests on a tour of Ben’s increasingly lardy body when they came over, rocking grotesquely fattened areas back and forth, lifting and squeezing at the more extreme rolls of fat.
“He’s so much bigger and softer than I thought he’d be!” marvelled one feeder, making Dan laugh.
“It’s his huge ass, isn’t it?” Dan asked. “Everyone says the same thing.” Despite all these collaborations with other feeders, it was always the videos where Dan fucked Ben’s monstrous butt that continued to sell the best.
“He can drink it so fast!” gasped another feeder, watching the shake inside the funnel getting sucked into Ben’s body with such speed.
Dan merely stood back and smirked, knowing exactly why so much extreme blubber was packing on so quickly across Ben’s body; puffing up his huge arms, filling up his inner thighs. The increasingly rotund boy had been weighing himself daily. With such a great paycheck, Dan had hired a cleaner to do the housework three times a week, ensuring that Ben could focus his attention on what appeared to be his sole purpose in life.
Rather than being cross, Dan merely laughed when he heard that Ben had lost his job during the staff cutbacks. The guy’s entire body screamed laziness and when Ben spoke of his work, he did so with an air of entitlement that Dan knew would get up any manger’s nose.
“I was going to quit in 30lbs anyway,” Ben reasoned, hoping more than anything else that Dan wouldn’t say what he knew he would say next.
“Well, you’d better find yourself a little job until then, hadn’t you?”
Again, Ben pouted, trying to consider how best to handle the situation. They were off on vacation in a week’s time and, perhaps, if he worked hard enough, he could be close enough to the big number that Dan would feel compelled to let him off trying to find a new job. Despite his promises, he didn’t attempt to find anything else, focusing on his eating and diet instead. When on vacation, even Dan was delighted to see just how much Ben was gorging and feasting, aiming for that all important spike in his weight.
“Alright!” Dan nodded, rolling his eyes upon their return and seeing that Ben was now 495lbs the following morning. “You win!” he laughed. “You don’t need to find another job.”
Ben grinned from ear to ear. He already had so many fresh video ideas to celebrate his new weight, he knew that he could easily make up for his lost income in no time at all. He smirked, watching his gorgeous, hung boyfriend put on his suit and leave for his day at the office, knowing that he himself didn’t have to be anywhere at all. Instead, he looked around at the fancy apartment that they shared, gazing out at the incredible views across the city. Yes, this was certainly the life that he deserved. This was the existence that he had chased from the moment he went after Dan, even back when the guy was dating his friend, Luke; a choice none of his friends had ever forgiven him for. But what did that matter? Who was the winner now? None of them would ever live in a place like this and not have to go out and work. He’d played the game and won, throwing his heavy body down into his wide chair and sighing in satisfaction.
Venezuelan influencer Adelsito starting to look chunky.
He started his "career" about two years ago, not with a sporty figure, though. He was already sporting a small belly.
He visibly started to gain last year. So he started working out, made some satyrical reels, but the motivation must have faded soon, resulting in a couple of extra layers on his frame.
He rounded out a lot after Christmass. As a matter of fact, he started outgrowing most of the clothes he was making his sketches in.
Changing clothes to black? Like that will help.
Nothing can hide this thickness anymore.
If this is what six months could do, imagine how he will look like in another six months!
Funny how fast things change for a frat president, huh? From posting shirtless thirst traps in the gym in 2023 to waddling down the beach, bloated on beer and fried food, in 2025.
Now, in his junior year, Mr. President already has the pledges rubbing his gut and carrying him at parties… but how long before they can’t lift him anymore?
Seen a campus king, frat star, or study buddy who’s traded their abs for late-night eats and beer runs? Send in your best college glow-downs and gain stories through messages!
Honestly i think i look really goofy in this harness but i spent money on it so i might as well get *some* use out of it. hopefully some of you disagree! :’)
also enjoy a vid of me tryna pose for the pics lmao
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