#gluttonous man

[slimshadyxi]

Scale is going up:D

[charliefeeder]

Getting into college sometimes feels like a straight-up battle royale. You either tough it out... or find someone to survive with. Especially here.

There are some guys around campus. They are handsome, almost godlike. They eat mountains of food as a snack and are always looking for new feeders.

Wanna be one of them? Yes?

Then, let's enjoy this college year. But be careful—the risk of being seen as a piece of food is always high.

You'll find here big bellies, vore, belching, gaining and other kinks.

Welcome to college.

[slimshadyxi]

Bloated off 2 pizzas, chips, and soda. About to top it all off with a fat shake🥴

[alternative-ffa]

I love watching you touch yourself. Is it a voyeuristic tendency in me that I prefer watching you, to touching you myself? Perhaps.

There is just something so sexy about a very fat man enjoying his body.

So much to touch.

So much to jiggle.

So much to molest.

I need you to beg me to physically fond over you. Watching you existing at your extreme size is satisfactory enough for me.

But you want the physical attention. You touch yourself all the time... it's normal. But having me touch you? That's something new, something special for you.

But you need to earn it.

Have you spent the day in hedonistic gluttony? Have you consumed enough calories for my physical attention?

Until you have. All you will get is my adoring gaze. You need to earn the pleasure of my touch. ♡

[alternative-ffa]

TRAPPED - Part One

You thought you were mobile. Years of living on your own, and no access to a scale that could weigh you... you were sure you were only 550lbs; maybe 600. You splurged on a bariatric scale years ago, but it only went up to 500lbs. So, you just had to guess what your weight was once the scale became inadequate.

Your bedroom had been moved to the living room years ago, once the doorways in the hallway became too tight for you to squeeze through. Your full bathroom was one of those doors... and you felt the annoyance of not having access to a shower. You were lucky there was a half bath with a barn style sliding door that you could squeeze though to at least use the toilet... not that the toilet was built for your size. You jury-rigged encyclopedias by each side of the toilet, so they could help hold your weight. Your fat fell to each side of you, and these old books helped take the heaviness of your huge belly and rear end, so the toilet didn't crack.

Almost everything in your home was adapted to your extreme obesity. Once you realized that you could no longer squeeze your fat body through your bedroom door, you were smart enough to order a bariatric hospital bed for your living room.

The day it was delivered and set up was an embarrassing one. You never felt embarrassed by your size when you were alone (which was most of the time). But standing there, with your cane to steady your body, watching them bring the bed in... dealing with stares from the delivery men... it was not your finest hour.

You were grateful for the bed. It increased your ability to be comfortable in your home. But it didn't fix the loneliness. You are only 38 years old, and yet you felt as though you're 60+... no family, no friends who visit... you are alone.

Nights are the hardest. It's when you dreamt of love. Of a beautiful woman who would enjoy your company. You don't need someone to enjoy your body... in fact, you feel that that would be impossible. So you just want to settle for someone who would love you despite your morbid obesity. Each night you dream of that ideal, and each morning you get punched in the face with your reality.

You have no idea that there are women out there who would do anything for intimacy with a beautiful man as fat as you. In fact, you are so uninformed that you have no idea women like that exist. You've given up on the possibility of intimacy.

Your life suddenly changed. You rolled yourself out of bed, like usual; your fat feet touching the floor. Using your cane, you lifted yourself to a standing position. Once you were standing, you had no problem waddling into the kitchen. At least, this was the usual daily procedure. But this particular day was not to be easy.

You filled a pot with water, preparing to make pasta. Standing by the stove, suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your left ankle. You had a high pain tolerance, but this was too much. You gripped the counter to try and stay standing, but there was no hope... and you succumbed to the pain and fell to the floor.

You wanted to shout for help... realizing that you had no ability to get off of the floor. But no one could hear you. You are alone.

Days passed. The only reason you stayed alive was the pot of water you had filled before the fall. On day 2, you used all your energy and strength to grab it, knowing that it would be a long time before help arrived. You rationed the water. Taking sips every now and then.

You couldn't reach your phone, you couldn't call for help... so you hoped that the mailman would notice that the mail was piling up.

You were lucky your mailman was aware that you were a shut-in. After 3 days of mail piling up, he called for a wellness check.

You were weak, embarrassed and ashamed. But you felt a tinge of relief when you heard emergency services at your door... "Hello? Do you need help?"

You screamed, "please! I'm in here!"

You heard them pounding the door down. Although you knew you needed help, you didn't want your front door damaged; but it was too late.

Emergency personnel poured into your home. They found you, laying in your own waste in the kitchen, trapped on the floor where you've been for 3 days.

You disassociated the whole time they were there since it was the only way your mind had to protect yourself: hazmat teams cleaning the floor AND you; male nurses and EMTs using inflation lifts to help you into a standing position. You couldn't stand. Your ankle was broken. It took eight men to help you back into your bed.

You resisted the reality of being too fat to move. But with your ankle, it was a reality you had to confront.

Once you were in your bed, they informed you that a doctor would be by the next day. Then they left. You were trapped: alone, lonely, and discouraged. Knowing your ankle was broken, and you'd have to wait at least twelve hours to be seen by a doctor, you cried.

The sun rose like usual the next day. You used to enjoy the light coming through your window... but now, you felt anxiety. A knock on the door caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

A female nurse and a older male doctor entered. You hadn't seen a woman in years, and for the first time in a long time, your dick stood at attention. You blushed, feeling your penis throbbing under the fat of your crotch. But you knew you were too fat for anyone to notice, even if they had lifted your belly.

An erect penis on a man as fat as you can only be described like a throw pillow with a button in the middle. Your dick was the button... barely seen beneath the fat pad. You thought you were impotent; but gazing at a beautiful woman proved you wrong.

The doctor spoke, but you barely listened. Another man walked in with a gigantic scale. You could only watch as they set it up and tried to convince you to stand. They knew your ankle was broken, but finding out how much you weighed was quite important. Being held up by two strong men, they had your good foot on the scale and slowly released their hold to get an accurate measurement.... you watched in horror as the numbers climbed... 500, 600, 700.... then it settled at 825lbs. You gasped. Tears began to fall. You weren't sure if it was because of the pain, or if it was because you had no idea you had gotten that fat. You were sure you were only 550... maybe 600. So seeing the numbers climb to 825lbs instilled absolute terror.

The doctor and nurses left the room once they had you back in your bed. You could hear them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. You heard the front door open and close and the voices dissipated; then the clicking of high heels on the floor became louder and louder until the female nurse was by your side.

You weren't sure how to react. This was the woman who caused your dick to stand at attention. You tried to pretend you weren't aroused. She had long black hair, bright hazel eyes. Even making eye contact with her made you look away immediately. She smiled at you... a kind smile, implying she was there by choice.

But you refused to believe it. No one would spend time with you by choice. So you fought any kind of attention she gave you.

Laying in your bariatric bed, she pulled a chair over from your dining room. She placed it next to your bed and sat; still smiling kindly at you. You didn't know what to say. You spent the last five years alone, and had no practice in speaking to another person. For her, silence felt awkward, so she spoke: "I'll be here with you for my shift; so the next twelve hours. I hope this is okay."

You wanted to say, "I'd love the company. I don't have visitors. I think you're beautiful. I haven't seen a woman in ages..."

But instead, you grunted in acknowledgement.

The silence felt deafening. She spoke, "is there anything I can get you?"

You hesitated; breathing deeply, you said, "Would you mind getting me a drink? I have some whiskey in the cabinet... maybe two shots and an ice cube?"

She smiled at you again and said, "Sure."

You watched as she stood from the chair and turned towards the kitchen. You couldn't help but stare at her body as she walked away. She was thin and thick in all the right places. You couldn't help but stare at her rear... perfect childbearing hips that caused a primal arousal in you. Your dick throbbed again beneath your fat. It was an experience you hadn't had in years. There was nothing that could arouse you when you were alone: which was all the time. You couldn't tell whether you were pleased that your manhood worked, or disappointed.

Finally feeling arousal for the first time in years was pleasant at first, until you realized that it was all for nothing. You were too fat for sex... not that you felt there could possibly be any opportunity for that kind of intimacy with her.

She returned with your drink, and to your surprise, she had a drink of her own. She sat next to you and said, "I hope you don't mind if I join you." As she lifted her glass.

You felt joy. For only a moment. You tried to avoid eye contact so she wouldn't pick up on your arousal....

To be continued...

[charliefeeder]

1. Welcome to University - Part 3

—Then let’s make a deal —, the stranger continued, flashing a disturbingly calm smile— What are you good at?

—W-well... —Charlie replied, looking away—, some people say I’m smart.

—How interesting.

The man knelt and firmly grabbed Charlie’s face, forcing him to hold his gaze.

—Then, you’re going to entertain me with your intellect.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the lights went completely black. Charlie felt a superhuman force dragging him toward a chair; despite resisting with absolute desperation and trying to break free, his efforts were useless. Within seconds, in the pitch-black room, he felt himself being secured to the chair and heard the clanking of the metal chains locking him down.

—You’re all set —, the man stated.

Instantly, the lights flashed back on. Charlie noticed his entire body was immobilized, with the sole exception of his right hand. Stretching out in front of him was an incredibly long table, packed with the food the man claimed as his. Only the space closest to Charlie was clear; there, someone had placed a tablet.

Charlie still couldn't wrap his head around the situation, until the stranger’s words brought him back to reality:

—Did you know that from the exact moment you stepped foot on this campus, your fate belongs to me?

Charlie looked at him, bewildered.

—That means I can subject you to any of my whims. For instance... —he leaned into whisper in his ear— , punishing you if you fail a test.

Charlie noticed how much the man salivated as he spoke those words. Without a doubt, that monster still saw him as a juicy piece of meat.

—That tablet is programmed to display nothing but the exam. It’s a thousand questions, and your time limit runs until I finish eating —, the man continued, gesturing toward the feast—. This table is modular. I’m going to sit at the far end, and every time I finish a section, I’ll remove that block and drag the rest toward me to keep devouring. Your exam will end when I’ve removed every single block and we are face-to-face.

Charlie let out a sigh with a glimmer of relief, noticing that the structure seemed to stretch out for several yards.

—If your results don’t amuse me... well, you already know what’s waiting for you.

The warning coincided with a new growl from the man’s stomach, a sound so cavernous and brutal it pulverized the little relief Charlie had started to feel.

Without wasting any more time, the giant walked to the opposite end of the table to resume his banquet.

Charlie tapped the tablet screen. A welcome message flashed; he swiped it, and the first question appeared. It was an algebraic equation so trivial he solved it almost without looking. In less than a minute, he tapped the correct answer and moved on. Then to the next one, and the next. None of them posed a real challenge; it looked like a test even an elementary schooler could pass.

However, just as he reached question ten... BBBBBBbbbrrrrrWWWWwwwwrrrrrrrOOOOoooooooooAAAAAAAaaaaRRRRRRrrrrrrPPPPPPPP!!!!!

A thunderous burp echoed from the far end. The stranger disassembled the first block of the table with a sharp snap, tossing it aside to drag the rest of the feast toward him.

“That block had enough food for ten people... and it took him a split second to devour it all”, Charlie thought in horror.

Distressed, he picked up the pace. The frenzy became absolute; the questions flew past his eyes at a speed he could barely process. Time blurred into a desperate race until the metallic echo of the last block being detached froze him in place. Time was up. At that exact moment, the tablet screen went completely black, remaining lifeless no matter how hard Charlie pressed the power button.

—Drop it, or you’re going to break it —, the stranger warned as he approached. He shoved Charlie aside with a single hand and picked up the device.

He walked a few steps away, pressed his thumb against the fingerprint scanner, and a blue light illuminated his features. After a brief review, the man turned back toward him, locking him in a gaze dripping with condescension.

—You... UUuurrrrPPppp!!... got an excellent score... but I’m not surprised. I’m truly sorry.

Charlie broke into a cold sweat. He couldn’t believe his end had come so soon.

The man broke the chain with a hand and with the other slammed his palm against Charlie’s face and lifted him off the ground without the slightest effort, like a child picking up a toy. Suspended in mid-air, Charlie could see his tormentor salivating heavily.

GGRRRrrrrwoOOOooorllllrrrr!!!!!

The rumbles from his midsection grew deafening; despite the astronomical amount of food he had just ingested, that gargantuan belly showed no signs of slowing down its demands. It was insatiable, a literal black hole.

—I’m ready for dessert —, the man sentenced, pulling Charlie’s head toward his open jaws.

Suddenly, a subtle notification chime shattered the tension from the tablet. The man stiffened, glanced at the screen, and dropped Charlie, who crashed onto the floor, utterly clueless as to what was happening.

Incredulous, the young man slowly blinked his eyes open.

—The point count is wrong —, the giant muttered, consumed by a deep rage. Then, he looked down at the floor with contempt—. Stay here. In a few minutes, you’ll get an email with new instructions so you’ll know how to find me.

Without another word, the man turned on his heel and walked out of the room, leaving behind the heavy echo of his footsteps.

Charlie still hadn't processed what was happening, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about understanding the reason behind his luck; it was enough to know that, for the moment, he was safe.

Shortly after, he received a new notification on his screen, directing him to a different room. Charlie left his quarters, but as he walked down the hallways, strange, cavernous sounds began to echo against the walls.

BBBEEELLLCCCHHHHHHHHH! BUUUUUUOOOAAAAARRRPPPPPP!!!!! UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPP!

They were belches so loud they caused vibrations like mini-earthquakes. Terrified, Charlie quickened his pace until he reached the designated spot.

Pushing the door open, he found the man picking his teeth with a toothpick, sitting completely relaxed in a chair identical to the one Charlie had occupied during the test. However, what froze his blood was his anatomy: his belly had expanded drastically, and every now and then, the surface of his skin twitched with internal spasms.

—I hate sore losers —, the stranger stated, breaking the silence.

Charlie took a few steps forward, unable to believe his eyes.

—There was some information I kept from you —, the man continued—. There was no fixed passing score. You were competing directly against someone else.

An oppressive knot formed in Charlie’s throat as the puzzle pieces clicked together in his mind.

—But... URRRRPPPP!!!... Jezz!... Stop moving man!.... well, there was a hidden rule, a detail your opponent knew very well. He had the 'privilege' to use internet-accessible devices because of how long he’s been trapped here, though it came at a cost of a hundred points.

In that instant, Charlie choked back a gasp. A distinct bulge, bearing the recognizable silhouette of a human face, pushed against the taut skin of the giant’s gut, writhing in the middle of a tortuous digestive process. Those movements barely bothered the man, who merely let out a faint BURRP! and gave himself a couple of slaps on his massive belly, completely unfazed by the grotesqueness of it all.

—This cheater —, he added, sinking a finger into the soft mass of his stomach—, tried to play smart by hacking the system to bypass the sensors. He made me believe his score beat yours. That’s why I assumed you lost. Lucky for you, I caught the fraud in time and went to give the culprit exactly what he deserved.”

With that, he belched again, hacking up a tablet that smacked Charlie right in the face.

—Ha! Ha! Excuse me for that —, he said with a mocking tone and fake guilt—. Cheaters give me gas, literally.

URRRP!!!

But seeing how shell-shocked Charlie was, the man felt he should do something to calm him down. He snapped his fingers to bring him back to reality and flicked his index finger, ordering him to come closer.

Charlie, though still terrified, complied. He shuffled forward, dragging his feet. Suddenly, the giant’s gut rumbled again, a violent growl making it clear it was demanding more food. Charlie froze, wanting to run, but the leader’s hand clamped around his arm, shutting down any escape.

—Easy, easy —, he murmured with a seductive slowness—. I don't blame you for being scared. I'm still hungry, but I promised you that if you entertained me with your intelligence, I wouldn't do anything to you, remember?”

With his free hand, the man gently stroked Charlie’s head and pulled him closer to his body.

—Use your hands to give daddy abelly rub and relax. Just imagine you’re resting on a huge pillow... and help me digest this loser—. His voice wavered intoxicatingly between mockery and sensuality.

—Your score was impressive—, he went on—. Your intellect far exceeds the campus average. That means education on the outside is improving, and that gets me excited.

Charlie experienced a bewildering sensation. Despite the horror he had just witnessed, a part of him was beginning to enjoy the closeness and the submission to this wild beast.

—At first, you asked me if I was the leader —, the man said. Suddenly, a hiccup interrupted his words, forcing him to thump his chest to get some relief—. And it’s true. I am the leader of team ‘Snacks,’ which you now belong to. My name is Dean. In this university, you don't study; you come here to survive different challenges led by guys like me. And if you fail... well, you already know where you’ll end up.

Saying this, he rubbed his majestic belly once more.

BBBBBBUUUuuuuuuuRRRRrrrrrrrRRrrrrPPPPPPPP!!!!!

Wet, sloshing noises rose from his throat as he released another proud, powerful belch. Forced out by the strength of the exhale, a metal badge and a crisp uniform with the word “Snacks” embroidered across the chest flew out of his mouth.

—Just in time —, he chuckled—. From now on, you’ll wear this. Congratulations on surviving, at least for today. So far, your performance satisfies me.

Dean gently pushed Charlie aside and stood up, displaying an astonishing and incoherent agility considering the gargantuan size of his belly. —Get some rest, Charlie. Tomorrow, things will get... a lot more interesting.

[alternative-ffa]

Being with the same person for decades creates a sense of security. At this point, you're both partners in life and all effort goes into helping the other.

Jacob liked to message his wife Bethany when she was outside having a smoke or on the phone with friends. He would tease her with with his requests, hoping they would be inciting and arousing enough for her to come back in the house and play with him and his fat body. It was 8am and Bethany had sneaked out of bed, not to wake him. He took up over half of the king sized bed, using body pillows as dams for his obese body. He loved being fat.

This particular morning, he was messaging her to create a grocery order, daring her to get the most fattening items she could find - knowing that she would be insistent that he finished everything before it went bad. Her strategy was to get all perishable items, like cakes from the bakery instead of brand name cookies. It forced him to consume everything quicker.

Life over the last decade had thrown them curveballs. Having met on a fat fetish website, everyone looked forward to their updates, as they were quite active in the community. They were sure that Jacob was going to be impossibly huge, given his discovery of a female feeder at his disposal so early in life, and his sincere sexual desire to become too fat to move.

But life with the fetish isn't always the perfect fantasy. Jacob had to deal with the usual stress of life and would put his gaining on the back burner. His girlfriend (at the time) and feeder, Bethany, would always defer to what he wanted. If life became too stressful, and becoming fatter was the last thing on his mind, she never pushed it.

Life went back and forth. It was either, "feed me until I scream for help" or "I don't want to think about it".

She adapted to his mood throughout the years.

At this point life had taken a turn again. He worked from home and his gluttony began to take over. Bethany loved this. He found joy in getting groceries delivered. But he enjoyed it way more when she made the shopping list. She would order pastries and cakes and heavy cream on top of the usual order. He always had the last say, but would almost order her to create a grocery list of all the items she wanted him to consume.

He was obvious with his hints. An Amazon package arrived one day with a huge funnel and tube. She opened the box and raised her eyebrow as she asked, "planning on having a beer chugging party?"

He put his hands on his belly and chuckled as he said, "... not beer..."

As mentioned previously, he was obvious with his hints. Given the funnel and tube he ordered, she knew to add heavy cream... and given the holiday season, eggnog, to the list.

She secretly loved him working from home. He ate constantly. She wanted to see him get as big as possible, so she knew the tricks. He'd ask what food there was in the house. She'd give him a basic answer and deny his request for take out. He would grunt annoyingly as he created some kind of gigantic meal from the leftovers in the house. Then, once he finished his meal, she would order food. He didn't pick up on the strategy, but since he enjoyed it, he didn't care to. Time passing was a thing he didn't seem to notice, especially when it came to his appetite. She'd order food right after he finished a feast. He would stuff himself thoroughly with the order, then be confused why he was so full. She'd have to remind him, "well, you did finish a big meal before take out arrived."

He always looked surprised... "you mean, that wasn't hours ago? I... I'm still hungry."

She would smile and say, "you want something sweet now, don't you?"

He'd lick his fat lips and burp loudly, then say, "yes, ice cream. Sprinkle cinnamon on top, it's healthy."

Bethany would laugh with that statement. A full bowl of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, spilling over the edges, and yet... adding cinnamon would make it healthy? She didn't care. If he wanted to believe that, he could. She just wanted him to get fatter.

She placed a grocery order... enough for a family of five - knowing it was going into a belly of one. Since he fluctuated in his gaining desire over the last decade, she knew this was the open window to make him huge. But she had to do it quickly... given his speedy change in mindset over the years.

At over 350lbs, Jacob was big in the scheme of things. But it wasn't nearly big enough. His whole life he had the desire to become too fat to move. Even as a child, he played games where he was too big to leave the plastic play house during recess. It was just a hint of his adult desire to become immobilized with fat.

She played with him mentally; making sure he ate so much that he was surprised it even happened. He'd eat a full meal and forget so easily that she could trick him into eating a second or third lunch. Daylight savings time helped. It got dark so much earlier that even though he had eaten a full, multiple plate, dinner... darkness fell and she could convince him that it was hours ago, as she presented him with another couple plates of food.

She didn't feed him, because she didn't need to. He would eat himself into a coma without her help. Feeding him was a treat... and he had to be laid on his back, belching loudly to make room, before she even considered it. She wanted him to beg. Him, laying on his recliner, stuffed like a hog, burping every few minutes, rubbing his belly... lifting it with his fat hands to drop it, just watching it jiggle down, teasing his fatpad which surrounded his dick.

She'd watch from the couch. If he ate this well without needing to be fed, then she'd wait until he couldn't eat any longer before she stepped in.

This was one of those nights. The funnel he had ordered sat on a chair in the living room, not being used. Bethany was waiting for the perfect moment. On this particular night, Jacob had consumed so much food that he was lapsing in and out of consciousness in his recliner. She looked over at him and smiled. She knew this was her chance to sneak into the kitchen and make a quick weight gain shake to surprise him. She wanted him to wake up with the tube in his mouth, helpless to stop the fattening fluid as it filled his already stuffed belly. While she combined the heavy cream, weight gain powder, ice cream, and milk in the blender; she realized a surprise was impossible with the inevitable noise. She shrugged her shoulders and thought, "well, I'm sure hearing the blender and noticing the funnel is no longer on the chair will be surprise enough for him."

When she turned it on to mix up his 5000 calorie shake, she heard him snort in the living room - obviously waking up suddenly. But he stayed silent.

She poured the shake into the funnel, being sure to block the tube with her thumb once it was filled. A little bit spilled in the sink, but given that this was her first time filling up a feeding funnel, she wasn't too bothered by it. Balancing the shake in the funnel, she tip toed back into the living room. His eyes met hers immediately. He looked greedy, and ready to go above and beyond to chug it down. When they made eye contact, neither had to say anything.

Bethany had already taken her arms out of her bathrobe so she could hold the tube and funnel, so it was easy as she dropped her bathrobe to reveal a dark navy blue, baby-doll style lingerie set. His hungry eyes sparked with a sexual hunger on top of his permanent gluttonous hunger, and they darted back and forth from her to the funnel she held.

She approached him and placed her hand on his belly. It was still hard and bloated from what he had eaten throughout the day. She was about to place the tube into his excited mouth, but instead asked, "You're still very full. Are you sure you can fit this?"

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, almost daring him.

His fat hand reached up and grabbed the tube from her. He wasn't quick enough to get it into his mouth and a little bit of the shake fell onto his breasts, but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and drank as fast as he could as she held the funnel up above him. It only took a few minutes until the funnel was half empty. He reached for the tube, placing his thumb on the end of it to save what was left. A loud wet belch escaped his lips. He groaned. His free hand reached down to his swollen belly and he pressed it, forcing more air out with every burp. Bethany could only watch as she held the funnel up above him. She wanted to stand between his legs, hovering over his huge body - leaning over him, kissing and rubbing his fat as she teased the sensitive flesh deep between his rolls. She almost decided to put the funnel back in the kitchen, balancing it on something to keep the other half of the shake in it. But Jacob grabbed it again before she could make the decision. He swallowed as quickly as he could. Luckily the funnel itself was transparent - he would look up at it every few seconds to see how much was left. As the fattening fluid disappeared down the funnel, he seemed to get more greedy, gulping it down faster and faster.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. There was still a little bit of the shake in the tube, but he could feel the fullness in his belly and the pain of being so gluttonous that he could barely breathe. He had to stop. The small amount left fell down his chins and he dropped the tube. Luckily Bethany still held the funnel, and she caught it before the droplets fell on the floor.

Holding it in one hand, she leaned down towards Jacob. He continued to belch and she quickly rubbed what she could of his belly as she said teasingly, "You out-did yourself. I'll be right back fat boy."

He moaned. He loved when she called him fat. The more derogatory, the better. He wanted to be called a pig, a glutton, a fat fuck - and every time she indulged his enjoyment of humiliation, he found himself pulsing with pleasure.

She came back into the room with a wet paper towel and gently began to clean off the cream that fell from the tube. It dribbled down his lips, flowing down his chins. Bits of it were in-between his fat hairy breasts. She was erotic with her cleaning - teasing his nipples as she seductively told him what a messy fat hog he was. She had cleaned him thoroughly, but he was, yet again, floating in and out of a food coma. He sensed her walking away and jolted awake. She held up the dirty paper towel and assured him, "I'm just throwing this out, I'll be right back."

She heard the slight squeek of the recliner as he laid his head back down again.

She threw out the paper towel in the kitchen, then momentarily reflected on the last hour. She was lucky. The desire to be with such a gigantic man was rare - nevermind finding a man who would do anything to become as fat as he could. She had fattened men up before, when she had first discovered her unusual desire. But they didn't enjoy it. They did it for her attention, and not because they wanted it as well. As a result, they didn't gain nearly the amount she was attracted to, and the relationships never lasted. She smiled, knowing she chose the right man over a decade and a half ago. He was right there, laying in their living room, burping and moaning. She knew he was rubbing his belly without even needing to look into the room.

Another thought crossed her mind in this short reverie... his dreams. She was a light sleeper, and many times over the years she'd hear him groan in his sleep and whisper, "I'm so fat. More... more..."

She would always awake suddenly, but smiled. How lucky to have a man who really dreamed of being obese; who had no limit to how fat he wanted to get.

It had only been a few seconds, but in her brain, she thought she was standing in the kitchen dreaming for at least a couple minutes. Him moaning in the other room brought her out of her daydream and reminded her that he deserved a belly rub. She withheld it when he didn't eat enough. A slight dominance within her made sure that his reward of physical and sexual pleasure had to be earned.

She walked back into the living room and stood at his feet. He was reclined as much as he could be. His thick fat hands were already engaged in vigorously massaging his impossibly full stomach. His eyes were closed and she watched. He was so full that he wasn't exactly conscious. It reminded her of his dreams... and she wanted to say, "Yes, you are fat. And you're getting so much fatter."

She couldn't resist. Tip toeing over to his side she whispered this into his ear. He smirked and opened his eyes. She was leaning over him and he looked at her pert breasts almost spilling out of the lingerie. He reached with his fat hand and grabbed one. Moaning he said, "come closer."

She stepped away from his side and moved between his legs. Being reclined blocked her, so he grabbed the remote and lowered the foot rest. She moved closer, her hands on his thighs. He reached down and lifted his belly. The fat of his groin hid most of him, but she saw the head of his dick, hard and pulsing, almost trying to escape the fat that encased it. She got on her knees... and his eyes were wide with excitement.

[charliefeeder]

1. Welcome to University - Part 1

Hey everyone! I really hope you all enjoy this first glimpse into the universe. I’m planning to turn this into a massive, long-term project packed with absolutely everything we love in the feederism and gainer community—from heavy stuffing and deep rumbles to lots of physical adoration. This is just the beginning, so get ready for a wild ride! I’d love to hear your thoughts, so don't be shy and leave a comment!

Charlie was smart and driven, but he was financially ruined. Drowned in debt, he ended up enrolling in “Univoresity,” an educational institution surrounded by rumors as alluring as they were terrifying: bare-minimum admission requirements, a near-total disappearance rate, and, for the few survivors, unimaginable wealth.

The admission process was shockingly fast. Barely two hours after submitting the online form, he received a notification:

Subject: Housing Assignment.

Single Instruction: Remain on campus for four years. Upon completion, you will graduate with honors.

There were no orientation sessions, no brochures to pick a major, and no booklists.

At dawn the next day, a black limousine was already waiting in front of his house. Charlie tried to pry some information out of the driver, anxious to know more about his destination, but it was in vain; they didn't exchange a single word during the entire ride. After several hours of travel and passing through an automated security checkpoint, the vehicle pulled up in front of a massive, ancient building.

The driver unloaded the luggage and handed him a set of keys. It was then that he broke his silence for the first and last time:

—None of these open the main gate. Leaving is forbidden.

Before Charlie could talk back, the man got into the car and drove away. Confused, he checked his phone for a signal, but the screen read “No Service.” The only available connection was the building's Wi-Fi, the password for which was engraved into the metal of the keys.

Later, once settled into his room, he collapsed onto the bed. The loneliness began to fuel his doubts: “No roommates, no welcome committee, no schedules… I don’t even know what I’m supposed to study. This place is f*ck*ng weird.” However, he soothed his anxiety by remembering the alarming simplicity of the initial message. “I just must let four years pass. It’ll be easy,” he comforted himself.

He fell into a deep sleep, but his rest was short-lived. Without warning, an unbearable electronic buzzing ripped through the silence. Charlie bolted out of bed and flipped on the lamp. He tracked down the strident source of the noise until he discovered it was coming from a neon sign hidden beneath his mattress. Its blinking lights flashed an imperative message: “Activate Wi-Fi.”

Although he usually slept with his phone turned off, the urgency of the situation forced him to power it on. As soon as the device paired with the network, the screen lit up with a new email:

Subject: Welcome to “Univoresity.”

Important Information: You have been assigned to team “Snacks.” Proceed to the dining hall to meet your leader (see attached map).

Warning: Do not take longer than thirty minutes. Otherwise, you will forfeit your spot.

“You will forfeit your spot.” In a place where disappearing was the norm, those words resonated like a death sentence. Charlie got ready against the clock; he showered in seconds and threw on his clothes with the same urgency. Within fifteen minutes, he was out the door.

Guided by the attached map, it didn’t take him long to find the dining hall, arriving with five minutes to spare. As he pushed open the heavy door, the sight stopped him dead in his tracks: it was a display of utter, unbridled opulence. Atop a row of pristine granite counters sat countless trays packed with an endless feast. Pastas, glistening meats, Asian-style stews, fresh fruits, and elaborate desserts mingled in the thick air, creating an aroma so exquisite it made Charlie’s stomach growl.

Incapable of resisting the temptation, he reached out toward the nearest dish. But before his fingers could even brush the food, a sharp command cut through the air:

—Don't you dare touch a thing!

Charlie whipped around. At the far end of the room, a man was moving forward with a slow, elegant stride, fully aware of the impact of his presence. His appearance was commanding: he towered over Charlie by a head and dressed with a sort of rugged elegance; he wore black jeans ripped at the knees, matching shoes, and an exclusive analog watch on his left wrist. His shirt was left completely unbuttoned, unapologetically revealing a prominent, firm belly covered by a light dusting of body hair.

Yet, his face was the most magnetic thing about him, possessing a near-celestial symmetry. He had a deep, feline gaze, framed by thick eyebrows that scanned the room like a predator closing in on its prey. His blonde hair, wavy and slightly tousled, fell across his forehead in perfect balance, while a well-groomed beard contoured his lips, accentuating his masculine features.