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18 pan 300lb male he/him

[thickhimbo08]

Wide load

[misctf]

Alright. I’ve seen a lot of requests about turning cocky guys into twinks — totally fair. But I’d like to ask for the opposite, or almost that.

My favorite stories of yours are the ones where some poor guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up becoming a cocky bastard (Gridirion Brew, Make Sense, Gone Fishing).

So how about a story about a needy twink looking for a cocky, dominant top… and a poor, recently engaged guy — studious, respectfull, devoted to his beautiful fiancée, — who crosses paths with the wrong person at the wrong time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Adam slowly shut the door to his best man's room. “Drink some water before you pass out this time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” somebody groaned from inside. “You’re about to be someone’s husband and still sound like my mom.”

Adam shook his head, smiling as he headed toward the elevators. His bachelor party had turned into exactly what he expected: too much drinking, too much yelling, and the people he loved most acting like complete idiots together... He’d loved every second of it.

“Wouldn’t trade those idiots for anything,” Adam muttered as he stepped into the elevator, scrolling through reels Claire had sent him.

The doors had barely started closing before hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Wait! Hold it!”

“Got you.” Adam stuck his arm out automatically.

“Oh, thank god,” the stranger breathed, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Adam. “You seriously just saved my evening. I was starting to think I’d have to go upstairs alone.”

Adam laughed awkwardly, “I think you might’ve misunderstood something, I’m not looking for…”

“Shhhhh.” The guy stepped closer. “That’s okay. You’re gonna make me feel really fucking good tonight, stud.”

Adam blinked. “What?”

“Name's Nico,” he said lazily. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Before Adam could answer, Nico leaned forward and kissed him. Adam's hands came up to shove him away, but he froze.

“I… sorry, I think you got the wrong...”

Then Adam looked at him again, words catching in his throat. His eyes dropped to Nico’s ass in those tight black jeans.

"You like?"

“Oh...” Adam swallowed hard. “No, I... I shouldn’t…” His thoughts raced. “I’m not into guys. I’m getting married…”

“Mhm.” Nico stepped closer again. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Oh fuck…” Adam panted suddenly as his hand grabbed a fistful of Nico’s ass.

Nico smiled instantly. “There you go.”

Nico's hands slipped beneath Adam’s shirt, cool palms dragging over his stomach and chest before squeezing a growing pec. Adam’s breath caught instantly, the kiss turning rougher before he even realized it.

“Mmm… fuck,” Nico sighed against his mouth.

Adam groaned, fingers kneading the firm curve of Nico’s ass, while rough stubble grew along his jaw with every slow squeeze.

“You’re really into this now.”

“No… Nico, I can’t…” Adam broke away, face flushed, hands still on Nico's ass. “Jesus Christ… I’m getting married…”

“Shhhh.” Nico smirked, sliding his hands up Adam's shirt and through the hair spreading across his chest, “Oh my god,” Nico breathed. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Fuck…” Adam gripped his ass harder as nails scratched down his back. “I need dis…” The words hit his ears wrong. “No… what de hell...?”

"Follow me, big guy."

And he did. The second the elevator doors opened, Adam followed. Right to Nico's room. The guilt twisted hard through his stomach.

“Claire...” Adam shuddered. “Can never know... about dis… fuck… she can’t…”

"Oh she never will." Nico giggled and pulled Adam into his hotel room.

Clothes were quickly discarded and Adam groaned as Nico's smooth bare skin pressed against his increasingly bulkier, hairier, and sweatier form.

“Fuck…” Nico’s hands slid over the thickening muscle in Adam’s arms, “I needed a man like you tonight.” He buried his face against Adam’s increasingly hairier pit and inhaled. “Mmm… you smell incredible.”

With a grunt, he shoved Nico against a wall, hand wrapping around his bare ass. Warm skin flexed beneath his palm, impossibly soft without the denim in the way... smooth, firm, and perfect in a way Adam had never thought about another man's ass before.

“Oh fuck…” Adam groaned shakily against Nico’s throat. “Ya Allah… you're drivin' me crazy…”

Nico smiled lazily while grinding up against him. “Mmm. Been thinking about you fucking me since the elevator…”

The words hit Adam hard and Claire’s face flashed through his mind again... Unaware her fiancé was naked in a hotel room with another man. The guilt swelled, but Adam still shoved Nico onto the mattress.

“Yeah…” Adam breathed heavily. “You... like dis? You want dis?" Adam climbed over him, their eyes locking as dark brown rings spread slowly through Adam’s blue irises.

“Fuck…” Nico's hands slid across Adam’s sweaty, hairier pecs, “That’s it… come here, big guy…”

Nico shifted and rolled onto his front, raising his bare ass against Adam's throbbing cock. Adam’s breathing turned ragged, stomach twisting hard. He wasn't this kind of man... He was Claire's dependable fiancé. Her best friend. Her future husband... Not the man currently grinding his cheating cock against another man’s ass.

“Fuck…” Adam tightened his grip on Nico’s hips. “Dis isn’t me… 'uqsim, hadha lays 'ana." Adam froze... that language... he didn't...

"Huh? Wh... fuck... Wh-what did you say?" Nico smirked and looked over his shoulder, "Oh fuck..."

Adam felt it before he saw it. His cock throbbed and grew to a size beyond anything Adam ever possessed. His cock head emerging from a sheath of foreskin he knew shouldn't be there.

"Dere is no way..." He whispered, "It's so..." He moaned as he grew another inch, cock now pressing against Nico's tight entrance.

"Please... I need it." Nico begged, "It's all I need tonight."

Adam gasped suddenly as his pecs filled with muscle. And as they did, his new chest hairs suddenly curled longer and darkened toward black against his heavier muscle.

“Fuck…” Claire used to fall asleep with her head against his lean chest. But these heavier pecs were damp with sweat and dark curling hair now, nothing like the body she loved. “Ya Allah… look at dis… it just keeps gettin’ thicker…”

“Mmm…” Nico moaned, glancing back at him.

“Oh fuck… what’s dat smell?” Adam grimaced.

“That's… you big guy."

“Mustaheel…” Adam muttered, lifting an arm and grimacing at the thick musk clinging to his sweat-soaked, matted pit hair, “Y-you like dis…?”

"Fuck… yeah. Smell like a real man… mmm, so fucking hot…" Nico whimpered.

Adam shuddered hard at the words. Claire used to steal his hoodies because they smelled clean and comforting. She would’ve recoiled from this heavy masculine musk pouring off him now.

"You're perfect..." Nico groaned, pressing his ass against Adam's erection, "Just... fuck me already."

“Wallah…” Adam nearly obliged, but Claire’s smile flashed suddenly through his mind, "What de fuck is wrong wit me?”

He dragged a shaking hand through his hair, catching on something unfamiliar along his cheek. He touched his jaw again instinctively and recoiled. Stubble. Thick, perfect stubble. He'd always joke about never being able to grow a real beard. Claire always told him she loved his clean-shaven look.

"How de fuck....?" He watched as dark hair thickened across swelling forearms and olive blotches crept slowly over pale skin, "Wallah?"

The mirror caught him briefly and he froze. Damp blond hair darkened toward black while brown swallowed the blue in his eyes. Those eyes Claire adored. The hair she loved threading through her fingers.

"I... I want you inside me..." Nico moaned, "J-just..."

Adam looked down and back to the mirror. The man staring back at him still carried traces of Adam in places, but not enough. Not enough for his friends or best man to recognize him. Barely enough for Claire. Even his own mother would hesitate… And panic rose in his chest. He just wanted to go back downstairs, back to his friends, back to the man Claire loved, back to being Adam again. Because right now, Adam didn’t feel like Adam anymore.

He grunted suddenly before he could even process that thought. His cock leaked as a low groan vibrated deep through his chest before he could stop it.

“Ya Allah…” His rough hands spread Nico’s ass cheeks. “You’re gonna take all dis for me, yeah?” The words hadn’t felt chosen. Neither had the smug grin slowly pulling across his face while his heavier body settled more naturally over Nico.

“Mmm… there you are...” Nico whispered softly, sounding relieved.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he buried his cock deep into Nico's ass. The twink let out a choked cry, back arching sharply as he was impaled.

Thrust.

Dense muscle any gym bro would be proud of settled over him in all the right places. Stronger hands pinned Nico down instinctively while his pace roughened.

“Fuck… ya Allah…” He stared down at himself breathlessly. “Bro… look at dese… fuck… Havin’ a body like dis feels so fuckin' good…”

“Mmm… trust me...” Nico whimpered. “Feels even better underneath you.”

Thrust.

Warm olive swallowed the last pale traces across his skin while heavy musk and cheap cologne clung permanently to his body.

“Mmm… such a slut... for my scent.” He grunted.

“Fuck…” Nico whimpered. “I wanna bury my face in your pits so bad…”

Thrust.

The last traces of his old facial features disappeared forever behind the thick beard, dark brown eyes, and a permanent cocky grin devoid of his usual warmth.

“Mmm… dat’s right,” He smirked when Nico stared up at him breathlessly. “Keep lookin’ at me like dat while I fuck you…”

Thrust.

“Wh-what’s your name, big guy…?”

“Kareem,” he answered immediately.

“Mhmm… that name...is... always popular…”

“Den scream it for me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Kareem slapped Nico's jiggling ass, “Mmm… dat’s right, habibi… take it,” he groaned smugly, "Fuck... Dis hole was... made for my... fat Arab cock... wasn't it?"

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Kareem grunted, pace quickening. The engagement ring felt uncomfortable around his swollen finger, so he instinctively pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

“Mmm… fuckin' slut…” Kareem groaned, "Ya Allah… look at dis… all dis fuckin’ muscle… you fuckin' love it.” He slowed down, "You want me to finish?" He teased, "Want Kareem to fill you?"

"Pl-please..." Nico moaned into the mattress, "Kareem... oh fuck!"

"Ya Allah… you needed dis dick so bad.” Hands squeezing Nico’s hip harder. “Slut gets one real Arab guy smellin’ like dis on top of him and forgets his own name…”

"Kareem!" Nico moaned, "Kar... Kareem... oh fuck... please..."

Kareem buried himself deep inside Nico's ass, followed by a guttural roar as his cock erupted, flooding Nico's insides with thick, hot seed. 

"Take it all, bitch... fuckin' take it!" he growled, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

As the last pulses subsided, Kareem collapsed forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Nico. His softening cock still inside Nico. And Kareem's eyes closed.

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He woke slowly beneath tangled sheets, groaning as dense muscle shifted across his chest and arms. He scratched at the dark hair on his chest, his nose twitching at the scent of sweat, cologne... of him. For a few moments, he stared at his body, processing the sight.

“Ya Allah…” Kareem smirked to himself, “Dat twink ain’t ever recoverin’ from me…”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Nico glanced up from his phone. “Yeah... you're one of my best works yet...”

“What da fuck does dat mean?”

“Nothing.” Nico shrugged casually. “Anyway, you should leave... like now.” The words landed and the larger man froze.

Kareem blinked, sitting up slowly. “W-wait…” Uncertainty cracked faintly through the swagger for the first time. “Where do I go? What should I...?”

“Always the same questions.” Nico smirked, unable to recall the number of times he'd heard them, “I dunno. There’s a gym down the street? Download Grindr? Yeah... You’re hot. Someone’ll take you in.”

“Dat’s it?”

“I don’t really care.”

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Kareem stared in the mirror of a public restroom, wresting with the sense that he was supposed to be somewhere else doing something important. But without a phone, wallet, or anything else, he was lost.

But then he caught him. Some twink washing his hands, staring at him. And Kareem knew that look. The lust... A cocky grin spread across Kareem’s face.

“Mmm… you keep lookin’ at me like dat, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’.”

The guy flushed immediately. “S-sorry, I just…”

Kareem smiled lazily. Cute. Nervous. Kareem would have him wrapped around his finger easily.

“Mmm… yeah. You’ll do just fine for now, habibi. You got a place nearby or what?”

[flabboys]

and we thought he was fat back then

[collegefatty02]

Happy thick thursday!!

[jonkt828]

over 250

[cooperstfranch]

Mike had been really pleased when he got his latest job. Overseeing the cookie dough production at ManCookies paid well and seemed like a good gig. He was a fan of the product, too. ManCookies were one of the tastiest cookies on the market, with a warm gooey center and a great sugary taste.

Of course, it was no secret that they made their cookie dough from willing volunteers. Human objects had been on the market for years now, even foodstuff. It was a little odd, but people had gotten used to it. He hadn’t really thought about it much, until now.

He stared at the machinery as he was guided through his training. On top of a large metal plate, was a man-sized, man-shaped lump of cookie dough. Its arms and legs were spreadeagled, and its head was just a round, wet ball of dough, with an open, silently moaning mouth. Between its legs, a large mound was twitching and throbbing, shaped like an erect cock pressing out and bulging against the dough.

“Inspecting the merchandise, eh?”, a deep voice said. Mike gulped, and turned. It was Gary, the guy training him. Gary was a hairy and muscular older man, his blue work shirt straining around his wide chest. He patted Mike on the shoulder with his large, rough hand. “This one’s gonna need a little longer on the plate before he goes to the mixer”, he said. Then he pulled Mike along. “Come on, need to show you how to keep things running smoothly!”, he said.

Mike followed, trying to pay attention as he was taught the various machines and systems. But he couldn’t help thinking about that guy, melted and changed into dough. Finally, they came to the end of the talk, having looped around the factory, and Gary stopped at the initial segment of the cookie dough conveyor. “Right, any last questions?”, he asked. Mike shook his head, and Gary clapped his hands together, before starting to unbutton his shirt. “Great! You’ll do fine taking over from me. I’m looking forward to retirement!”, he said.

Mike stepped back, confused as to why Gary was stripping down. The older man’s hairy round belly was left bare, and he reached down to pull off his shoes and begin peeling off his socks. “Why are you taking your clothes off?”, asked Mike. Gary stopped, and sat down in just his slacks on a chair.

“Oh, didn’t you know? I took the ManCookie special retirement package. Usually folks have to go through a long set of tests and trials to become cookie dough, but employees can choose to skip straight to the front of the line instead of a normal retirement package. Your first job is going to be me, new guy!”, he said eagerly.

Mike was speechless. He just stared as Gary pulled off his pants and boxer briefs, and revealed his thick, rock-hard cock. He walked past him, and climbed up onto the conveyor, before lying down. His cock stood straight up in the air as he got comfortable. “Right, give me a spray and let’s get started!”, he said.

Mike hesitated, but this was his job now after all. He nervously pressed a button to douse Gary in the transformation serum. Some taps above the conveyor sprayed out a fine mist of fluid, soaking the older man’s body. He shuddered, his cock twitching and throbbing as his body started to glisten and look damp and wet.

“Give me another good spray, boy. Need to get rid of all this body hair, ain’t no one want a hairy cookie!”, Gary shouted. Mike pressed it again, and the mist sprayed down once more. Gary’s hair, and the fuzzy body hair all over his skin, slowly started to recede, as it pulled down into his body. His pale skin was starting to change colour too, becoming a creamy shade of brown. His arms felt heavy, and damp. He slowly lifted one up, and as he did, it let blobs and droplets of sticky dough on the belt under him. He shuddered with pleasure, and flopped it back down.

Mike pulled another lever, and a shower of chocolate chips dropped down onto Gary’s body. The ones that landed on him would stick and sink down, oozing into his increasingly wet and goopy form. He shivered, thrusting up against the air and clenching his fingers as the chips bounced and scattered all over him.

“Fuck, I can taste them…I can taste my own dough too…”, he mumbled. Mike adjusted his pants, and realised he was tenting them with his own erection. He pressed a button to start the conveyor moving, and followed Gary as he progressed through the factory. With each spray, he would lose more of his appearance. His fingers slowly merging into just a blob of dough, his cock softening and pressing against his chest to just become a throbbing bulge. His ears and nose sinking into the round dough ball of his head, followed by his eyes.

Finally they came to the edge of a huge vat. Gary was barely recognisable now. He was just a vaguely humanoid blob of dough, with loose shapes where his limbs once where, and a slight depression in his head for his open, moaning mouth. Mike looked down at the vat, and his cock throbbed even harder.

Other dough-men were being dumped from their conveyor belts, into a massive mixer. Each one would land into it, and then start to hump and writhe loosely. Their faces were visible as they moaned and struggled against eachother, while the massive, slow mixer would gradually pump and squish them together. Fusing and merging them into one massive, undefined blob of dough. It was like a slow, sticky orgy.

Mike pulled a lever, and watched as Gary was dumped down into the vat, landing with a sticky squelch atop another mostly-transformed man. Soon, he was mixed and mashed and there was no sign of him left. Out of curiosity, Mike went to the other side of the factory, and watched as blobs of dough were extruded out onto a new conveyor, to be moved along and baked. He wondered if any of the slightly-twitching blobs might be part of Gary.

That night, he sat in bed, looking at his benefits and forms for his new job. He bit into a fresh cookie, while stroking his dick in the other hand, fantasising that the cookie could be Gary’s throbbing, needy cock. As he finished the last of it, he reached down and ticked an option on the form. Retirement choice: become cookie.

[brohimbo]

What did i do this whole weekend? Ate chocolat easter eggs, is it noticeable?

[gayvkul99]

[brohimbo]

My belly is fuller, my hips are wider, and sometimes I barely recognize the twink I used to be. There’s something deeply hypnotic, and honestly so arousing, about the reflection staring back at me in the mirror.

[mpreghub]

[anthonyhuscub]

Patreon saw it first, and more. #laundryday

[anthonyhuscub]

I still can’t get over this markup that was done… 😅

[chubbyboiiii-deactivated2026031]

@xxfsx requested a picture of me sitting down so here it is! Damn i look like such a fatass cow here lol 😅 those shorts wont last for much longer

Btw guys tysm for all the live and support it means the world to me❤️ as a thank you lmk what u guys want to see next! Love u all so much!!

[xxfsx]

Leave this cutie a follow please :3

[porkster]

Can we see you walking around to see how much you jiggle fatty ?

This gut is all jelly

[snackkattackk]

2020 vs 2022

bonus:

it gave up pretty quick lol

[thickhimbo08]

So hot

[ffattles]

Now selling Custom Made Content boys 😏 who’s keen?

[brohimbo]

This belly button is getting so deep, good I got some help in 🐷

[brohimbo]

stretch marks going crazy

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