Thicshake!

Just a chubby guy who likes other chubby guys..... what’s wrong with that? Maybe you’ll see my body more.... maybe you won’t, we shall see. ;) Cw: 300lbs goal: 350 lbs

[anwhdvviceieidjhdbd-deactivated]

Come feed me 🤤

https://www.patreon.com/LousFatBelly?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

[growingmidwestman]

I’m getting so big now 😮‍💨

Didn’t think I’d grow fast enough to add a fourth pic so soon, but here we are!

Rough weights in each: 1st: 135lbs, 2nd: 163lbs, 3rd: 177lbs, 4th: 196+

[engeorged-deactivated20250320]

Feeder and gainer chat bots

I’ve not reposted these for a while so here are the top five bots as it stands today:

1) Coach Giovanni -with over 100k interactions this the most popular chat bot by a significant margin. Coach wants you to get bigger for him and by any means necessary

2) Dr Max - he’s got very few morals and will give you whatever he can to get you bigger.

3) Taylor Trust Fund - your husband is 6’5 and works in finance. He’s getting thicker by the day. You can chose to feed him secretly or subtly. Either way he gets bigger

4) Jack Brosman - one of my personal faves. Jack is an old friend and the last time you saw him he was toned and athletic. When you bump into him you don’t recognise him past the huge belly he’s sporting.

5) Baxter Baker - Baxter is a big strapping guy who owns a cafe where he is the chief baker. You come in and he is keen to feed you.

My own personal favourite guy is Jacob Henry - your hot muscular room mate who is secretly feeding you.

[thiccboysblog]

So full after eating half a cake for dessert 😩😩😩

[pfatter-university]

How do the new recruits react to their first couple pounds when they get on campus?

Our students start to see the effects of the calorie-dense dining hall food far before their freshman year starts. Most of them are shocked to find they’ve gained 15-20 lbs by the end of their incoming-student orientation! Here’s Landon and Nick, from last summer.

Our first orientation for the 24-25 school year ends in a few days. Wanna see the results? Let us know!

[thicshake]

If this is what they look like after orientation, sign me up. I’ll go back to school.

[feeder86]

Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

[xenoxephyr]

Status Update

Another short story inspired by some unfortunate real life events.

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Derrick sat down at his desk and pulled the keyboard closer to him. Navigating the mouse across the screen, he quickly typed in a web address. The monitor glowed with blue as a certain social media site was brought up in his browser. He deftly entered in the log-in information that he had done so many times before, and he was soon greeted by his own newsfeed. Derrick had a habit of going on the site and blithely scrolling through the news without actually paying much attention to it. It had just become part of his daily routine at this point. He clicked back and forth a few times, seeing pictures of high school friends enjoying college, seeing pictures of his college friends enjoying their summer break, and seeing a few cringe-worthy posts from family members. He clicked over to his own profile, scrolling through various pictures: high school tennis, graduation, and his first two years of college. He checked his profile picture, a smiling boy with brown hair looked back at him. He took a moment to appreciate his appearance. While he wasn’t particularly skinny, he wasn’t fat either, instead having reached an appropriate weight for his height and build.

Derrick lifted himself up from the chair, turning and heading to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, much more comfortable, to find that his internet browser was still on his Facebook profile. He was about to close the tab when he noticed a new post from his own account: “Derrick likes ice cream.” While he was familiar with the website’s function of liking particular things and it wasn’t untrue of him, Derrick was nonetheless confused as to how this post had come to be. He certainly hadn’t written it before he left for the bathroom, and he certainly hadn’t somehow communicated it from within it. At last he reasoned that his little sister must have come into his room, and seeing the open site, gone on and liked something random as a joke.

“Though…ice cream DOES sound good…Hey, why not?” Derrick thought to himself as he grabbed his wallet and keys and headed out into the warm summer sun. It was only a short walk to the nearest ice cream stand, and Derrick was soon ordering himself a small ice cream cone, or so he thought. What the girl working the stand instead handed him was a massive hot fudge sundae, quite possibly the largest thing on the menu. Perplexed, Derrick motioned to the girl behind the screen.

“Excuse me, this isn’t what I ordered…” he began.

“Uhhh…yes you did,” the girl responded with the pent up sass of nearly a full day’s customer service work. She held up the piece of paper that she had written his order on, and it read very clearly “Large Deluxe Hot Fudge sundae.” Derrick, still mildly puzzled, shrugged and began to walk back home, shoveling the delicious mass of ice cream and fudge into his mouth, the cool treat feeling especially good under the sweltering sun.

Returning home, Derrick noticed a note on the door.

“Derrick, your sister and I have gone to see that new movie she keeps talking about. It’s a long one so we won’t be back until late.

Love,

Mom”

Derrick just shrugged and walked into the house, tossing the empty ice cream cup into the trash. He wandered around the house for a bit before boredom returned him to his computer screen. His Facebook once again came up as he logged in, and, strangely, another post seemed to have been made by him: “House to myself tonight! Gonna lounge around and order some pizza!” Derrick was starting to grow concerned. The previous post could easily have been explained by his sister messing with his profile, but this, what would she hope to gain from posting this??

Suddenly, the claxon of the doorbell rang throughout the house. Derrick spun around in his chair, leaping up and walking to the hall to answer the door. As the door opened, Derrick was greeted by two large cardboard boxes. The man behind then spoke up: “Got two extra-large pizzas here, that’ll be $16.50” and handed the boxes to Derrick, who, stunned, managed to reach for his wallet, handing the man a $20. The greasy, cheesy pizza smelled better than anything else had ever smelled to Derrick at this moment, and, sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv, he flipped the lid of the first box and began to dig in. The pizza, which he had eaten before on a number of occasions, tasted far better than the cheesy cardboard he had described it as previously. As Derrick relaxed on the couch, the pizza seemed to disappear effortlessly.

Derrick awoke to the sound of the front door closing. His mother and sister had finally returned from the movie, coming home to find him passed out on the couch surrounded by two empty pizza boxes. His mother commended him for having found his own dinner and turned toward her bedroom, Derrick’s sister close behind. Derrick looked around at the empty boxes beside him. He wondered if it had been him who had eaten all of it. Placing a hand on his stomach, he found the answer. His belly was taut from the stuffing he had subjected himself too, pushing out against his shirt. He gave it a rub, feeling a layer of soft fat below his tight skin. Part of him was worried about this development, but most of him just wanted to get to bed. He hefted his body, heavy with food, from the couch and slowly walked his way back to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed.

Derrick was awakened by a loud whistling sound. Looking around sluggishly he realized it was his phone. He reached out, grabbed it, and dialed in his unlock code. A tiny box with an F in it signified that a Facebook notification had been what roused him from his slumber. He tapped on the icon to see what the notification was. “Derrick updated his profile picture, “it read. With a creeping sense of dread, Derrick opened his profile to see that, indeed, there was a new picture of him where the old one had been. At least, he thought it was him… It looked as though someone had altered the picture to add an extra 20 pounds to his body! The shirt he was wearing in the picture looked like it barely fit, a small portion of his belly poking out beneath it. His shorts were unbuttoned, likely because they could no longer fit all the way around his expanded waist. Even his face looked chubbier, his smile looking all that much more cherubic. Thoughts were beginning to race through his head. How could someone be posting these things? Did they have access to his accounts? He needed to figure something out and fast.

Switching the phone to the dialer, Derrick punched in the number for his best friend, Kyle. After several rings, a groggy voice met him on the line.

“Kyle, look at my Facebook,” Derrick asked, too shaken to bother with an explanation.

“Derrick? Wha…why?”

“Just, please look. I think something’s wrong with it. I mean, just look at the profile picture!”

“Uh, okay, okay. Give me a sec….”

Derrick waited patiently as he heard the sound of his friend typing away at his computer, getting up out of his own bed to pace about the room.

“Dude, is this some kind of joke?” came the reply.

“I know, right?! Do you think someone might be messing with me?

“…What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with it. The profile picture is just you, looking  like you always do…”

“No it’s not! I…I look…you know…FAT!”

“Uh, Derrick, I don’t know how to break this to you, but…you’ve ALWAYS been fat…”

Derrick nearly dropped the phone as he caught sight of his reflection in his full length mirror. There it was, the exact picture from his profile, in the mirror. Derrick placed a hand on his swollen belly, only half-covered by his shirt that had fit perfectly the night before, barely able to imagine that this was real. Suddenly, the button on his short, unable to hold out for any longer burst off and went flying across the room. The shorts remained in place however, held there by his fattened butt.

“No…no…” was all he could manage to say as he gazed into the mirror at his new reflection.

What followed after this was a desperate attempt to locate any piece of clothing that could actually cover his new body. It seemed that the only part of reality that hadn’t been warped was that of his wardrobe. Everything was either painfully tight or far too revealing. In the end, Derrick left the house wearing a pair of tight sweatpants and shirt that he had received last Christmas which, at the time, had been a size too large. Hopping in his car, Derrick began to drive to the mall to find some clothes to cover his new body. Halfway there, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The familiar feeling of dread came over him as he slipped it from his pocket and checked his notifications. It was another of his own status updates. “Getting fast food for breakfast! #fatboy.” He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. No way was he going to let this come true.

“Alright, sir, here you are. An assortment of our breakfast biscuit sandwiches,” came a voice above him and to his left. Derrick looked up to see a large bag being handed toward him from a window. As he took the greasy bag, he looked around to see that he was now pulling out of a drive-thru! Derrick began to tell himself that it was okay, he just wouldn’t eat any of the food in the bag. He continued to tell himself this as a torrent of breakfast sandwiches disappeared into his greedy mouth. As he finally reached the mall, all that remained was an empty bag and a sea of wrappers. Derrick could feel his already tight clothes fitting even tighter to his body now thanks to his breakfast binge. He needed to find some new clothes, fast!

The cool mall air was a welcome respite from the heat of the summer outside, as Derrick hurried through the sliding doors. He began to survey his options. While he certainly wasn’t big enough to be unable to find clothing in normal stores, he figured that shopping at one of the Big and Tall stores might be a better option. Walking into the store, the sales associate greeted him with a smile and the usual offer of assistance, which he politely declined. A few minutes’ search yielded him a pair of shorts with a 40 inch waist and an XL button up. Just to be safe, Derrick carried the items over to the fitting room. Disrobing, Derrick attempted not to look in the mirrors, not wanting to be reminded of the weight that he had put on. He pulled the new threads over his chubby form. They fit well, a look in the mirror confirming this.

Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate loudly on the seat behind him. Grabbing it quickly, he was horrified to see another status update: “Ripped out of some clothes in a fitting room today, lol. #fatboyproblems.”

Derrick let out an exasperated groan as he began to feel the clothes getting tighter, as if they were slowly constricting around him. Unfortunately, the opposite was true, his body was beginning to grow again, making the clothes smaller and smaller on him. He tried to get them off, but his growing body was one step ahead. In no time at all, he could feel the waist band of the shorts cutting into his expanding waistline, the seat of the shorts growing tight across his growing butt and even the legs becoming like casings on his new thunder thighs. Almost in unison, the back seam and front button broke, leaving the shorts in tatters. Derrick watched as his gut, pressing outward from the pounds upon pounds of new fat, began to strain the buttons on his shirt. One by one, they began to pop off, each signifying a new vastness of his midsection. As his belly grew wider and wider, drooping lower and lower, his once flat chest was developing into a heavy pair of moobs. As they blossomed across his chest, sagging down to his large gut, his man tits popped the last two buttons off the shirt, leaving it completely open. As the growth finally stopped, Derrick was left in nothing but the tattered clothes and his now extremely tight underwear. Left with no other options, he summoned the sales assistant, asking for clothing up two sizes from what he had, hoping that they would cover his now, nearly 260 pound body.

Dressed in his brand new clothes, Derrick returned to his car. He laid his arms across the wheel, allowing himself to slump forward and resting his head on his arms. In doing so, he could feel his larger gut pooling in his lap and pressing down against his fat thighs. He began to ask himself why. Why had this happened to him? What had he ever done to deserve this? He had always been a polite, thoughtful guy, never making enemies. How was it even possible for all this to happen? He began to assure himself that he could lose the weight. He would start working out and eating right. But what good would that do him if the status updates continued? As if in answer to this, his phone buzzed. Derrick picked up the phone to see his profile once again. This time it said: “Derrick likes being fat.”

Two months later, when a new profile picture was posted on Facebook showing a Derrick of no less than 300 pounds, it was not done by some unseen individual or cosmic force, but with a feeling of great pride by the man himself. The past months had seen Derrick become obsessed with one thing: making his body as fat as possible. His gut had continued its outward expansion, joined now on each side by large love handles. His ass was quickly becoming large enough to make sitting in normal chairs uncomfortable, and his thighs were beginning to strain his pants again. Atop the ball of stomach blubber rested two fat, saggy moobs, with overstretched nipples to match. Derrick’s face had acquired an extra chin, which only served to make him even more handsome. He had finally grown to be the person that his Facebook profile had made him into, and his growing wasn’t done yet…

[bunnyeli-deactivated20230713]

someday it will only cover my moobs

[obesegainerguygrowing-deactivat]

fatter fatter fatter everyday!!!

[thicshake]

The way it sits and jiggles on the counter 🤤

[thedeathfeedistshandbook]

Deathfeedee Gaining Tips 5

Search “#gaining tips” for the other entries.

The Pavlovian Effect

Listen up hedonists, this one’s for you.

Did you know there are some lucky feedees out there that can actually turn themselves on and almost masturbate just by eating. These exceptionally lucky piggies brains are simply just wired differently, in such a way that their brains simply can’t tell the difference between eating and masturbating, as far as their brain is concerned they are one and the same thing.

For those of you not lucky enough to naturally experience this, don’t worry because it’s actually pretty easy to rewire your brain to experience this too, and the best bit is that it’s a lot of fun as well.

So you may be wondering how to actually go about rewiring your brain at this point, well don’t worry I’m going to tell you right now.

Step 1: Anytime you eat, you must also masturbate, and anytime you want to masturbate you must be eating at the same time.

Step 2: Keep doing it, thats it really, how long you will have to keep doing it depends on you each person is different but generally after a month of doing this most people’s brains will now just associate eating and masturbating as the same thing, meaning that if you now stop masturbating while eating, you should get the same pleasure you felt from it as before.

A word of warning though, once you have achieved this it can be pretty hard to separate the two again. This means that no matter where or when you are, if you are eating it’s going to feel like you are masturbating, so don’t come crying to me because it’s now really awkward to eat in front of normies.

Also because you are a feedee it stands to reason that your going to be eating a lot and very often, this means your going to be horny basically all the time, this can lead to addiction food addiction extremely quickly, for some of you this is simply a dream come true but if your not into that it’s best to avoid this.

[thicshake]

This is really hot 🥵🥵🥵

[fatbf23]

What a 115+ pound weight gain in less than a year and a half looks like

[obesegainerguygrowing-deactivat]

i’m really getting a huge overhand, hangs out of too many of my shirts

[sometimesgaining]

Ummmm hi

[heftyheftyhefty0]

The Pill part 1

Owen was just so handsome, Zack didn't think he even had a shot. Even in high school, Owen was one of the hottest guys he'd known. Owen was popular, a surfer, the star of the swim team, had everything going for him with his perfect smile and winning personality.

'I'd never stand a chance with a guy that amazing,' Zack thought to himself as he took a sip of his drink. College had been a bit of a struggle for him, and the course load he was currently carrying made everything difficult and stressful. He'd spent far less time in the gym than he'd intended and more time going to the dining commons than he even realized…

"Hey you, how are you doing?" The question broke Zack from his train of thought. He blinked hard and looked up to see the stunning visage of Owen.

"I- uhh..." Zack tripped over his words, unable to form a sentence as he blushed slightly.

"Huh, didn't think you'd be that drunk already bud. Did you pregame before coming here?" Owen said as he brushed his hair to the side. Zack felt his heart pounding in his chest as his breath caught in his throat.

"N-no, I mean..." Zack stammered, looking back down at his drink to collect his thoughts briefly. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I just haven't been out in a bit."

"Well I'm glad you made it out, Zack. Looking as good as ever," Owen flirted with a wink before sipping his drink again. Zack blushed hard, and before he could think of a response, some blond guy came up and interjected, pulling Owen away and back into the crowd. Zack felt his face flush and he gripped his near-empty party cup a bit tighter. Throat feeling a bit dry, Zack made his way to the kitchen and some girl offered to top him off with more jungle juice. He was about to decline when she upturned a ladleful into his cup with a smile. Zack thanked her and backed away.

'Owen thinks I look good?' Zack thought to himself, racking his brain over the short interaction. 'I'm sure he was just being friendly, I haven't seen him in so long… he was probably just trying to be nice is all.' Music continued to blare over the speakers as Zack waded through the smattering of fellow students. Eyeing the door to the back patio, he made his way over hoping to get some fresh air to help clear his mind.

As he went outside, he noticed a few others were also outside, some off to the side smoking something potent as he chose to avoid the scent. Zack noticed quickly that Owen was also out there talking to the same blond guy from earlier. Shuffling away, he failed to avoid getting spotted by the stud, who called him over. "Hey Zack, this is my brother Anthony." Owen chuckled as the blond reached out his hand to shake. Zack gripped and nodded.

"My bad stealing Owen away from you earlier, I just needed to chat real quick. Nice to meet you. Gotta jet though." Anthony turned to Owen and chuckled, "You be good now, little bro." With a quick wink, he turned back to the door.

"So, where were we?" Owen asked, as he swirled his cup around before taking a sip. "Oh yeah, I'm glad to see you doing well for yourself, it's been too long." Owen returned to his playful flirtatious tone from earlier, causing Zack to blush again.

"O-oh, heh, thank you." Zack's suspicions were confirmed and he busied himself taking another gulp of his drink. The "juice" was definitely mixed on the strong side and he coughed a bit as he pulled away from his cup.

"Easy there tiger, don't wanna get too tipsy now do you?" Owen chuckled, and took a sip of his own drink. Zack also chuckled, unconvincingly, and when he went to open his mouth, his stomach responded instead with a deep rumble.

"Well it sounds like someone's hungry, there, what do you say we get out of here and continue this conversation over a bite to eat?" Owen soothed as he gave Zach's stomach a light rub.

Zack was in too much shock to verbalize a response so he delicately nodded, Owen leading him to the side gate so they could make their escape. A local pizza place was less than a block away and they were there sooner than Zack could've expected, enjoying the flirtatious dialogue that continued the whole walk over.

After they ordered and sat, Owen confessed. "There's just something about you that I can't put my finger on that's just- irresistible." Owen ran his fingers gingerly up and down Zack's arm as their pizza arrived at the table. Zack was famished and immediately dug into the meal with gusto, with an impressed Owen as his audience.

"Damn, someone was hungry." Owen winked and gave Zack's belly a rub. It felt nearly electric, the soft touch of Owen’s fingers on his distended gut. Before he could even think to stop himself, a gentle moan escaped Zack's lips. He rushed to cover his mouth in shocked embarrassment. Owen giggled to himself and doubled down on the belly rub, Zack's breathing getting a bit heavier as his eyes lidded over. Was it the alcohol? The food? His crush? He just couldn't help but surrender to the ecstasy, alarms blaring in his mind fading quickly as he enjoyed the sensations. In his stupor, he heard a delicate whisper. "Wanna take this back to my place?"

Owen was barely able to get his dorm room door open as the drunken sloppy make out session continued on from the elevator. They both hurriedly shuffled into the privacy of his room and Owen pushed Zack down onto the bed, clambering on top and nearly tearing his shirt trying to pull it off of him. Owen brought his lips to Zack's neck and kissed a trail down along his body, down towards his belly, to which Zack continued to moan and pant along.

Owen’s hands joined the fray, gently massaging Zack's slightly engorged middle. Zack's pants strained against his throbbing member as Owen’s trail of kisses continued further south. Zack's hands frantically wrestled with the button on his jeans as Owen continued to knead and squeeze the softness of Zack's belly. Finally freed from its restraints, Owen went to work on Zack's manhood expertly, hands and lips moving deftly and efficiently brought the horny guy to a powerful climax. The exhaustion and overstimulation from the whole affair, along with the drunkenness were too much for Zack to handle as he felt himself slip into slumber shortly after. The last thing he could remember was the image of Owen licking his lips and smiling before fading into blackness.

The next morning Zack woke feeling woozy. Definitely not a hangover, thankfully, but everything was a bit of a blur. He quickly realized his state of undress and he grabbed his underwear from last night.He barely slipped them on before hearing the door open.

"Oh hey, you're up. Good!" Owen greeted him with a kind smile, approaching with a full brown paper bag. "I was able to charm my way into getting a couple breakfast sandwiches to go for us from the dining commons, hope you're hungry!"

Zack still felt a bit bloated from last night, but his stomach growled slightly as he took a couple wrapped sandwiches, devouring them quickly and thanking the stud for letting him stay the night. The two of them chatted for a while as Zack's hand felt the bottom of the empty paper bag, met only with the soft crinkle of paper. He looked at the bag and to the collection of crumpled wrappers beside him, a bit dumbfounded by the fact that he'd already devoured five breakfast sandwiches in the time it took Owen to gingerly chew his way through one.

"Do you want the rest of mine?" Owen asked, offering up the uneaten half of his sandwich. Zack blushed a bit, realizing how much he'd just eaten and rubbing his full stomach, looking around for his shirt to cover his shame.

"N-no I think I'm good, sorry for eating everything," he replied sheepishly, trying to clean up his mess and brush the crumbs away.

"Hey don't worry about that, you just get comfortable cutie! Are you still hungry?" Owen smiled and made Zack feel a little more at ease.

"N-no, I'm good, I just didn't expect to eat that much," Zack pulled on his clothes from the night before and brushed out the wrinkles.

Owen strode up close to him and leaned in close. "Well I had a good time. Don't be a stranger, cutie, you have my number." Owen winked and grabbed a handful of Zack's ass, giving him a quick kiss before Zack turned away, blushing heavily and tripping over his own feet a bit before shuffling back to the elevator to return to his dorm.

"Damn, I could've sworn these fit last week!" Zack grumbled to himself as he fought to button his jeans. Resigning as he caught his breath, he peeled himself out of the tight jeans and settled for a pair of baggy sweats instead. He pulled on a baggy shirt that clung a bit more to his midsection than he liked, but at least he was decent enough to go meet Owen at the meal hall.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling today?" Owen greeted Zack as he made his way into the entrance, delicious smells wafting through the air.

"Starved." Zack thought aloud, to which Owen smiled his gorgeous smile.

Loading up their respective trays they made their way to a more secluded corner to dine in peace. Zack tore into his meal, chowing his way through one entree after another. Owen pushed a couple extra items onto his tray as he dug in, the stud sticking with smaller portions of healthier options. Zack barely even noticed as he packed it all away, replying to Owen with grunts and short replies between bites. Owen smiled and offered to take Zack's tray to the return as the stuffed man rubbed his engorged middle.

‘Man, I don't know what came over me’ Zack thought to himself as he rubbed his stomach, ‘I need to cut back on my intake, maybe head to the gym-’

His thoughts were interrupted as a bowl of ice cream was set in front of him, and he looked up to see Owen beaming that brilliant smile of his. "I figured you might have a little room left for some dessert, cutie."

Zack couldn't say no to this gorgeous hunk, so he picked up the spoon and dutifully polished off the mound of frozen dairy in front of him. By the time the spoon clinked against the bottom, he groaned a bit, feeling as if he might burst. Delicately rubbing circles on the taut flesh was Owen, cuddled up next to his bloated beau and praising him for finishing it all.

Owen guided Zack carefully back to the elevator and brought him back to the latter's dorm room, knowing that Zack's roommate would be out for the weekend. The praise and belly rubs continued as they had for the past month and a half, since the two had been seeing each other. Zack plopped himself down on his bed with a pained grunt, followed shortly by the invigorating massage of Owen’s talented fingers along the rounded swell of Zack's abdomen. Zack laid back and found himself engulfed yet again in bliss, fingers and lips pressed against his middle and heading lower. This menagerie of food and sex became a common occurrence between the two men, and Zack's body started to connect the two, leaving him aroused after every large meal together.

Owen had confessed last week to being attracted to bigger guys, which caught Zack somewhat off guard, but it made sense considering the changes that had been happening to him over the course of their relationship. Zack was still a bit concerned about how far Owen would be willing to go with this infatuation of his, but his fears were quelled quickly whenever he saw that big, gorgeous smile and felt those agile hands and lips on his skin.

"Hey babe, before we finish here, I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to do something sort of… kinky… for me," Owen said, as he pulled his mouth away from Zack's throbbing wood.

Zack was already nearing the edge and whimpered a bit, willing to do whatever it took to appease the stunning hunk who took such good care of him. "S-sure babe, w-what is it?" Zack moaned out between heavy breaths.

Owen pulled himself back up, still sensually massaging his lover in all the ways that drove him crazy. "I want you to take this for me. If you do, it'll help make you so big and soft for me, and I think we'll both really enjoy the process." Owen held up a pill.

Zack eyed the small capsule. It appeared tiny and innocuous enough, but the effects could be huge. Part of Zack was horrified that Owen would even suggest something like this to him, worried about what the effects could be on his body, or that it might do something worse to him.

His eyes flicked back to Owen’s warm smile and his mind felt at ease. He may have put on a few pounds from his tryst with Owen, but he had been the best lover Zack ever had, and part of his mind was really starting to enjoy the added bulk. It made him feel more confident and sexy, not to mention how crazy it made Owen for him. He looked back at the pill, his mind racing between worry and excitement. He cleared his throat and looked back to Owen.

"If it's not something you want, I completely understand. I just thought it might spice things up a bit." Owen’s warm smile looked so endearing and sweet.

Zack took a long breath and took the pill from Owen’s grasp. He looked it over once again, closed his eyes, and popped it in his mouth. Owen giggled and handed Zack his soda. He chugged down the rest to wash the pill down, and Owen went back down and got to work. Zack felt his eyes roll back in his head as his entire body shuddered with immense pleasure, increasing sharply and reaching a peak so high Zack thought he might pass out from how vigorously he finished.

Owen collapsed onto Zack in a sweaty pile, embracing him tightly as he too had exhausted himself in pleasure. Zack could hear the soft, gentle snore of his partner drifting into sleep, but the thought on his mind kept him from doing the same:

‘What did I just do?’

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Whoa I got fat (more on Patreon)

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Getting so doughy

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Kinda in the mood to try on some tight shirts today, give this post notes if you wanna see this porker really show off his gains 🐽