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BurgerKing Part 2!

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Video: BurgerKing Part 1

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FatBurger Remastered (Part 3)

[This image was NOT part of the original Warren Davis set. I created it based on the others because I felt this portion of the story deserved an image to go with it as well]

Part 3

A few more weeks went by, with Mike now coming in at day end according to his new schedule. He was definitely eating more by waiting until the late hour. I thought it was wishful thinking at first, but then the more his tee shirts grew obviously tighter, the more I was sure he was gaining. No doubt about it now. This muscled jock was FAT. His belly bounced with its own life every time he swaggered in. It led into the room ahead of him, firm and round like he swallowed an over-inflated beach ball. I'd find myself distracted as he ordered, trying to guess what he'd gained. Finally one day I asked. "So hey, stud, how much are you weighing in at these days?" "Shit, I don't know. Don't care much about the scale since I don't have to weigh in regularly for ball. Last I weighed in was before this schedule change. Was coming in about 255#." "Yeah? So what'd you used to play at?" "Huh. Shit, about 225, bud. Definitely gained some since then. Mostly muscle though, huh. I guess some gut, but . . . ." "Yeah some," I cut him off, "but it's looking good on you man. Looks like you might even be a little beefier now." What was coming over me? "Yeah? Maybe this new routine is catching up with me. Definitely lifting more, but I guess the gut's beefing up too huh?" That night, after his usual gorging, I again succeeded in handing a huge bag of to-go food off to Mike as he headed for the door. Screwing up my nerve, I said, "why don't you polish those off after you get home and check out the scale, stud." My knees shook as I said it, but Mike's eyes kind lit up. I wonder if he realized he'd find a dozen burgers in that bag when he got home. "You wanting to know how you've kept this jock fed, aren't ya? Alright. Alright. You got it. See ya tomorrow." He swung out of the place, nearly opening the door with the huge gut that bumped into the glass before the rest of him got to it. The entire next day, I was held by the image of Mike stuffing the food in his mouth, barely unwrapping it, eating on top of what I saw him choke down in the restaurant, then hoisting up, lumbering over to the scale, leaning forward to see over his stuffed gut as the dial whirled to register the damage. I nearly passed out the next night when he practically ran up to the counter. "Hey bud, get this! I about fucking flipped. I chowed down on all that food you sent me out with last night. I was totally packed, man. Gut looked like I drained an entire keg! Decided to weigh in. I'm up to 298 fucking pounds!! I've been packing it on like a sumo. This night feeding is really making me fat as hell, bud. I better go easy tonight or I'll be topping 300 before I'm even done with my first order! This gut's getting monster!!" I was the most turned on I'd ever been while simultaneously devastated that Mike was planning to ease up on his eating. Not that Mike ate lightly that night, but he definitely cut back. The subsequent nights brought more of the same. He still ate like a manly stud, but he was easing up on the orders. His gut didn't seem to shrink any yet, but if he cut back more, he'd surely start dropping weight. I couldn't have that. Even the usual coaxing didn't work. The more he held to his guns, the more I felt this fever rise in my brain. I had become totally addicted to seeing him fatten up, taking his order every night and knowing I was helping his gut swell. This couldn't stop. I wouldn't let it. Had his gut actually shrunk a touch since his vow to not gain more? I had to do something. That was NOT going to happen. As intense images of force feeding the jock got more and more predominant in my mind, I though of every way I could possibly get him eating more. Everything. Coax him to eat. Flat out compliment his gut. Take over and feed him myself. Yeah, that's it. I'll make him gorge. Just stand on his table as he sits down to eat and shove burger after burger into his mouth with both hands. Overcome him and make him eat until he's stuck in the booth.

Then reality hit. That jock is nearly twice my size and definitely getting stronger. No way in hell he's gonna be overcome unless he wants it. Unless he wants it. Hmm. How do I accomplish that. I thought for two weeks solid, watching him still enter the restaurant each night and order up, but definitely not eat until he was so stuffed he had to waddled out like he used to. He was eating big, but just eating until he had taken off the hunger edge, not putting away enough to make his gut stretch against his shirt. I nearly gave up pushing extra orders on him, but the visions of him ballooning up were no less intense. Then one night I overheard a conversation that gave me a flash of insight. These two girls were in the back by the cooler. From around the corner, I heard the one telling her friend about a cousin that had been losing weight. I couldn't catch everything, but the gist was that the cousin had a disorder that killed his appetite. The doctor finally suggested some kind of appetite stimulant that this guy could drink. In larger than normal doses, it restored his hunger, and he began eating normally again, gaining back nearly 30 pounds. I practically tripped as I whipped around the corner to demand the name of this drink. Recovering some, I tried to explain I knew someone with the same condition. The 16 year-old finally told me, also warning me that her cousin had to suddenly stop taking the stuff once he got back to normal weight. He only needed to be taking about a cupful of the stuff a day to get really hungry, and he kept it up too long. I guess the upcoming point to her story was how her cousin ended up with a 15-pound paunch, of all the horrors, particularly in thin-obsessed Los Angeles. If she only knew my plans.

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FatBurger Remastered (Part 2)

[All credit to the author Exjockfeeder, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Part 2

He started eating a bit more with each trip into the burger joint. I'd notice his order grow over time. At first it was always the same, but eventually Mike added a second trip to the counter. He'd kind of sheepishly make an excuse about how he was still starving and ask for another burger, then two. One day, I finally just added the second helpings to his first order, telling him it was on the house, saving him the second trip. He grinned ear to ear, and after that, any shyness about his orders was long gone. He'd belly up to the counter and order away. I watched him beef up a little more each month. His pecs swelled. His biceps yanked hard at the sleeve openings in his shirts. His thighs strained against his shorts. And little by little, an undeniable gut sprouted and rounded out, firm like a basketball, obviously present, no way for him to hide it any more. His bulging gut was riding high while pushing down on the waistband of his shorts. He looked incredible, and I got feverish with intensifying fantasies of stuffing him nonstop after store hours until he his gut swelled up to wedge into the booth for good. He had to be pushing 260 these days. Then one day Mike didn't come in as scheduled. I was bummed and kept looking toward the door every time I saw it move. No sign of him. The evening fell into night, and still by 9 o'clock, no Mike. Huh, I thought. He must've skipped a day at the gym. Then, about an hour before closing, in he came. "Hey stud. Thought you were blowing us off today." "Nah, nah. Just got a new shift at work. Made me change my gym routine so I gotta workout later in the evening now. But MAN, am I hungry. I didn't have time to eat a fucking thing before I went to work out. I hate not being able to fuel up before a workout. I could eat a horse." "Well lucky for you, we still have tons of food ready to offer up for you. What'll it be?" "The usual, man, and make it fast!"

"Doesn't sound like that's going to be enough." "Yeah, well it'll get me going. I'm too fucking hungry to think about it." "Coming right up." I had a tray with Mike's new usual of seven burgers, four orders of fries, drinks, and two shakes ready in a flash. He grabbed the tray and practically ran off to a booth to tear into his food. Enraptured as I watched him eat, I just went ahead and loaded up a second tray, taking it to him just as Mike stuffed the last huge mouthful of his seventh burger into his mouth. With his cheeks swollen as he chewed, he looked up and kind of chuckled. Mumbling around his mouthful, he laughed, "Man, I still could eat, but I don't know if even I could stuff down a whole second order, bud." Grunting to swallow so he could speak more clearly, "besides, I'm almost outta cash." "Hey, that's no problem. End of the day here, these would have been trash anyway. Might as well see it go to use." "Well shit, alright. I'll see what I can do. Appreciate it man." Before he even finished the sentence, he was ripping open a burger wrapper. Deeply focused on eating, he didn't even seem to notice me sit down. After his third, or rather tenth burger, fries already stuffed down practically five at a time, he finally slowed. Leaning back, hands grasping the sides of his now distended gut, Mike groaned deeply and let out a hefty belch that shook the table. "Ooooooooo. Sorry man. Got kinda carried away and made a pig of myself. I feel like this gut's gonna fucking explode!" I nearly passed out at the sight of his tee-shirt creeping up to expose his tightly fed belly, which now seemed to inflate a notch or three as he slowly exhaled. "Come on Mike. One last burger. You don't want me pitching that out do you?" "Aw, yeah right! Nice of you to offer guy, but this pup's gonna pop if I stuff down any more. I got carried away. I was so damn hungry coming over here. The hunger pangs were rumblin' so hard it felt like my gut would cave in. I had to get some chow in this gut fast. When I get hungry like that, there's no stopping me until that rumbling quits. When I get starved like that, I can't focus on nothing but get some chow in this thing. Nothing worse than serious hunger pangs. Always have had to stop and chow whenever I got 'em, no matter what." "Then I don't want you leaving crabby. You better eat those last few burgers for the road." Thump thump thump as Mike swatted the tight top of his gut - the point right where his now stuffed gut launched forward from the base of his pecs. "Ooof. This thing's pretty packed. Don't think I can. I better get this monster home so I can rest it up. Thanks for the bonus chow though, man. Saved the day." "You sure? After a late workout you have to still be hungry." "Aw, thanks man, really. But I hit the limit here. I better take off." No amount of coaxing was going to do it. I tried four more times to goad Mike into polishing off at least one more burger. Nothing did the trick though. I even offered to wrap a few burgers to go. If I couldn't at least see him eat until that tee shirt yanked all the way up over his bulging jock gut, I wanted to know he might be feeding it more yet later. Finally, I succeeded, and, eyes half closed, groaning deeply about how full he was as he stretched to a full stance, belly definitely jutting out more than I had even seen it before, Mike lumbered out of the place. The bag loaded with six extra burgers swung in his hand, leaving me shaking at the thought of stuffing him until morning. The more I thought on it, the more I was obsessed with seeing the beefy jock gorge until he couldn't move, until his belly really blew up beyond belief. I had intense visions of him losing control, eating anything I brought to him, stuffing and stuffing and stuffing himself nonstop, eating as long as I brought him food, gorging as I watched his belly inflate like a swelling balloon. I had to see it. He obviously loved to eat. There just had to be a way to get him going.

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FatBurger Remastered (Part 1)

[All credit to the author Exjockfeeder, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Part 1 Mike used to swagger into the burger stand nearly every day, ordering up a huge tray of chow and stuffing it down on the way back from the gym. A big guy like him, though, could support the calorie intake. Despite having finished his regular college football regimen five years ago, he still cut a solid, imposing frame in the entry to the burger joint. I used to swoon every time he bounded through the door, waving hi as he stepped up to the counter for the usual order. This is not to imply that Mike's post collegiate eating habits didn't show. It just seemed that for what the guy shoveled in, any other ex-jock would have been pinned down under a gut so huge it'd be tough to squeeze into the booths. Mike was a defensive lineman in college. He played at a smaller league school, so he got to start at on 6' 1" and, my guess, about 225# of beefy muscle - back when he played. That is by no means to say he was small. He had some serious depth in his chest, broad round shoulders, and thighs like tree trunks. He'd definitely thickened up some since abandoning the daily field routines, but he kept up the weight regimen. His meaty pecs were still round and firm, his thighs were as powerful as ever, his biceps just as bulging. But where his abs once cut sharp lines in his uniform, his long-waisted torso now bowed forward with the solid bulge of a former football jock's paunch. He carried it well, not making any attempt to hide it. Instead, Mike stood squarely with his shoulders back, pecs raised high, nice start of a gut arcing out in front of him. His back swayed in counterpoint, first forward where his gut started on his front side, bending more where his belly was thicker, then swooping back out into his bulbous glutes. I'd watch entranced as his chest and hips worked in opposition when he swung open the door and blazed into the place, gut tight against his tee-shirt, highlighting its new swell. And Mike always ate like he couldn't care less how much that gut might grow as a result of his post-collegiate eating habits. I'd seen his gut first sprout about a year ago, emerging and bulging to its present size. Mike almost seemed a little proud of it. He'd absent-mindedly rub his hand across his stretched tee shirt as he'd eye the menu, assembling his current feast in his head. As he did, I was guessing how much he must have gained - 25 pounds at least. And then today's order followed. "Hey bud. Pretty starved today. I'll take four of those Double Fat Burgers, two large fries, a jumbo coke, and what the hell, a jumbo shake too." "Big order today, huh?" "Yeah. I cranked pretty hard at the gym though. I think I deserve it. My arms and legs are achin'. No better way to replenish the system, that's for sure." "No doubt. That's gonna start sticking to your gut soon, though, if you keep it up." "Yeah, whatever. Some already has, I guess. I figure it's the benefit of not having to stay in training for football. I'm lovin' eating whatever the hell I want now." With one hand, Mike slapped the firm top of his gut, right where it started to bow out slightly from the base of his pecs, and with the other, he reached around to grasp the lower bow of his belly, right below his navel. He almost caressed the rock solid ball as he said, "If I gain a few, who gives a fuck. Won't likely get any bigger than this since I'm still working out hard. I'm not worried." He was right about that. Over the past year, I had closely watched the changes in Mike's total build beyond the belly. First his muscles were thickening up from all the working out. He'd proudly tell me how he was beefing up his lifting routine. I think any cardio work he used to do for football was getting replaced with weight training. The changes looked good on him. He was muscling up more and more, and he was definitely getting the appetite to match his growing girth.

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Video: BurgerKing Part 1

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Burger King (3)

Part 3 [All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The next morning Travis went over to his university’s football stadium instead of to the burger restaurant. Bubba’s Burgers was going to experiment with selling burgers from a trailer outside the stadium before games. Today was the first try at this new aspect of the business. Travis was in the trailer working on the setup. The burgers were not going to be prepared on site, but instead would be cooked back at the restaurant and brought over to the stadium as needed. The first shipments had arrived and Travis was loading the trays of burgers into the heated racks along one side of the trailer. It was hot work, so Travis had taken his shirt off. He was a little sorry he had worn boots and jeans instead of shorts and flip flops, as it was warmer than expected. A knock on the door was followed by a shout. “Hey, it’s me…Tommy!” “Come on in, its open,” Travis responded. Tommy stepped into the end of the trailer. He was also a college student, but unlike the senior Travis, Tommy was only a freshman. He had started working at Bubba’s only a few months ago, just after his eighteenth birthday. Tommy was muscular, but leaner and a lot taller than Travis. He saw the shirtless Travis standing in the middle aisle of the trailer. “Man, your gut’s blown up huge,” Tommy said as he grinned, and put his hand on the top of Travis’ oversized belly. “You look like you’re eight months pregnant!” “Nah, there ain’t any babies in there,” Travis replied, looking down at Tommy’s hand still patting the protruding gut, “It’s just beer and burgers!” “So is everything ready for today or have you been eating all of our merchandise?” “Everything’s about ready…except we haven’t gotten’ the fries yet.” As the two we discussing the afternoon’s plans, the door at the end of the trailer burst open, and in walked their manager, Mr. Cleberg. Cleberg was in his 50s, a big man with a thick mustache who looked to have done some serious burger eating over the years. His dress shirt was tight and the large suede sport coat he wore appeared to be unbuttoned for comfort and not for fashion. “We’ve got a big problem boys,” Cleberg blurted out as he made his way to the center of the trailer, “a big problem.” The other two listened apprehensively as Cleberg described the situation. It seemed as though he did not get the correct permits to sell food at this location. There were several inspectors from the city looking around that day and checking for the proper paper work. The only solution was to somehow get rid of the burgers, and convince the inspectors that this was only a test run and not a set-up to actually sell any food. “I’ve called the store and told them not to send over any more burgers,” Cleberg told the boys, “But how can we sneak all of these burgers out without anyone noticing?” The three men were staring blankly at each other when a smile slowly crept across Tommy’s face. “You know,” he started, “there is something here, big enough to hold all these burgers, that we could fill up and get out of here without too much notice…” “And that is…” Cleberg wanted to know. “Travis’ belly!” Tommy stated and pointed at the huge round gut now very noticeable to everyone in the room. Travis looked down at his own belly, at Tommy then back at Cleberg. “Well, I can eat some of these, but there’s no way I can eat all of..” Cleberg interrupted, “Considering all of the burgers you eat while on the job, I think you CAN eat all of these. Now get busy! You’ve got some serious eatin’ to do!”. Cleberg turned to Tommy, “You come with me. We’ll see where those inspectors are.” He reached up to one of the shelves and pulled out a tray of burgers. Then Cleberg turned back to Travis. “You’d better get started!”

Travis realized he had no choice but to eat as many burgers as he could. He sat down at the counter and brought out the first trey as he heard the door close behind Tommy and Cleberg. “How could Tommy suggest I eat all the burgers?” Travis thought to himself as he took a big bite. Then he looked down at the growing round gut, “I guess that’s why,” he said to himself and let out a little chuckle. The first burger disappeared, followed quickly by the second. Travis was very hungry at the time and started to think that this was not going to be that difficult. He loved the taste of a juicy burger and enjoyed the feeling of a full stomach. The second tray came out and then the third. Travis had devoured about 15 burgers when he began to slow down. “Oooohhhhh, I’m getting full,’ Travis said to no one in particular. “I’m getting big too!” he had looked down at his gut. The belly was noticeably larger and now touched the edge of the counter. He backed his chair up a little to give himself a little more room.

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Burger King Remastered (2)

Part 2

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The kitchen door swung open and Travis waddled in after another shift at Bubba’s. It had been nine months since he began working at the burger restaurant, and his belly had continued to swell. “So…what’s the damage this time?” one of the roommates asked, as Travis slowly moved over to the refrigerator. “One dozen burgers! A new record!” Travis answered proudly, while opening the refrigerator door and removing a beer. “You look like there’s a basketball under your shirt,” stated the other roommate, as he reached out towards the hugely rounded belly.

Travis was in the process of taking the first big gulp of his beer when the finger of his roommate was placed into the deep belly button. “Buuuurrrrppp…” Travis let out a big belch, “Be careful, I’m nice and stuffed tonight!” “You’re overstuffed every night! You’re as fat as a fuckin’ hog…you need to find a job that doesn’t do this to your belly,” the roommate recommended, as he continued to poke the bulging burger gut. “I like working there…the people are great…and so is the food…and its free! Besides,” Travis continued, “It’s not that I’m fat; I’m just gettin’ a bit of a gut!” Even Travis couldn’t help but laughing at that statement as the three of them looked at the huge bloated belly. Travis had in fact gained a lot of weight. He was now up to 260 pounds with almost all the new weight stored in his very protruding round belly. He had only gone up a couple of blue jean sizes, but even an extra large T-shirt had to stretch to fit over his gut.

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Burger King

Part 1

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Travis opened the kitchen door and entered the roomy apartment he shared with two other college students. It was late, but he could hear the ESPN theme coming from the television in the next room. Travis went over to the refrigerator and removed a cold beer. The bottle cap was twisted off, and several ounces of the refreshing beverage disappeared as he made his way into the living room. He lowered himself into the center of the sofa with a slight grunt and took another swig of beer.

“Shit, Travis, how many did you eat tonight? You’re gut looks like you swallowed a bowling ball!” one of his roommates asked

“Seven,” answered Travis, rubbing his bloated belly with one hand, while raising the beer to his mouth with the other, “I managed to stuff seven burgers in this thing tonight!”

“Dude, you better take it easy on those burgers; you’ve only been working there since what, around the holidays? And you’re gut’s blowin’ up like a balloon!” the other roommate warned. Travis had only been an employee of “Bubba’s Burgers” for six months, but had already grown a noticeable belly. A routine had developed of seeing just how many burgers he could eat at the end of the shift after the restaurant was closed. This was in addition to the burgers that Travis ate throughout his work day. His muscular build now had a round gut attached to it, though he had maintained a well developed upper body.

“So what do you weigh now, Travis? Are you up to 250 yet?” one of the roommates asked with a chuckle.

“Of course not,” Travis replied, “Hell, I’m only five-nine! I’d be big as a house at 250! I’m only about 225.”

Travis had decided not to admit that he went from weighing 205 pounds before his new job began to 235 pounds now, so he lied about the exact number. It wasn’t really a lie he thought; he was only “rounding down”.

The two other roommates looked at each other and grinned. “Yeah, 225, right.”

Video: BurgerKing Part 1

My first video! hope you guys enjoy. More to follow ;)

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There is something so intriguing to me when combining feederism with a generally helpless situation. There are so many different ways such a situation could be abused for feederism purposes, forcing you to gain tons of pure fat. Just to throw in some examples:

You're in financial trouble? Well, what about some rich and evil feeder who'll pay you $500 per pound gained. The only catch: you'll have to gain at least 100 pounds or you'll be obliged to pay $50,000 in damages.

Got some bad grades? Well, maybe the teacher/professor will make an exception if you put on a few pounds. Wanna pass the course? Gain another 5 pounds. Oh, you want to stop gaining? Well, you don't wanna fail the semester, do you?

Aww, you've got a crush on me? Well, you're way too skinny for my taste. I'll go on a date with you after you've gained 10 pounds.

Just got kidnapped. What better way to keep you here than to fatten you up so much until you're too fat to walk any slightly longer distances? You'll stay tied up until your fat pins you down.

Your BMI is lower than 40? Well, you're legally obligated to have a BMI of at least 40. Get fat or be fined! Maybe go to a fat camp for some rapid gain?

Can't pay your rent? You can stay here for free but only if you get fat. Don't worry, your food will be paid for as well, but I decide how much you'll eat.

I bought you at the slave auction so I own you. And I like my slaves fat, so you'll be force fed for a year until you're somewhere near a size of my liking.

If your mind is really messed up and you're so deep down the feederism hole, you might even like ideas such as being sentenced to death by obesity, where you're being fattened into an early grave.

Anyways, hopefully some of these ideas make you horny and hungry. I'll consider making audios about these ideas so feel free to comment with concepts you like. Also, I'm curious to hear about any concepts you might come up with! :)

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This might be my june of doom participants. Hehehe. Trying to write some.pieces based on these lovely ideas.