#bloating story

[fillthattank]

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He was already one of the bigger and stronger guys at the gym when I first saw him. Nice bic pecs, a defined mid-section, and arms that earned him many stares. I was one of those, I won't hide it: I wanted to be that big too, one day.

But when I talked to him, I soon found out he didn't care for all those envious - and sometimes lustful - stares. All he wanted was to grow bigger and get stronger.

"The bigger you get the more you want to grow," he said, when I pointed ou he was already massive. He was drinking a gigantic shake in the locker room, his abs already bloated. After giving me some more advice, he tilted back his head to chug the last of his shake, his belly inching forward ever so slightly.

"Damn, I'm so bloated," he laughed nervously, noticing my eyes staring at his belly.

"You always have this much?" I asked, still in awe.

"Lately, yes. Trying to bulk up, but it turns out you need a real lot to be in a surplus when you're my size."

He moaned and rubbed his belly with one hand, as he flexed his other arm. In every gym, you see guys with big bloats, but this was seriously big.

"But like, is it safe to let you belly get this big?"

"Yeah, it's kinda freaky how big it gets. But it's just a bloat. And I want that extra muscle so bad."

*

This was indeed a daily occurrence. He'd bloat himself crazy after each session. Earning himself plenty of stares, from terror to jealousy passing by fascination, sometimes freaking himself out by the size of his bloat. But for his efforts, he was rewarded with consistent strength and muscle gains.

One day, he turned up at the gym with an already bloated tank, stretching his shirt tight.

"Big lunch?" I asked

"Big dinner, really. I was still so bloated when I woke up," he said, slowly rubbing his huge round gut. "Fitting breakfast and lunch in there was rought. But I want those gains so bad."

He really was huge. I'd seen him leave the gym after some monster chugging sessions with a smaller bloat than this. Watching him pump iron with a belly that looked like it would explode if poked the wrong way was both fascinating and terrifying.

And yet, his workout done, I found him in the locker room, holding the same monster shake. His bloat hadn't gone down one bit, digestion being offset by the water he'd been drinking between sets.

"There's no way you've got room all that, right?" I let out.

"I'm gonna make it fit. Can't miss out on any gains."

He didn't so much chug the shake as brute-force it into his already overloaded belly. His neck muscles working hard, leaning back or to the side as his stomach was forced to stretch. I stood fascinated, both telling myself I might need to jump in if he hurt himself, and in awe of how a single belly could hold so much.

Once done, he opened his mouth to burp, but no sound came out. He was beyond maxed out. Way past his limit.

"I think I need a belly rub," he said.

His belly looked so full I was scared to touch it. But, no one had ever looked as desperately in need of belly rubs as ths guy had.

Just a slight touch and I straight away felt the insane pressure inside his huge belly. As if the huge volume of food and shake was pushing against my hand with all its strength. Just touching the belly seemed to provide a visible amount of relief

"I needed that," he said.

I tried moving my hands around a bit. Like any self-respecting gym bro, I'd overdone it with the shake or the cheat meals a few times, and had some experience, but this was no ordinary bloated belly. His already huge stomach was so overloaded it seemed like he had gone beyond his capacity, forcing it to stretch. There really wasn't much I could do, though it seemed

I offered to drive him home. And to stay with him for at least a bit, as it didn't feel right to leave someone alone with a gut this dangerously stuffed. We lied him down on his bed, his enormous belly taking up a freakish amount of space. Jutting out vertically from below his beefy pecs, and rising up high in the air before it even started to curve back down.

"You really do want those gains bad," I joked.

"Yeah," he replied. I got a chucke out of him. "So bad I almost burst."

Desite almost all the energy in his body being redirected to managing his gargantuan bloat, he mustered enough strength to flex one of his arms.

I ended up staying the night.

The next morning, his bloat no longer looked like it was at risk of bursting, but still stuck out from beyong his pecs by a few inches. Not surprising, as even big muscle guy like him couldn't digest that much in just one night.

What did surprise me was how hungry he was. Even with a bloat big enough to freak out a smaller guy, his belly was still grumbling in hunger, loud enough to wake both of us up. Begging for a gigantic breakfast that he immediately got up to make for himself.

"How are you still hungry?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just am. My belly feels like it's empty."

The hunger only faded when his belly was back to being close to the size it had been last night. I was concerned, but he was now getting excited: with all this food, he was going to be able to put on even more muscle.

*

Rather than try and calm down after overloading his belly so much, he only increased his intake. His belly did not explode, but his strenth did. PR after PR was crushed. He was adding size at an insane pace.

All that weight wasn't muscle of course. A gigantic belly stuck out at all times. The constant overeating made it adapt. It kept getting bigger, of course, and it got sturdier. His belly no longer looked like a bloated six pack that would burst if poked the wrong way, but like a solid powerbelly, capable of digesting just about anything.

His abs were now gone from sight (though likely bigger and stronger than ever), but he didn't care. The giant belly wasn't just a tool to get bigger muscles, it was a point of pride in itself: just like he had the biggest guns, he also had the biggest gut. And he wanted both bigger.

[oposssumsaucee]

Listen All Systems Red is so so funny from Gurathins perspective imagine you grew up with Space Socialism and was hired to go help some pal with science but you weren't allowed to go unless you rented AmaTeslas Torment Nexus Alexa Dot and then when you get there you find out a whole continent of people got annihilated by their Tourment Nexus rentals so you take a moment to check yours quickly and find out it already had disengaged its Don't Kill People box, the only thing you've ever been told prevented them from mass homiciding their clients, something that LITERALLY just happened to people you knew a day ago, and when you say to your fellow socialist doctors HEY I think our Tourment Nexus is fucked up and it's files said it killed dozens of people barely a year ago and we should probably get the hell away from it the same doctors are like look at what you're saying. You're hurting the Tourment Nexus' feelings. The Tourment Nexus is just a little construct who likes Netflix Gurathin stop antagonizing it on the plane ride.

[waight-gain]

I think I have figured out a way to speed up my generations! I am building a prompt text file and letting the AI pull from it randomly, this means I don't have to personalize each prompt and copy/paste over and over! As I build this file up with more prompts there may be similarity between posts just FYI.

Also this may be early to mention but I am working on making a game in RPG Maker! It will be a long time before it is ready but I am excited (as if I needed something else to learn and work on haha). Here's some previews of my practice creating characters using SD Pony

Obviously need to work on making sure art style and character traits stay consistent especially between characters, but I like what I've seen so far!

[waight-gain]

The Chef and the Critic

Chapter 6: Public Scrutiny and Private Triumphs

The headlines were unavoidable, splashed across every culinary tabloid and food blog Jacob encountered. "Wellington's Transformation: From Fit to Fat" declared one. "The Fat Critic: Jacob Wellington's Shocking Weight Gain" blared another. Jacob winced as he scrolled through the articles, taking in the photos of him at the competition, his suit straining against his new figure.

He had expected the attention, the public recognition of his transformation. But seeing it all laid out in print, for everyone to see, was a shock. He felt a pang of self-consciousness, a twinge of embarrassment at the way he had flaunted his new body, the way he had reveled in the stares and whispers.

Alex found him hunched over his laptop, the screen filled with articles and photos. He sat down next to Jacob, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Hey, hey," he said softly. "Don't let them get to you. You know you look amazing, and I love every inch of you."

Jacob leaned into Alex's touch, appreciating the comfort and warmth. "I know, I know," he sighed. "It's just... seeing it all like this, it's different. I didn't think it would be big news and spread like this."

Alex nodded understandingly. "I get it. But you know what? You're going to love this."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black invitation, handing it to Jacob. "What's this?" Jacob asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I've been invited to a prestigious culinary event," Alex said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's a gathering of the world's top chefs, and I've been asked to present my latest culinary innovations."

Jacob's eyes widened in surprise and pride. "Alex, that's incredible!" he exclaimed. "You deserve it, you're so talented."

Alex grinned, his cheeks flushing at the compliment. "Thanks, babe. And I want you by my side. This is a big deal, and I want you to experience it with me."

Jacob hesitated, looking down at the invitation and then back up at Alex. "I don't know, Alex. All these people, they'll all be talking about me, about how I look..."

"They'll be talking about you, sure," Alex said, his voice firm. "But they'll also be talking about how amazing you are, how beautiful you are, inside and out. And you deserve to be celebrated, just as much as I do."

Jacob took a deep breath, considering Alex's words. He knew his boyfriend was right, that he should be proud of who he was, of the transformation he had undergone. And he was proud, he just needed a little push to help him face the world with the same confidence he felt when he was with Alex.

"Okay," he said finally, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's do this."

The event was a whirlwind of activity, with chefs, critics, and industry professionals from all over the world in attendance. Jacob felt the eyes on him as he and Alex made their entrance, but he held his head high, his shoulders back, proud to be by Alex's side.

He could hear the whispers, the murmurs of surprise and admiration as they passed. He saw the way people looked at him, taking in his new figure, his round belly, his soft, rounded body. And he reveled in it, in the way they saw him, in the way they appreciated him.

Alex was a sensation, his creativity and innovation lauded by everyone they spoke to. Jacob knew that he would be a sensation, he just needed a push. They had helped each other grow. He was proud of that, proud of the way they had grown together.

As the night went on, Jacob found himself drawn into conversations with some of the most influential people in the culinary world. They carefully asked him about his weight gain, about his relationship with Alex, and he answered honestly, openly, sharing his story with pride and passion.

And as the night reached its crescendo, as Alex took to the stage to present his latest culinary innovations, Jacob knew that this was just the beginning. They had a long road ahead, filled with challenges and triumphs, but they would face them together, hand in hand, just as they always had.

As they left the event, arm in arm, Jacob leaned into Alex, his heart swelling with love and pride. "I'm so happy for you, Alex," he whispered. "And I'm so proud to be by your side."

Alex smiled down at him, his eyes shining with love. "And I'm so proud of you, Jacob," he said. "You're the most incredible person I know, and I love you more than anything."

The following week, they decided to throw a small gathering at La Cuisine, the very place where they had first met. The perfect location for celebrating their shared triumphs and the love that had grown between them.

Alex invited their closest friends, chefs and industry professionals who had supported and encouraged them along the way. The restaurant was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the delicious aroma of the dishes they had prepared themselves.

Jacob was in his element, his eyes sparkling as he moved around the room, catching up with old friends and making new connections. He felt at ease in his own skin, comfortable in the way his body now filled out his clothes, in the way he took up space in the room.

As the night wore on, the guests began to filter out, leaving just Alex and Jacob behind. The two of them looked at each other, a soft smile playing at the corners of their mouths. They knew what was coming next.

Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. He knelt down in front of Jacob, his eyes never leaving his lover's face. "Jacob," he began, his voice steady and sure. "From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. You've challenged me, inspired me, and loved me in a way I never thought possible. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, by my side, as my partner, my lover, my best friend. Will you marry me?"

Jacob's eyes welled up with tears, his heart swelling with love and surprise. "Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "A thousand times, yes."

As they kissed, sealing their promise, Alex pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Now," he said, "for the main event."

He stood up, grabbing a large, empty platter from the table behind him. He began to fill it with the remaining food from the party, piling it high with dishes of creamy pasta, rich sauces, and decadent desserts.

Jacob laughed, his eyes wide with surprise. "Alex, what are you doing?"

"Indulging," Alex said, his voice low and sultry. "I want to see you at your largest. I want to fill you up, to watch you grow and grow, until you're completely stuffed. I want to see you at your most... and the smallest you'll be from this night forward."

Jacob's breath hitched, his desire igniting at Alex's words. He knew that this was a part of their dynamic, a part of their love and intimacy. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Alex's. "I trust you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alex smiled, his eyes softening with love. "I know you do, and I promise, I'll take care of you."

He began to feed Jacob, spoonful after spoonful of rich, decadent food. Jacob ate, and ate, and ate, his belly growing rounder and fuller with each bite. He could feel the his skin stretching taut as his stomach filled with plate after plate.

Alex watched him, his eyes filled with appreciation and desire. He loved the way Jacob's body responded to the food, the way he savored each bite and moaned under Alex's touch.

Finally, when Jacob couldn't eat another bite, Alex set down the platter, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There," he said, his voice soft. "You're perfect."

Jacob looked down at his round, bloated belly, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I feel like a sumo wrestler," he said, his voice muffled by the fullness of his mouth.

Alex chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jacob's lips. "You're my sumo wrestler," he whispered. "And I love every inch of you."

[trogdorwasaman22]

Soft, demonic kicks inside gut~

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Step-Son MPreg

CW- mpreg, sex, language, Step-Son X Step-Dad storyline

I always fancied my step-dad since i met him i thought he was hot, hes a classic himbo, hes tall, muscly, blonde and stupid as can be.

I never knew if he was purposefully flirting with me of was just too stupid to understand it was wrong, but it being wrong made me so horny, id often wank off after he’d compare our hand sizes, snuggle up to me or even bend over to empty the dishwasher, anything and everything he did turned me on so hard! he always wore clothes that left nothing to the imagination, short-shorts, crop-tops or no tops! My actual dad loved this about him and it made me so jealous seeing them cuddle and kiss and then one day… my dad went on a business trip. it was now or never.

i came downstairs in my dressing-gown and boxers showing off my abs and mediocre pecs i walked into the living room to my step-dad half asleep on the couch only in his briefs and white running socks, sweating and scratching his perfect body when he saw me he woke up a little and pushed a finger into his underwear suggestively “oh… hey man” he said in a gruff half awake voice “h-hey” i stammered taken aback by how horny he already seemed my cock visibly swelled in my already tight boxers. he glanced down to it quickly and blushed “come here pal i have something to show you” he said gesturing for me to walk over- i follow his orders and sit next to him, he places his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep long kiss. i rest my hand on his groin and feel his cock twitch and harden through his pants i then slowly kiss his neck, then his chest, then his abs until his beautiful totem-pole of a cock is in-front of my face. i confidently slip it all into my throat in one go and he lets out a little moan.

i suck him off for what feels like an hour before he pulls me up by my armpits and spins me around, he lifts my dressing gown up and squeezes my ass before bending me over the couch as he teases my underwear down making my cock twitch due to the prolonged friction, he then rubs the head of his penis along the outside of my un-used hole while i beg for his cock i then moan loudly as he slides it all in at once. he grabs the hair on the back of my head and holds my cock in the other one of his massive veiny hands his expert technique instantly turns me into a worthless hole only purpose is to please him, after a few hours of fucking and cumming we fall asleep on the couch naked together.

after a few more days of constant fucking, sucking and cumming my real dad comes home and we have to start being discrete, doing it in one of our cars or while hes away or even just quietly under the kitchen table, the closer he is, the hotter we find it.

after months of this i notice a small ball in the centre of my stomach while getting dressed i think nothing of it and carry on and on until its too obvious to hide under baggy clothes, i tell people im just bulking cause i want to build mass, i wanted to believe it but me and my step dad knew it was more.

his cum must be super-human i quickly became the biggest pregnant person id ever seen i stuck to my story but less and less people believed it that was when my dad confronted me “hey buddy!” he said putting his head around my door into my room as i lay weighted down by my planet-belly, “ive noticed that your clearly pregnant” i try to sit up and defend myself but it takes me far to long to even start bending my mid-section “you dont need to deny it i know what it looks like-you where one hell of a baby! anyway i was just wondering who the daddy was and if hes in the picture” i knew he was asking because my other dad was never in the picture “well erm he kind of is” i finally admit rubbing my tight taught skin “its m-my step dad” i say defeated. “no fucking way!” my dad says more surprised than angry he finally steps fully in my room without a shirt on revealing his own pretty-large pregnant belly…

[queercoshon]

The din of the crowded bar faded as the door to the bathroom closed behind you. You click the lock, undo your pants, and immediately take a breath of relief.

It had been a long night of celebrations. Your friend was getting married and this was his last night of 'freedom.' The festivities started at a steakhouse, where appetizers, mains, desserts, and many drinks were had.

Your pants were already on the brink of being too tight when you left the house, but you could definitely feel your gut straining against the fabric as you jaunted out of there with all your buddies.

Next stop was everyone's favourite bar. On the way over marajuana was passed around. You have no idea how many joints were circling at once, you just know by the time you made it to the pub, your head was floating and gut roaringly hungry, despite being backed to the brim.

Some sportball event was blaring over the tv when you arrived. You didn't care, but your buds were all stoked, so many appetizers and beers were ordered. You forgot to feign interest in the game 4 beers after getting to the pub.

At this point everyone is visibly drunk, and you are definitely feeling it yourself. Hiccups were wracking your body, jostling the pressured contents of your stomach, shaking loose several beers. You suddenly realised you needed to pee, and somehow managed to stumble your way over to the 1 stall bathroom, missing the door handle on the first try.

Which brings you to now. You stumble/waddle over to the toilet, do your stuff, then do up your pants. Well, you try to. You automatically suck in to close the button (you have to do this even when you're not packed with food and booze now), but the button doesn't quite make it to the hole. When you try again, you try to push your gut out of the way with your arm, but its so rounded out you still have a hard time seeing over it. The button does not get any closer. You drop your belly and belch, which lets loose a new string of hiccups.

God, you're a pig. You'd given up dieting 6 months ago, gaining 20lbs in the first 3 months. All clothes starting to cling to your softening body. Not that you were horribly skinny before, but you were now nearing the heavier end of chubby. Three months ago you'd discovered the empty calories and lost inhibitions of alcohol, and all the benefits weed had. At least twice a week you pass out on your couch, empty takeout containers and beer cans scattered around you, gut creaking and gurgling dangerously. You think you've put on maybe 30 lbs in the last 3 months, but it's closer to 45.

This is evident in your clothing. This is your last pair of pants. You had to lay on your bed, suck in your gut, and use all your strength to get them closed. You could still feel the red indentations on your skin under your gut.

And rather than take it easy and be mindful of what you put in your belly, you consumed with reckless abandon. Leading you to this little bathroom, too fat and bloated to dress yourself decently.

You shake your belly, trying to belch out enough bloat to maybe get them done up. Even in this predicament, you start to fantasize about the beers you'll order once you go back out there, and maybe another basket of fried things.

You drop your gut and hazily look in the mirror. You look sloshed. Eyes completely red, a stupid grin plastered on your face, and even though your upper gut is clearly completely overfed, your belly still hangs low.

Your belly is hanging. You can barely see the button isn't done up. You manage to wiggle the zipper up and grin. No one will notice a thing! And now you definitely have more room without those pesky pants digging into your belly.

Satisfied, you pat your gut and waddle out the door, back to your friends, the food, and the many beers that await you.

[khimkhim]

Getting Doughy

I’ve gained weight before but this time felt different. It felt absolute this time. The familiar feelings, small irritations, signs of a gluttonous lifestyle turned physical — all returned the way they’ve done it a dozen times in the past. My shirts began to tighten, strangling my biceps, chest, and collar. The hem of my shirts began to inch upwards, once reaching down to my zipper now barely resting at the top of my pants as my gut slowly pushes the fabric outward. My watches and rings begin to feel uncomfortable and I frequently wake up with my arms asleep, deprived of blood flow due to the fat swelling across my body cutting off circulation as I toss-and-turn in bed — likely because I stuffed an entire container of cookies before going to sleep. I catch myself snoring so loud that I wake myself up. And of course, it’s impossible to ignore my reflection, my growing reflection. My face widening and thickening. My jaw dissappearing, taught muscles softening into firm pillows of flesh.

The biggest change is my pants. I notice I have to move my belt loop two… three… notches further than a mere two months ago. My pants are tighter than ever, especially around my quads, buttocks, and groin areas. Weight gain hits my thighs and ass first, HARD, which means my pants are always the first to sacrifice themselves in the eternal war against obesity.

Getting ready to go to a formal event today, I try on my loosest pair of pants and struggle to put them on, the strained fabric of my trousers wrap around my thickening thighs like thin spring roll paper around a slab of pork belly. As I look in the mirror, my jeans halfway up my thighs, I notice my gut and the deep crease beneath it. My chest is puffy as well; the mass I’ve accumulated around my chest could legitimately fill a 38C cup size. These were fat tits. Jesus, I’m getting FAT.

As I shimmied my thickened thighs into the pant legs, I drop my phone on the ground and realize I’ve already bent over in these jeans 3 times too many and they likely won’t survive another excursion to the stretch zone, no matter how slow I squat. Alas, I slowly bend down toward my phone, my jeans instantly tightening and groaning around my thighs and ass. I roll forward on my toes, carefully rocking towards my phone when — *RIPPP*

I exhale and laugh, falling onto my succulent cheeks, feeling the cold hardwood floors against my bare skin. I place my hand around my backside and feel not one but TWO holes ripped on both sides of my jeans. I sighed, took them, admired the damage my incredibly plump ass did, and threw them away. I look in the mirror and realize how… thick… I’ve become. This isn’t the usual soft, pudgy, easily-reversible weight I’m witnessing on my body. This weight is a substantial, firm fatness that’s filled and molded every part of my body. Every muscle is padded with a thick layer of lard, forcing my body to adopt a new posture, altering the way I stand, walk, breathe. My stance is now wider to adapt to my bulky legs, my thick buttocks arch outwards just above my heavy thighs and thick calves. My gut is enormous now. I had never reached a point where I couldn’t suck in or adapt my posture to hide my flabby stomach. Now it jutted outwards, sagging only slightly, rounded above my groin almost 6 inches. The memory of musculature could still be seen beneath my stomach, legs, arms, and chest — but they looked pumped full of lard; once firm, hard muscles now bulged in all directions, inflating with a diligence only thousands of grams of sugar a week could sustain.

It would only be a matter of time before I started to break out in stretch marks. Maybe I was crazy, but I could feel them surfacing already. I scratched an itch on my gut and felt like I was scoring the top of sourdough before it’s placed in the oven to expand. I daydreamed of those beautiful lines on fresh baguettes; rising dough with small scores atop them to allow them to grow and spread without inhibition. “I can smell the fresh bread now…” I said to myself as I wistfully scratched my wobbly, doughy gut.

“Instead of going to this uptight, suffocating gala — I think I’ll make sourdough today.” I smiled to myself as I jiggled to the kitchen in only a small apron and nothing else.

[blushingblurbs]

When everyone is politely complimenting the chef and meal after dinner, but half the diners are experiencing stomach upset 😕 feeling nauseated at the table 🤢 with their bellies audibly gurgling for the lavatory 🚽

They wonder nervously, “is it the food? Was something undercooked or spoiled?” Others rack their brains, “could they have gotten the stomach virus from so-and-so?”

No matter now. Their stomachs hurt and, oh no, is there another course about to be served?

Where’s the restroom? What is going on in their stomach?

[waight-gain]

The Chef and the Critic

Chapter 3: Indulgent Dates and Growing Desire

The review had brought not only increased recognition and success to La Cuisine but also a deepening connection between Alex and Jacob. They found themselves eager to explore the possibilities that lay before them, both in and out of the kitchen.

Their first official date was at a cozy French bistro nestled in a quiet corner of the city. Alex, excited to see Jacob in a more relaxed setting, found himself nervous as he waited for the critic to arrive. When Jacob walked in, his face lighting up at the sight of Alex, all nervousness melted away.

"Alex," Jacob said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too," Alex replied, a smile spreading across his face. "I thought it was time we experienced something new together, away from the kitchen."

The evening was filled with laughter, shared stories, and a mutual appreciation for the simple joy of good food and good company. They talked about their respective passions, their dreams, and their fears. Alex learned about Jacob's love for travel and his desire to one day explore the culinary delights of far-off lands. Jacob, in turn, discovered Alex's dedication to his craft, his love for creating not just delicious food, but unforgettable experiences.

As they savored their dessert, a decadent chocolate fondant, Jacob's expression grew serious. "Alex, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about. It's... a part of me that I haven't shared with... well anyone. I'm not sure how you'll react, but I feel like I can trust you."

Alex reached across the table, his hand covering Jacob's. "You can trust me, Jacob. What is it?"

Jacob took a deep breath, his eyes searching Alex's. "I have a... fetish. It's about deriving pleasure from gaining weight, from being fed and pampered. It's a part of who I am, and I'd like to explore it with you, if you're open to it," Jacob said nearly whispering, feeling nervous for the first time in his adult life.

Alex was taken aback, his mind racing as he processed Jacob's words. He had come across gainers and feeders, a product of a childhood exploring the internet without limits, but had never given it much thought. Now, seeing the vulnerability in Jacob's eyes, he realized that this was an important part of who Jacob was, and he wanted to understand it, to support Jacob in exploring it.

"I'm... I'm open to learning about it, Jacob," Alex said, his voice steady and true. "I want to understand you, all of you. And if this is a part of that, then I'm in."

Relief washed over Jacob's face, and he leaned in to kiss Alex, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. From that moment on, their relationship took on a new dimension. They began to explore together, with Jacob sharing his desires and Alex learning to cater to them.

Their dates became more frequent, each one a celebration of their growing connection and their shared passion for food. Alex started creating special dishes for Jacob, rich in calories and flavor. He took pride in watching Jacob indulge, his pleasure evident in every bite. As Jacob's weight began to increase, so did his confidence and his happiness. Alex found himself captivated by the changes in Jacob's body, by the softness that replaced the sharp angles, and by the way Jacob's appetite for food and desire for Alex seemed to grow in tandem. Alex reveled in Jacob's reactions to his cooking, as he fed Jacob more and more, he found himself enjoying the process as much as Jacob did. Months passed, the constant rich food along with dating a chef clearly showing on his waist. He had lost all ab definition, his stomach had become soft and just started to spill over his waistband, all his clothes were tight, emphasizing every curve.

One evening, after a decadent meal at a renowned Italian restaurant, Jacob took Alex's hand as they walked along the riverfront. The city lights danced on the water, casting a warm glow on their faces. Jacob turned to Alex, his eyes sparkling with desire.

"Alex, I've been thinking. How about we take a week or two off and go somewhere, just the two of us? Someplace where we can relax, enjoy each other's company, and maybe even indulge in some incredible food."

Alex's heart raced with anticipation. "I'd love that, Jacob. What do you have in mind?"

"There's this beautiful hotel in Italy I've always wanted to visit," Jacob said, his voice filled with excitement. "They have an amazing restaurant, and they've been after me to come review it for months. Plus, they promised unlimited room service. I want you to be in charge, Alex. I want to give myself over to you, to trust you completely with this. Let's see if they can really deliver on that promise."

Alex's eyes widened with excitement. "You mean it? You want me to order for you, to feed you?"

Jacob nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I do. I want to experience this through your eyes, through your tastes. I want to trust you, Alex, to give myself over to you completely."

Alex felt a surge of pride and desire. "I won't let you down, Jacob. I promise."

That weekend, they found themselves in a luxurious suite at the hotel Jacob had mentioned. As they settled in, Alex picked up the room service menu, his eyes scanning the options. He knew exactly what he wanted to feed Jacob first.

"Here we go," Alex said, his voice filled with anticipation as he placed the order. "Our first dish will be a rich, creamy risotto, filled with Arborio rice, Parmesan cheese, and a hint of saffron. I can't wait to see your face when you take that first bite."

Jacob's eyes widened with excitement. "I can't wait either."

As they waited for the risotto to arrive, Alex fed Jacob strawberries dipped in chocolate, their sweetness contrasting with the saltiness of his skin. He watched as Jacob savored each bite, his pleasure evident in every movement. When the risotto finally arrived, Alex took his time, feeding Jacob bite after bite, their connection deepening with each shared moment. They continued like this throughout their vacation, with Alex ordering dish after dish, each one more decadent and delicious than the last.

As the days wore on, Alex continued to indulge Jacob, feeding him dish after dish of decadent, calorie-rich food, keeping him stuffed to maximum capacity at all times. Jacob, surprised by Alex's dedication to him, surrendered himself to the pleasure of indulgence, trusting him completely. He could feel his body changing, growing rounder and softer with each passing meal.

By their last night, Jacob's belly had visibly grown since they arrived. It protruded out, a soft, rounded mound that hinted at the delicious treats it held. His once-sharp cheekbones had softened, his face taking on a rounder, a double chin just starting to form. His once-slender arms and legs now held a soft, inviting plumpness, and his movements had slowed, a testament to the contentment and satisfaction that filled him.

Alex watched these changes with awe and desire. He found himself captivated by Jacob's growing softness, by the way his body seemed to bloom under Alex's care. He loved the way Jacob's belly felt under his hands, the way it stretched and grew with each meal. It was as if Jacob was becoming a living, breathing embodiment of their love and indulgence.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony of their suite, watching the sun set over the Italian countryside, Alex fed Jacob the final dish of dinner—a rich, velvety tiramisu, layered with coffee-soaked ladyfingers, mascarpone cheese, and a dusting of cocoa powder. Jacob's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the dessert, a soft moan of pleasure escaping his lips.

"Alex," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction and desire. "I feel... I feel full. Not just my stomach, but my heart, my soul. I've never felt this way before. It's... it's incredible."

Alex's heart swelled with pride and love. He looked at Jacob, his eyes tracing the soft curves of his body, the way his belly strained against the fabric of his shirt. Jacob was no longer the lean, sharp-tongued critic he had first met; he was a vision of soft, sensual indulgence, a testament to their shared journey.

"I'm so glad, Jacob," Alex said, his voice filled with emotion. "I want to take care of you, to feed you, to watch you grow and flourish. I want to see how big and beautiful we can make you together."

Jacob's eyes fluttered open, meeting Alex's gaze. He reached out, his hand covering Alex's, their fingers entwining. "I want that too, Alex. I want to explore this with you, to see how far we can go. I trust you, completely." He took Alex by the hand and led him back to the bed.

Jacob stood, his movements slow and deliberate, and began to undress. As he revealed his body, Alex found himself captivated by the changes he saw. Jacob's once-slim chest was now a soft, rounded expanse, his belly a full, inviting mound. His once-slender legs were now thick and muscular under the layer of fat, a testament to the delicious food he had indulged in.

As Jacob approached the bed, Alex reached out, his hands tracing the soft curves of Jacob's body. He could feel the heat of Jacob's skin, the way it seemed to radiate with a sensual energy. He marveled at the way Jacob's body had changed, at the softness and fullness that now defined him.

Jacob climbed onto the bed, his movements deliberate and careful, mindful of the weight he now carried. As he straddled Alex, his body pressed against Alex's, his weight a warm, comforting presence. Alex could feel every curve, every soft inch of Jacob's body, and it sent a surge of desire coursing through him.

They made love slowly, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Alex reveled in the feeling of Jacob's weight on top of him, in the way it enveloped him, surrounded him. It was as if Jacob was a living, breathing blanket, his softness a comforting, sensual embrace.

As they moved together, Alex could feel the way Jacob's belly pressed against his, the way it wobbled with their movements. It was as if Jacob's body was a separate entity, a living, breathing extension of their love and desire.

Jacob's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Alex could feel Jacob's heart pounding against his own, could feel the way their breaths synchronized, becoming one. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, their bodies and souls intertwined in a dance as ancient as the universe itself.

As they climaxed together, their bodies shaking with the force of their release, Alex found himself captivated by the feeling of Jacob's weight on top of him, and longing for more.

Bonus:

[trogdorwasaman22]

God~ it’s so biggg~! I think I’m gonna need some help pushing them out!!~ 🥵🥵🥵

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy 3/3

CW- mpreg, birth denial, punishment, degrading

it is now months ago since i came to tell him about the pregnancy, i still hadnt given birth… daddy didnt let me. i am unbelievably massive all i do is lie legs and arms spread on my bed my planet of a stomach weighing me down, my daddy comes in whenever he pleases uses my cunt and cock to keep me dick-drunk and it works, i dont think about my ever-stretching skin on my belly, i dont think about the milk leaking out my massive pecs all i think abiut is when i can next please my daddy

he brought another slut home today. hes being punished, hes not as obedient as me hes in another room begging to be let out until our daddy stuffs him with his super-cum i can only imagine how long hell be here, my daddy promises ill be here for ever, he says it threateningly but every-time he does say it my cunt throbs and cock twitches, anything he says gets me hot and bothered, he sees this and uses it to his advantage teasing me whenever he wants knowing i wont cum until he makes me knowing i wont cum until hes cum in me as much as he wants, and to think only months ago this idea freaked me out all i want know is to be used as his slut all i want now is his approval all i want know is his spawn filling me.

i rub my tight tummy as his spawn moves around while i day dream about daddy coming into my room after punishing the other slut loudly and fucking my boy-cunt deeply and aggressively its all i can think about then suddenly i get a deep contraction i let out a short scream before cutting myself off because i know daddy hates it when i make too much noise, on queue he storms in angrily.

“s-s-sorry d-daddy but i think i-its time” i stammer pathetically at him, he walks over in the nude allowing his perfect body to breathe he looks at my cunt and says “its definitely crowning” before placing his massive hand on the head and sliding it into my as my belly expands a bit more and my cock twitches and my nipples leak milk i let out a shallow moan “only when i say will you let my spawn out, understood slut?” i nod in agreement waiting for him to fuck me but he doesnt he just keeps making sure his baby doesn’t come out as i try my hardest to defy biology for him i clench my cunt tightly and hold the bottom of my belly (as bottom as i can reach which isnt very close) trying anything i can to not allow his spawn to leave my womb, after what was possibly hours he leaves me trusting me to not let his spawn out.

and i dont. ive been here for god knows how long and never given birth im so pregnant my skin is all but see through my pecs are breasts at this point and… i love it. i live to serve my daddy when he pleases ill allow his children out, by this point the other sluts hes brought back all behave too there is no more begging for freedom or birth we all live to be his breathing cum-buckets, theres about 7 of us and at various stages of pregnancies i can assume ive only seen one when daddy first brought him in and forgot to close my door he looked already about 7 months along so i can only dream of his size now.

truth is i didnt want to be pregnant but now its all i love for, if daddy let me birth then released me the first thing id do is get knocked up again, its the most amazing thing to have happened to me that fait-full night.

[mikexx2]

Why did this otherwise hilarious glitch of a mom's disembodied head following her son to college only to realise she couldn't physically hug him goodbye and sadly floating away hit me right in the feels

[waight-gain]

Chapter 3: Subtle Changes

Mike and Sam

This whole story is filled with more NSFW scenes than my previous

Sam's body had undergone a transformation that was both subtle and undeniable. In just a few months, he had gained 25 pounds, and the extra weight had started to redistribute itself in all the right places. His stomach, once a gentle slope, now formed a soft, rounded curve that jutted out just enough to be noticeable. The skin around his navel had grown taut, and a faint crease had formed where his belt used to sit. His thighs, always a bit slender, had begun to take on a slightly more substantial shape, and his hips had acquired a gentle width that was impossible to ignore. The muscles in his arms and legs still held their definition, but they were now wrapped in a layer of soft, creamy fat that made them look almost… cuddly.

Mike couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam. The changes in his boyfriend's physique ignited a surge of excitement and arousal within him. He had been subtly encouraging Sam's weight gain for months, and the results were nothing short of spectacular. The way Sam's clothes fit him now was a major turn-on for Mike. The snug t-shirts and jeans accentuated Sam's new curves, making him look like a completely different person. Mike found himself stealing glances at Sam throughout the day, his eyes lingering on the soft bulge of his stomach or the way his thighs strained against the fabric of his pants.

One evening, as they were getting ready for a night out with friends, Mike caught himself staring at Sam as he dressed. Sam, oblivious to Mike's gaze, was struggling to button up his favorite slim-fit jeans. The zipper was stuck, and the fabric was stretched taut across his thighs. Mike's heart skipped a beat as he watched Sam's face contort in a mixture of frustration and amusement. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pride and ownership, knowing that he had played a significant role in Sam's transformation.

"Need some help?" Mike asked, his voice low and husky as he stepped closer to Sam.

Sam looked up, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think I've got it," he said, his voice strained as he tugged at the zipper.

Mike's hands instinctively reached out, his fingers brushing against Sam's as he took the zipper and gently coaxed it into place. The fabric creaked and groaned, protesting the tight fit, but Mike persisted, his fingers working their magic until the zipper finally gave way with a soft whoosh. As the jeans fastened into place, Mike couldn't help but run his hand over the soft curve of Sam's stomach, his fingertips tracing the subtle swell of his belly.

Sam looked up, a questioning glint in his eye, but Mike just smiled innocently, his heart racing with excitement. He stepped back, admiring the way the jeans hugged Sam's curves, the seams straining to contain the soft flesh beneath. "You look great," Mike said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Sam grinned, running a hand through his hair as he struck a pose, his jeans-clad thighs splayed wide. "Thanks, I think," he said, his eyes laughing. "Must have shrunk in the wash."

Mike chuckled, his eyes roving over Sam's body. "Your shirt too huh?" Mike said, his voice low and teasing as he reached out to adjust the fit of Sam's shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin of his stomach. Sam's eyes met his, a flicker of awareness dancing in their depths, but Mike just smiled and stepped back, his eyes never leaving Sam's face.

As they headed out the door, Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness wash over him. He loved the way Sam looked, the way his new curves seemed to glow with a soft, inviting light. He loved the way Sam moved, his hips swaying gently as he walked, his thighs rubbing together with a soft, sensual sound.

As they walked to the car, Mike found himself falling into step beside Sam, his arm around his waist. It was a subtle touch, but it sent a shiver of excitement through Mike's body, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that he had to be careful, that he couldn't push Sam too far, too fast. But he couldn't help the way he felt, the way his body seemed to be drawn to Sam's like a magnet.

As they drove to the restaurant, Mike stole glances at Sam, his eyes drinking in the sight of his soft, rounded belly pressing against his seat belt, the tight waistband of his jeans accentuating his size. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he was secretly manipulating Sam's weight gain, but he pushed the feeling aside, telling himself that he was doing it for Sam's desires. After all, Sam seemed happier, more confident, than he had in months. And Mike was happy to be the one who was helping him get there.

The restaurant was bustling with activity, the sounds of laughter and conversation mingling with the clinking of glasses and the sizzle of food on the grill. Mike and Sam were shown to their table, a cozy little spot in the corner with a view of the entire dining area. As they perused the menus, Mike couldn't help but steal glances at Sam, his eyes lingering on the way his shirt buttons strained across his chest, the soft curve of his stomach visible beneath.

Their friends arrived, a lively group of people who had known Mike and Sam for years. They chatted and laughed, catching up on each other's lives as they ordered their meals. Sam opted for a large, creamy pasta dish, which he devoured with gusto, savoring the rich flavors. Mike, meanwhile, had chosen lasagna, but found himself more interested in watching Sam eat than in finishing his own meal. As Sam finished his pasta, Mike encouraged him to finish the rest of his lasagna as well, and with a laugh, Sam obliged.

As the night wore on, Mike found himself growing more and more aware of Sam's presence beside him. He could feel the warmth of Sam's body, the soft brush of his arm against his own. He leaned in, his voice low and husky as he whispered in Sam's ear, "Let's get desserts to go - the chocolate cake and the cheesecake. We can enjoy them later." His lips grazed the soft skin of Sam's neck as he spoke.

Sam shivered, a subtle movement that Mike felt rather than saw. He smiled, his eyes meeting Sam's in a fleeting glance. The air was charged with tension, a palpable sense of attraction that Mike couldn't ignore.

As they left the restaurant, Mike couldn't help but notice that Sam's belly was noticeably bloated, straining the buttons of his shirt and the waistband of his pants. He felt a surge of desire, his heart racing as he imagined the soft, round curves of Sam's body.

He could see that Sam had unbuttoned his pants, and his shirt had ridden up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his stomach. Mike felt a pang of desire, his body responding to the sight of Sam's soft, rounded belly.

As they reached the car, Mike couldn't resist the urge to touch Sam. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Sam's stomach, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath. Sam looked up, a questioning glint in his eye, but Mike just smiled, his heart racing with excitement.

"You look amazing," Mike said, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to get you home."

Sam grinned, running a hand through his hair as he struck a pose, his belly jutting out even more in response to Mike's touch. "I think I'm going to need new clothes," he said, his eyes laughing.

Mike chuckled, his eyes roving over Sam's body. "I think you're right," he said, his voice low and teasing as he reached out to adjust the fit of Sam's shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin of his stomach. Sam's eyes met his, a flicker of awareness dancing in their depths, but Mike just smiled and stepped back, his eyes never leaving Sam's face.

As they drove home, Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness wash over him. He loved the way Sam looked, the way his new curves seemed to glow with a soft, inviting light. He loved the way Sam moved, his hips swaying gently as he walked, his belly jiggling with each step.

As they entered their apartment, Mike pushed Sam up against the wall, his fingers tracing the soft curves of his belly and squeezing his love handles. He felt a surge of desire, his heart racing as he pressed his muscular body against Sam's bloated gut.

Sam moaned softly, his hands tangling in Mike's hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Mike's mouth with a hunger that matched Mike's own. Mike's hands slipped under Sam's shirt, his fingers spreading against the soft, warm skin of his stomach, feeling the softness of his belly.

Sam broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Bedroom," he managed to say, his voice husky with desire.

Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving Sam's face as he led him to the bedroom. He pushed Sam onto the bed, his hands roaming over Sam's body, his fingers tracing the soft curves of his belly and the plumpness of his love handles. Sam's eyes were closed, his head thrown back, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's neck, his tongue tracing a path down to his collarbone. He could feel Sam's heart racing beneath his touch, the softness of his skin. He trailed his lips down to Sam's chest, his hands cupping Sam's belly, feeling the softness of his skin.

Sam moaned softly, his hands tangling in Mike's hair as he arched his back, offering himself to Mike. Mike's lips trailed down to Sam's belly, his tongue tracing the soft curves, feeling the softness of his skin. He could feel Sam's belly jiggle beneath his touch, a sensation that sent a shiver of desire through Mike's body.

Mike's hands slipped lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of Sam's pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pulling them down, revealing Sam's soft thighs. He could see the soft, dark hair that covered Sam's pubic area, the plumpness of his love handles.

Sam's eyes opened, a look of pure desire in them as he watched Mike. Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's body, his tongue tracing a path around his sensitive nipples. He could feel Sam's body trembling beneath him, his hips bucking up towards Mike.

Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against the head of Sam's cock, his tongue tracing a path around the tip. Sam moaned softly, his hands tangling in Mike's hair as he arched his back, offering himself to Mike.

Mike took Sam's cock into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the head, his tongue tracing a path around the tip. He could feel Sam's body trembling beneath him, his hips bucking up towards Mike's mouth.

Sam's moans grew louder, his body tensing as he reached his climax. Mike felt the warmth of Sam's cum on his tongue, the taste sweet and salty. He swallowed, his eyes meeting Sam's as he pulled away, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Sam's body collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. He could feel the curve of Sam's plump love handles, the warmth of his skin.

As they lay in each other's arms, Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, a sense of peace. "Time for dessert?" he asked Sam.

Sam, still trying to catch his breath, nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with desire. Mike reached for the desserts they had brought from the restaurant, the chocolate cake and the cheesecake, and they shared them, savoring the sweet flavors as they continued to explore each other's bodies.

[etirabys]

empirically I can't write anything (complete or not) longer than 35K words but I still spend much of my time mentally fleshing out e.g. a harem novel where the female protagonist time travels back mid-story and has a whole parallel arc in the (relatively gender segregated) magic school this time as a boy, unlocking new understandings about the clan politics she meddled in the first time around & getting to see new sides of her love interests

[rubberduckyrye]

You ever get like -1 HP every time a game you like does something Wrong, and eventually it hits a threshold where you just hit 0 HP and go "Yeah I think that's too much bad for me to enjoy now."

That's me and Genshin I think.