#fa gainer

[mortiskiller]

Burps galore after stuffing myself on Indian food thanks to @ihatemakingusernames

[hansel-blimp4]

I guess I am not the office twink anymore 🐷

[clearlyonhere]

Gym clothes getting a lil tight miss gym bunnie?

Oh my goodness yes! Look how big I look in these!

[zachgutss]

Hiiii all I'm getting better at the custom content, if you want any hmu :3 I can very gladly do vore toooo

Also feeders hmu I want to chat :3

[arisgettingflabby]

feeling my belly get plumper by the day is the best thing everrr

[theother456-stories]

“The Dare”

It all started as a joke between them, an offhand comment during a workout. Dylan and Kevin were at the gym, lifting weights like they had done countless times before. Dylan, a 160-pound athlete with a body sculpted by years of dedication, was hitting personal records on the bench press when Kevin, spotting him, smirked and said, “I bet you could eat the whole gym if you tried.”

Dylan laughed it off at first. But Kevin, always the instigator, couldn’t let it go. Over the next few days, it turned into a running gag between them. Kevin teased that Dylan’s unstoppable commitment—whether at the gym or on the field—wasn’t just for sports. He could probably take on any challenge, no matter how absurd, and win. Dylan, never one to back down, played along, claiming he could out-eat anyone, anywhere, anytime.

One night after work, while hanging out at Kevin’s place, the conversation took a serious turn. Kevin, now working as the night guard at a local grocery store, dared him to put his words to the test. “I dare you to eat everything in the store,” Kevin said, grinning. “You’re always bragging about how tough you are. Prove it.”

Dylan paused, realizing Kevin wasn’t joking anymore. It sounded insane, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. With a mix of bravado and dread, he accepted.

That’s how Dylan found himself standing inside the dimly lit grocery store after hours. Once a place where he casually shopped, it had now become the stage for his ultimate challenge. Kevin, with his night guard keys, had let him in, grinning like a kid about to witness something wild.

At first, it was almost fun. Dylan, still in peak shape, made quick work of the easy stuff—fruits, snacks, and sandwiches. His muscular frame handled the initial rush of calories easily, his taut belly barely showing any signs of strain as he devoured loaf after loaf of bread, chips, and cheese. His six-pack abs, defined and sharp, flexed beneath his skin as he reached for more food.

But after an hour, Dylan’s body began to betray him. His stomach, once flat and hard, started to bloat visibly. The powerful definition in his abs softened, the skin stretching to accommodate the increasing volume. His muscles, once outlined perfectly, were slowly hidden beneath a soft layer of fat.

By the time he reached the halfway mark, Dylan’s athletic physique was disappearing under his growing girth. His stomach had swelled to the size of a beach ball, rounding out from beneath his shirt, which had ridden up, exposing the tight skin stretched across his gut. His once-powerful arms, which could press massive weights, were thickening, the muscle buried under a growing layer of flesh. His legs, which once propelled him through fast sprints, were slowly losing their definition, thickening as his thighs spread.

“Not so lean now, are you?” Kevin teased, watching as Dylan struggled to bend down and grab more food.

Dylan forced himself to keep going. His face had started to puff up, cheeks rounding as he chewed through the next item. His biceps, once taut and bulging, softened, losing their defined curve as his arms thickened with every bite. His neck had nearly disappeared, buried beneath a rising double chin, his face rounder, his jawline softening.

Every movement became a chore. By the time he reached the freezer section, Dylan was more mass than man. His once lean and muscular body had swelled grotesquely, the weight piling on at an alarming rate. His belly was now gargantuan, sagging down past his thighs, forcing his legs apart with its sheer size. His skin stretched tight over the ballooning fat, faint veins visible under the surface. His arms and legs had swollen dramatically, thick slabs of fat hanging from his once-toned limbs. His movements were slow and heavy, each step causing his body to jiggle and sway.

When Dylan finally collapsed onto the floor, his body was unrecognizable. What had once been a fit, muscular frame was now buried beneath a mountain of fat. His belly spread out in front of him, dominating his form, a massive dome that pressed against the shelves and spilled onto the floor. His arms were thick and useless, weighed down by layers of soft flesh, and his legs, bloated beyond belief, could barely support his own weight.

Kevin stood over him, slack-jawed. Dylan had to weigh at least five tons now—an impossible figure. He filled the aisle, his swollen body spilling over into the next. His face, once sharp and defined, was now a bloated, round mass, his cheeks puffed out. His clothes had long since been shredded, hanging off him in tattered pieces, leaving his enormous body exposed.

“You actually did it,” Kevin whispered in awe, snapping a picture of the sight before him. Dylan was no longer the fit, muscular athlete he had been just hours ago. He had become an immobile, mountainous figure, consumed by the dare that had pushed his body to the absolute extreme.

As Dylan lay on the floor, his immense body taking up nearly the entire aisle, he heaved slow, labored breaths. His gigantic belly, now a massive, heavy dome of flesh, rose and fell rhythmically, the sheer volume of food inside him leaving him in a food-induced stupor. Kevin stood above him, eyes wide with disbelief.

“You’re a monster dude,” Kevin finally said, still processing the sight of his once-fit friend turned into an immobile colossus. “I can’t believe you actually did it. You ate everything.”

Dylan, despite the crushing weight of his own body, managed a small, exhausted smile. His cheeks, now round and swollen, wobbled as he turned his head slightly to look up at Kevin. “I told you… I don’t back down from a dare,” he murmured, his voice breathy and strained. Even speaking seemed to take effort now, with all the weight pressing down on his chest.

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Man, I never thought you’d take it this far. Look at you. You’re massive! I don’t even know how to describe it. You’re like… a mountain.”

Dylan’s small, tired grin widened slightly, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. “Yeah? You think so?” His voice was timid, as if he wasn’t sure how to feel about his new size. But there was a certain satisfaction in knowing he had completed the challenge, no matter how bizarre.

Kevin crouched down beside him, shaking his head. “Seriously, Dylan. You’ve got to be… five tons? Maybe even six. Look at yourself. You’re literally the biggest guy I’ve ever seen—probably the biggest anyone’s ever been

Dylan shifted slightly, his massive form wobbling in response. He blushed beneath the layers of fat now covering his once sharp cheekbones, feeling the weight of Kevin’s words. “I guess I kinda went overboard,” he admitted shyly.

“Overboard? Dude, you blew past overboard like fifty pizzas ago!” Kevin teased, though his tone was light. He patted Dylan’s massive belly, which jiggled under the touch. “But I gotta admit… it’s impressive. In a totally insane way.”

Dylan blinked up at Kevin, his swollen face showing a mixture of embarrassment and pride. “You really think so?” he asked quietly, as if starting to embrace the idea.

Kevin nodded, grinning. “No doubt. I don’t know anyone else who could have pulled this off. You didn’t just eat a lot—you ate everything. I don’t know whether to call you a legend or an idiot.” He laughed, but the admiration in his voice was clear.

Dylan let out a weak chuckle, his whole body trembling from the movement. “Maybe both,” he said. He looked down at the mountain of flesh that was now his body, a mixture of disbelief and reluctant pride in his eyes. He could barely move, let alone get up. But something in him felt… oddly satisfied.

“I guess I’m the biggest winner here, huh?” Dylan joked, his voice laced with shyness and pride.

Kevin laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, man. You’re definitely the biggest. Not sure about the winner part, but you’re one for the record books.”

Dylan, despite the exhaustion and the overwhelming pressure of his own body, couldn’t help but smile. The dare had been absurd, but he had done it. He had proven something—though he wasn’t entirely sure what. Even if he was now an immobile mass of flesh.

“Just… don’t tell anyone how much I enjoyed this, alright?” Dylan murmured, blushing as Kevin snapped a picture of his massive form.

“Your secret’s safe with me, big guy,” Kevin grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “But you might want to get used to that size. It’s gonna be hard to forget.”

[cherrrydomme]

sorry nothing good to say about feederism with this one just was hot. i now have like 7 total mins of slow motion footage of just my ass lol

[cherrrydomme]

wore a very tight skirt today……

ate a large lunch because i’m going to the gym after work……

have to say, having to undo a little bit of the zipper to sit comfortably? pretty hot