#fattening twink

[neverknowsme]

The best scene of “my friend Dahmer”

[billygetsbigger]

Stuffed myself crazy today 🫃🏻 think I took it too far I’m ready to pop

[think-like-thin]

Athletic influencer Jordan Muzzy is leaving behind his well-built and muscular body, he is growing and his fat is more than noticeable. How long do you think that bloated sixpack will last?

[fullertwink]

Stuffed twinks grow into fattened lard bois~

Can I go back to being a twink?~ or should I let myself be fattened up more?..

[little-tummy]

It's so soft

[reverack]

How do you manage to eat so much? I’m a big guy but I struggle to eat much honestly and it makes it tough to gain.

I had to force myself at times if I am being honest. I have to remember that if I want to eventually be 450 lbs I gotta eat like those big guys. It took a while for my appetite to grow, but now 2 thousand calories isn’t enough for me in one sitting. I would recommend eating a little more after feeling stuffed. Your portions should eventually get bigger before you know it.

Thats how I went from this to that

[chubbysoutherncub]

Chapter Two of my Gainer Fiction.

Chapter One can be found here.

Big Briefs: A Gainer Story

Chapter 2

The morning sun the next day cast a gentle glow through Stephen's dormitory window as he stirred from his slumber. As he blinked his eyes open, the memories of the previous day flooded through his mind – flashes of his afternoon swim and damp underwear lying on the ground, the briefs he’d hauled from the lost and found, the strange hunger, the uncontrollable eating, and the intense wank he’d had after filling his stomach to the brim.

He felt a stab of confusion and embarrassment.

His eyes darted downward to the briefs discarded on the floor. Should he wear them again? He didn’t want his friends to know he was wearing someone else’s underwear, but the briefs had been incredibly comfortable.

Stephen hesitated for only a moment before reaching for the briefs again and hastily pulling them on. Despite everything, there was something alluring about them. Almost instantly, the intense hunger returned, gnawing at him with relentless force.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, but the feeling was impossible to ignore.

Dressing quickly, he then made his way to the cafeteria, piling his plate high once more with a hearty feed of bacon, eggs and thick greasy sausages. He was soon joined by his friends who were once again in shock to see him eating with the same fervour as the day before.

“Stephen, calm down already. You’re eating way too much,” Jo said, his tone serious. “You’re gonna make yourself sick and we’ve got rugby practice this afternoon,”

Stephen knew that Jo was right, but the hunger was overpowering. No matter how much he ate, it wasn’t enough and he couldn’t stop himself.

As the day wore on, Stephen couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, the briefs were somehow to blame. It was a ridiculous notion, but the hunger had only started the moment he put them on. Despite his better judgement, he couldn’t dismiss the idea entirely.

Returning to the cafeteria for dinner, he was still completely hypnotised by the mysterious hunger. Once there he heaved plate after plate of hot, greasy food down his throat. Nothing could stop him, and he soon felt his stomach pushing hard against the waistband of his jeans.

Jo's patience was wearing thin, his reproach evident as he chided Stephen for his excessive eating. The young rugby player's face flushed with shame as he fought back the urge to consume more food. His stomach still rumbling, Stephen excused himself and retreated to his dormitory.

Standing alone in his room again, Stephen peeled off his clothes, his eyes drawn to his overstuffed gut. His eating habits had spiralled out of control, and this time a real fear took hold of him as he pondered what might happen if he carried on eating like this. Being one of the leaner, more powerful and fit members of the rugby team, there was a lot to risk if he let himself go. It was only a bloat for now, but what were to happen if it stuck?

Examining himself, he saw that his stomach had swollen even more than the night before.

“I’m so bloated,” he whispered in awe. Wearing nothing but the borrowed underwear, Stephen couldn’t help but notice how they still seemed to fit him perfectly. Despite having to stretch to accommodate his bloat, the briefs did not feel any tighter or uncomfortable. In fact, they looked like they were still the right size. It was as though the fabric had magically increased in size with him. He wondered if there was something special about the material. Did it mean they would still fit if he got even bigger? What would that look like? What if his stomach did grow more? How round could it become?

He began to picture himself with a drooping gut and love handles. He slowly started to fondle his dick as the visuals filled his mind. It was too much. Once again, thinking about how he looked fatter and imagining himself overweight caused an unprecedented jolt of arousal to flow through his body. His hands caressed his bulge gently.

“I look fatter already,”

He was barely touching himself, but the sight of his bloated belly before him was sending him into overdrive and he felt precum gushing into the underwear.

“It has to be these briefs. It wasn’t until I put them on that I started feeling like this. They’re making me hungry. They're going to make me fat!” he moaned.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he pictured his body growing and expanding, his pelvic muscles clenching together.

Rubbing himself intently, Stephen felt a thick dose of cum soak into his hand as he squirted into the confines of the tight briefs. The intense orgasm had him frozen in place, his body drenched in sweat, and hot white liquid dripping all over his fingers and seeping through the material of his underwear.

As he regained his focus, he found himself staring directly at his reflection and admiring the darkened damp patch where his cum had soaked the light coloured underwear below his bloated belly.

What was going on? There were so many mysteries surrounding the underwear. His stomach was only slightly bigger than what he was used to, but it was enough to turn him on and imaging it even more bloated and swollen sent him into a frenzy.

This wasn’t normal, and he was worried that if things continued like this, then his fantasies might become reality. As much as he enjoyed the look and how it made him feel, he knew he could not let himself go any further.

Frustrated and fearful, he slipped the stained briefs off and tossed them across the room to his wash basket. Exhausted, he tumbled back onto his bed, his bottom half exposed and naked, and drifted off to sleep, bloated and warm.

[permabulging]

chugged 4 boosts last night, felt like a very plump pup this morning😮‍💨

[fatteninghansel]

flabby tummy…skinny everything else

How long do you reckon I can keep up this slim build? Before absolutely chubbing in out

[billygetsbigger]

Sunburnt & stuffed 🫃🏻

[fullertwink]

From just “playfully gaining a little jiggly tummy” to realizing you’re not escaping the twink fattening pipeline~ 😈🥵🤭

Brb now going to think about someone strapping a tube to my mouth and me mindlessly swallowing 😳

[little-tummy]

One year between those pics

[reverack]

Ive been sticking to my diet, so why have I been gaining so much weight???

[mychlapci]

Lockdown getting it into his helm that the reason Prowl can’t seem to carry to term is because he’s too skinny. He could be right or not, but he’s convinced that getting some more mesh on those struts can only help!!! Prowl’s a little resistant at first. I don’t think he naturally has much of an appetite, tbh. And he’s maybe a little scared that Lockdown won’t find him as attractive afterwards. Little does he fucking know. He finally agrees to try it under the stipulation that if Lockdown wants him eating more then he’ll be the one providing the food. Not a problem.

Prowl eats whatever Lockdown puts in front of him, when it’s put in front of him, but he’s stoic about it. Doesn’t really seem to enjoy it much. Until Lockdown gets him tied to a berth or a chair, hand-feeding him until his stomach is tight and bulging while he torments Prowl’s spike and node with a vibrator. Just giving him a little buzz for every obedient suck or swallow, tenderly filling his mouth every time it opens. Even when his skinny little partner tries to whine that he’s full. Prowl only gets to overload if he manages to finish every bite, but Lockdown will rub his sore tummy and stroke his slowly growing curves afterwards whether he succeeds or not.

Eventually it progresses from Prowl being tied down with a vibrator taped to his ‘clitties,’ as Lockdown likes to call them (filthy mouth on that mech, I just know it), to him warming Lovkdown’s spike at the table. Not allowed to rock back onto that fat, deliciously modded spike unless he’s a good bot and eats what his mech has provided. Prowl can’t help but moan when Lockdown teases him, pulling a bite away from his mouth to make him chase it. He feels too full to swallow another bite, but he does it anyway just to feel Lockdown roll his hips and tell him how gorgeous he is. He didn’t used to like this so much, but the feeling off fullness and the body worship after have changed his mind completely. He looks pregnant after some of his feedings, even though he isn’t. Belly round and taut with fuel and cum. Cradling and rubbing at it, desperately charged up as he asks so sweetly for and overload.

And it genuinely drives Lockdown crazy—probably gets to /all/ of the ‘cons—when his increasingly chubby belly begins to jiggle as he moves. They can’t stop staring at his fat aft and thick thighs as they sway almost seductively. His trim, muscular ninjabot frame is gone, leaving what looks like a fertility goddess in its wake. Prowl’s newly soft body is a point of pride for Lockdown, since ‘con culture finds having a skinny carrier shameful. Failure to provide for a mate is a major no-no. But clearly Lockdown has been putting in the work lately, because his twig of a mate has been putting on the pounds. Just look at that fat, juicy aft jiggle! It shakes when Lockdown slaps it, and it makes Prowl gasp and arch his back every time. Pussy clenching on whatever toy the bounty hunter has insisted he wear that day.

Soon Lockdown isn’t just increasing the amount of fuel Prowl takes in, he’s modifying his diet altogether. Adding in certain nutrients that are supposed to be good for fertility, vitamins and minerals to help Prowl’s changing frame get the memo. An aid for lactation here. An aphrodisiac there. Prowl knows, of course, but it the thought of it makes him so wet. He agreed to let Lockdown control his fueling, after all, and none of the results have hurt or hindered him… just made him unbearably horny.

Prowl’s tits have been growing and swelling the whole time, getting more sensitive with each specially tailored meal until they begin to leak while he’s sitting on Lockdown’s spike at the table. The bounty hunter smirks triumphantly as the wet milk begins to drip down Prowl’s chassis, silencing the bot’s whines and pleas with another mouthful of aphrodisiac oil. Lockdown tells him that he’s turning into “such a sweet, pretty little Mama for Daddy,” but that he’s missing the most important part of that equation: the baby.

His chubby little autobot mate can only whine and cry in pleasure when Lockdown takes him on the table, filling him up to the brim with load after load of cum. Swelling that belly as Prowl arches his back and tries to take him deeper. Sucking his tits dry to ensure they produce even more the next time. Desperate to get an overload after his feeding got him so charged up. Rarely used spike dripping where the head is peeking out of its sheathe. Lockdown strokes at Prowl’s clitties, teasing him about the size of his spike even though it’s a fairly standard size for Prowl’s model. The cutesy nickname always makes Prowl’s pussy gush.

Lockdown finally gets his fat little baby mama pregnant and starts calling him Mommy in public, much to Prowl’s secret pleasure. Kept stuffed full of fuel and spike when and wherever Lockdown can manage it, he continues to gain weight through the whole carriage until the baby arrives. And Lockdown couldn’t be more smug about being right, making Prowl say it over and over as he strokes his little wifey’s node until he overloads. It’s only a matter of time before Prowl begs to get pregnant again.

hmmm you know, i bet that if Prowl had left with Lockdown to become a full-fledged bounty hunter and bed-warmer, it’d quickly turn out that since Lockdown works with so many ‘Cons, using his skinny little twink to bait and seduce ‘em just won’t work… He’s gonna have to make a mommy out of him. 

I love that it’s a given on this blog that tfa Prowl is miscarriages georg. He’s too skinny to carry!! Lockdown decides to fatten him up. mhmmm Prowl getting more and more chubby the more Lockdown feeds him… plush valve squeezing his spike, fat titties bouncing, he would never think to refuse a spoonful of energon, even if he’s already full. When he’s got the thighs that can support a big, swollen belly, Lockdown decides it’s time to make his little autobot a mommy. He needs him fatter, bigger, sexier. 

Of course, I don't think Prowl loses any of his fighting skills. If Lockdown drags him along to a deal and he’s only there to be ogled, distracting all the sleazy ’Cons while Lockdown talks them into paying a higher price for the bounty, and one of them thinks they can cop a feel at the cute autobot’s jiggly thighs, they’ll be gasping on the ground under his feet in under a second. 

Prowl’s first baby is born healthy and very fat. Lockdown can’t wait to put another one into him. 

[gettingplumped1119]

Sneak peek 🫣 🐷

[fatteninghansel]

someone’s dinner