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[prettyhealthfood]

How to Plan the Perfect Post-Workout Nutrition

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A proper meal is essential after a strenuous workout. You don't know what to eat. My video shows you how to plan the perfect post-workout meal and get rid of food cravings forever.

Nutrition Post-Workout: Do's

Fuel Your Body with Protein

Your body needs protein to repair muscle proteins broken down during exercise. Consider lean proteins like antibiotic-free chicken, wild-caught fish, and grass-fed beef occasionally.

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Take in more glycogen

A high-intensity workout depletes your body of glycogen, a polysaccharide.  

In your body, carbohydrates release insulin that absorbs glucose from the blood and stores it as energy.

Carbohydrates: Eat the Right Kind

However, not all carbs are created equal. Carbohydrates can be whole or complex.

Natural carbs contain fiber that regulates the body's use of sugar. These include sweet potatoes, fruits, vegetables, beans, and whole grains.

Eat Healthy Fats for Satisfaction

Fat sources in small amounts are also helpful after workouts. You will feel fuller for longer periods of time if you consume a small amount of fat.

Nutrition Post-Workout: Don'ts

The event that you avoid entire food sources, get your hands on supplements like protein shakes, BCAAs, and so forth.

Avoid ingredients that are unknown

Eat less spicy food

Sugar should be avoided at all costs

Don't drink alcohol

[mini-ism]

courtship— 07 KINKTOBER ‘23

words: 815

synopsis: zhongli accepts your proposal, your innocence for a chance to be his spouse.

warnings: mdni!! virginity (reader), taking of virginity, monsterfucking, dragon form, courting, porn with some plot, mentions of marriage, gender neutral reader

zhongli loomed over you menacingly. his shoulders squared and broad, his eyes focused, glowing with sheer strength. you could hear his tail smack the floor a couple times.

your proposal was hard to deny, especially when you were in front of him, your most tender form of all— stripped bare and belly exposed. it was difficult not to think of you as prey, ready and eager to be consumed.

you begged and you pleaded for this chance, you knew the man would soon be courted once more, perhaps by a person lovelier than yourself. you merrily offered zhongli your innocence for a chance to become his spouse, nodding your head along joyfully, willfully dismissing his warnings.

yet there he stood, his gaze focused on you, your legs brought up to your chest, knees bent. you anticipated the answer of his body, the response to your bare form. it tingled and brewed within you, every second heightening your senses, the feeling of eagerness lingering in the air.

with a quick, experienced movement, zhongli pushed himself against you, his thick, large cock pressing against your entrance. awkwardly, you craned your neck to look at his body. his cock was unlike anything you could have imagined. it was big and lengthy, with a knot at the base, and his tip was an inhuman blackish color.

you watched as he tentatively moved his hips to yours, his cock poking and prodding at your hole, eliciting a whine from your lips.

you could feel the round, yet pointed, tip gain entry within you, stretching your hole ever so slightly to allow zhongli inside of you. a loud, breathy mewl left you, the stretching of your entrance and now your walls causing you to whine in pain.

“i warned you.” he said, your mind blurring while he moved in and out of you slowly, losing more of his length inside of you. he put his hands on your hips, thrusting inwards sharply, then pulling out almost all the way, only to fuck into you harder again. he continued this until most of his cock was in you, which took longer than we would have liked.

moans spilled from your mouth, feeling the girth of his dick stretch you out to your limits. the pain slowly ebbed into deep pleasure. you reached for his horns, which he allowed you to hold onto. zhongli kept his slow, yet agonizing pace, his cock dragging in and out of your tight hole. he knew he was in control.

tightening your grip, zhongli drew in a sharp inhale, your thumbs riding on the ridges of the sharp dragon horns atop his head, nestled in his dark brown hair. zhongli’s pace quickened drastically without warning, his hands still planted on your hips. his determined eyes were squinted, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“do you like it? do you like this?” you asked.

“do not ask me such… dumb questions,” he replied, remaining silent for a while, “…yes, i enjoy this.”

you half giggled and half moaned in response. pleasure was building within both of you, and moans were slipping from both of you. mostly you, really. zhongli’s darkened hands moved from your hips to the underside of your thighs. your body was continuously and relentlessly bullied by zhongli’s fat cock, your tight hole straining from his size.

heat pooled in your gut, the sense of trust relaxing your muscles as he carefully, yet ruthlessly, fucked you. zhongli’s tail continued to swish and smack against the floor, nearly wagging uncontrollably as he chased his own high.

“are you close?” he panted.

you nodded, tears stinging your eyes, you could hear skin against skin, and the smell of sex hung in the air. he looked so handsome on top of you, drilling you full of his cock, his hair messier than usual, and his clothes slightly undone. you hoped he’d pick you after this, how he’d pick you to fuck again. to marry. to make you submit to him.

“good.”

the intensity of his thrusts jumped, your hands grabbing at his horns tightly, your hole clenching with his every movement. his grip tightened on your plush, warm thighs, ramming into you as fast as he fucking could.

“ah, ah, i’ll come soon. mmh,” zhongli could only muster as much of a warning as that before you came. your body tightened and you moaned loudly, your hips bucking wildly, hole tight as a vice around his cock. a sense of heavy relief and intense pleasure washed over you, your brain foggy and thoughts awry.

“zhongli, i- mmgh! oh, oh, fuck… fuuuuck…”

you watched as zhongli fucked into you one last time, pulling out as seed spilled onto your tummy, thick white globs leaking from his pointed tip. he looked at you determinedly, ready to pursue you deeper than this fuck.

and when the day came, the dragon approached you.

[littlebearbigchub]

As usual, gym OOTD is: “Hasn’t accepted that he needs to size up.” 🐷 skipping cardio and letting my shirt ride up in front of everyone when I do my lifts.

I’m really being a fat slut recently. I’ve just been crushing my protein goals after a lengthy period of being too depressed to build muscle. I am feeling so BIG and loving the growing strength. I’m just totally embracing my appetite and the jiggles.

Oh course, I’m sure that it’s only a matter of time before I start freaking out again about the new highs on the scale and make another pathetic attempt at losing some of it. I’m not worried though. I know where I’m eventually going to end up and it’s going to make me so happy.

Standing at the precipice of stepping off the cliff of the 150 lb range is as thrilling and euphoric as it is genuinely terrifying. I can see myself and my path to 165 lbs (which would be my ideal next pit stop on my way to my goal of obesity at 180 lbs) but dang, I’m gonna be ruined physically and mentally if I’m not careful. I think that so long as I keep in shape I can mostly convince myself that my weight isn’t /too/ bad but it’s such a tight line to walk to not get fat too fast to stay fit (for me at least) and it gets more and more tempting to be lazy with every extra pound.

I’ve also basically decided that I’m gonna seek medication related to diabetes prophylactically when I reach that point. Like, I can eat as plant based as possible and work out to support my cholesterol and blood pressure but with my family history and signs of insulin insensitivity already appearing at a certain weight I’m gonna need some sort of pancreatic support - to minimize the squeeze from visceral fat if nothing else (besides more subq would be sexyyyyyyy) I’ve made a ridiculous delusional plan that I could access something like that and it could actually really support my gain by preventing damage from my obesity instead of reacting to it and hopefully minimize the chances of being in a situation where I have to lose weight for my health.

“Piggy boy is such a fatass that he needs meds because he just can’t say no to ice cream, doc. That’s why his belly is spilling out of his shirt and he’s up 10 pounds year over year for the past 5 years. You better do something quick before he starts tipping past 200 lbs and the gains accelerate until he can barely waddle back into this office.”

[epigstolary]

Step by Step

“I’m starting to get a little too fat. I ought to try to lose some weight.”

You hear something small clatter to the ground, and look down to see a spinning button slowly coming to rest at your feet. Your puffy potbelly sags through the gap in the waistband of your now-buttonless pants. You try to pull your shirt down to cover the gap, but your belly is hanging too low and it keeps riding up to your bellybutton. The friends you’re with see your face turn beet red, and try to stifle a snicker.

“I’m getting a little too fat. I ought to try to lose some weight.”

You bend over to tie your shoes, and the sudden constriction of your too-tight t-shirt takes your breath away. You can feel your sumptuous belly and flabby tits, bulging outward, straining against the fabric. You do your best to suck in and hold your breath long enough to finish your knot, then straighten up and take a loud, noisy breath. It takes more effort than you remember to get to your feet.

“I’ve gotten a little too fat. I ought to lose some weight.”

The walk to the corner store seems a lot longer than it used to. Then you realize it’s because the extra resistance of your thickening thighs rubbing together, your ass cheeks being pushed up and dropped with every step, and the jiggle of extra fat in myriad unfamiliar places all over your body is what’s slowing you down. You stealthily pull the zipper halfway down your hoodie to let out some of the heat building up from your exertion.

“I’ve gotten too fat. I ought to lose some weight.”

Your friends look at you, then nervously at each other, as you load your fourth plate at the group potluck. Distracted by your craving for another helping, you don’t notice how pronounced your waddle is as you plod across the room. You also don’t pay much attention when you sit down on the couch, until your wide hips spread across the cushion, your belly pushes you back into the seat — and the couch lets out a loud CRACK beneath you. Everyone in the room looks your direction, and then tries to pretend they were looking at anything but your embarrassed chubby face.

“I’ve gotten too fat. I need to lose some weight.”

You sit behind the wheel of your car, in your driveway, the frustration and bafflement growing in your mind. You check, and yes, the seat’s all the way back; wheel’s still making a dent into the pudge of your belly, but there’s at least enough room. The belt’s at its usual shoulder height. You lift your side rolls, flowing over the armrest; and the clip is positioned where it’s supposed to be. So why, you ask yourself, won’t the buckle reach? You pull again, the strap pulling on and cutting into your flab as you strain to get it just that half an inch further… before giving up with a frustrated sigh. You drum your pudgy fingers on your stack of side rolls. Maybe an extender would be a good investment after all.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I have to lose some weight.”

You try to focus on the smell of the cooking food as you stand over the stove, but all you can think about is the roaring ache in your back and legs. You lean against the kitchen counter, feeling your belly hanging and pulling against your back muscles, painfully aware of the whole weight of your thickening body resting on your flabby legs. All this, you think, from standing ten minutes making a pot of macaroni? With a last burst of energy, you grasp the pile of lard at your midsection, your fingers sinking into it, and heave it onto the counter. It groans under the mass, but the pressure releases from your spine and knees as the weight settles. It’s clear this isn’t going to work much longer. You figure it’s time to get a stool and start sitting when you have to cook.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I really have to lose some weight.”

You never realized how many different kinds of brushes there were until you had to scroll through the hundreds listed for sale to find one you can use in the shower. You still feel the embarrassment from this morning’s discovery that, even sitting on your shower stool, there’s too much blubber surrounding your arms, love handles, and thighs for you to reach everywhere you need to wash with just your soapy loofah. You find one with a long handle and soft bristles that looks like it will fit perfectly under your sagging belly and between your billowing rolls. You add a case of those hard-to-find jelly-filled cakes you love to the order and select the expedited shipping option.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I really have to lose some weight.”

The blubber encasing your body, hanging between your knees and over the sides of your mobility scooter seat, wobbles as you whir along down the frozen foods aisle. Your basket is already filled with chips, cookies, snack cakes, sugar cereal, pasta, ready-to-eat processed meals — your usual fare for the week — but you need a couple gallons of ice cream to get you through the weekend. As you reach for a carton of double chocolate fudge, you feel something give way in the scooter underneath you, which now makes a sickly buzzing noise when you try to operate the unresponsive controls. It takes all your strength to heave your bulk up from the seat, lumber your hundreds of pounds up to the customer service desk, and lean against the counter to catch your breath and try to ask for help. All the bewildered clerk and other customers can do is stare as you pant and cough, too winded and overheated to talk, your fat undulating with your labored breaths.

“I’ve gotten wayyy too fat. I really have to at least stop gaining weight.”

You wake, still groggy, realizing you fell asleep and spent the night on the couch again. You gather the blanket on top of the wide mound of belly in front of you, fold it, and set it aside before collecting the snack wrappers and soda bottles left sitting next to you from the night before. You’re still a little tired, so you’re not that surprised when you grab the arm rest and push up, letting your belly roll forward over your knees, rise a few inches off the couch, stall, and plop back into your spot, the broad cheeks of your ass spreading to fill the indent covering two of the three cushions. What does surprise you, after you’ve woken up fully and collected yourself, is that your second and third attempts go little better. Somewhat alarmed, adrenaline pumping, you finally get over the hump and lift your tremendous bulk into a standing position. A chill of worry ripples down your spine, as the thought of having to call the fire department to get you off your own couch flashes through your mind. You step slowly, deliberately toward the front door; and if you weren’t so distracted at the thought of the grocery delivery waiting for you, you’d notice the jiggle and pull of the thick layers of fat covering every inch of your body, dominating your motions and shifting with every step you try to take.

“I’ve gotten wayyy too fat. And now… I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.”

[trueshame]

Man stripped naked during street fight

Location: Russia 🇷🇺 (city of Chelyabinsk) Year: 2014 Genre: Stripped Naked

The street fight between two men resulted in losing clothes by one of them. He kept fighting naked, but eventually decided to pull back.

The Naked Man (NM)

The naked man is definitely younger than his opponent, but his exact age is unknown, same as his identity. We menaged to perform some face recovery but it's still too blurry.

The young man was winning the battle almost at every point: he was faster and was punching stronger. The tables have turned when his opponent started to pull the man's pants...

At this point it began clear the man was not wearing underwear.

Half naked, he was pushed to the wall but he didn't lost his vigour even after loosing his shirt and becoming completely naked. He served a strong serie of punches to his opponent, exposing and bending his ass to the camera.

During the naked fight, the man has also exposed his body quality, especially fat rolls on his belly, untrained chest and weak arm muscles: something that couldn't had been seen when he was still wearing clothes.

Soon the naked man realized that he probably looks extremely stupid and silly fighting naked and decided to pull back from the fight. Then, his visibly wounded victim striked back and made the naked man to flee, exposing his genitals tothe camera.

The video ends shortly after. It is unclear how it all ended. We know that the man's shirt was lost and his pants was torn, which means he had nothing to wear. We believe that the women on the video who was defending the man was his girlfriend and that she helped him get some clothes after the fight.

Clothed People

There were several clothes people around the naked man, witnessing his humiliation: camera man, the man's opponent, the opponent's companion, the naked man's gilfriend. There were also some neighbours watching from trough the windows at their apartments. And one neighbour was leaving the building during the fight, looking at everything from up close

Location

We couldn't find the exact location but we know it happened in the Russian city Chelyabinsk.

[theother456-stories]

Buffett Challange

Tim stared into the camera, his grin wide and confident. His shirt was already snug against his muscular chest, but that wouldn’t last much longer. He’d done plenty of challenges before, but today was going to be something else. This was the one that would take him to a whole new level.

“Alright guys,” he said, flexing one arm for the camera, “today I’m doing the Buffet Challenge. I’m going to hit up all the buffets in my city and eat until they kick me out. Let’s see how far we can push this.”

He tossed a wink at the camera before turning it off, feeling the excitement building in his chest. Tim had always been proud of his body—his massive muscles, his ability to push limits in the gym. But this challenge wasn’t just about strength or speed. It was about something much deeper, something more primal: size. And Tim was ready to blow past any limits he had ever set for himself.

At the first buffet, Tim wasted no time. He paid at the front, grabbed a tray, and immediately loaded it up with fried chicken, pasta, desserts—anything he could get his hands on. His strategy was simple: eat as much as possible, as fast as possible. Plate after plate disappeared in front of him, his stomach already pushing out against the fabric of his shirt. He loved the feeling—the stretch, the heaviness, the way his body expanded with each bite. The staff started to notice, eyeing him with concern as he kept eating, but Tim didn’t care. He was just getting started.

“First buffet down,” Tim said to the camera after he was finally asked to leave, slapping his bloated stomach with pride. “Still got a few more to go, and I’m already looking pretty good.” He grinned and flexed again, the outline of his distended belly visible even beneath his shirt.

By the time he arrived at the second buffet, Tim’s body had started to show the signs of his overeating. His belly, swollen from the first round, pushed outward, making his shirt ride up slightly as he walked. His thighs had thickened, his steps slightly slower as he made his way to the buffet stations. But none of that mattered—he was on a mission. He filled his plate with ribs, pizza, sushi, anything he could find, his stomach continuing to stretch with each bite. The food tasted incredible, but what Tim loved even more was the sensation of his body growing larger, heavier, and rounder.

“They waited way longer to kick me out this time,” Tim said outside the second buffet, his breath heavy from the sheer amount of food he had packed in. He patted his belly, which was now hanging over his waistband. “Guess they know I’m a growing boy.” He chuckled, feeling a rush of excitement from how heavy he was becoming, already imagining how massive he would be by the end of the day.

As Tim moved from buffet to buffet, his body transformed in ways he had never imagined. By the fourth buffet, he had to loosen his belt to make room for his expanding gut. His once-hard pecs were softening, turning into thick slabs of fat, and his arms, which had always been muscular and defined, were starting to lose their definition. His belly was enormous now, pushing further out in front of him with each plate, stretching the fabric of his shirt to its limits.

“Fourth buffet down,” Tim groaned, his voice deeper and huskier from the weight of the food in his belly. He flexed one arm weakly for the camera, though most of his body was too bloated to move comfortably. “I think… I’m really starting to feel it now.”

The challenge was taking its toll, but Tim loved every second of it. Every bite made him bigger, heavier, more powerful. He could feel his body stretching, expanding with each buffet. His thighs rubbed together as he walked, his stomach jiggled with every step, and his chest, once firm, now bounced with the extra weight. But instead of slowing down, Tim felt a surge of pride. He had always loved being huge, and now, he was taking it to the extreme.

By the time he reached the eighth buffet, Tim was nearly immobile. His belly was so massive that it filled his entire lap, hanging low and pressing into the table in front of him. His arms were thick and heavy with fat, making it difficult to lift his fork, but that didn’t stop him. Every bite sent a wave of pleasure through him, the feeling of his body growing larger and heavier with each plate. His shirt had torn at the seams, exposing his massive, bloated stomach, but Tim didn’t care. He was beyond appearances now—he was a living monument to excess, and he loved it.

“Guys,” Tim groaned, his voice slurred from the sheer effort of talking. “I don’t know if I can keep going… but I’ve gotta try.” He grabbed another plate, shoveling the food into his mouth with slow, deliberate movements. His belly groaned under the strain, stretching further and further, but Tim pushed on, determined to see just how big he could get.

Finally, after hours of eating, Tim arrived at the tenth buffet. His body had grown so enormous that he struggled to maneuver through the entrance, his belly grazing the doorframe as he squeezed through. As he settled into a corner booth that could barely accommodate him, a young waiter named Matt approached, his expression polite but curious as he looked at Tim’s enormous size. “Welcome, sir. Can I get you started with anything?” Matt asked, eyeing Tim’s mountain of a belly.

Tim, too bloated to speak much, simply nodded and gestured toward the buffet. Matt blinked, a look of recognition dawning on his face. “Wait… are you Tim? Like, the Tim from all those crazy challenges?”

Tim managed a grin and a small nod. “Yeah, that’s me. But… bigger.”

Matt’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Man, I’ve watched all your videos! You’re incredible. I didn’t recognize you at first—wow, you’ve really pushed it this time.” He paused, looking at Tim���s bloated form, a glint of admiration in his eyes. “I’ve got to say, seeing you go all out like this is amazing. If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.”

Tim’s eyes widened a bit. “Actually… I could use some help,” he admitted, rubbing his massive belly, which was now resting heavily on the table in front of him. “I’m determined to make it through this last buffet, but… it’s getting hard.”

Matt grinned, his enthusiasm palpable. “I got you, man. Let’s make this one count.” He reached down, eagerly rubbing Tim’s massive belly, his hands lingering on the taut, warm skin. “I’ve never seen anyone this big up close—it’s amazing.” He gave it a firm squeeze and then a long, slow rub. “Feels like there’s still plenty of room in here.”

Matt rushed off and returned with a cart loaded with plates, stacking it high with everything the buffet had to offer—fried chicken, ribs, pasta, pies, and desserts.

“Here you go, Tim,” Matt said, placing a plate in front of him. “I’ll keep bringing food as long as you keep eating. And don’t worry—I’m not kicking you out. Not when I’ve got a legend like you here.” He kept his hand on Tim’s belly, giving it affectionate squeezes and rubbing it in circles, his fingers tracing the stretch marks. “It’s incredible how big you’re getting.”

Encouraged by Matt’s support, Tim dug in, taking slow, deliberate bites. Matt cheered him on, clapping whenever Tim polished off another plate and bringing out even more food. The feeling of stuffing himself while being encouraged and adored was exhilarating, and Tim could feel his body swelling with every bite, his belly pressing harder into the table.

“C’mon, Tim, you’ve got this!” Matt said, practically bouncing on his feet as he watched Tim power through each plate. “You’re gonna crush this challenge.” He leaned in close, his hand still rubbing Tim’s belly, feeling it grow larger under his touch. “Man, it’s amazing seeing you this big. I’ve been a fan for a long time, and this—this is next level.”

As the hours went by, Tim’s pace slowed, but Matt’s energy and enthusiasm kept him going. He swapped out empty plates for full ones, his admiration for Tim’s dedication growing. When Tim struggled to lift his fork, Matt even helped him, lifting bites to Tim’s mouth while rubbing his belly with the other hand. His touch became more affectionate, and he whispered, “I love feeling how full and heavy you are.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of eating, Tim leaned back, his belly an enormous, swollen mass that took up the entire booth. He was over 1,500 pounds now, a living monument to his love for size. Matt stood beside him, grinning from ear to ear.

“You did it, man,” he said, patting Tim’s gigantic belly and giving it one last, slow squeeze. He leaned in close, rubbing the sides and tracing the stretch marks with his fingers. “This is incredible—every inch of this belly is just… perfect.” Matt pressed both hands into Tim’s belly, rubbing it with an intensity that showed just how much he was enjoying this. “If you ever want to go even bigger, I’d love to help you out.”

Tim managed a weak grin, his breath heavy but filled with satisfaction. “Thanks for the help… wouldn’t have made it without you.” He rubbed his massive belly, feeling the weight and fullness as it pressed

[battorlstuff]

Rival Treatment - Epilogue

David managed to rent the basement of the building. The heating in the place remained on all the time to torture Philip.

David looked pleased at Philip. His coach's friend had left 4 months ago, but David wouldn't stop screwing Philip's life and body.

"685 pounds Philip I really have turned you into a fucking pig"

"Look at you, you're disgusting and weak. You're barely able to breathe."

Philip couldn't even speak anymore even though his mouth remained open while he panted, Philiph drooled all the time, saliva dripping down his morbid body joining the sweat and fading to his skin.

"Camille doesn't even remember you, I doubt she recognizes the pig you are now anyway"

"You'll never get out of here. Although I would love for Camille to see you like this, she always said you were so handsome and that your athletic body was spectacular. What would she say if she saw how disgusting you look now, you fucking obese pig?"

"But now it's lunchtime Philip!"

David pulls the collar and chains on Philip's neck. He really doesn't want him to lose a single calorie from the effort, but it's wonderful to see how he puffs just by standing up and taking a few steps.

David forces him to walk and sees how the morbid body of his former rival shakes and sweats non-stop from the effort.

It takes Philip almost 20 minutes to get to the other side of the basement and it is torture for him. Philip knows the routine well and falls on an old mattress, David approaches and lifts Philip's head by the back of his neck so that he can look at him, he smiles and the obese boy's gasps resonate.

Then David places a kind of funnel in his pig's mouth. The funnel connects with a hose and this to a strange machine with a tank and in turn the machine filled the tank through a pipe that came from David's apartment.

David closed his fist and began to punch the huge belly of his former rival.

"I told you I would make sure you got fatter and fatter."

"You're almost at 700 pounds Phil"

David ran his fingers between Philip's reddened rolls of fat, smiled as he remembered his rival's amazing abs and saw and felt the flabby belly that hung and swayed to his knees. David admired the stretch marks and began counting Philip's sweaty rolls of fat.

"54 bulging rolls. Very good Phil, three more rolls than two weeks ago!"

"I just want that disgusting belly of yours to keep growing even though your face also looks pretty deformed now."

"Look, what you have there looks like 4 or five double chins, I can't even see your neck, much less is there a trace of your sharp jaw, eh stud?"

"Oh Philip, you were so handsome, but now I can barely see your eyes between your fat cheeks."

"Your hair still looks good. I could do something with your hair too, should I Philip? What do you have to lose, you're already fat and ugly anyway, you'll never be that handsome, beefy boy you used to be."

David went out and got some scissors, approached his fallen rival and began to cut the hair of the boy who was choking while he was fed non-stop by the hose.

"Fuck, no one would believe me if I told them how handsome you used to be, you were such a hunk and I ruined you."

David left a horrible haircut, in some places he looked bald, as if a child had pulled out and cut his hair.

David pulled at Philip's uneven hair, pulling out a few more strands, and he just stared at him as he continued to swallow through the funnel.

____________________________________________

Soon Philip reached 700 pounds to the satisfaction of David who enjoys watching his rival panting and motionless.

Buried there under pounds and pounds of disgusting fat was his rival who used to make everyone drool and brag about his incredible muscles and his attractiveness.

His incredible abs were long gone, he went from a six pack to over 60 sweaty, disgusting rolls, from his strong pecs to moobs that hung like bags of fat, David believed Philip's nipples might touch his pelvis if he didn't. out for his huge belly which holds his flabby moobs.

"You were an arrogant, conceited idiot, always bragging about your own body. Well, looking at your obese body in these mirrors is a good punishment for you, you thought you were so hot and that all of us wanted to see your fucking perfect physique. But I prefer to see you like this, I love seeing how fat you've gotten and having seen you lose every inch of your fucking muscles Phil."

"Every chance you had, you took off your shirt and showed off your damn muscles and those fucking abs you had. I'll make you stay eating in front of the mirrors. I don't think you even want to see your damn flabby reflection, huh? But I like it"

"I love seeing how your muscles have been destroyed and how they are buried in kilos and more kilos of fat."

"I won't stop Philip, I don't care if you reach 800 or a thousand pounds, you moron, I won't stop ruining your body as much as I can, I don't care if you can't move anymore or can barely breathe. I'll make you eat more and more, you're a pig, my fucking pig, do you hear me?"

Philip could only moan even with the funnel in his mouth.

"Ohhh how clueless, let me take that away from you

"Now I want you to say it."

Philip could barely speak as he caught his breath and some noises and burps came out of his mouth, so he said it.

"I'm a pig, a fat and ugly pig"

David's smile grew bigger as he heard Philip's weak voice.

"Oh but you're mine you know? You belong to me say so"

"I am your pig, you are my owner David"

"Do you think I'm better than your Phil?" David lifted his shirt and flexed his incredible six pack and biceps mockingly.

"You are better than me David, you are better, you have a hot body and I'm just a fatass"

"I think you're fat and disgusting, right?" David shook his flaccid stomach, Philip, still looking at him.

"I'm fat and disgusting, I'm an obese pig" one slap to his stomach and Philip's belly jiggled for several seconds.

"You were 175 pounds of beefy muscle, how much do you weigh now Phil? I told you before I put the funnel on you this morning, remember?"

"Weight 743 pounds"

" 743 pounds damn! I still remember when you got on the elevator and flirted with Camille in front of me, son of a bitch. You strutted up to us and pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, remember? I must admit that I was so jealous of you, I envied your attractiveness. I hated how good you looked in your white collared shirt and I hated the most the way Camille looked at your marked muscles through the sweaty shirt, I think you should have even done push-ups before arriving, your arms and torso were too pumped. It didn't matter that I was there, I think you even took the opportunity to show me off and show off your beautiful body in my face"

" You took off your shirt and smiled, flexing your incredible body, practically letting her touch you and caress your pecs and abs. Meanwhile I was still standing like an idiot watching a hot bastard steal my chance with Camille, but now look at you, all that's left is a pathetic fat fucking pig".

David just wanted to laugh out loud when he saw the tears in his rival's eyes as David kneaded his fat here and there, squeezing his flabby arms and thighs, pinching his moobs and poking his tummy as he laughed and made sounds imitating to a pig.

[shushposting]

intersexValentino, chastity devices, dub-con, self-dubcon, self-piv, overstimulation, toxic and horny

Short thing for @cyberrat @arc-after-dark and some awesome anons from whump Valentino getting railed by his own prehensile dick discussions

https://www.tumblr.com/cyberrat/752016261412700160/val-considers-sleeping-in-a-chastity-belt-to-give

.o.

When Vox unplugs from work for the night the lights in Valentino's room are already out. Only the pink wash of Vee Tower's lights and his own dim screen guide him to the bed where he hears gasping and the sound of something rhythmic and wet.

"I thought you’d be asleep by now. Having fun?" Vox asks into the dark as he shrugs out of his clothes.

The answer comes on a choked, sobbing gasp "No"

“”No”?”Vox's hums, screen brightens as he crawls up on the stupidly large bed to see the moth's face.

Tears stain and mat the fine, thin fur around his eyes, down his cheeks, from the corner of his eyes to his temples. The pillows and sheets are a wreck from trying to find a position where he could close his legs tight enough to block his prehensile cock out of his cunt before giving up and laying spread out and defeated as he is now. The circles under his eyes are so dark, making him look haggard, exhausted, and weak.

“I can’t- it won’t- goddammit I can’t make it stop” Valentino shouts through his teeth, gripping and tearing at the sheets.

“I know. Poor baby.” He coos, petting a cum slick, trembling thigh.

And he does know. He’s watched it build all day leaned back in his chair with his hand down the front of his pressed slacks. The nervous glances Valentino kept directing down at himself as he crossed and uncrossed his legs, calling for constant breaks to go in the back and bend over his vanity to get railed by his own restless cock, fumbling at his toy rack trying to find something anything to stuff in his pussy that his dick couldn't slip in beside hoping it would give up. It never did.

The obscene, wet rhythm quickens, the moth hiccupping punched out little 'no no no no's as his lower hands shoot down to grab at his cock. But the damn thing is rooted right where it wants to be, curling upwards hard and anchoring against the strangling grip. Whether he wants it or not- and fuck he doesn't- Valentino cums, biting into the ball of one hand, sobbing and shouting as another orgasm is wrung out of him.

Vox spreads a hand across Valentino's shivering belly, petting the tight muscles beneath that bunch and cramp in the aftershocks. "Breathe, Val. Breathe."

He doesn't. He can’t. The air won't come, between his hand clenched in his teeth and the sobbing all he can manage is choked hiccups.

Vox gently pries the hand out of his mouth "Do you want your cage?"

Val hates the device even though they'd had it custom fitted for him so it was as comfortable as it could be. The vulnerability of admitting he needed a cage to control his own body was too humiliating- too terrifying. Even brought to tears and his pussy overworked and raw he looks like he wants to say no, even starts to shake his head.

But then his eyes go wide, fat tears welling up while his lower hands scrabble between his legs again. It's not done. There's not much movement of the shaft that Vox can see other than lazy wriggling, but he knows better. He's had that insatiable thing inside more times than he can count, he knows what it's up to.

And yes, with his screen casting shadows down the length of the moth's body, he can just make it out. The pushing, the digging, making just the slightest bump low on his pelvis. Valentino's cock roots hard against his prostate, pushing against the nerves in a loop of it's own pleasure.

Valentino's breath hitches on a sob and he covers his face behind his hands, "..get it.. Vox fuck please I'm losing my goddamn mind."

"Shh I know, I've got you. Daddy's going to fix it." The cage is conveniently lying in 'fun drawer' of the nightstand, kept easily within Vox's reach.

Vox moves from Val's side to between his legs, stretching out on his stomach and pushing his thighs apart. The media overlord replaces Valentino's grip on his cock with his own, hushing the distressed whimpering as he pumps the base slowly, trying to ease it out bit by bit. Cum froths around the shaft and drips from the moth's swollen pussy, pulling out before driving back in stubbornly. He rubs and teases but an unsatisfying hand job is not enough to tempt it out. He holds Valentino's wide, teary eyes as he teases his tongue along his stretched pussy where the moth's cock is buried.

"Oh fuck" Valentino jerks, the tips of his wings flapping loud against the bed as he grabs at Vox's monitor "no wait goddamit Vox wait-"

Cables wind around the moth's hands before they can shove his screen away and hold them oh so terribly gently "Hush, baby, let me work. You want it out don’t you?”

Val's lip wobbles pitifully before biting down on it and turning his face into his neck fluff.

"There's my good boy."

Vox lowers his head again and gets to work. He licks hot and wet down the length of Valentino's cock, alternating between laying sucking kisses and dipping his tongue into his pussy to follow along the throbbing veins. It writhes, fucking into the soft cushion of it's favorite hole and arching back for the attention of Vox's static-laced tongue.

While Valentino is damn near wailing, Vox is cooing at his cock like a pet. Sweetly scolding it for what a naughty thing it was making a mess he had to clean up. Mummering over the slick skin for it to be good and come out to play, ignoring the choked, humiliated pleas to "not talk to it like a dog". But, like a dog, it wriggles and slides out excitedly- wagging- for Vox's attention.

It leaves a wet trail across Vox's screen as it tries to find the tongue it wanted to play with. The media demon lets it slide into his mouth and curl with his tongue, sucking on it- kissing it not unlike the way he kisses Valentino.

"Papi" He feels the cables shift, looking up to see the moth pulling at the slack to cover his face.

Vox fakes a hum of sympathy and slowly pops off, "It's almost over, Val. You're doing so good. You need to calm down so it'll fit in the cage, yeah? You can give me just one more can't you?"

"No no no I can't-" Valentino babbles, his legs clenching around his partner's shoulders, sharp claws and feathered fur of moth feet scrabbling at his sides

"You can, baby, I know you can. One more and we can lock you up and you can go to sleep. I'll make it quick." Vox promises, pumping two fingers into Val's fucked out cunt and swallows his cock again.

The high-pitched wail is insectoid, a grinding chirrup in the undertone. Vox feels the cock bulge in his throat, watches the short fur up the length of his long body stand on end, and tastes demonic power on his tongue. For a moment he wonders if Val will turn, let the overwhelming sensations push him too far, snap his restraint on his true form. Now that would be a sight. That monster cowed and whimpering like a heating bitch on it's own cock. He files that idea away in his wish list folder for later.

But the moment passes and the flare of power fades. Valentino goes kitten weak, simpering and mouthing at his own hands, pink saliva making a wet mess of his fingers. Vox rewards him by curling his fingers inside that sweet, swollen pussy, fingering low vibrating shocks into his nerves until the moth is howling and slick drips down his wrist. The cock in his throat flexes in little uncoordinated jerks, so so close.

"Give it up for me, Val." He croons through his speakers as he sucks harder, static sparking on his tongue and down his throat, knowing it was too much, "Let go."

He does, sobbing and choking on Vox's name like a prayer for mercy.

It's a prayer he feels gracious enough to answer. Whispering how good Val had been for him he pulls off and out to hold the cock, lazy in it's afterglow, and pats down the rucked sheets for the chastity cage. It goes on easy with so much slick and cum on Valentino's skin and on Vox's fingers. When it locks with a click Valentino shudders, still sniffling pitifully but for the first time since he left for the studio that morning the tension eases and the tense lines of his long limbs go loose.

"You did so good for me," Vox tells him, gathering his moth up and moving him to the other side of the bed and off of the soaked sheets. He'd call Kitty in to change the bed tomorrow.

"Y'didn't answer my calls." Valentino slurs accusingly as he drags Vox down on the bed with him. His face pinches and a few more tears well when he rolls onto his side, leg spasming when it puts too much pressure between his legs.

Vox cups the back of one long thigh and eases it over his own hips, letting it rest on him so Val could cuddle closer, head laying heavy on his shoulder. "I was so busy, baby, I didn't know you needed me."

He did. But where was the fun in rescuing his princess if he wasn't sobbing and desperate? He'd make it up to him tomorrow, call off work, take him out to eat, to shop, let him be a pillow princess for a few days and he'd be forgiven.

As Valentino's breathing goes deep and even Vox finally ends the recording. He reaches down to palm his own cock and starts the video over again starting from this morning when he'd tipped a drop or two of love potion into Val's coffee.

.o.

[melting-abs]

fat-ray 5

"Cheers for waiting, James. Wanted to have a word about a little tweak in this year's firefighters' calendar. I know you fancy joining in, and fair enough with that athlete's body of yours. But this year, Management wants to be all body-positive, and, James, with your athlete's physique, it won't cut it.

So, it's kicking off now; I can see your abs fading away. Management tasked me with plumping you up this morning, turning your sexy body into a proper porker's.

Perfect, muscles disappearing, pecs already turning into man boobs, and trust me, you won't shed this fat I'm piling on you.

Your face is losing its charm; great. Got yourself a dad bod; your belly's hanging over the top of your trousers that's what we want to see !

Well, there you go, James, no more athletic build for you. You're a proper chunker now. And don't panic when you see your dick tonight; this treatment just halved its size.

Good luck with the photoshoot. Go join your colleagues; they've all been turned into chunky lads too, so no need to feel embarrassed."

[adiproseprose]

Some things about rapid weight gain

It happens while doing something physical like walking or on a jog, your speedy pace slows down to a frumpy waddle

A person whose been thin their whole lives learning about certain sensations like sweat between your rolls, your thighs chafing as they grind together, and stretch marks

Looking down and suddenly being unable to see your feet

Waking up obese and being barely able to move, struggling to sit up past your huge belly

Discovering your a feedee via rapid weight gain, loving the feeling of having no muscle and being dragged down by 100's of pounds and wanting more

Having a fat persons appetite and metabolism as well as body, so losing weight is incredibly difficult.

Nobody believes you when try to explain that this isn't just the result of laziness and overeating, so you're teased, humiliated and shamed by your friends or partner for letting yourself go (bonus points if you've previously made fun of fat people as well and this is a karma type thing)

Outgrowing your current outfit, as well as an entire wardrobe in such a short span so your forced to walk around in overly tight clothes/naked for this duration

Constantly starving and uncontrollably binging everything you have

Stamina going down drastically and suddenly, struggling to walk just a few blocks, not even necesarily because of your weight but because this is such an alien experience and you haven't had time to build up muscle like a lot of fat people do

Developing sudden health issues along with your weight gain. A sudden increase in your blood pressure, having asthma when you've always been in great physical condition, having a heart attack from the sudden change in cholestral

Sudden immobility, plopping down the ground a giant heaping blob, unable to pull yourself and requiring emergency services to lift you off the street or out of your house.

[athleticbelly]

You were once an athlete. Not the best one in your school, but your physique definitely portrayed you as one. Lean muscle, strong legs, and endurance to match. You ate a lot to keep up with that physical activity.

Then you went to college. Classes took priority and your diet never changed. Not by much. Some of the healthier meals were replaced with hot pockets and ramen. You tried to work out, but your physical activity diminished when your friend group grew. You spent so much time socializing and enjoying the company of friends that it was only a matter of time until that waistline stopped being so trim. Pants a little tighter, shirts lifting up a bit more, underwear cutting in a little to uncomfortably. It was only when you hit your second year that you realized you had been gaining weight.

Once it started to warm up for spring and you started putting on your tank top you noticed how difficult it was to bring below your navel. That soft mound of flesh that is starting to hide your feet is in the way. A prod here, a grab there, and you realize you have really put on some weight. Yes the panic sets in and you started to think on ways to lose it, but you had an appearance to maintain with your friends. So you bailed on spring break to try and workout. That's when you met me.

Of course I was also trying to lose weight and build an athletic figure, but you showed up and blew me away. I was a little chubby with a small potbelly and thicker thighs, but you definitely had me outclassed by 30+ pounds. Your belly hung over your belt buckle. Your developing second chin was almost prominent. You breathed so heavily that I felt mine leave me because you took my breath away. And I had to have you.

So I introduced myself. We talked and parted ways to other corners of the gym. Eventually, over a few weeks, we got closer and talked more. You lost some weight and so did I. We were both honestly very motivational to each other. You could fit in some of your early college outfits and I could fit into some of my old uniforms.

But I missed how big you were. We started dating and you were so easily molded. We built up such a rapport and you trusted me so much that you didn't realize I was upping your portions. Now, with you going to the gym you did pack on more muscle, but there was equal parts fat to go with it. Your abs forever being hidden by a layer of chub. Your biceps large, but ultimately soft. And that round face stayed round. It was only when one night you brought up that you couldn't seem to lose weight that I decided to lay down the bombshell statement;

"I love you at any size, and I wouldn't mind more of you to love~"

And that's when I had you. You were cautious at first. We talked about it and explained further how I love how fat you were and how you are now, but I did admit I would prefer if you were more fat than fit. And we came to an agreement. If you didn't enjoy being fat in a year's time then I have to help you lose weight. So, I helped you enjoy it!

I baked and cooked all of your meals. Made shakes with whey protein, bananas, and peanut butter to quicken your gains with some added buttermilk to speeden things up. And the amount of fat, sweaty sex that showed my appreciation for the art form that is your body. You grew so fast over the course of half a year. 95+ pounds later and you couldn't see your feet! Your belly rested halfway on your too thick thighs, and not to mention how difficult it was to get you in a chair. You started to long for my cooking and even begged at times for me to feed you. Unfortunately for my own figure I got overzealous and didn't realize you could only handle so much food and drink. So I had to have some of my own. And it made a lot of my outfits too tight. Button up shirts had to always be unbuttoned and I had to resort to stretchy waistbands for all of my pants.

And then the year mark came. You could barely move you were so obese. You forgot about the deal, but I didn't. I reminded you and now here you are. Wondering if you enjoy the state you are in. A nearly immobile monolith of fat.

So how does it feel~? Being a former athlete and now a product of a nurturing partner~

[stillfoodforguys]

When I agreed to go for dinner with this muscle-building hunk, it was mostly my attraction to the rippling abs in his photos. That’s why I was so shocked to see his six pack replaced with a big, fat ball gut in real life. He said it was just his bulking period at the moment, but if that was true he was taking it way too far. Even after watching him shovel three men’s worth of food into his mouth, I still decided to head back to his place afterwards, hoping that I could still enjoy the rest of his muscular body.

It started off well, getting to suck on his massive pecs while being hugged firmly against him by his chunky arms. However, being so tightly pressed against his bulging belly meant that I could feel it rumbling as it demanded even more sustenance. I was amazed he could still be hungry after that sizeable dinner he ate, but before I could joke about it I was suddenly silenced by his lips colliding with mine.

I think part of him knew I was about to make another comment about his weight, and he was about to give me the punishment I deserved for making him feel guilty about his weight gain. Our kiss became more passionate until he was licking and sucking my entire face, which was soon followed by him engulfing my head as he began to devour me. Over and over, I would feel the crushing pain of his throat muscles as he swallowed, another part of my body entering his own until I had been fully consumed.

While struggling against the pulsating walls of his stomach as they immediately started kneading me into a pulp, I could feel his hands wandering around his belly from the outside. He slowly rubbed from the bottom of his gut up to his pecs, squeezing them while he thought about how much larger they would grow after absorbing me. At least before I became a permanent fixture on his massive frame, I knew that he’d never manage to lose that fat gut if he kept eating like this. His body would be ruined forever, no matter how hard he tried!

[its-all-under-control]

right now i am bloated with insects and calories and excuses. my insecurities show on every inch around my thighs and every line on my belly. bugs and beetles that feed on my food multiply beneath my skin and scurry around, always making me heavier with an insistence for more. my stomach eats itself from the inside and the bugs in my body encourage it to.

but i will do better. be better.

i will crush the bugs between my muscles and my skin and burn up the fat that they lay their eggs in. i will squeeze them so tight that they have nowhere to go. and then they will die. i will be free, lose weight.

by next week i will have killed one bug. by the next, two. three if i’m lucky. it will take a long time, but i will build willpower and lose fat and coerce every heavy fatty insect out of me. i will finally be clean. and once i do that, i will be worthy of everything i have worked so, so hard for. my happiness will be in the palm of my hand. i will attract effortlessly without bugs clogging up my airways and fogging my brain.

i will no longer be disgusting. i am choosing a life free of infestation.

[digitalsamay]

THE FAST WAY TO LOSE BELLY FAT/PERSONAL FITNESS TRAINER IIN BONDI JUNCTION

Introduction

Tired of constantly struggling to lose belly fat and gain muscle? You are not alone. Many people face the challenge of getting rid of stubborn belly fat and building muscle effectively. In this blog post, I share some proven strategies to help you reach your fitness goals faster and overcome the most common pain points that block your progress.

There are certain things do to lose your belly fat 

Motivation

Let’s address the most common pain points people encounter when trying to lose belly fat. Motivation is often the first challenge. It’s easy to lose sight of your goals when progress seems slow. Additionally, misconceptions about fad diets and quick fixes can lead to frustration and disappointment.

The Importance of a Balanced Diet

One of the most important aspects of losing belly fat and building muscle is maintaining a balanced diet. Skipping meals or severely limiting your calorie intake may seem like a shortcut, but it can damage your metabolism and stunt muscle growth. Instead, focus on consuming nutrient-dense foods that support fat loss and muscle building.

Incorporate regular exercise

Exercise is essential for both fat burning and muscle building. Aerobic exercise, such as running and cycling, helps burn calories, and strength training, such as weightlifting, promotes muscle growth. Combining both gives more meaningful results.

High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT):

HIIT is a powerful tool for anyone looking to accelerate progress. This type of training involves short periods of intense activity followed by short periods of rest. HIIT is very efficient as it not only burns calories during exercise but also continues to burn fat after exercise.

Prioritize sleep and rest

Not getting enough sleep and rest can negatively impact fat loss and muscle gain. During deep sleep, the body repairs and builds muscle tissue. Aim for 7-9 hours of excellent sleep every night to help your fitness quest.

Stress management:

Stress can cause emotional eating and stymie growth. Incorporate stress reduction techniques such as meditation, yoga, and spending time in nature to maintain a healthy mind-body balance.

Set realistic goals.

Setting unrealistic goals can lead to disappointment and lack of motivation. Instead, set achievable short-term goals and celebrate each milestone to stay motivated throughout your journey.

Conclusion

Losing belly fat and gaining muscle can seem like a daunting task, but with the right strategy and attitude, it’s doable. By targeting common pain points and taking a balanced approach to diet, exercise, sleep and stress management, you’ll be on track to reach your fitness goals. Remember that consistency and patience are key. So focus on transforming your body and your overall health. Your journey to a healthier, healthier person begins now