#pre workout for muscle gain

[yourfitnessgoal]

How to Build a Pre-Workout Meal for Muscle Gain

Most people into fitness have this common goal of building muscle. The key component in the achievement of this goal lies in proper nutrition, particularly the meal that is taken before workouts. A well-chosen pre-workout meal will improve your performance, avoid muscle breakdown, and foster muscle growth. We give the essential components of a pre-workout meal, when it must be taken, and…

[titanfitness12]

Ultimate Diet Guide for Weight Loss and Muscle Gain

The right diet and meal planning are crucial for achieving fitness goals, whether aiming for weight loss or muscle gain. Weight loss without exercise is possible through mindful eating habits, like limiting calorie intake, reducing sugar, and increasing fiber. High-protein foods—such as eggs, fish, legumes, and Greek yogurt—help keep you fuller for longer, and staying hydrated can also curb hunger. Making gradual, consistent changes to your diet can lead to steady weight loss over time without exercise.

To build muscle effectively, a well-structured gym diet plan focuses on high-protein foods like chicken, beef, tofu, and dairy, which support muscle repair and growth after intense workouts. Complex carbs, such as oats, brown rice, and sweet potatoes, provide sustained energy, while healthy fats from sources like nuts, seeds, and avocados aid in muscle development. Following a plangym diet tailored to muscle gain helps maximize results and keeps you fueled.

Beginners starting their fitness journey should aim for a balanced diet that supports the body’s adjustment to new workout demands. A gym diet for beginners can include lean proteins such as fish, eggs, and legumes, paired with complex carbohydrates like quinoa and whole-wheat pasta for sustained energy. Plenty of fruits and vegetables add essential vitamins and minerals that support muscle recovery and immune health.

Eating a well-planned pre-workout meal about 1-2 hours before exercising is essential for those targeting muscle gain. A meal like grilled chicken with brown rice or a turkey sandwich on whole-grain bread provides a combination of carbohydrates and protein. Carbs deliver the energy needed for intense workouts, while protein helps prevent muscle breakdown, optimizing performance and recovery.

Quick pre-workout snacks around 30 minutes before exercising also help fuel the body. Ideal snacks include a banana with almond butter, Greek yogurt with berries, or a handful of nuts. These options provide quick energy without being overly filling. A balance of carbs and a small amount of protein in a pre-workout snack supports endurance and helps you perform at your best.

These dietary strategies—whether focused on weight loss without exercise, a gym diet plan for muscle gain, or pre-workout meal planning—are integral to a successful fitness journey. Consistency in small dietary changes often leads to significant results, setting you up for long-term health and fitness benefits.

[2-love-tale]

Burn Fat or Build Muscle: Essential Nutrients for a Fitness-Focused Diet

Burn Fat or Build Muscle: Essential Nutrients for a Fitness-Focused Diet

Outline Introduction The impact of nutrition on fitness goals How diet aligns with fat-burning and muscle-building efforts Why Nutrition Matters in Fitness The role of macronutrients and micronutrients The science of how nutrition affects metabolism and muscle growth Key Nutrients for Fat Loss Proteins: Why high-protein diets aid in fat loss Fats: Good vs. bad fats and their role in fat…

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Maximize your workout potential with these key pre-exercise steps: warm-up to prevent injury, hydrate for peak performance, fuel up with the right nutrients, and mentally prepare for success. Get ready to crush your fitness goals with these essential strategies

[worldofnutrition]

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[nutrigze]

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[bigwishes]

Hey man, my workout bro gave me a new pre-workout shake to try and it's really been helping me bulk up, but I always feel really — UUUUURRP — fuck man, I'm always really bloated after drinking them. Fuck though, they taste so good, and I've been putting on mass like crazy... I've also put on a little pudge as well, but I should be able to work that off, right?

You've been chugging that down like it's water haven't you dude, well that's fine. It was your choice to drink all of it even when the product was designed for a guy to take one serving in his whole life.

The product you took was designed to mutate the metabolism to help guys who are serious about lifting be able to absorb and process more food without it technically putting them through a bulk.

However you decided to drink a lot more than what one guy needs and its caused you to develop a lot of side effects. The first of which you've already noticed, belching non stop and always being bloated but that's just the easy stuff. Soon you'll begin to sweat like a pig and not just whilst you work out, your body will generate so much extra heat whilst it tries to turn anything you eat into size that it'll cause you to be a walking sauna, heat radiating out of your body and a cloud of steam coming off you at all times, but that steam isn't just an aesthetic, it'll reek, you might even find guys gagging from the terrible smell as you walk past. Of course making your body redirect so much nutrients isn't without its consequences, you'll probably start to notice your dick is getting smaller each day and pretty soon you won't even notice when you have a hard on, but don't worry, your pants will still be getting tighter as not only your thighs are getting bigger but the muscles in your ass are being pumped full of size getting big and swollen making it difficult to put on things like jeans.

and of course the pudge, drinking so much is causing your body to just now throw on size however it can, you'll still be mostly muscle but you'll always have a slightly jiggly layer over the top.

but lets talk about what's really going to start happening. That last sip this morning was the thing that will push you over the edge, you've fucked yourself now. You'll always be hungry, never full again. There will always be room for one more bite or one more sip of a protein shake and 100% of what you eat will be converted straight into muscle and size. There is no need for you to work out anymore, in fact its probably a waste of time to try and work out you'll gain more size by just stuffing your face.

After every mouthful you'll find yourself forced to belch, you'll always feel heavy sluggish and bloated. Feeling your mass bounce as you walk. You've earned the nickname Bubbles from your mates as whenever they hang out with you the only thing they can hear is you stomach bubbling away churning food into raw size only ever interrupted as you grumble in discomfort rubbing your tight layered abs as you belch loudly and uncontrollably

Enjoy being a big bloated beast Bubbles...

[warping-realities]

Animal I Have Become

Alright, I promised I wouldn’t write any more. But this one’s short and I cranked it out in less than two hours. The inspiration is obvious for anyone who’s a fan of "Karate Kid"/"Cobra Kai," since I just finished the first part of the last season. And for those worried about my studies, don’t sweat it—I was on my work shift, which I never use to study because it seems to attract all kinds of chaos. Anyway! If any quick ideas pop up, I’ll post them, but no more long stories packed with plots for a while.

I only agreed to go back to the place of my humiliation for one reason: Mikey was my best friend throughout high school until he decided, right in our senior year, to join the karate team of the new P.E. assistant teacher. Then, like magic, the skinny kid with a sharp sense of humor who could discuss everything from experimental physics to pre-Columbian American history, the guy I knew so well, was replaced by this arrogant musclehead who struggled with math and was totally incapable of having a history discussion that didn’t revolve around bragging about how today badass America was, and whose idea of a joke involved talking about tits or letting out a stinky fart. Apparently, it was a courtesy of the insane amounts of protein he started chugging to maintain his suddenly beefed-up physique. How the hell was it possible to gain that much muscle in such a short time? Maybe steroids, but the one time I asked about that, I ended up stuck under his stinky armpit. And what was up with that new nickname? “Snake!” How pretentious was that? But apparently, everyone in the group had a “badass nickname.” Ah, the joys of the standard American jock… Still, I tried to hold on to some of our friendship; God, did I try.

I even agreed to join a couple of those damn team practices, knowing damn well I didn’t have the physique, the skills, and maybe most importantly, the real desire to be there. I ended up getting ridiculed by everyone, including my so-called best friend.

I should’ve never talked to him again after that week of “practices.” But, being the idiot I am, all it took was a poorly worded apology full of grammatical mistakes that my brain refuses to recreate:

“Sorry, bro, the sensei got pissed at the guys when he heard their jokes about the size of your… well, you know. He wants you to meet us in the locker room today so we can apologize the right way. If you don’t show up, he’s gonna make us skip training for the whole week. Come on, please, for our friendship!”

… and there I was in that locker room. I should’ve left those morons without practice, but I decided to be the good samaritan.

Walking into that crap hole, what a surprise! It was empty. The pungent stench of sweat filled the room and humidity on the walls made it feel like the locker room was actually a beast whose musk drips off its body after a vigorous workout. But that didn’t matter; apparently, either the coach didn’t give a damn about what happened, which I should’ve figured, since he was just an older version of the ogre crew he trained, or he didn’t even know what went down, and I was about to be the victim of another lame prank.

Thinking about the danger, I quickly turned to leave. Then I noticed… on the other side of the room, hanging on one of the lockers… had that been there before? A piece of red fabric… oh, of course. A red gi from the team; they even gave themselves a pretentious name…. The fight practice was happening right at that moment. It was hard to think about it. I said so much crap about the team on TikTok and Instagram, tarnishing the reputation of the strong and disciplined image they worked so hard to create outside those walls that they probably hated my guts now. All those arrogant alpha dogs were arrogant and obnoxious. What the hell was I thinking trying to fit in? Nerdy little dudes like me didn’t really belong there. Even the jokes about my dick; if I were one of them, I’d just throw a punch or come back with some barbaric, macho comeback and everything would be cool. But I wasn’t like that, and my frustration with all of it was proof of that.

I never really liked the Gi. That red color always seemed way too aggressive, and for some reason, it always looked oversized on me, with sleeves and pants that were way too long and baggy. I had to wrap the belt around me twice just to keep it from falling off my skinny frame. Apparently, it never crossed the sensei’s mind that a little guy like me would have the audacity to try to join his team. Thinking about it, it wasn’t that I didn’t like the Gi; I hated it. It represented everything I despised about that bunch of trolls and also my lost friendship.

I stepped back and slowly turned my head back to the locker with the gi. Did it belong to someone? normally they were used by any of the team's bodies, one size fits all, or almost, when I was still there... anyway... after training they went straight to the laundry before returning for the next training session. Not that any washing would really get rid of the complete animalistic musk that infested their fabric. So why would someone leave it here?

Not my fucking problem. Probably just a spare or something. I think, walking resolutely toward the door, and I crack it open slightly. I turn back. I guess there’s no one using it. That means someone’s gonna grab it soon. Something’s bugging me. But what is it? I get closer, the musk intensifying. That gi definitely isn’t new and hasn’t been washed recently. And what’s this? There’s a note along with it. I sit on the nearby bench to read.

“Sorry, bro, today’s practice was super important, and the sensei didn’t want to wait for you. But he left your gi here. Put it on and come train; this time it’ll be different, I promise. Trust me, for old times’ sake.”

Old times? Maybe… maybe I should give it a shot. God, what a weird thought. Why would I want to do that? But while I’m thinking about it, my feet are already moving me to stand up and head toward the locker, while my hands are grabbing my shirt and pulling it up. I should stop. I need to stop. I should leave now, but the shirt comes off and goes over my head, landing on the floor. My pants are unbuttoned, and soon they join the shirt. I really should stop. Why do I want this? It’d be better to stop, but soon I’m in my boxers holding the gi in front of me. First, I put one leg in... then the other... then the arms, and then the belt… why is it black? I wonder, confused… but then that consuming need fades away.

I look at myself. As always, it doesn’t fit. I look like a kid wearing his dad’s suit at some event. I sit back down on the bench. Alright, that strange urgency is satisfied. So now I can just take this damn thing off!

But I don’t want to, for some strange reason. I feel more comfortable than ever. It’s like that mismatched uniform was made for me. My delicate hands wander over the ill-fitting outfit, the long sleeves sliding down my shoulders. I try to adjust them back into place, but they stop midway as I start to feel the material against my skin. The feeling of power it gives me… the feeling of strength… was it really this good when I was practicing? No, definitely not; if it was, I wouldn’t have quit. Man, this feels amazing... I feel the weight of the gi on me, both real and metaphorical… the weight of what it represents… my hands roam over its wide shape… it’s not just a uniform… it’s an armor… a sacred cloak… this is so cool… I can hear them in the training room… too bad I can’t join them... I wish I could... and they asked... didn’t they? I shift a bit on the bench and let my arms fall to my sides. Weird, I didn’t seem that far from the ground before. I feel cozy; the sweat smell doesn’t bother me, the whole atmosphere feels familiar, even comforting, like coming home after a long day and sitting in your favorite chair. I feel dizzy, like I’m about to fall asleep...

My rational mind, or what’s left of it, doesn’t notice. But unconsciously, I do… my muscles are slowly expanding, my skinny body pushing against the bench while my hands gently massage my slightly protruding belly that’s slowly flattening, the little bit of fat there seeming to be sucked in with every circle my hand makes. My shoulders are also widening, getting broader, as I grunt happily, a tingling sensation creeping up my body.

Feeling that, my eyes suddenly open, a jolt waking me up a bit from that stupor. What the hell was that? I look at my belly, and it’s widening as I’m hit with shock. I’m getting ripped! My hands trace the outline of my abs as the little muscle blocks there grow and harden, turning into six distinct shapes. As I stare at that in fascination, the stupor hits me harder.

The rigid stones of my abs aren’t the only things getting harder. My arms and legs are swelling with new muscle, keeping pace with my ever-growing body. And, well... I gently pat my groin. It’s definitely there too… a solid extra four inches, and still soft… As my body keeps expanding, the sensation turns pleasurable, like scratching an itch that’s been bugging you for ages, so I let it wash over me. My mouth opens in a gasp, drool spilling out as I pant like a dog. For some reason, it’s easier to breathe like this. Maybe because my nose is breaking and reforming a few times without me even noticing? As the drool runs down my pecs, I bring my hand to them and feel them grow, making my hands look tiny in comparison to the two meat packages they become. I shake my hand a bit, sending the drool flying, and with each shake, I see it grow too, turning into a massive paw, perfect for smashing some unsuspecting fool. Looking at that seems… really good… and I laugh. And out of nowhere, the other hand starts growing too, while my feet expand like crazy. My size eight shoes will never fit those paws; what size are they now? 14? Or maybe 15? A good kick with those surfboards and you’re down for the count… cool… hehehe...

No, not cool, not cool at all! This damn outfit is doing something to me! I stand up and grab the gi by the sleeves at my shoulders, ready to rip it off, and then…. I fall back onto the bench, my eyes unfocused again as a sudden wave of pleasure hits me like a tsunami. Yeah, a torrent of testosterone floods my body as my jawline becomes prominent, my chin broadens, and little tufts of freshly trimmed hair cover my chest and armpits. My mouth opens again, drool spilling out as my neck thickens, and my Adam’s apple sticks out, while my forehead becomes more pronounced, with low brows creating a scowl that makes it look like I’m always ready to fight, and my hair gets shaved on the sides, completing the look of a total douchebag. I try to care, I try to fight... fight... good… fights is good... no… not fight like this... I start to lift my arm, now powerful and making the gi look slightly tight… my biceps must be huge… hehhe… then it drops again… I look at my altered reflection in the mirror and see someone who could easily roll with Samue… Snake and the other guys… who knows, maybe now it’ll end… maybe I’ll finally break free from this stupor and get out of here… But then the real nightmare begins, as a web of powerful veins snakes through the swollen muscles of my body, a myriad of intrusive thoughts starts to slowly shape my mind, no matter how hard I try to resist. They break through my defenses with such force that my illusions shatter quickly as I start to forget. Memories of long hours of studying slowly morph into party after party with my friends, working out with them, training with them, watching my body swell and grow; time spent on pop culture becomes time spent watching football, hours and hours perfecting my college resume turns into hours and hours of sweat and sacrifice perfecting my fighting technique to the point of perfection. Just like my friends. Just like the sensei taught us to be. And we owe it all to sensei. Especially since he’s gonna figure out a way to get me into college, get all of us, in every corner of the country, ensuring that his teachings are passed on. Just one of us in any student group or, better yet, a fraternity, and boom, a new crew of brothers ready to spread the word… ha… word… funny… as if we needed to talk… no… our way is the way of the fist!

Shit, I can’t believe I slept through practice! Sensei is gonna rip me a new one! I shouldn’t have hooked up with those hot girls from college with Snake last night… dude, I couldn’t miss that hookup… I’ll just have to take the sensei’s punishment like a man… and I AM THE MAN!”

I stand up and groan, my voice deeper, with a bit of a growl. I turn toward the door, bracing for sensei’s yelling… Eh, screw him. He’ll put on his show about my tardiness, and I’ll play my part as the remorseful kid, and everything will be fine. It’s not like I skipped out or, God forbid, quit the team; I can’t even imagine the things he’d do to a damn deserter. I stretch a bit, admire myself in the mirror… Mad Dawg, you’re so swole… damn… you big, hot son of a bitch!

And then I finally walk toward the training room to join my brother’s in arms. Today’s practice is gonna be awesome; I can feel it, but honestly, it always is; I was born for this.

[alienpossession]

After a very demanding workout session and having several hours to spend before his date, Dean decided to slide into his Instagram and treated his close friends with some personal Q&A sesh

But, all the close friend and Dean himself are not necessarily of this world, to put it simply. Hence, the question that started to pile up might not sound like a series of question that you would ask in a normal human conversation

"How can you end up in his body? What's the trick? My host is a decent-sized jock and the battle to gain control over his body was crazy tough, cannot imagine yours,"

I just followed the manual, you know. Caught them off-guard and ensure that they are tired. He fell asleep inside this personal sauna after a grueling workout. Add the fact that he was cutting to prep himself for a bodybuilding competition, well, that's a cocktail for success to tame a beastly jock this size

"Is the sexual stamina better compared to your previous host, noting the size differences 😜😜"

LOL, sorry for the disappointment back then, Gustavo. There's not a lot of people that can withstand your sexual prowess anyway, but I'm definitely the top if we are ever hooking up again

"How do you handle the first 24 hours? The crash after all his memory become accessible must've been out of this world!"

Messed my bed like a baby, but it's cum and sweat instead of piss HAHAH. Yeah, crazy shit, dude is a horny, power-hungry muscle beast

"So, have you converted his significant others? Or do you plan to just mindfuck them later so they will be working as indentured labor?"

Nope, not yet. He lived on his own anyway so we gotta wait for the 4th of July break for it to happen. But the girlfriend already fell though, bitch never stood a chance once I plugged her throat with this monster, she was a sobbing flailing mess when mini-mes swarmed her throat and entire body. Now I told her to help out on slowly infecting my friends. Gotta do it subtly though, no reason actually, just love to play with those oblivious human

"Favorite thing to do as human, aside from sex obviously,"

To be honest, partying. It's just so nice being a 6'6", 225 lbs mass of a presence in a dark, packed club or even festival grounds with great music. I always have party or at least a night out inside my calendar for most of the week, such a blast. And of course, sex also involved to really spice things up, but honestly I don't mind if there's any sex or not as long as the party is lit

And Dean keep on answering all sort of other questions, thinking that his identity as a converted alien puppet remain hidden due to the close friends feature. But his little brother, a 21 years old sophomore living 300 miles away from him, took screenshot of every single close friend stories that Dean made, his mind distraught by the fact that his older brother practically no longer exist but his dick chubbed up to the point of leaking pre as his wildest sexual kink manifested in real time and happened to someone he personally knows.

So, like any horny 21 years old, he decided to rub one out while letting his brother stories played in loop. Should he confront Dean about all of this? Or will that risk him turned into a puppet too?

[aguywithsomefantasies]

Roy's Quest for Gains

Roy started with a simple goal: bulk up and build some serious muscle. He hit the gym hard, and for a while, he kept his diet in check, consuming only the right kinds of calories and protein to fuel his workouts.

But somewhere along the way, his love for food grew into something a bit more… enthusiastic. Burgers, fries, cakes—you name it, Roy craved it. And as his cravings grew, so did his build, filling out every inch of his favorite red hoodie.

The once-loose fit became snug, then stretched, until even his belly showed under the hem after a heavy meal.

Roy knew he needed someone to help manage his “bulking,” someone who understood the challenge. That’s when he found Tim, a tall, fit guy with boundless energy and a good sense of humor. Roy convinced Tim to be his “personal bulking coach,” but Tim soon realized Roy’s idea of “helping with gains” meant something quite different than he expected.

One evening, Tim showed up to their usual hangout with a box of fast food and found Roy already leaning back in his chair, looking full and satisfied from a pre-dinner snack. Roy gave a sheepish grin, patting his stretched belly. “Alright, let’s keep going,” he chuckled. Tim handed him a double cheeseburger, watching as Roy eagerly devoured it. Soon, feeding Roy became a kind of tradition. Tim brought burgers, fries, and even slices of cake, always surprised (and a bit entertained) at Roy’s unshakeable appetite.

As weeks went by, Roy's build only grew more substantial, his hoodie fitting tighter and tighter. One night, after what must’ve been his third slice of cake, Roy leaned back, hands on his stomach, trying to keep the shirt from riding up. He looked stuffed but content, a peaceful grin on his face as he closed his eyes.

Tim, seeing his friend’s satisfaction, couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you’ve finally hit your goal, Roy,” he said, passing over the last slice. Roy cracked one eye open, a grin spreading across his face. “Nah,” he replied, “just the beginning.”

This is my first time making a weight gain story with my ideas in my head translated to pictures using ai. Please let me know what you think, and keep an eye out for more stories. Ideas are welcome.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

A mix of the posts I see about Sebastian bulking for The Apprentice and Chris being in NYC for filming The Materialists have me thinking up my first-ever evanstan nonsense 🥺

I know they're both in long-term relationships now. Chris just got married, I knowwww, but let me wallow in this like a pig in the mud 😭🤣

I'm just saying that it would be awfully convenient for Chris to stay with Sebastian in his New York City apartment while he films... Plus, I would like to think that they already have a relationship going here. It's pre-established. Another thing I see about Sebastian on Tumblr is his submissive tendencies. There are so many signs and they make me all melt. So, they're together for the few months it takes to film The Materialists while Seb is prepping for his own film and they have their low-key dom Chris and sub Seb dynamic going.

Evanstan belly kink weirdness below! Warnings for slight weight-related insecurities (that are quickly smoothed over by Chris), kink discovery, sub!Sebastian/dom!Chris, weight gain, stuffing, etc.

One afternoon on a weekend when neither of them is required to be anywhere, they're just having a slow afternoon in as Seb confesses to Chris, finally, that doing this sugar-heavy diet - shotgunning cokes and snacking seemingly constantly on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - is kind of awful. He knows he shouldn't pout or complain because he's doing it to himself. He decided to take this film; he's the one who suggested that he physically go for it rather than relying on a fat suit like he did with Lee Bodecker; further, he shouldn't complain because it should be nicer and easier than his usual pre-filming routine. Like, he complains so much about his crazy diets and workout regime for every other role he takes (having defined abs is a job in of itself, after all). So, really, it should be nice to relax and stop restricting so hard. But it isn't.

Seb vents to Chris many more things, too. For example, not only how surprisingly tiring it is, he feels lethargic all the time, but also how much work it is to make room for all this food in his stomach. Even when he was bulking up and waking up in the middle of the night to eat a whole chicken breast, keeping his protein up, he didn't feel like he had to stretch his stomach in the way he has to now. Plus... he's kind of scared, he admits as he fiddles with his shirt, that he won't "bounce back" and if he never looks the way he did before, his career will go south. Hollywood is so vain. Even more frightening is his thoughts that maybe Chris won't like him as much if he can't go back to his old body after this.

Logically, Seb knows most of his thoughts aren't true but he needs someone else to say it back to him to verify those things. He's searching for something, someone in particular, to calm his swirling thoughts.

Chris does more than verify what he needs to hear - that he'll be okay, that it is hard to make such a drastic lifestyle change, that it is challenging to bulk with fat as much as it is to bulk with muscle, he's seen him struggle every day he's been here, and that, of course, his body doesn't matter to him. Seb can look however and Chris is still going to love him. Further, he can look however and he'd still find him sexy as hell. Chris reminds him extensively, until Seb is blushing, how he couldn't keep his hands off of him when he was filming Pam & Tommy and was the tiniest he's ever been, but also how fucking terrible filming Civil War was because all Chris wanted to do was shove Seb into the nearest dressing room and have his way with him rather than reciting lines. Not to mention, of course, every other role with every other body type he's had while they've been together. Chris can't get enough of him, not matter what the shape of his body is. But...

Seeing how pouting Seb is at that moment, Chris wonders out loud if it might help him feel better if this weight gain wasn't just for work. What if it was recreational, too?

Seb doesn't understand at first what Chris means but with more explanation, he does.

Oh.

What Chris means is that what if rather than just having to put on weight for work... what if they played a game like they do in the bedroom where Chris makes the orders up and Seb follows them until he's shivering with the feeling of being obedient and good. Not having any control, ceding it all to his boyfriend, and being praised for his subservience just the way he craves in exchange. In the bedroom, being taken care of how he needs to be, held by the back of the neck, stern, with a voice in his ear, firm and inarguable. Shit, Seb always leaves his body when Chris gets like that with him.

If Seb wants to play, Chris could order him to eat and eat until his stomach aches like he already has been doing. But it will be different because it will be because Chris told him to. And it'll be different, hotter, because if he does what Chris says, Chris can soothe his upset tummy however he sees fit. A reward for following orders. Chris can rub his belly for being a good boy and doing what he told him to. Devouring everything he told him to eat. Chris can kiss the apex of his rounded, stuffed belly and trail hotter, sloppier kisses down until he's hidden behind the taut hill of his stomach, sucking his dick until Seb busts down his throat. Chris can fuck Seb on all fours to let him feel what he did for him, how good he is, his belly hanging and jiggling underneath him without an ounce of shame because he did it for his boyfriend - feeling extra stuffed than he already does when he's fucked by Chris' thick cock.

Not to mention how, if that was the case with Seb eating for him and not some production, when Seb looks in the mirror, rather than being reminded of work and how exhausting it is, he'll be reminded of Chris. He will see his reflection widened, softened, and changed with evidence of what a good boy he is. His boyfriend's marks visible on his body in a way that they usually can't risk - no hickeys or bite marks anywhere that paparazzi can catch. Not even any mark as innocent as holding hands! Further, unlike a hickey, a bite mark, a collar... that weight can't be faded as easy. Chris' mark on him will last.

Chris has always been a little possessive, Seb is familiar with it and often enjoys it seeing as the possessiveness comes out as roughing him up, taking more control, and fucking harder. Ngh. And so, Seb can wrap his brain around why the weight would be sexy to Chris. He can believe him whereas before he was having trouble understanding what about being fat would be sexy to his unbelievably attractive boyfriend. Literally movie-star-hot. Talking like this, he can see it in Chris's eyes - they're locked onto him, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips, and one of his eyebrows is raised. His expression turned on and dangerous but with just enough of a question to let Seb know that if he refuses, he won't push or bring it up again and they will go back to normal.

Seb isn't sure if he can go back to normal after those words, though. Jesus.

Evidence of Chris on his body. All over his body. Not something he can take off easily yet something everyone can see. PLUS, God, the thought of Chris rewarding him, giving him treats, to coincide with daily orders? Seb isn't sure he'll survive. He'll be floating through days in a cloud of arousal, he can feel it already, just knowing that he's constantly pleasing his boyfriend, fulfilling his orders.

Possibly it's Seb's background experience of giving up control to Chris and getting his rocks off as a result that's giving this the appeal it has. But maybe... maybe there's something bigger here.

Bigger.

Something bigger like his ass. His ass that's been feeling considerably wider every time Chris can't resist but give him a teasing spank when they pass each other in his tiny apartment or the way he gropes him whenever they fall into bed now, taking handfuls of it. His flesh jiggles now in a way he didn't before and, suddenly, like a switch flipped right here, sitting on the couch with his boyfriend and talking, he's curious about how it would feel for there to be more meat on his bones. More fluff for Chris's big, strong hands to sink into. More to jiggle. He's...

Seb's mouth is dry, feeling like needs a drink. A coke?

He feels abruptly, intensely sexy in his own skin at the same time that he's thinking about getting bigger. Bigger and better to drive Chris insane with, flaunting how he can follow orders eagerly, not just eating as much as he tells him to but relishing in the eating, stuffing himself fast and moaning through bites, begging for belly rubs just to keep him close and have his hands on his body, exploring all the ways he's changing it to satisfy him. Gaining weight faster and faster, all to feel it but especially to hear Chris's praise and moans if he ever gets big enough for Chris to really fuck his pecs when he gets big enough for Chris to fuck his moobs.

Can we just admire how he squirms when he blushes? ���

[jazeswhbhaven]

Hiiii, can I request some headcanons about MC who is a great chef plsssss. Ohohoho not only that.... how about their food are too good that the kings + Lucifer (and some of you fav nobles) put on weight 😈😈 (i know they kinda impossible... but plssssss... for the sake of my love for chubby belly and thighs 😭 i gonna bribed you with this 🍀🍀 ehehe)

I just want to see what they reactions would be when they know that this is all MC plan to smooch and adore the chubby parts of them 😛

OH thank you for sending this in anon, and also for waiting~ If you're still around to see this I hope you enjoy seeing our bois putting on some weight in this AU (because yeah otherwise they would never 😭 their bodies seem to just stay hella fit and sculpted)

Lead in: It's been about a month or so since Chef!MC started making food for the kings during their stay in Hell. They figured out how to work with the ingredients easily and each dish is delicious even if MC sometimes can't consume it themselves (uses Ppyong as a taste tester) Some of the nobles too have been eating a bunch of Chef!MC's food, so much to where they've put on some weight...

Satan: He doesn't take long for him to notice the chub on his tummy when he goes to the gym. He seems irritated that he's been enjoying too many tasty snacks from Chef!MC. As he stares in the mirror of his private workout room, Chef!MC comes in with yet again another bag of "pre-workout" snacks. They notice that Satan is rather pissed about his new figure, that is until they poke and squeeze Satan and adore the new look for him. So what he has a bit of a tummy? Now there's more of him for Chef!MC to love, and it's evidence that he loves their food. All of this attention makes Satan also forget about his irriation as he takes the bag of snacks and demands for more of Chef!MC's attention.

Mammon: He's so big, you would expect for his metabolism to be at peak. His muscles alone should need tons of energy and fuel. But it seems that he's been overindulging in the decadent sweets and the savory heavy foods that Chef!MC has made to the point of where parts of his body have put on some pounds. His ass especially, and thighs are more squishy and large, a small belly forming too. Chef!MC noticed how more pronounced his backside is when he has his robe on, and they often can't help but squeeze and smack it. Because of this, Mammon doesn't hold back on eating more. Well, even though Chef!MC will be tired from cooking, they at least get to enjoy Mammon later...

Beelzebub: For this devil, it's quite impossible for him to gain any weight. None. Who knows where he packs it all, Chef!MC surely doesn't know. The restaurants around the area tell stories of him clearing out their inventory in less than a few minutes in one bite. But, he does indulge Chef!MC one night, showing up with the most pleasing to the eye "dad" bod imaginable. He looks so squishy, soft, with a bit of muscle in his arms and his thighs look like soft pillows. Chef!MC doesn't know, but he did this because he was suspecting that they were wondering why he didn't gain weight like the other kings who were eating their food.

Leviathan: He doesn't normally eat too much, opting to sleep more than eat to conserve energy. But once he gets a taste of Chef!MC's food he can't help but indulge. ALL of it goes to his ass and his thighs, with a slight tummy. Everything he wears now clings to his shape, and Chef!MC can't get enough of it. Not only is it evidence that he is eating their food, he looks hot even when he's gained a bit of weight. Levi pretends he doesn't like it when Chef!MC stares at him, but at the same time he keeps wearing tighter clothing to really show off his new curves. At this point...Chef!MC can't help but pinch and kiss his thighs when they get the chance. Also, no signs of him stopping the love of their food as he's seen sneaking another snack in.

Lucifer: Out of all the Kings, unfortunately there's just no way this fallen angel can gain any weight. He just simply doesn't eat a lot. He does eat Chef!MC's food, but only to a certain extent. But even with the small amounts he does eat, sometimes Chef!MC can spot a small amount of tummy fat when he sits down and that's enough for them to know he's enjoying the food at least. But that also could have always been there. Oh well, it isn't the end of the world, but perhaps they can just imagine a chubby Lucifer eating to his hearts content.

Belphegor: Believe it or not because he sleeps so much he never has time to eat. He's also so lazy he doesn't like chewing his food most of the time and opts for soups or things he can swallow with one bite. Chef!MC however has been making really good milkshakes, and Belphie can't get enough of them. Beleth has been having a hard time picking him up lately because...he's gotten heavier. Chef!MC even notices that his face is more round as well. Now he's got that typical chubby Otaku look down, and his hair is longer than usual for whatever reason. But cuddling with him in bed has been amazing, all of his squish and curves being the perfect place for Chef!MC to rest their head.

Asmodeus: He heard that Chef!MC was cooking, sending the food to the various devils in Abaddon in their cells. He tried a bit of the food once, and needless to say he's hooked. Chef!MC has heard of some weird things he's been doing lately involving their food and it flatters them. At the same time they're slightly concerned by what it is that he's doing...especially the state of his room that's covered in...well nevermind on that. Asmodeus does like it though when Chef!MC feeds him, and it appears he's gained a bit of weight. A pinch of fat here and there, not much but enough to notice. Especially his thighs and hips that are wider than before. Chef!MC has to be careful though, one kiss or squeeze from them and that's an immediate "on" switch for this King.

Bonus+ Nobles!

Sitri: Chef!MC has been making pastries to accompany his schedule tea breaks, and he's been hooked on them. He will often ask Chef!MC for more than intended, and he hasn't been paying attention to the amount of pastries he's been eating. One day when he's bent over, his pants rip clearly indicating that his ass is getting larger. His gun straps don't fit on his thighs either like they used to. He insists that he has to hit the gym more, but Chef!MC doesn't mind and continues to make as many pastries as he desires.

Bael: He was thrilled when Chef!MC came to Abyssos, as he himself can't cook well at all. All of the nobles have been eating Chef!MC's food in abundance, and Bael figures he'd have a taste too. Before you know it, he's eaten so much, his tummy is starting to grow and his hips are spreading. Chef!MC can't get enough of it, because those skin-tight pants of his are hugging every curve, and his ass jiggles now when he walks the halls trying to get all of his tasks done.

Beleth: Since Belphie is always asleep and doesn't eat much because of it, Beleth finishes his food for him when Chef!MC brings it to him. It's crazy though, because he notices that he's put on a bit of weight. He's not unfit or unable to do his daily tasks so he doesn't care. Chef!MC is surprised to see where the fat sits on his body, his chest is larger, hips and butt large...but when he's in cat form, he's got a big fluffy belly and flops to the side with a lazy meow. Chef!MC can't help but give him belly scritches, that Harumon is jealous and wants food and belly scritches too.

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypnotized Help: Chris

"I've got the gym all ready for you, master," Hemsworth states with his famous smile, "What would you like to work on today?"

I hypnotized the actor awhile ago to quit the high-paying job he was used to. As far as he understands it, Hollywood is not a place he belongs. Chris Hemsworth now understands that he's meant to be my personal trainer.

Of course, it took some deep reconditioning to convince him of that.

"Let's keep up the same workout," I tell him.

"Yes, master. Then you'll be working on the back and arms today," he explains, "I'll make your pre-training shake for you."

I watch with amusement as the stud scrambles to prepare my exercises. He's my gym coach, which means it's his sole responsibility to get me into bodybuilding shape. The guy has already gotten me to gain plenty of lean muscle, so he must have some idea of what he's doing.

"This is for you, Master," Chris hands me the shake, "Alright, let's get you pumped up!"

With a flick of the remote, my personal trainer blasts energetic music before eagerly watching me down the protein mix. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. I programmed a deep desire for him to want the best for me. Motivation has always been a struggle for me in the gym, so having a trainer around who doubles as my biggest cheerleader is a good influence.

"That's nasty!" I toss the empty cup to Chris after swallowing the entirety of the liquid.

"It'll maximize the work you're about to do!" the superhero grins, "Let's get started with some simple calisthenics."

The actor begins walking me through increasingly brutal exercises, making sure to do a few reps himself to give me the best impression of how to do them.

"Don't forget to tuck your glutes in," he reminds me, gently guiding my hips with his hands.

He puts me through a few hours of intense exercises, but I beat my personal records in almost every set I lift. It's easy to push myself with Hemsworth cheering me on.

"Alright, that's enough for today," I pant, "Don't forget to wipe everything down."

"Already on it, Master," he replies, marching around with a spray bottle and rag, "Don't forget to stretch tonight before you turn in."

"I'm going to forget unless you come and remind me," I sigh, "Just wait in my room until I'm done with the day. Then you can walk me through the stretches."

"Yes, master," he replies.

I need to hit the showers so I can move on with my day, but I can't help lingering to watch the former superhero cleaning my sweat off the bench. Part of his responsibilities include wiping down all the equipment before and after I use it. I think I also put him in charge of laundering all the sweaty towels, but I can't remember.

"Chris."

"Yes master?" he pauses and smiles up at me.

"How's my progress?" I ask, knowing full well my body has never looked better, "Am I on track to be an even hotter hero than you?"

"Oh definitely, master," he instantly assured me, "You are already in phenomenal shape, and in a few months, you'll be bigger than I ever was. Then all the ladies will rightfully be after you, master!"

"Sounds good," I enjoy the praise, "Why don't you finish cleaning all this up in a little bit."

"Is there something you need me to do, master?" Chris asks.

"Yeah, you need to wash me down in the shower," I command, "It's a new responsibility you have. You got me this sweaty, so you're going to clean it up."

"Of course, master," he says, putting the rag and spray bottle down, "That only seems right. I hope you aren't too uncomfortable, standing in your sweat right now."

I can't help but harden as we step into my locker room. Thinking about Chris Hemsworth cleaning me off in the shower is too much. The image of him beneath the water in his little uniform and on his knees scrubbing my tired legs, is too much.

The former celebrity will just have to work around my throbbing erection.

[miel-ji]

Started Off Right

Genre: fluff 

Pairing: Changbin x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: working out, slight insecurity, use of pet names, kisses

Summary: Changbin has been helping you honor your New Year’s resolution of going to the gym, turning your workout sessions into another opportunity for dates. 

A/N: Based on this request by anon! Thank you for sending it in 🫶 I loved coming up with ideas for this. Also that pic of Changbin is soooo alkslalsk I’m more of a cardio girlie and it probably shows but I still tried haha

You have always been bad at sticking to your New Year’s resolutions, but you still set them just for the tradition. This year was different; however, because you had spent New Year's with your boyfriend, Changbin, and his friends. They all went around saying their resolutions out loud, so you were forced to speak them into existence rather than telling an empty promise to yourself like usual. You didn’t realize how supportive and helpful Changbin would be with keeping your goal this year when you did. 

As it turns out, his and your goals were both fitness centered with you wanting to be more consistent in going to the gym, and him wanting to gain even more muscle. Changbin was the one to suggest that you join him at the gym to workout together, in fact his eyes seemed to shine with excitement when he came up with the idea, giggling about being one of those gym couples that Felix had showed him on tiktok. You told him what you wanted from your workouts, and he was happy to take on the role of your personal trainer, helping you develop a plan and stay motivated. You joined Changbin at the gym three times a week when he was home, and he always made sure to send encouraging messages if he was gone. 

With Changbin’s busy schedules, your gym sessions occurred in the afternoon, and after, you made dinner or went out together. Today was Friday meaning it was gym day with your boyfriend, so you completed your routine of getting dressed (wearing the shoes that Changbin got you for your birthday), taking your vitamins and pre workout, and packing both of your gym bags. Once you were ready, you called him to let him know you were on the way to which he replied that he would be waiting for you. You usually met him at the gym in his company out of convenience, but you did find the perks of a private gym nice, like less people meaning less chances of pervs staring while you were trying to lift. 

When you arrived at the gym, it was easy to spot Changbin sitting on a bench in your usual corner of the gym in the weightlifting station. He was dressed in all black that drew out and accentuated all of his features, and this particular outfit showed off all of his muscles perfectly. He waved at you from across the gym with a smile that showed off his teeth. “Hey, bun.”

He leaned over and pecked your lips before taking the gym bags from you and setting them somewhere out of the way but still close by, “hey Binnie.” 

“Are you ready to get started?” Changbin asked, holding out his hands for you to take. You nodded and slipped yours into his, and you started your stretching routine together. You talked easily through the warmups about each other’s days, and whenever Changbin would playfully yell at you for giggling at the faces he would make stretching a particularly sore muscle which just made you giggle harder. 

Changbin knew your routine well, so he went to get your weights and put them on the bar before you even had the chance to do it yourself. He winked at you before taking his place to the side. You shook your head at him, but a small smile stayed on your face as you prepared your stance and grip for deadlifting. You easily got through the first two sets with Changbin complimenting your form. 

“Wow, how’d you get so good at deadlifting?” Changbin asked with a smile in his voice. 

“Felix,” you teased. 

“What? When do you go to the gym with Felix?” Changbin’s expression fell, and he dropped his arms from when they’d been previously crossed. You finished your last rep and put the bar down, laughing a bit out of breath at his reaction.

Despite still wanting an answer to his question, he fetched you your water bottle before adding weight and standing behind the bar himself. “Oh wait, I forgot my-“ 

“They’re right here, bun.” You finished for him and walked over to put on his wrist straps for him. 

“Thank you,” he quickly kissed your lips before you moved out of the way. “But that doesn’t answer my question.” He raised a question eyebrow at you, and he started his own set. 

“I’m obviously kidding, bun.” He playfully scowled at you, and he returned to focusing on his lifting. 

“Hey, how’s my form, huh?” He asked eagerly. You both already knew that his form was perfect, but he always was soft for your praises. 

“Looking good, bun.” You said before leaning over and smacking his butt as he was bending down to lift the bar again. 

He yelped in surprise, “babeee. Stoppp, I’m trying to focus.” He said with a bit of a whine, but you could see the small smirk on his face as he finished up his workout. You did the same for him that he did earlier by getting his water bottle for him before getting ready for your next workout. 

Soon you and Changbin fell into your usual rhythm and worked through your routine either together or side by side. You thought back to your gym habits before and realized that having Changbin as a workout buddy had instilled a new motivation within you. You preferred the sound of his voice and laugh during your sessions over music, and his presence alone seemed to be energizing. With Changbin, time in the gym changed from something you felt obligated to do into something you looked forward to. 

Before you even knew it, you were reaching the end of your workout, only having two exercises left. The next one was hanging knee raises, and while your legs were already burning and sweat was dripping from your hairline, you wanted to push through. Taking a deep breath, you jumped up to grab the bar but had to drop back down when you didn’t grip it well enough. “Hey, are you good, bun?” Changbin asked, immediately appearing at your side and placing his hands on your waist. 

You nodded your head and shook out your hands to try again, but Changbin never moved to let you go, instead looking down at you to study your features for any signs otherwise. “Let me help you?” He asked, wearing an encouraging smile. 

“Okay…” you agreed quietly. Changbin never made you feel weak if you needed help at the gym, and for that you were grateful, having been insecure about this during your earlier sessions. He reassured you it was one of the best ways to help yourself improve when you had someone there to support you. When he would ask you for help, it would give you a warm feeling that he trusted you, and you wondered if he felt the same when the roles were reversed. 

He brushed back your hair that had fallen out of your ponytail and kissed your forehead before his hands returned back to your waist. He lifted you up to the bar and waited for you to securely grip it before letting go. “Yes, that’s it, bun.” He said once you had started the exercise, observing you in a proud stance with his hands on his hips. 

His words spurred you on as you tried to focus on his voice and your breathing to get through this last push. Your arms were burning as well as your core and thighs, but you kept going. “You promise I’m your only gym buddy?” Changbin asked suddenly in a more vulnerable tone. 

“Bun,” you laughed breathily, “I promise.” 

“Good,” he grumbled, waiting for you with your water bottle again once you finally finished. You happily accepted it from Changbin, and you chugged down some water before he started his own workout. Weighted planks were the last thing in your plan, and they were your absolute least favorite. Your arms were screaming from the previous activity, and you felt even more sweat cling to your body.

You looked over at your boyfriend who was in the same situation as you, but you wondered how the sweat sheening on his skin made him look even more irresistible. His hair was slightly damp and falling in his eyes, but you loved the way it brought out his natural curls more. His biceps were bulging from the sleeves of his tight black shirt, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his muscles flexing when he curled his legs up. His face would scrunch up from the effort with small grunts leaving him with each rep, but once he caught you staring, he winked at you and effortlessly completed the rest. 

When he finished, you handed over his water bottle, and he could see you slightly pouting. “You got this, it's the last one,” he slightly laughed and kissed your pout before grabbing a weight for you. You got into position on the mat and made sure to keep your lower body down. “Are you ready?” Changbin asked before carefully placing the weight on your back. 

“Come on, one minute. You can do it. I know you can, bun.” Changbin encouraged you. You groaned, but held the position. “Almost halfway.” 

“Halfway?” you whined.

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Oh my god, this is awful,” you complained further, and Changbin laughed which caused you to shoot him a glare. He quickly tried to suppress his laugh, but you could tell he was fighting hard. . 

“You’re doing so good.” 

“How much more?” 

“Push through, bun.” 

“Changbinnn.”

“Anddd, you’re done.” He took the weight from your back, and you dramatically collapsed on the mat underneath you. 

“I’m never doing that again,” you huffed. 

“Just let it out. Whatever helps you feel better,” he cooed, squatting down and stroking your hair.

You found your strength again and lifted yourself off your elbows, “alright, I’m good now.” 

“That’s my girl,” he laughed from your sudden recovery, and you warmly smiled up at him, feeling better from being released from your plank. 

“Your turn. What weight do you want?” You said, fully lifting yourself up from the mat, so Changbin could complete his. 

“You.” 

“What?” You stopped walking towards the weights and swiveled around on your foot to look at him confused. 

“You, come here.”

“Bun, but what if-” 

“Don’t, don’t you dare.” He said sternly, already sensing your negative thoughts from the tone of your voice. “You don’t have to.” He said more softly, “but I got you, I promise.” 

You contemplated for a second, but you trusted him. You knew that he really wanted to try this for himself, and it did make you excited when he showed off his strength. You shook your head at his antics but smiled as you made your way over to him. “Are you sure?” 

“Oh yeah,” having checked on him again, you sat on his back and made yourself comfortable by crossing your legs. Changbin didn’t even flinch, “can't believe you doubted me.” He spoke up, not showing any signs of fatigue approaching thirty seconds. 

“’m sorry, my baby is so strong,” you cooed and reached over to ruffle his curls, and he giggled at your touch. You admired his broad shoulders as he supported your weight without straining as a minute passed, and you wondered how he was so good as planks. You were still trying to process what happened as you climbed off of him.

When Changbin was back on his feet, he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you into him, “What was that you were saying?” He asked with a coy smile. 

“That I’m so proud of all the progress you’ve been making,” you smiled back up at him, linking your arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed you before pulling away, deciding it wasn’t enough, he leaned in and kissed you again and again. He would have kept going with his rapid fire pecks to your lips if you hadn’t pulled away giggling and feeling flustered. “We need to take our picture.”

“You’re right,” he captured your lips one more time for good measure before following you over to the area of the mirrored walls that you could use to take the selfie. Changbin stood close behind you and pulled you into him as you held the phone up to capture the photo. You both flexed your arms as the pose, and once you took it, you showed it to him for approval. “Ooo, that’s a good one.” 

“Mhm, makes me wanna bite your arm.”

“What?” Changbin quickly looked up from your phone to you with a confused but amused expression. “You’ve been hanging out with Seungmin too much.” 

“No? How often does he bite you?” Changbin just shrugged. “Well, it’s not our fault that they look so munchable.” You just shrugged back, and he accepted the compliment even if he didn’t understand your desire to bite him. 

“Ah, you’re right, my biceps do look good in that picture. You should send it to me. Gonna make it my home screen now.” 

You sighed and pouted slightly, “that’s the only reason you want to make it your home screen?” You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he laughed while pulling you back into him. 

“Bun, of course not. You also look incredible. You know I’m so proud of my girl.”

You could feel your heart pick up speed at his words and loving gaze, and you beamed up at him. It always felt nice when Changbin acknowledged your progress, but it felt even better that you could see these changes in yourself. You loved the feeling you got when you finished a session at the gym, and looking back at your photos from earlier this year, you were proud and more confident in yourself to follow through with your goal. You were especially happy to have Changbin with you to support you through your journey, and you cherished the time spent together doing something you both loved.