#straight gainer

[biglabeouf]

Taper is absolutely gone lol

[supersizepete]

Horny & Hungry

Got turned on for some reason and decided to take some pics,

any online feeders out there?

Working on getting my Patreon going rn, any feeders or generous people wanna see more?

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[fatfables]

Too Fat to Fuck

A new short, punk rock, fat fable.

“Went to a party. I gorged all night. I ate 16 slices and looked a sight. But now I’m stuffed. You’re out of luck. I’m stuck on the sofa, too fat to fuck.”

These were the first lyrics that I ever wrote. I was fifteen and thought that I was gonna be a rockstar. It was 1982 and my band was called “The Fat Bellamys.” We thought it was the coolest name ever because Bellamy kind of sounds like bellies. Fat rockstars and fat punkers were unheard of back then. We all pretended to be brothers when really we were just best friends. I was the lead singer and took the name, Jelly Bellamy. Malcolm was not a good name for a frontman. Jelly suited me well. In my skin-tight ripped jeans and stained wife-beater vest, ass and belly a-bulging, I thought I was the dog’s proverbials, wobbling around on stage like a rolly-polly lunatic. I would spit half-chewed pizza crusts at the disgusted audience as I screamed out my shitty lyrics, diaphragm visibly vibrating. I was determined to be the most popular fat kid in the valley.

The rest of the band consisted of Kevin (Tubby Bellamy) on guitar, Jay (Chubby Bellamy) on bass, and Killian (Kill the Bellamy) on drums. Killian was the fattest of us by far and the best looking. I was always secretly jealous of him. The drummer is always the fattest guy in the band. He also got to sit down all the time which I thought was hella unfair.

We practised in the store room out the back of my Dad’s pizza restaurant. It was also the only place that we ever performed. The restaurant was called “Do Littles” a pun on our surname, Dolittle, as in the doctor who could talk to the animals. Not that anyone in my family ever tried to talk to animals, we were too busy eating them and living up to our moniker by being as lazy and idle as possible. Dad was not a hard worker and neither was I. 

The restaurant was located on a side street off the south end of Ventura and was famous for its large greasy pies, large greasy owners, and large greasy customers. We played there every Saturday night for three years in return for free pizzas and sodas. Who needs paying when you’ve already got all the free food that you need right? I must’ve gained a hundred pounds or more in the few years that I was playing at the restaurant, as did the rest of the band.

We used to pull in a sizeable regular crowd of chubby punk kids, geeks, gluttons, and other assorted fat losers. Our fans were all the kids that would rather fill their faces than get high on crack and PCP with the “cool” kids at the Whiskey. We all thought that it was way cooler to die of diabetes than an overdose. We were the Chris Farley to their River Phoenix. We were ahead of our time.

Every weekend we would stuff ourselves stupid for hours on slippery slices of deep pan pepperoni, melted gooey four cheeses with stuffed crusts, and massive 20” meat feasts. We’d slurp down bucket loads of free refillable sodas and slushies until we were fit to burst. Then we would go on stage for twenty minutes. Huff and puff as we attempted to thrash out a handful of two minute songs, betweens our burps, before exhaustedly stumbling off stage and back to our booth to refill once more.

I wrote a few other songs during that period that we added to our weekend menu. “Eat the Poor,” was interpreted by some as being a satirical take-down of the Reagan administration's economic policies, but really it was just my personal desire to eat, digest, and excrete poor people. “California Uber Bellies,” was our theme song, and just generally spoke to how we saw ourselves. “Give Me Convenience Foods of Give Me Death,” speaks for itself, as did “Ice Cream Truck.” But it was with, “Too Fat to Fuck,” that we finished every performance. That was our masterpiece. That was the cherry on the cream, on the cake, that sat on top of the sundae, that was our set.

I wrote it when I was fifteen so had never had sex for that reason. I didn’t know that I was writing my own prophecy. Anyway, girls were kind of hard to come by in the fat geek punk scene. Or at least they were until Melissa showed up.

She was beautiful with curves as wide as the horizon. Her dumper truck ass and thighs looked so succulent trapped in her multi-coloured leggings. She was as wide as the door with the silverest cellulite and fattest cankles that I had ever seen. Her belly hung soft and low and appeared to wave, with every step and breath, as if it were made of melted chocolate. It hung limp like a bumpy deflated tire, in comparison to mine, which was round and smooth, and ballooned out like an over inflated beach ball, due to the years of excessive intake of carbs and sugar, with which I’d joyously glutted it on a daily basis. I was in love. And that was before she even ordered.

I saw her looking back at me and she smiled as she told the waiter, Merrill, that she wanted three twenty inch Seafood pizzas with extra cheese. I waved Merrill over and loudly copied her order to insure that she would notice me. She did and it worked. We matched each other for hours, meat feast after meat feast. I’d never seen a woman devour so many recently living creatures, of land and sea, flattened out on thick greasy, cheesy dough before. Eventually it was time to play and I shook my giant hips and ass at her. She lapped it up and when I took off my 4XL t-shirt in order to show her my sweaty glistening love handles I swore I could see that she was getting wet.

After the show I got up the guts to go and talk to her and we sat for hours talking about our favourite foods and restaurants while we continued to fill our bellies. By the time we snuck off to the store room we must have been drunk on at least ten pizzas a piece.

This is where it went wrong. As hard as I tried I couldn’t get it in her. Our bellies were just too large and incompatible. With my 48” pants around my ankles and my massively bloated beach ball belly bouncing around, my dick just didn’t reach far enough. My boulder smashed into her soft wobbly beachfront but we couldn’t make the all important connection. We tried it standing, we tried it sitting, we tried it every which way but loose, but it wouldn’t work. I had just turned eighteen years old and was already too fat to fuck.

After about fifteen minutes of immense sweating and effort she noticed that I was starting to lose my boner and became upset. This agitation turned into real anger and she eventually stormed off, leaving me alone in the store room with my sad semi and over 200 lbs of pizza dough. As she left she swore that she would get me back for the humiliation. She slammed the door shut and I was left to satisfy myself with the dough.

The next weekend I was shocked when she turned up with her “cousin” Enrico. He was huge and muscular, over 6 ft tall, and 300 lbs. I nervously ate my own weight in pizza wondering what was going to happen. He raped me in the store room after the show. Apparently, you can be too fat to fuck, but not too fat to be gay.

I went off punk music soon after that. It’s funny how the most aggressive sexual violence possible can affect you. Also, a copycat band had just come out. They called themselves the “Anarchy Burgers (Hold the Salad)” and were based at a burger and hot dog joint in Pasadena. They totally ripped off our idea. The final nail in the coffin was when I got a ‘cease and desist’ order from some company called ‘Alternative Tentacles,’ which I thought was strange. I always believed that was an entirely different kink.

Read more fatfables at www.fatfables.com

[ex-jock-enthusiast]

Hot off the presses - Jibraan Mustafa (@jbbrsh) appearing in Jubilee's 'Natty or Not' vid, plumping up fast on a protracted bulk. Natty? Perhaps. Fatty? Fingers crossed ;)

[davenporttf]

Bear Trap

Jake was a total dick and he was fine admitting it. He had the body to compensate for his short temper and overall unlikeable personality. He liked to think of himself as a real tradie through and through. He didn't care what the other guys thought of him because he knew he could do the job of three men by himself. When it came to the ladies, he was fine cutting things off after they started getting feelings. "Who hurt you?" the last one said when he broke it off. He smiled and replied "That'd be you for having to listen to you."

The crew had been working on a new apartment complex for a few weeks. The days were long and the middle of summer brought some very hot afternoons. Jake was working on installing a new water pipeline to the complex and removing the debris from all the jackhammering. They had been going at it since 7am and with the sun now beaming over him, he was feeling dehydrated. He forgot to bring his own water and was starting to regret it. He signaled over to the other guys that he was going to take a quick 15, and started walking towards the next door apartments.

Typically the neighbors next to their projects hated seeing them because of all the noise. He would see the dirty looks from the balconies but he would just wave at them to piss them off. Today he was going to play nice though, and beg for some water with a smile and an arm flex.

He went up to the first door and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, a loveable bear named Greg answered the door. He filled the door with his sturdy frame, and smiled at Jake. "Can I help you?"

"Hey man, sorry to bother you but I forgot my water today. Could I trouble you for some?" Jake said with the most charming smile he could manage.

"Yeah, of course! Why don't you come in and cool off and I'll grab you some water. I have the AC on." Greg offered kindly.

Jake was not about to pass up some free AC despite his reservations. "Yeah sure. Thanks, man." He entered the studio apartment looking around at Greg's very tidy apartment. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll grab you something to drink" Greg said as he walked to his kitchen.

Jake continued to look around and noticed some of the pride flags posted around the living room. "Awe fuck, a fag. Just great." he thought to himself as he took a seat on the sofa. He didn't like how all the gay guys looked him up and down. He worked hard to look good for the ladies, and felt uncomfortable when men shot glances his way. He had the urge to leave but the AC was feeling great against his skin, so he shoved his disdain to the side.

Greg could sense the hatred from Jake, and his overall douchebag demeanor. He had seen him for a few days now arguing with his coworkers and catcalling the women walking by. He didn't like the ripped guys, and tended to go for bears like himself. He had been living alone for a few years and with the rent about to go up due to the complex being built nextdoor, he was struggling. He didn't have an extra room to split with a roommate, and he wasn't having much luck in the boyfriend department. In the kitchen, Greg came up with an idea to fix his problem. He pulled out a bottle of water from the back of the fridge that he bought from a specialty store he frequented.

Greg walked back into the room and handed Jake the bottle of water. "Here ya go! Feel free to enjoy the air for a bit. You guys really seem to be working hard out there." Jake didn't waste a moment, and started chugging the water. The water tickled going down his throat and the water tasted so refreshing. He continued to chug the water as a bubbly feeling developed in his abdomen. Gurgles began to become audible as his stomach started to expand outward. Jake could feel his waistline pushing out against his jeans becoming more uncomfortable by the second. The water was too refreshing to stop so with his other hand he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to make room. Jake's pecs softened and inflated, losing definition. His arms became heavier with his biceps growing more doughy. His face rounded and lost it's definition with his chinstrap widening to a full beard.

With one hand on his belly rubbing it for comfort, Jake finished the bottle and looked around at his new form. He wanted to be disgusted with himself but his grip on his prior life was slipping away. He was liking the way he felt more powerful by his size and ran his hands all over. He looked around at the apartment feeling more at home.

"You look good handsome." Greg complimented as Jake looked up at him. Jake could feel himself growing attracted to Greg, especially his handsome features. Memories of them meeting out by the construction yard surfaced. He was always on the heavier side and the crew loved how strong he was moving around the debris. Greg had walked by one day and he couldn't help but catcall him. Luckily, Greg was flattered and found Jake extremely attractive sweating in the hot sun. Moving in together was the greatest thing to happen to him, and it helped that they could split the rent.

Jake started to paw at the bulge in his briefs, thinking of how sexy his boyfriend was. "What's say we cool off more in the shower?" Jake said devilishly. He got up and walked over to Greg adjusting to his newfound size. He took Greg by the hand and lead him into the bathroom for some much needed fun.

[growmeout]

Trying to get my appetite back to what it was after forcing my self to eat 5k calories a day. Still kind of hard with everything going on but I’m still round and trying to round out even more.

[bigboydav]

I just can’t stop eating and lifting 😮‍💨 muscle chub status coming soon:)

[biglabeouf]

Focused hard on the gym this week, lots of eating at the new job. Excited to really hit the weights and food hard and blow up these next few weeks. Want the belly huge

[filled-with-fat]

How to have a RAPID💨 weight gain

You’ve always dreamed of getting fat, you’re obsessed with the idea of being overweight. But no matter how much you eat, the pounds never seem to stick. You’ve become trapped in this ‘skinny fat’ body — too fat to be considered a twink, but too skinny to actually be considered fat. So here’s what you’re gonna do:

1. Start eating earlier. When you’re trying to become obese, you need to change your eating habits to those of an obese dude. Fat guys don’t stick to the normal 3-meal-a-day routine, they’re constantly snacking and eating food. They’ve stretched their stomachs far beyond a healthy size for a human, which allows them to eat an excessive amount without feeling full. And you need to do the same. So, each morning set your alarm to 5am. You probably won’t have much of an appetite this early, regardless, it’s time to start eating. Make sure to chug at least 2 gainer shakes, before moving onto a palatable breakfast, perhaps with a large stack of pancakes topped with whipped cream? Good job, now you’ve had over 1,000 calories before the day has even begun.

2. At 9am, after you’ve slept on those calories, it’s time to fit in another breakfast. It’s important to cram as much in during this sitting! Maybe try another gainer shake, with a different flavour to *shake* things up (no pun intended). Then, move onto a full English, with extra helpings of bacon and eggs, alongside waffles topped with cream cheese and chocolate. Good boy, now it’s time to go and rest again. Remember to limit your movements so that you can maximise the calories you’ve just eaten.

3. Time for a mid-morning snack? You’re probably not even hungry yet considering you’ve already consumed over 3,000 calories in the past couple of hours, but to really start feeling those gains, it’s time to order a McDonalds straight to your door. Grab a BigMac, and a large side of fries, as well as two large cokes and a McFlurry for dessert. Your mid-morning snack should be larger than most people’s lunch. And when it comes, time how long it takes for you to get through it all. Remember, as you eat faster, you’re belly stretches, and eventually it will start getting easier and easier to fit a fuck ton of food inside of you.

4. Then you’re ready for lunch (hopefully you haven’t passed out yet). Invite a (fat) friend over, and order several large pizzas. Given how much you’ve already eaten, you’re probably going to struggle to eat a whole pizza, but with your fat friend by your side, who will doubtless be chomping up his slices, hopefully this should encourage you to do the same. Say goodbye to your friend, then head back to the couch. At this point in the day, you’re probably feeling so full that you never want to eat again, and you’re belly doubtless looks so bloated 🫃 it could pop at any moment. Take the afternoon to rest on the couch. And as soon as you start to feel a little lighter, reach for that chocolate bar you left on the coffee table.

5. Dinner time. It’s date night! Let your boyfriend take you to an all-you-can-eat Buffett, and don’t go shy! Make sure to wear a short sleeve tshirt, so that you can use the full length of your arms, to take as many plates of greasy food at a time. And when you start to feel bloated again, take a gut gummy to relieve your symptoms before piling into another stack of donuts 🍩 😋🤤

Repeat this routine daily, and hopefully you should start to feel a little heavier!

[overstuffd]

Live on air

(For @feedinboi, who requested a manipulative feeder secretly broadcasting you. Ingredients: weight gain, secret feeder, manipulation, being made into chubby public property)

I wonder when you realised you'd become so many people's personal porn?

It certainly wasn't the day I posted the first picture. Just a quick snap on my phone of you standing in front of the open fridge. Sent to one special group chat, with a promise of what I was going to do to you.

One picture a day, for a little while. Capturing you chugging the soda I poured into the diet bottle, adding extra sugar to the already calorie laden mix.

Replacing your meal prepped protein shakes with thick cream and mass gainer concotions, you never questioning why they tasted so much better than before.

Just one picture a day - to start.

But my little switches start having an effect so quickly. It seems a shame not to document more of your changes.

You don't notice when I start posting multiple pictures a day.

I'm still being careful, but the opportunities to show your growing spread are too tempting to pass up. You, reaching for something off a top shelf, the curve of your belly opeeking out from under your shirt. You, struggling to pick up an m and m that fell to the floor as you ravenously poured a whole bag into your mouth - I guess those appretite stimulants I added to your 'protein shakes' are working.

The aphrodisiacs are working too, at least juding by the photos of your rounded ass I snap as you sheepishly slip into your room, one hand already on your bulge.

I thought you might notice when I installed the kitchen cam. Still, I put it in the fruit bowl - somewhere you never checked these days. Then it was a simple matter to set up the live stream for all your fans to enjoy.

You, devouring four huge meals at the kitchen table. You, dazed from the joint I rolled you chugging chocolate milk straight from the carton. You on a midnight fridge-raid you thought noone would see.

Even if you haven't noticed the cameras, there's no way you haven't noticed the effect I'm having on your body. I have a perfect document of those pyjama pants stretching out, of the day you tore a hole in the ass bending to grab icecream from the freezer. Now you usually wear your overstretched boxers around the house.

I noticed a few half hearted attempts to diet. The lean chicken I marinated in cream. The broccoli I fried for you in butter. Your heart was never in them though. You didn't know it yet, but you were already addicted to being full.

You certainly notice the cameras the day you realise how are addicted you are. The day you wake up to find the fridge empty, the cupboards bare. The day you waddle to me, rubbing your hungry belly, desperate for something to fill the emptiness. The day I promise to order you a feast, on one condition.

That's when I set up the camera on a tripod in front of the couch. You, confused but so desperate to be fed you agree to anything I say, lying back on the couch pinned under your huge but empty belly.

Me, placing a delivery order from three different restaurants and pulling out the icecream I hid from you, now melted into thick, sweet cream.

Starting the livestream for your - appropriately enough - ballooning fanbase by jiggling your huge soft belly while you moan and beg to be filled. Holding the carton to your lips and puring it down your throat, massaging your doming gut as you gulp.

By the time you finish the carton you're gasping for breath, but you're nowhere newar full yet. Good thing too - the first of the breakfasts your fans have funded is arriving, and you're going to eat every bite.

Smile for the camera, gorgeous.

[feedistvin]

From another straight gainer, whys it so hard to meet girls in to this

I told them not to talk to you

[stuffmetothemax]

Im getting so greedy🐷

[thegainingdesk]

Regret

Vidhur couldn't pull his eyes away from his reflection in the mirror. The face he saw was familiar, for the most part - the same floppy hair stylishly quaffed, the same dark, playful eyes, framed by long, almost girlish eyelashes, the same long, thin nose, the same perfect, straight, white teeth. He'd even gotten used to the small gut that had recently become a permanent fixture on his previously athletic frame. But he couldn't take his eyes off of his jawline.

Vid knew, logically, he'd get a double chin sooner or later, that his face would change as he put on weight. Seeing it though, in the bright, unforgiving lights of the Weatherspoons loos, was quite another matter.

He should, he knew, be excited. Another external sign of the weight he was putting on, another gainer milestone ticked off, another change to his growing body to wank to later. But god, didn't he used to be so handsome? His sharp jawline, his cheekbones - he didn't expect them to get buried so quickly. He told himself it was the bad lighting, puffiness from the alcohol, he'd had a salty lunch. But he knew, this was his face now. He’d seen it coming for a while, ignored the changes in favour of focussing on the soft curve forming at his middle.

“What you doing then?”

Vid was snapped out of his reverie as his mate Trent walked in. He shook his head. “Nothing. Nothing. Sorry, just thinking.”

“Fuuuck mate,” Trent groaned. “Can't be doing that. That's what the beer’s for. Here, you need to go get yourself another one if you're starting to do shit like thinking.”

Vid laughed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose you want one as well do you? Here, you fancy ordering some food?”

-

“Fuck!” Vidhur snapped, as he let go of the two sides of his waistband, and let his gut once again push them apart. He'd been struggling with them for five minutes now, sucked in his belly as far as it would go, tried to do them up lying down, tried yanking them suddenly, coaxing them slowly, but nothing would convince the two sides of the fabric to meet.

Vid looked down at the jeans lying crumpled on the floor. His boss would bollock him, he knew, if he turned up looking so casual. Maybe if he wore a jacket with them? No, his office was notorious for keeping up appearances, and besides, he didn't want to look like Jeremy Clarkson. He could stop off and buy some smart trousers before work? At that point, it was a choice between turning up on time wearing jeans or arriving properly dressed but late. Neither option seemed viable. He could hold his trousers together with a safety pin, maybe, and hide it with a belt? Not that he owned any safety pins, or realistically believed that worked outside of weight gain stories.

He sat down on his bed and sighed into his hands. He’d only bought a whole new wardrobe of 38-inch trousers and extra large shirts just over a month ago, and despite them becoming increasingly tight and pinching in the past couple of weeks, he’d managed to convince himself that they'd last him a little while at least. Unfortunately, he'd found his most recent growth particularly thrilling, and it had spurred him into some rather spectacular feats of gluttony, leading him into a rather vicious cycle of growth inspiring ever faster growth. Last Thursday he'd spent the whole day at work frantically itching his fleshy sides, only to see bright red lines there when he got undressed at home later that night. The revelation had pushed him into a weekend of unbridled gluttony, his uncomfortably swollen gut only adding to his sexual fervour and willing him on to stuff himself even more.

Vid didn't know whether to be thrilled with the effects of the weekend’s feasting, or horrified. He couldn't really need the next size of trousers up already, could he? But the evidence was right in front of him, straining around his waist, thighs and arse. This was getting out of control. Yes, he found fat guys hot, yes, he wanted to experience it for himself, but his little experiment was supposed to be twenty, maybe thirty pounds at most. Now here he was, 255 pounds, checking to see if Next had any 40-inch trousers in stock, and a couple of 42-inch just to be safe, wondering how long it would be until he needed new shirts as well. Was he even attracted to guys this big? He was bigger than even his university boyfriend Hamish had gotten all those years ago. No, he'd look at gym memberships this afternoon, this had all gone far enough.

Still though, he might as well get some McDonald’s breakfast while he was out. He didn't have to lose all the weight.

Vid picked up his phone. “Ellis? Yeah, hi, I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to work from home today. Yeah, a burst pipe, sorry.”

-

“Did you see his shirt today?” Vid heard Harriet-from-finance ask in a hushed tone.

“Stop!” came Liam-from-reception’s laughing reply. “I thought it was about the burst off of him!”

Vidhur stopped outside the break room and looked down at his shirt, which was notably straining around his gut. He had, he knew, outgrown 2XLs a while ago, but work had been so hectic that he'd not had time, or at least that's what he told himself. At weekends he was so preoccupied with stuffing himself, with pushing himself to beat personal challenges and records, and left in such a stupor afterwards, that he forgot everything else he needed to do. He had, at least, hoped that it wasn't quite so noticeable, and had thrown on a tie and cardigan in an effort to hide some of the worst of it.

He also, quietly, hoped that maybe this was as big as he'd ever get. That 2XL would be the biggest he'd ever see on a clothes tag. He knew that it made no sense, that his constant gorging guaranteed his continued growth, that he was already in dire need of some 3XLs, that every attempt he'd made to curb his growth had resulted in abject failure. Still though, he really hadn't wanted to get this big, honest.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Liam’s voice asked.

“You may in fact tell me nothing else,” Harriet’s voice replied.

“I actually used to fancy him,” Liam whispered.

Vid heard Harriet scream. “You did not! No, I'm sorry, you absolutely did not. Him? Seriously? He's so fat!”

“He genuinely used to be fit, before you started” Liam replied. “Like, properly fit. But then like a year ago he just suddenly got fat out of nowhere.”

Vid's stomach lurched. He knew that his weight gain was obvious, that everyone could see it, but he'd told himself that people still saw him as ‘chubby’, or ‘husky’, or ‘large’. To hear people call him fat, that some people were surprised he’d ever been anything else… Time, maybe, for him to stick to a diet. He took a deep breath in, sucked in his gut and walked into the break room.

“Oh hey guys, how are you?” he asked.

The pairs’ eyes widened and they both plastered on wide, fake smiles.

“Hey Viddy,” Liam drawled. “Oh, we’re good. We were just saying that Terry looks like he's put on some weight recently, weren't we Harriet?”

Harriet choked on her coffee and Vid saw her mouth “Stop it!” across the table at Liam.

“I don't know,” Vid replied. “He looks the same as ever to me.”

“Maybe,” Liam said, smiling. “I suppose, the thing is, I'm quite health conscious, so I notice these kinds of things.”

Vid saw Harriet slap Liam’s thigh and bite her lip. “Maybe,” Vid replied, seething. “Do you know if these donuts are for everyone?” he asked. “I've got a real sugar craving.”

“I think so,” Liam replied, before turning to Harriet and mouthing “Oh my god!” The two shook with silent laughter.

“Great,” Vid smiled. He took three.

-

“Oh my god, Terry! You look amazing!”

Vid looked up to see his co-worker Terry walk into the office after his holiday, with a broad smile on his face, an almost radioactive looking tan, and, most importantly, a significantly deflated gut. Terry held his arms out, showing off his baggy shirt and laughed. The office came to a standstill while everyone went over to congratulate him on his near-miraculous weight loss.

Vidhur declined to join the throng of people, instead looking down at the large gut filling his lap, and the small patch of sausage grease on his shirt from the first of that morning’s breakfast sandwiches. For a while now, he'd taken comfort in the fact that no matter how big he was getting, no matter how much weight he put on, as long as he stayed smaller than Terry, as long as he wasn't the fattest guy in the office, at least he was still in the realm of normality - a level of fat that an average member of the public could reach, without intentionally gorging themselves like Vid was doing. Okay, yes, Terry was thirty years older than Vidhur, and he'd put on his excess blubber over many years of sedentary desk work, happy marriage and living the good life, rather than Vid’s explosive weight gain of almost two hundred pounds over the last couple of years, but it remained a convenient and happy lie he could tell himself.

While Vid knew he’d been close to catching up with Terry anyway, he'd assumed that the effect of six weeks of all-you-can-eat buffets on Terry’s 58-year old metabolism would easily match the fifteen pounds Vid had put on while the older man was away. He felt ashamed. Sick. He'd blown himself up like a freak and now he was the fattest person he knew. Had he really ever meant to get this big? He'd just wanted to get a beer belly, hadn't he? Not this sack of lard he'd become.

“How did you do it Terry?” Sarah asked. Vid looked over. Maybe Terry was ill - some intestinal parasite caught in some distant country. Maybe, now he'd recovered, Terry was about to blow right back up, fatter than he'd ever been before, ready to take his heavyweight crown back from Vidhur.

“Well, I'd been thinking of dieting for a little while now,” Terry explained cheerfully. “I'd uh, well. I'd realised what I looked like. Just how fat I was.” Vid saw Terry look over at him, then look away again, a look of embarrassment on his face. Vid’s heart sank. Of course he was the huge monster that convinced Terry, the perpetually happy, lifelong fatty, just how disgusting his weight was.

“Well,” Terry continued, his face awkwardly turned away from where Vid was sat. “I thought the cruise would be awful for it, you know, all those buffets. But actually, they had these places you could go and they'd make me up these new salads every day, and I asked what was in them so I could make them at home - I've got them all written down. And the ship had this gym, and people there to help me. Three stone, I’ve lost so far.” The crowd around him gasped, ahh-ed and ooh-ed in astonishment at his feat. Terry waved them off. “Most of it was water weight, I lost most of it in the first couple of weeks.” Still, the admiration continued, and through the day Vid would cringe at each comment of congratulations. He noticed that a lot of people seemed to be avoiding him today - his size having been amplified by Terry’s sudden relative slimness.

“I hope you don't mind me saying Vid,” Terry said quietly later that day. “It's just, I know it's not easy, being so… well, you know.” Vid gave a short, uneasy smile in recognition that he did, in fact, know. “Well, I always thought I'd never be able to lose it. Told myself I was big boned, or that I had a slow metabolism, or that I just had too much of an appetite. But you know what Vid?” Vid could hear the pride in Terry's voice. “I just needed to decide to do it. It was easy in the end. Here, if I can do it, a young thing like you definitely can, eh?”

Vid smiled. He was terribly aware of the way he could feel the small action make his double chin crease even more. “Yeah, cheers Terry, I…” He paused and thought. “Maybe I have let it get too far.”

“If you ever need any healthy recipes or anyone to talk to, you know where I am, eh?” Terry smiled. “Here, can you believe I was almost twenty-four stone before my cruise? That was a wake-up call, I'll tell you that much.”

Vid whistled and raised his eyebrows. “Wow, yeah. That sure is… that sure is quite the number,” he said, giving a small chuckle. He turned back to his computer, knowing that he'd weighed in at over twenty-five stone that weekend. He had to lose some fucking weight.

-

Vid felt his whole body shake as he crashed to the floor. He wasn't sure if the crack of the chair breaking or the thwap of his soft body hitting the floor was louder, but he knew the combination was enough to bring the entire office crowding around his desk in a circle.

He lay on his side for a moment, dazed and winded as his co-workers murmured and pointed. He struggled into a crawling position, and did his best to ignore the roaring pain in his left hip and knee where he'd landed on them. In this position, his gut hung down far enough that it almost touched the ground. Vid's arms shook with the strain of holding up his weight, his heart pounded, and his breath was shallow and ragged.

“Come on, come on, help the man up,” Vid heard Terry's voice somewhere above him. “Here you go, easy now.” Vid felt a pair of hands grip his large flabby upper arms and strain to help him up. He did his best to not put too much weight onto the much smaller man as he staggered to his feet, but even so, he could see Terry struggle to stay upright. “You're okay, you're okay, there you are.” 

If Vid had enough breath, he'd have wanted to tell Terry that he wasn't a shell shock victim or a startled horse, and didn't need treating like one. Instead, he gasped out a breathless “thank you.”

“Come on, come on, someone get him a chair,” Terry barked at the gawping onlookers.

“Terry,” Sarah said out of the corner of her mouth. “Isn't the problem, you know, that the chairs don't support him?”

Vid wanted the ground to swallow him up. If he put on much more weight, perhaps it would. “I'll just go to the break room,” he said, refusing to meet anyone's eye.

“That's a good idea,” Terry said, still holding Vid’s arm and beginning to guide him. The crowd parted to allow Vid’s elephantine figure past, people pressing themselves into the desks on either side. “Let's get you sat on a nice comfy settee. Here, just let me…” He began pulling on Vid’s shirt, who looked down to see that it had ridden up so that most of Vid's soft, hanging gut was on show, with pale stretch marks almost glaring against his brown skin.

Behind Vid, he heard a creak and turned around to see Sarah probing the floor with her foot. “Yeah, I think the floorboard’s broken,” she sighed. Vid hastily helped Terry pull his shirt down, his pulse racing with shame.

Vid sat eating a plate of biscuits and a mug of “overly-sweet” tea (Terry's words; just the thing after a shock apparently. Vid didn't bother to tell him that it had less sugar than he usually put in it himself). He looked up as the door opened and his manager Ellis walked in, three years younger than Vid, and half his weight.

“HR says we’ve got to buy you a reinforced chair,” Ellis snapped. “Reasonable adjustments or some shit. If you ask me, the reasonable adjustment would be for you to lose some of that fucking blubber. Fucking hell man, I'm surprised the chair went before your heart did.”

The settlement made Vid very comfortable indeed.

-

Dr Wiltshire tutted as she looked at the charts in front of her. “If I'm being honest, you're lucky your blood pressure isn't even higher, considering your weight,” she said, not bothering to look up. She began to type something on her computer.

“Yeah, I get that I’ve-” Vid began.

“I can't believe it's taken you this long to come in,” the doctor interrupted. “Your records say that you last came in-,” she tapped at the screen and inhaled sharply, “four years ago. You've put on almost three-hundred pounds in that time, did you know that?”

“I guess I-”

She grabbed his forearm and pulled it towards herself. “I'm going to have to take some blood for a diabetes test,” she snapped. “If I can find a vein,” she added in a murmur.

Despite knowing his gut more than covered his crotch, Vid struggled against the erection he could feel forming. He'd stayed away from the doctors for years, knowing that he'd be judged for his explosive weight gain, and now he'd left it so long that it was so much worse than he could possibly imagine.

“We'll put you on some medication to lower your blood pressure, at a minimum,” Dr Wiltshire said once she'd taken some blood. “Its very likely that you’ll need to be on insulin as well, but we’ll talk about managing your diabetes at another appointment.”

“Well I thought we still had to test-”

“Yes, yes, we’ll need confirmation before we put you on ozempic. We can talk about that once we sort out your insulin,” she said.

“Well, I'm not sure I'd want to go on ozempic,” Vid said. “I've heard some bad things about it.”

Dr Wiltshire sighed. “Well, have you also heard some rather bad things about morbid obesity as well?”

Vid sat in silence the rest of the appointment, vowing to take on all of her advice, to make the changes to his diet she suggested, to start exercising more. He really had let all this get too far. He couldn't believe how badly he'd jeopardised his health for a fetish. Once he left, he realised he'd never even told her about the knee pain he'd made the appointment for.

-

“Go on,” Lee said, standing on the bed over Vid, stroking his thick erection. “Say it.”

“Please,” Vid said, as he strained towards his crotch.

“Please what?” Lee said. He raised a foot and pressed it lightly down on Vid's gut.

“Please let me cum,” Vid pleaded.

Lee’s face feigned bemusement. His hand continued pumping his cock. “You're allowed to cum,” he said. “You remember. We agreed that you needed to finish all-” he gestured towards the pile of fast food wrappers spilling over the side of the bed and onto the floor with his free hand “-of that food if you wanted to cum. And you did! Well done you.”

“But I can't…” Vid said.

“Sorry,” Lee said, bending slightly. At no point did his stroking slow. “What was that?”  His free hand pressed his ear forward.

“I can't make myself cum,” Vid said, his face flushing. “I can't reach my cock.”

Lee's hand sped up slightly. “Oh my!” he said, his face and voice in mock surprise. “Why wouldn't you be able to do that then?”

Vid was equal parts horny and genuinely embarrassed. “Because I'm too fat,” he said, collapsing back onto his pillows. “Because I can't reach around my fat gut, and even if I could, my dick is too small because it's been swallowed up by all my fat.”

Lee’s hand let go of his cock, and he let it hang, heavy and pulsing between his muscular thighs. “Why didn't you say?” he said, a smile spreading on his face. “Well then, you'll need me to do it for you I suppose then, won't you?” Vid nodded. “Sorry, what was that?” Lee asked. “I can’t see your gestures because they get swallowed by all the fucking fat.”

“Yes,” Vidhur said. He bit his lip.

“Well then. Eating all that food was the requirement for you being allowed to cum, not for me to do it for you,” Lee explained. “You'll have to have dessert if you want me to do that for you.” He shuffled forwards on the mattress, the motion made difficult by having to navigate around Vid’s sheer width. He lowered himself down until he was sat on Vid’s chest, the tip of his cock so close to Vid's lips that Vid could feel its warmth. “Do you want dessert?” Lee asked.

Vid answered by leaning forward and taking Lee's length into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, and Lee began to rock back and forth. Vid focussed on his technique, eager to please, gently stroking Lee’s balls and gripping his firm thighs. Lee moaned and gave a couple of shaking thrusts, jamming his cock into the back of Vid's throat, before Vid felt thick jizz pour down his throat. Lee pulled back and sighed contentedly while Vid coughed.

“Please,” Vid said as Lee climbed off of him. “Me now.”

Lee tutted and smiled. “Silly fatty!” he said. “That wasn't dessert. That was my cock.” He leant down and pulled a cake from below the bags he'd stashed beneath the bed. “No, this is dessert.”

Vid shook his head. “I'm too full. Please, I can't.”

Lee smiled. “I think you can. Big boy like you. And all that exercise you were doing trying to reach your little nub of a cock must have worked up quite an appetite.”

Vid closed his eyes and breathed heavily. His cock ached below the heavy pressure of his gut. “Give me the cake,” he said.

“I thought so,” Lee said. He didn't bother cutting the cake, just brought the whole thing to Vid's lips. Vid took huge bites, trying to eat it quick enough to trick his body into not noticing the huge amount of calories and sugar being forced into it. It didn't work. His stomach was straining and painful by the time he finished, and his head was spinning.

He was so dazed from the sugar that he could barely remember his aching cock, and was almost surprised when Lee's thick arm slid underneath his gut and began to work the exposed tip of his once impressive cock. Within thirty seconds, Vid yelled out and shook as he felt his crotch fill with semen.

“Same time next week?” Lee asked, wearing a thin pair of sweatpants and pulling on a muscle-tee, while Vid waddled back from the shower.

“Yeah. Money's on the bedside table,” Vid said.

Lee nodded. “Yeah, I got it, thanks.” He stayed sitting, unusual for him. “That was new, wasn't it?” he asked after a moment.

“What was?” Vid asked.

“Not being able to reach yourself,” Lee said. “You've done it before, but always pretending, part of play. That was different, wasn't it? You really couldn't?”

Vid shrugged. “For a while now. Too much in the way,” he explained.

“Right, right,” Lee said quietly. “You okay with that? I mean, I know this is your thing and everything. Shit, it's my thing too. But, you know, it's okay to not be okay with parts of it. To take a step back? I know how this can sort of run away with you. I used to think I didn't like guys over three-hundred, now that's my entire client-base.”

Vid nodded. “I'm okay with it. I've… well, I've definitely not been okay with it sometimes. But I've always kept going. Gotten okay with it, in the end.”

Lee nodded. “Okay. Good. Well, you’ve got my number if you need to talk, yeah? I won't even charge if I've got my clothes on,” he joked. “Or I could put you in touch with some other big guys? One of my exes is even bigger than you, might be good to talk to?”

“Yeah, that would be good thanks,” Vid said with a smile. “But, genuinely, I'm fine. I've got a good community going, I've come to terms with all the shit that comes along with this.”

Lee stood up. “Okay then,” he said. “No regrets?” he asked.

Vid shook his head. “No regrets.”

[chubbycelebs]

Enjoying life (Harry Styles)

During the 2000s, Hollywood portrayed the best body type for men across the world is to have a toned stomach, bulging muscles, be in shape constantly and to be incredibly fit. This portrayal of male bodies made them spend hours and days in the gym pumping iron, running on treadmills, getting hot and sweaty and then aching from all the work they would put into their body, starving them selves of enjoyment. The ideal male body just became harder and harder for men to achieve that they began to go crazy trying to achieve it. They would take steroids and guzzle down protein powder and spend endless hours in the gym to try and get that body every man wanted to achieve to have the media deem them as "attractive".

Unfortunately even today male celebs feel this pressure to stay constantly in shape with the rise of social media and constantly on show. One of these celebs is fan favourite, Harry Styles who was one of these many men stuck working out all the time trying to have the perfect body. Constantly on a world tour, wearing revealing clothing meaning most of his spare time was spent in the gym endlessly working his body to its whits end. Harry's body was in peak fitness yet this never seemed enough for the tabloids or fans who still critiqued his arms or chest or whatever wasn't "perfect". Day after day he would go to the gym to keep his toned body in check but it still didn't feel enough for him.

He was quickly approaching the end of his tour however and Harry planned on going into hiding for a few weeks and take a rest from constantly being seen and judged and looked at. And that day finally came. He had finished his world tour with great reviews and many people saying he deserved a long break, and that he agreed on. Harry got back from his tour into his huge house in Hollywood and he immediately ripped off his travel clothes leaving him in his tight white brief underwear and sunk into his huge bed, quickly fell straight asleep.

Harry arose the next day at around 12pm having slept for hours. He stretched and yawned and then decided he couldn't be bothered to go to the gym today or even get out of bed for that matter. He just wanted to lay there in his comfortable sheets doing nothing. After about an hour of being in and our of sleep, his stomach began to growl with hunger. He looked at the time and realised that it was 1pm and he hadn't eaten anything all day yet. His stomach did a monstrous growl and he knew he had to eat something big and quick. He grabbed his phone and pulled up the first fast food place he could see and ordered everything off their breakfast menu. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Harry pulled him self out of bed and stumbled down to the front door, still just in his underwear. He opened the door still half asleep, grabbed the 2 large bags of food, tipped the delivery man and thanked him and then closed the door, quickly going back to his bed. Harry sat there and ate the whole contents of the two bags with ease. As he polished off his sausage sandwich he fell back into his bed. Harry rested his hands on his extended stomach, bloated with food. He hasn't been this full in a long time, years maybe. It felt good to be full of food, to not worry about if he looks bloated or fat right now, he just enjoyed the sensation of food. As he rubbed his stomach feeling his rounded torso, he felt a pulse in his briefs of excitement. He was confused by this as he'd never felt this way about being bloated and full, but then again he'd not been this bloated and full for a long time.

Harry spent the rest of the day laying around in his underwear, snacking on the odd bits of junk food he could find in his house. He could't stop thinking about what happened in his underwear earlier however. Was he really turned on by being that full and bloated? He had heard about people that enjoyed eating and being fed but those type of people were huge gainers, he wasn't one of those surely?

Harry spent the next few days doing very little. His routine had become waking up late into the day and spending the rest of the day eating and lazing around in nothing but his tight briefs. These last few days for Harry had been the happiest he'd been in years. He felt the pressure of everyone else leave him. He didn't have to worry about the fans, the paparazzi, the magazines, his PR team. He could just live his life how he wanted to and at the pace he wanted to and that was very slow and very lazy. But he enjoyed being lazy and enjoyed eating what he wanted when he wanted and enjoyed not having to work his body till he couldn't move in the gym. He had no desire to go back to the life he had had just days ago.

A few days of this lifestyle turned quickly into weeks. He hadn't cooked a meal in weeks, he hadn't put on proper clothes in weeks, he hadn't gone to the gym in weeks, he hadn't left the house in weeks but he had enjoyed him self finally. He had found a routine he felt comfortable living in and it started to show. As Harry tucked into his second burger for his breakfast, his belly, now much softer and less defined then the post tour body he had a few weeks ago, spilled over the edge of his shorts. His softer chest slightly deforming his nipples as he slouches, his love handles started to push down his shorts, even slightly revealing the top of his butt crack which was also due to his expanding backside. Harry had gone from ideal male physic to now a softer chubby version of that. He still held some muscle definition in his arms but a lot of his body was now covered in a soft layer of fat. As always, Harry polished off the last of his large greasy meal and leaned back on the bench he was sitting on in his garden. He rubbed his gut and let out a little burp. As he rubbed his belly, the usual hardness of his abs wasn't there, instead a softness and warmth. He looked down and saw his belly spilling over the edge of his shorts. Harry's face went warm and red as he put both hands on his bloated stomach. He was touching it in shock. He'd never seen him self so soft before. He started to panic about what people would say if they saw him, what the photos would look like, how he'd look on tour with a jiggling belly, how people would point out how big he'd gotten. As he thought these things, that same pulse in his briefs was felt. His large member grew hard and excited by the prospect of people pointing out his growing belly, his jiggling belly on stage as he dances around. He enjoyed that thought a lot and even thought about how it would be if he got bigger than this and he became even harder and even more excited by that thought. He spent the rest of the day eating and lazing around stuck in thought. He didn't have any commitments any time soon nor did he have to leave the house and be seen publicly. This sparked a thought in his head. Why not explore the possibility of getting bigger? He was enjoying his current lifestyle much more than the life he had before, why not give into it, see how far he can go with it? At that moment Harry ordered him self everything off the menu from the fast food place in town and spent the evening filling is softening belly with the greasy fatty foods.

Over the next few weeks Harry spent every waking hour of the day eating. As soon as he woke up he'd make him self stacks of pancakes or waffles covered in syrup and butter. He'd follow that up with a thick milkshake and then snack on cereal bars till lunch time came. For lunch he would order 3 large burgers and 3 large chips, chicken strips and cheese melts and a huge cup of soda. After snacking all afternoon on muffins and cupcakes came the main event: his dinner. He would go full out ordering from the finest restaurants everything off the menu. He would spend the rest of the evening stuffing all the food into his chubby cheeks and filling up his growing gut. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of being full. He loved at the end of the day when he'd lay in bed rubbing his big bloated belly feeling his softening gut grow bigger and bigger. He became so in love with this lifestyle that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. He had gone too far to the fat side.

As Harry lay rubbing his fat body he thought back to how hard life was trying to stay in shape just a month or so ago. He would spend hours in the morning training just to feel unhappy about himself but now he didn't get up till early afternoon and spent his days eating and growing and he couldn't be happier. He thought how other men must feel having to appeal to the standard of beauty when all they want to do is eat and enjoy life. This gave Harry an idea. He called his PR team to come round first thing in the morning to have a discussion about his next career moves.

That morning Harry arose earlier then usual. He quickly hopped in the shower and then put some clothes on for the first time in weeks. He noticed how his shirts clung tight to his expanding middle and how his jeans squeezed tightly to his juicy ass and growing thighs. He made a mental note to buy some looser more comfortable clothes. When his PR team arrived they did notice Harry's fuller figure. No one said anything, thinking he'd just enjoyed his time off that's all. Harry pointed them to his sofa and they all sat down as he stood in front of them. "I want to talk about where I want my career to go from now on and I want to stand for something that I firmly believe in. Before my break I was known as a very attractive and very fit man who had, some may say, the ideal body, however this wasn't enough for a lot of people and not enough for me. I felt like shit all the time. I spent hours in the gym trying to be the best I could and it was never enough and I realise now that it'll never be enough. That is why i decided to experiment with my life style, resulting in this." Harry lifted up his shirt to reveal his soft belly and his lack of abs. This reveal was met with a round of gasps from his team who hadn't expected him to get quite this big over his break.

"I understand that this," Harry grabbed his belly and shook it, "isn't what you'd expect me to do in my break but I have enjoyed my break, enjoyed my time relaxing and eating and feeling full and content."

His PR team all seemed confused and some now worried for Harry.

"What I'm trying to say is that I like this. I like being fat. In fact I want more of it. I want it bigger. And I want to show men that you can be hot and sexy and FAT. I've had enough of fitness culture making men feel shit about themselves. It's time for the fatness culture to take over."

With this a few of his PR team all smiled and looked at each other. They all agreed to follow through with Harry's vision and wanted to support him in his growth. Harry was so happy to get this seal of approval and to celebrate, he got the whole team a large order of take out to share (even though Harry ended up having most of it for himself).

Later that week Harry would make his first public appearance since his break. He didn't want to shy away from his new body, instead he wanted to show it off to the world. Show how proud he was of his growth. He had a custom teddy bear crop top made for him that showcased his round gut perfectly. His first public outing was a press conference that he had arranged to talk about body positivity. When he entered the room, belly first of course, the room all looked at him in shock, even a few people couldn't hold back their gasps. Harry took a seat as the paparazzi snapped photos of Harry Styles and his new fat gut. Harry smiled slightly excited by this reaction. The shock and horror on peoples faces made him excited to keep growing and showing that off.

At the conference he spoke in detail about how sad he was before his break where he discovered his love for eating and enjoying food. He said how Hollywood and the media put so much pressure to look perfect but why cant a belly and a soft chest with thick thighs and a fatty bum be perfect too. The whole room stood up in applause, some even cheered for him. Harry was so happy that his first time out the house was met with such positive reaction. He couldn't wait to show the world more of what he was made of.

Over the next few days Harry took part in photo shoots displaying his fat figure in fashion magazines. He gave interviews about his weight gain and how he loved it and promoted men to try it if they feel down about their current body. The whole world was talking about Mr Harry Styles' belly. The reveal was met with many positive people praising him for letting go and enjoying life. He even inspired some celebrities to join him in their exploration of weight gain. As well as positive feed back, Harry was met with some negative feedback as well. Some fitness freaks began to slate him for promoting an unhealthy life and how people shouldn't strive to be fat but should all work for abs and strong muscles and be in perfect shape at all time. For some reason this didn't affect Harry negatively at all. One morning, Harry was reading some articles about his weight gain and came across one calling him names like "Fatty Styles" or "A pig in nice clothes". These names made his member throb and he got very excited. Seeing them call him them names inspired him and pushed him to keep gorging and keep getting fatter. If they wanted him thinner he was gonna go bigger than ever before. Harry looked down at his gut and slapped it saying "you aren't going anywhere" and stuffed his face with a full burger.

Harry was blowing up. Figuratively and literally. He was doing photo shoot after photo shoot displaying his growing belly. He was the headline of every tabloid and magazine with his fat belly on the front of every one. The fat guy was literally everywhere. Harry also couldn't stop eating. His gaining journey became less about empowering people and more that Harry had just become addicted to stuffing his belly and he loved it. Every day he would eat enough food to feed a large family. Members of his team would have to buy new clothes for him every week as he couldn't stop growing. He would go for fittings but he would never fit into them a week later. His expanding body was constantly on full public display as well and he loved every second of it

The paparazzi would have field days whenever Harry was out and about. He would walk the streets shirtless stuffing his face with some fast food or sugary filled dessert. Harry loved the public attention he got from his huge jiggly body. Since he had gone public with this weight gain, he had continued to gain an excessive amount of weight. One reason was due to the fact Harry just loved eating and honestly couldn't stop but another reason was because of how excited he got from his expanding body. As he felt his waist line get wider, his love handles grow further out, his chest start to droop, this hips and bum grow outwards and his limbs fill with fat, he couldn't help but get turned on by it. He began hooking up with an old friend, Louis Tomlinson, who loved to encourage Harry. He has never been this excited by his own body ever. He loved filling his stomach till he couldn't move and then commit sexual acts with Louis. Louis even loved walking around with him showcasing just how big he was helping Harry become.

It had now been 9 months since Harry had first gone on his break and had gone from 155lbs to now 250lbs of fat. He had honestly never been happier or fatter in his life and he loved every second of it. One morning when he woke up after a large stuffing he got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to grab some sweet treat to fill his morning hunger. He accidentally dropped his fork as he went to sit down at the table. As he bent down to pick it up, his tight over stretched weight brief underwear split right down his ass crack. As he quickly stood up he ran to the full length mirror. He turned around and saw just how large his arse had gotten. It had burst the seams to his underwear and revealed his large fatty bottom. As he stood there he took in the rest of his body. He pulled on his love handles, rubbing his belly and watching it jiggle. He rubbed his chest and saw how his once defined pecs had softened and drooped into moobs now. Harry was getting so excited and turned on that he called Louis to come round immediately to stuff him and make him fatter than ever.

Over the next few months Harry carried on gracing the front cover of every magazine displaying his now huge figure. They wanted to show the world what had happened to the fit and in shape Harry Styles and Harry loved to show it off. He loved talking about his gaining story, how he felt better fatter and how other men should gain to feel free. Now breaking 300lbs he had officially become the face of fat and obese men all over the world. His display of gluttony and enjoyment of food encouraged so many men to go from fit and switch to fat. A lot of celebs like Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Evans Peters, the Jonas Brothers all had stopped working out and started enjoying stuffing themselves with food! Harry had really changed the face of man-kind with his unleashing and accepting his gluttonous behaviour.

As much as Harry enjoyed how much he changed how men percieved their bodies and looking after them, he much more enjoyed the feeling of his own and his own exploration into his gaining. He had never realised when he was skinny but he quite obviously had a gaining kink. He loved the feeling when his belly was filled to the brim full of fattening foods. He loved being teased and showcased by his lover out in public. He loved when he played with his own huge body but he enjoyed more when others would play with this jiggly body. Louis, when he came round to stuff Harry and relieve him, would always grab Harry's underbelly and jiggle it mocking just how fat he had become. He would show images of him from before his break and tell him how much of a pig he was for letting him self go. All these things made Harry absolutely crazy. He couldn't get enough of it. He'd sometimes beg Louis to mock him and play with him he was so desperate for it. Without realising Harry's desire to be empowering had also become his desire to be a huge fat hog and he loved it so much.

As time went on and Harry descended further and further into obesity, flying past the 300lbs mark, the past image of the fit and toned Harry Styles was a distant image. He had truly accepted his life as a huge fat hog now. When he went out and about, strangers would bring him food like hot dogs or burgers and he loved accepting them. He would stuff it all straight into his fat cheeks, making it not even last a minute. Some fans would ask to poke his belly or hug him as to feel his soft middle and of course Harry couldn't resist. Every so often he would get a male fan come up to him and say how he inspired them to get fat too. These moments were Harry's favourite moments. To see that he had not only made him self a huge fat hog but inspired other men to let go and unleash their inner pigs too, it truly warmed his heart. Harry was so proud of the impact he had had on men.

As his two year anniversary of his first break was coming up, Harry had decided he wanted to go back on tour. Now at 360lbs, Harry thought it was time to tour the world as a new man, a fat man. Just before his tour started however, he took a vacation on a boat for a week or two just to have a final relax. He loved putting on tight speedos in front of the paparazzi. It would showcase every inch of his hog body, putting it all on show leaving nothing to the imagination.

Harry's tour was a smash hit. He loved spending every night on stage, wearing barely enough clothes to cover his huge body. His fans loved it too, watching the giant man jiggle around stage. He would have seconds of his show where he would sit and eat food that fans had thrown at him to eat. He would show off his new shapes and curves by jiggling his huge gut for the fans to cheer and clap at. He felt like a proper circus hog, performing for food and to grow fatter. And that he did. By the end of the tour Harry had cracked the 400lbs mark. On his final show he thanked the fans for standing by him but more importantly for keeping him well fed and fat. He admitted he was worry about losing weight on tour but his fans made sure that he wouldn't lose a pound and instead gain 40.

Harry then end back home to his trusty feeder Louis. Louis was happy to have Harry back in his hands. The first night back he admired the work the fans had done to his piggy. "Your fans really know how to keep you well fed huh?" Louis said as he pulled off Harry's tight shirt. "But let me show you how I stuff my pigs." And with that Harry went back to being fattened and stuffed by Louis. This was the life he had always wanted. He loved being this big and loved every stage of his weight gain prior but he couldn't wait to get even bigger. He knew he couldn't stop even if he wanted to but he most definitely didn't want to ever stop being a huge fat hog.

This is a story based around AI images that I created recently. I have really loved writing this story and really put in a lot of effort with it. I have slightly teased other celebs in this story so if you would like to hear a story about their gaining experiences then please do let me know. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I loved writing it <3

[deadmandead10845]

Mikey just moved to a new city and he is excited to finally be able to live his dream of becoming a fat man. He has always known he was destined to be a gainer and he couldn’t bring himself to gain in front of his friends. He made the choice to move to a new city and cut everyone off so he could get fat without judgement.

Within two months he already had a dad bod. His gym chiseled abs were long gone and he had put on about 25 lbs.

Within 6 months he had gone past dad bod into bear territory. He was already 50lbs heavier than when we last checked in on him.

Mikey had gone such a rapid transformation he found it hard to sit up straight because of all the extra weight. He was probably 315lbs at this point.

After a full 18 months of gaining he had gone from 195lbs to 360. He blew out of his L, XL, 2XL, and was getting tighter by the day in his 3XLs.

Crossing 400 was a breeze. Mikey ate 10,000 calories a day every single day and he was massive.

He was getting less and less active and within another 6 months he had broken 450lbs. He was now a 6XL and it was not fitting the way it was 3 months ago.

Exactly one year since we last saw Mikey at 450lbs, now he was 620lbs. He was living his dream as a nearly immobile pig. He would cross 700 easily within the next year and be completely immobilized by his gluttony.

[dionysianchub]

What a pathetic pig you are. I mean look at you. You look like you don't do anything if you arent able to eat while doing it at the same time. And all of it adds up and your belly looks like it ate your lap and is ready to take up even more space. Do you even care? Do you even want to stop your body from losing every firm thing about you and replace it with more lard? Watching every shirt your own stretch and tear as it tries to contain your obesity. Having all your shirt buttons hold on for dear life and always be one false move away from popping. Your pants constantly shrinking in the wash that you struggle to put them on.

One day you'll be found by some evil scientist who will tie you down and funnel feed you his fattening formula. I bet you would only pretend to fight for freedom once you learned what would be your fate. Every seallow making you feel warm as you expand. Fat covering more and more. Double and triple chins growing and keeping you from looking down. Belly so large you can't reach around. Ass so wide you have no chance of buying just one seat on a place again. Everything about you coated in more lard by the second. You would eagerly drink it up until you were even more helpless than before. You would be too horny to stop in that moment. You would know you would regret swallowing so eagerly later, but for now thos inner pig genetics are waking up and taking full effect. You'll become a pathetic fat fuck with no one to blame but yourself

You're absolutely right, except I probably wouldn't even pretend to fight back (unless I liked the punishment). This is one of my top fantasies, I dream of having some evil feeder lock me away and pump my body full of food and gainer shakes and straight up lard until my body swells into a mound of fat and fleshy rolls. I know I'd cry and make such pitiful moans when my belly grew too full to fit another bite, but deep down I'd be desperate for my gut to make room so they could resume my fattening. I'd be so ashamed as my mobility slipped away, as my arms grew too heavy to lift and my fingers too plump to bend, but that shame will only make me hornier for more fat to pile on my heaving frame. I want to know the futility of being too heavy to roll onto my side, feeling hundreds of pounds of belly lard slosh back and forth and my pillowy moobs smothering my face as I struggle like the most pitiful turtle. I want to know the desperation of being so severely obese that I'm unable to do anything but uselessly hump my buried nub into my own fat pad for relief. Only as my freedom is stolen from me can I truly be liberated, free to do the one thing I've always wanted to do - which is nothing at all. Nothing but eating and serving as my feeder's big, fat toy.

If you're an evil feeder, consider this my application. 😂