#swelling moobs

[fatblackfleetboys]

Beautiful moob and gutt fattttt😃. I'm not even filled yet😏😏☺️

[cypr1anlatew00d]

funniest thing about getting anaesthesia was the doctor was super friendly and like asking all these questions about my job and where I'm from to distract me from the series of syringes he was lining up and past a certain point I was just like "It's hard to come up to answers for these questions because I'm really scared haha" and then he was like "ok breathe this it's just oxygen" and. out.

[fattystoriez]

The Roomate

Content Warning: Weight Gain

Tyus was for and athletic throughout his life, being on the football, wrestling and track teams in high school. Tyus was at college on a varsity football scholarship, he was just getting to campus for his first day when he met his roomate. He was surprised to find that his roommate was a 36 year old slobbish man to be his roommate. The man was wearing a tight blue polo, his fat guy and soft chest clung to the fabric. The shirt was stained with different stains.

“Nice to meet you” *BURAAAPP* The man belched loudly. “I’m Brayden.” Brayden pulls down his shirt as it rides up his belly.

Tyus was disgusted by his roomate, he was hairy, bald, fat… a total cock block. “I’m Tyus… you’re not what I expected for a roommate.” Tyus puts some bags down, he noticed that Brayden was very musky and the room was filled with it.

Brayden scratched his soft double chin “You’re exactly what I expected, a young fit jock.” Brayden got closer, his musk started to fill Tyus’ nostrils fogging up his brain. “Can get anyone with a flex from his toned arms, always showing them off with an athletic tank top.” Brayden put a hand on Tyus’ abs, rubbing them from under the shirt. Tyus wanted to push the fat perv away but he was sluggish. “Come sit down with me” Tyus noticed that there was a disgusting stained couch in the dorms living area, Brayden pushed Tyus right down onto the cum stained cushions.

The musk was making Tyus more submissive and agreeable to Brayden’s lifestyle. “ Oh uh wow… you smell… dis-“ Tyus had a hard time saying it, his cock beginning to twitch in his workout shorts.

“I know I’m smell great don’t I?” Brayden wafted his musk over to Tyus. “What do you like to eat, Tyus?”

“Oh I usually just eat lean meat and vegetables…” Tyus felt odd about what he was saying, he started to feel like that wasn’t true.

“Oh but you look like a man who really loves doughnuts, right” Brayden took out a dozen doughnuts and started shoving them into Tyus’ mouth.

“No I don-mphhhhh” Brayden moved Tyus’ hands to his fat belly.

“You feel that? You love that soft fat pig belly.” Brayden shoved another doughnut into Tyus’s mouth.

Tyus’s body began to swell with fat, bite after bite, covering his once toned abs. His flabby belly pressed against his tank top, his chest softening and become plump moobs. This looks down at his blubbery body, a mix of arousal and fear caused his cock to stiffen in his shorts. “Oh my god…” Brayden forces another doughnut into Tyus’s moth “I’m getting so…” Tyus felt his belly gurgle as he let out a loud belch. “UUUUrrraaaaPPP”

“You’re becoming a fat piggy” Brayden squeezes Tyus’s left moob while forcing new junk food into his mouth, Tyus began to sweat from under his moobs. “oh damn you plumped up nicely, let’s keep going” Brayden pulled out unlabeled jars of a chocolaty thick fluid, he shoves a funnel into Tyus’s mouth and pours the mixture into his mouth. It tasted so sweet and decadent, and it was causing Tyus to swell quickly.

“S-stop… I’m getting so f-fat!” Tyus’s alarm went away as he put his hands on his fat belly, he couldn’t help but play with the soft mass of blubber that had replaced his abs. Tyus didn’t know it but he had grown a double chin, softening and removing his once sharp jawline. Tyus tried fighting, but Brayden’s musk was too much for him to handle. Tyus’s body swelled, growing a light dusting of body hair. Brayden started to remove his tank top and shorts to show off the whale that had replaced the jock.

“Oh how do you feel piggy? Feel like being my submissive slob??” Brayden shook Tyus’s belly, causing it to jiggle, a sensation that was foreign to Tyus.

“I- I-“ Brayden gave Tyus’s nipple a tug, causing a surge of pleasure that made Tyus’s cock shoot a load. “I am your submissive piggy” Tyus moaned as he left a wet spot on the couch. Tyus’s mind went completely submissive and dumb, the muscled jock that was there minutes ago no longer existed, only a dumb obese pig.

[gottagetpig]

Wishing you all a fatty new year from this greedy hog! I've done nothing but be a spoiled little fatty, constantly stuffing their face like a good little piggy these holidays, Feeling my body swell from the onslaught of fatty food and junk I stuff into my mouth. With each decadent feast I've had, I can't stop myself, pigging out moaning softly as my unabashed gluttony draws the eyes of onlookers. The ecstasy I feel as my moobs grow more larger and more grabbable, belly growing softer, expanding like dough with soft grabbable fat that I can't keep my hands from feeling all the while my need for more continues to grow, making piggy greedier and more demanding. Fat piggies like me should be spoiled, fattened just like they deserve and every new roll worshipped. The straining of my clothes as  my calorie addled body grows bit by bit, threatening to burst as I continue to pig out, feeling the addictive euphoria as my thighs and ass strain against my jeans, my belly rising more and more over my lap for the world to see, until a sudden pop as buttoned jean suddenly have none, my soft flabby belly rolling further out causing me to whine and stuff myself with renewed vigour, in heaven stuffing my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't and won't stop myself from stuffing my fat face whenever i can, after all a piggy like me deserves all the food, praise and belly worship they want,. The people around me giving me seconds, thirds, just to satiated me. Some giving their own meals knowing im just such an insatiable hog and deserve so much more...

Even as the holidays draw to a close I won't stop, can't stop stuffing myself like an uncontrolled hog. Feeling my body swell as hazy, addicting desires for so much more gluttony and flab pervade my piggy mind. Weeks become months of constant gluttony. Months become years as every gluttonous desire is fulfilled unabated. The hedonistic spoiling spiraling as my weight climbs higher and higher still. Sounds of huffing and wheezing fills the room as I struggle to waddle forward immense apron of dough that is my belly swathed in countless folds and fat. Every inch of fat jiggling with every lumbering step, massive mounds that make my moobs and belly obstruct my view. Wheezes give way to moans as I shove whatever huge snack I can into my gurgling ever demanding stomach. The desire for more food grows as i slowly waddle over to the counter, rolls of fat flowing over the counter, leaving the cashier in awe as I order feast after feast. Before waddling slowly over to the table shocking everyone with my size and unabashed gluttony, taking hedonistic pleasure at how much of a huge piggy I am. Months pass again and the sheer heft of my massive bubbly ass and dangerously soft thighs break all but the most heavy duty of chairs, until eventually I become too heavy to get up myself, whining and wheezing as I'm helped up to my fat buried feet only to be unable to fit through Doorways. Flabby rear and gelatinous belly pressed against the frame, free from any constraint of clothing. Eager hands of my doting feeders worship every fold and inch of fat, eagerly placing greasy foods into my mouth stuffing me more and more.  And it'll not be enough for me, it'll never be enough. 

Fatten me until my flabby belly hangs to my knees. When every part of my body becomes swathed with flab and gelatinous. Every fold worshipped as a temple gluttony.~

Spoiled more and more until the word loses meaning, every hedonistically gluttonous desire I have fulfilled. Pampered and praised as I gain countless more pounds.~

Turn me into a wheezing blob of lard constantly fattened, crushing everything from beds to couches beneath a growing ocean of flab. Moaning and wheezing demandingly for more~

Fatten your idol of gluttony~

[mrjgain]

The coach always sizes you up when he calls you into his office. You're proud of how you've listened to his instructions and been on his bulk for months now. You've made the gains he wanted and more. Sure your jersey is a bit snug and your belly keeps getting bigger and almost always peeking out, but the coach said to ignore that.

He looks happy with your gains, offering you more gainer shakes as he starts poking and prodding at you from your thunder thighs and ass to your pecs turned moobs. He seems especially focused on your belly and watching as it swells more with each shake you complete. Even though the coach is smaller than you and you could push him off at any time, you never do. You can't seem to say no to him. It's been harder to even think of opposing him the bigger you've gotten.

Coach says you're ready to stop being an active jock now. You just polished off the fourth and final shake , getting ready to ask what he means, but he elaborates on his own. You'll stop being a jock soon because he is turning you into a dumb pig. He possessively grabs your belly and shakes it before telling you to lay back on the couch. Too stunned to think, you sit on the couch and sit back, letting out an "oof" as your full belly weighs you down and the couch creeks.

He orders you to take off your pants as he grabs lube from his desk drawer. Your pants fly off like they were on fire and soon you're on your back with the coach over you and lifting your thighs up and apart. You can't stop his big dick from stretching your hole wider and wider as he enters you. You should be able to since he is half your size, but his dick makes it feel impossible. Like you're being put in your place.

A rhythmic fucking starts taking place as his tight muscled body meets your soft fat and you can't help as moans start involuntarily escaping your mouth. His thrusts are strong and forceful, but you can take it. This must be a different form of training to help you a better team member. His thrusts even making your belly bounce and you feel the shakes sloshing around inside your belly.

"Are you ready to be an even more important part of the team?" He says between thrusts, slamming harder when he finishes asking.

You're in no position to speak in full sentences, leaving only a weak voiced, "y...yes" to come out.

"You'll be the team pig. A cum dump for the team to use, fatten, and fill food and cum You're tough enough to take all those horny jock cocks, arent you?" His thrusts get harder, pounding his words into you.

You're one of the biggest guys on the team and you can only imagine how it would look to have all these smaller, fit men bending you over and using you whenever they wanted. That your hole would keep being stretched and used to the point that you would likely start feeling empty without a cock buried inside your ass. Needing bigger and bigger cocks. Another yes is fucked out of you.

You know once he cums inside of you, you're only going to want more. If you wanted to get away, you could push the coach off of you easily, and yet you find yourself under this man's control as your thighs keep spreading to accommodate. A position and sensation you'll be getting used to very soon.

"Tell me what you are then" he says as he punctuats every word with another hard thrust.

You tell him you're a cum dump. A dumb pig waiting to be fattened. A bottom whore ready to be used. A weak willed jock who can be taken down and mentally broken by cock alone. You feel like youre giving up any chance of being a fit top cub as you admit it.

Coach loves it. You know because he starts cumming inside you. Grunting and thrusting the first of many loads into you. Coach always knew what was best for you. First, the bulk, and now he has shown you how much better bottoming suits you. You started to feel that way once the bulk started, and that must have been what Coach was trying to teach you. Becoming a cum dump for the team must be in your best interest too. You just have to trust the coach. He'll make sure you end up where you belong. On your back or belly, eith your legs spread and a cock in one or both of your holes.

Holy fuck, you guys can read me like a book🥴. Gotta admit I wouldn't mind one bit to be the teams essential bottom whore😏. I just can't help it at this point, I just wanna be coaches biggest and best boy, so I gotta obey. Had to jo to this if I'm being honest💦. You guys just enable me to whore out and I love it, fuck I love you all🫶🏼

[charisawriter]

Scenes from a Full Day It's early morning. You wake up, roused to consciousness mainly by the empty ache in your stomach. Rolling your hefty body out of bed, you stretch, and rub your belly. It feels soft and cushiony, the layer of pudge bouncing slightly as you rise to stand, sloping gently down from under your moobs. You reach for a blue T-shirt. It couldn't be called roomy; your tummy is filling it out nicely now, pulling it tighter at the back where your love handles are starting to develop above your rear, and it's clinging to your chest and thickened arms, not leaving a lot to the imagination. Even in a looser shirt, it's clear you have a substantial gut on you; the days when you could hide the results of your overindulgence are over for good. Smoothing the shirt down, you finish dressing. Bending to put your socks on is harder than it once was and you puff and grunt just a little as you straighten up. As you fasten the waistband of your pants, and buckle your belt, your protruding belly pushes it down a little and you feel it bite gently into the underside. Now your hungry stomach can't wait any longer and compels you to seek out breakfast.

It's after breakfast, and the hunger pangs have subsided for now. You don't have time to stuff yourself to capacity at the moment, but you're satisfied for now, even though you know you could pack away almost as much again, given the chance. That said, a satisfying breakfast for you is a lot of food; you've eaten enough that your belly seems a little firmer, a little less jiggly than it did. The difference is most marked in the upper part of your gut, between your shallow navel and your moobs; if you could look in a mirror now you'd see that part is fuller, rounded out a little more solidly than it was when you awoke. Fuelled up, you go to set about your day…

Night now and it's almost time to go to bed again after a busy day. This evening you had a stuffing session. You pushed yourself far beyond the level of fullness that you'd get from a normal meal, and you feel magnificent. Not too far in, you were obliged to loosen your belt and then completely unfasten your waistband as your gut engorged, becoming firmer and wider, and jutting out further into your lap. The top part of your belly continued to swell, pushing out far enough that now it no longer slopes as it did this morning, but rounds straight out, magnificently bloated. When you're standing, it's now a true ball belly; sitting, you have to lean back to make room for it in your lap. The top juts out so firmly you could rest a plate of food on there, if you still had room for any more food in your belly. Which you have to admit, you don't.

You're so, so full. The gnawing of hunger has been replaced by the strain of filling your belly way past satiation. It hurts, but it's a good hurt. You're so bloated you can feel the tension in your very skin; you wonder if you might have some new stretchmarks when you wake, or if you've managed to expand your stomach's capacity once more. You know you'll still feel mostly full in the morning. Your belly feels huge, packed solid, too distended to sag or even jiggle except for the layer of fat just under the skin, and your poor T-shirt rode up to your armpits some time ago, unable to contain your expanded dimensions. It won't be long before it's finally too small to wear in public. As you sit there, you can't even see the front of your gut - you can't bend forward far enough - but if you could, you'd see your navel stretched out and even shallower than this morning. Reaching out as far as you can with your phone, you just barely manage to fit your whole belly into the frame to take a selfie. Now that you've recorded your progress, it's time to heave yourself upright, lumber off to bed and get some rest. It'll be another very full day tomorrow…

[mehbles]

The weekend

A gaining story featuring @thiccboigains

The man sat back in his chair, his thick, expansive belly stretching out before him, a symbol of indulgence and satisfaction. His shirt, though sleeveless, clung tightly to his upper chest, unable to contain the fullness of his torso. His belly was truly massive, a soft, rounded mound that spilled forward with a rich, heavy weight. It rested on his lap, pressing outward with a softness that spoke of countless meals enjoyed and the life of pure relaxation he’d chosen.

As he shifted, his belly moved with him, the thick layer of fat rippling and settling, a natural cushion that surrounded him. His skin was marked with faint stretch marks, badges of honor from the growth he’d nurtured over time, and his navel sat deeply nestled in the center, almost hidden by the sheer size of his middle.

Above his belly, his chest mirrored the fullness of his frame, two generous mounds of soft flesh, almost like pillows, rounding out his shape. His chest was broad and full, the weight of his “moobs” pulling slightly downward, resting heavily on his belly when he relaxed. There was a solidity to his arms, too, a thickness from both muscle and fat that completed the picture—a body that had been fed well, taken care of, and encouraged to grow as big as he desired.

He seemed entirely comfortable in his body, each part of him showing the evidence of his journey toward pure mass and size. With each breath, his belly swelled slightly, a steady, powerful presence that filled the space around him.

The weekend began with a single goal in mind: complete, unrestrained indulgence. From the moment he woke up, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much moving. Why bother, when his mission was to stay seated, binge his favorite movies, and turn himself into a living monument to decadence?

The morning started slow, with a stack of syrup-soaked pancakes, a mountain of scrambled eggs, and the first of many gainer shakes, thick and heavy as it slid down his throat. Every mouthful seemed to trigger something inside him, a hunger for more that wouldn’t be sated easily. He let himself sink into the couch, his body settling comfortably, his belly pushing out even further as he slouched, fully embracing the journey he’d set himself on.

As the day went on, he barely moved, only shifting when it was time to bring more food to his already-full belly. Pizza, burgers, and fries came and went, each bite making his stomach swell a bit more, filling him with a pleasant ache. He could feel his belly stretching, the fat beneath his skin slowly firming up as he pushed his body to capacity. By early afternoon, his belly was no longer just a soft, jiggling mound—it felt denser, almost solid, pressing outwards with a satisfying heaviness. The stretch marks across his skin tingled as they strained to keep up with the expanding load, his body becoming a monument to excess.

Each time he stood to waddle over to the fridge, his body responded in kind. His belly swung with each step, a heavy, rhythmic jiggle that only emphasized how much mass he’d packed on. His chest, his “moobs,” followed suit, bouncing slightly with every movement, brushing softly against the upper curve of his belly. The weight of him was a new experience, every part of him pulled down by gravity, making even a short trip across the room feel like an event. By the time he made it back to the couch with his latest plate of snacks, his breathing was deep, labored, and his skin had a sheen of sweat that only made him feel more alive, more in tune with his body’s transformation.

By evening, he could hardly get up at all. He leaned back, almost trapped by the sheer weight of his belly pressing down onto his thighs. The final gainer shake of the night was thick, decadent, practically a meal on its own, but he powered through, feeling his heart beating heavily beneath layers of fat. Every pulse seemed louder, echoing in his ears as he realized just how much he’d grown, how much he’d indulged. His stomach was packed, a solid wall of fullness that left no room for anything else. Each deep breath pushed his belly out further, and he could feel the heaviness settle even more deeply, the fat around his middle feeling denser, solidifying as his body eagerly soaked in every last calorie.

He tried to stand one last time, but the effort was immense. His legs trembled slightly beneath him, his arms bracing himself as he rose, only to be pulled down by the weight of his belly. His heart raced, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath, feeling the weight of his massive frame bearing down on him. He sank back into the couch, his skin warm and slick with sweat, his entire body humming with the satisfaction of a day spent indulging to the limit. This was only the first day, and already he could feel the changes—the solid mass of his belly, the thicker layers of fat that clung to his frame, and the way each movement now came with a new, heavier rhythm.

The next morning, he awoke with a groan, every inch of his body feeling the effects of his indulgent day before. His belly was stretched, taut yet somehow even softer than before, and his limbs felt heavy, as if every ounce he’d consumed had seeped into his flesh overnight, adding new layers to his growing form. He glanced over at the clothes he’d picked out for the buffet—his biggest shirt and loosest jeans—hoping they’d manage to contain the fullness of his body for what he knew would be another day of indulgence.

As he pulled on his shirt, it was clear that even his largest size wasn’t up to the task. The fabric strained around his chest, hugging his thickened “moobs” and leaving no room to hide the roundness of his belly. The shirt barely covered him, riding up and exposing a soft band of flesh just above his waistband, which itself dug into his waist, cutting into the thick padding around his hips and stomach. Taking a few steps in front of the mirror, he could see the slight sway of his belly with every movement, a visual reminder of the added pounds he’d packed on, a new heft he could feel with each breath.

At the buffet, he was an imposing figure, his round belly leading the way as he filled up plate after plate. He was already full from the day before, but he ignored the protests of his stomach, driven by an insatiable urge to push his limits further. Plate after plate, he let himself indulge, savoring the weight of every bite as he piled on pasta, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and desserts of every kind.

With each trip back to his table, his overloaded belly jiggled and shifted, his exposed skin growing redder from the tightness of his clothes and the heat radiating from his overworked body. He could feel stares as he waddled from the buffet to his seat, his shirt riding up higher, exposing more of his overstuffed belly with every plate he carried. But he was too focused on his goal, too entranced by the sensation of filling himself up, to care.

As he finished his last plate, he felt a deep, almost overwhelming pressure settle in his middle. His belly was packed so tightly that he couldn’t even lean forward to reach his drink without feeling an intense strain across his abdomen. He leaned back, letting his belly swell forward, a massive, rounded weight that now dominated his entire torso. His breathing came in shallow, labored breaths, each one pressing his belly up against the edge of the table.

When it was finally time to leave, he knew standing was going to be a monumental task. Slowly, he pushed himself up, feeling his belly shift with a dense, almost solid weight as it hung heavily over the waistband of his jeans, which now felt like they were cutting into his sides. His legs felt weak, his thighs rubbing together as he stood, the mass of his belly swaying forward and making each step feel like an effort in itself. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the load he was carrying.

Walking out of the restaurant was an ordeal. Each step sent a slight jiggle through his flab, his swollen belly pressing down on his legs and swaying from side to side, leaving him breathless and flushed. By the time he reached his car, he was almost gasping, his entire body worn out from the sheer exertion of holding up so much weight. He sank into the driver’s seat, his belly pressing into the steering wheel, trapping him in place. The warmth of his bloated body, the slight pain from the waistband digging in, and the heaviness of his stomach left him utterly exhausted, yet strangely content.

It was a sensation unlike anything he’d felt before—a fullness that left him nearly immobile, a new level of mass that had transformed even simple movements into monumental tasks. And as he sat there, breathing heavily, every inch of him feeling the day’s indulgence, he knew he’d reached a new threshold, one that left him utterly spent, yet hungry for more.

Settling back at home, he knew the buffet was only the beginning of what would be an afternoon of relentless indulgence. His belly was already taut, the skin stretched and tender from the monumental feast, but he wasn’t finished—not by a long shot. He eyed the case of Boost VHC, each bottle packed with calories, each one promising to push him further into the depths of fullness. Next to it, three large pizzas lay waiting, each slice an invitation to push past his limits.

He popped open the first bottle of Boost, the thick, creamy liquid sliding down his throat and landing heavily in his already bloated belly. Despite the fullness that pressed against his skin, there was something exhilarating about pushing himself even further. One bottle after another, he guzzled down the shakes, feeling his belly grow firmer, the fat beneath his skin solidifying as he packed himself tighter and tighter. With each bottle, his breathing grew more labored, each inhale a little shallower, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his belly.

By the time he’d worked his way through half the case, he could barely shift on the couch without feeling the strain in his overstuffed abdomen. His belly felt like a massive, heavy ball, pressing down on his thighs, thick and rounded, with the slightest hint of jiggle beneath its firm surface. His shirt, now completely rolled up to expose his swollen middle, offered no hope of coverage, leaving his belly free to press forward as he reached for the first pizza.

Each slice was a new challenge, each bite forcing him to confront the sheer enormity of what he was doing. He felt his belly stretch, pushing against the limits of what it could hold, his skin pulling tight as his stomach expanded to accommodate every calorie. Despite the intense fullness, he found a rhythm, one slice after another, his hands moving on autopilot as he devoured the entire first pizza. Then he moved on to the second, feeling his belly harden, almost like a drum, solid yet quivering slightly as he shifted, the weight of his consumption settling deep within him.

By the time he reached the third pizza, he was beyond stuffed—his belly was a mountain of fullness, pushing out so far that he could barely see past it. His arms and legs felt heavy, his whole body sluggish from the weight he’d forced upon himself. Each bite of pizza felt like an effort, his jaw working slowly, his body now resistant to any more food. But he pushed through, bite after bite, determined to finish what he’d started.

When the last slice was gone, he leaned back, his head resting against the back of the couch, his entire torso dominated by the sheer mass of his belly. He could feel it throbbing, each beat of his heart echoing within the dense, packed mound of flesh. His breathing was shallow, his chest struggling to rise against the pressure of his swollen stomach. He felt trapped beneath his own weight, barely able to move, every part of him weighed down by the excess he’d consumed.

Standing was out of the question—he could barely even shift his weight without feeling the strain. His belly was so full that it pressed down on his lap, sprawling outward with a firmness that felt almost unbreakable. His whole body was slick with sweat, the exertion of eating and drinking himself into this state leaving him flushed and overheated.

As the afternoon wore on, he remained in place, unable to move, a monument to indulgence and excess. The solid weight of his belly, the dense layers of fat pressing outward, left him in a haze of satisfaction and exhaustion. He was completely, utterly spent, his body filled to its absolute capacity, and all he could do was sit back, feel the heaviness settle, and bask in the blissful agony of reaching his limit.

After the weekend of absolute indulgence, by Monday morning, he’d tipped the scales at a staggering 397 pounds—an incredible 12-pound gain in just over two days. His body had ballooned over the weekend, each meal and gainer shake forcing his frame to adapt and stretch to accommodate the sudden influx of calories. His belly was visibly larger, a dense, round mound that pressed out even further than before, and his clothes felt tighter, clinging to every new inch of him.

But the changes didn’t stop there. His body needed time to fully absorb the surplus of calories he’d packed in, and as the week progressed, the transformation continued. By the following Friday, his weight had surged up again, reaching a solid 403 pounds—a full 18 pounds more than where he’d started just a week earlier.

Each day, he could feel his body adapting to the new weight. His belly grew softer, settling into a heavier, more defined shape, the fat redistributing and solidifying in layers across his midsection, chest, and thighs. His belly jutted forward even when he sat, now a constant, unyielding presence, and his chest felt heavier, his “moobs” hanging lower, with more bounce and heft with every movement. His legs and arms also thickened, his body catching up to the sheer volume he’d forced upon it, each part of him filling out to balance the new weight.

By the end of the week, he’d fully embraced his expanded form, feeling every new pound in the sway of his belly, the heft of his steps, and the comfortable weight that now defined him. His weekend of indulgence had set off a transformation, one that left him visibly larger, heavier, and contentedly settled into his new, plush reality.

Stepping into the gym, he immediately felt the difference. At over 400 pounds, every movement carried a new weight, a heaviness he hadn’t fully anticipated. Just walking from the entrance to the locker room left him slightly breathless, his belly bouncing and swaying with each step, pressing heavily against his shirt, which barely stretched over the roundness of his middle. His thickened thighs rubbed together as he walked, and even before starting, he could feel the warmth building up, a faint sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.

After changing, he made his way to the treadmill for a warm-up. He chose a slower pace than usual, knowing his expanded body wasn’t ready for anything too strenuous. As he stepped onto the belt and began moving, he could feel the weight of his belly pulling him forward slightly with each step, his balance shifting to accommodate the mass pressing out from his core. The jiggling sensation was constant, his belly and chest bouncing gently, a reminder of just how much softer and heavier he’d become. After just a few minutes, he was breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, each step a small feat.

Moving on to weights, he selected a bench and sat down, feeling the firmness of his belly pressing into his thighs as he leaned back. With each lift, he could feel the strain, his arms thick with both muscle and fat, each repetition taking more out of him than before. His belly shifted with every movement, a dense, unavoidable presence that made him aware of his size with every lift and breath. The extra fat on his arms and chest made the motions more challenging; even gripping the weights felt different, his hands and wrists thickened with the extra padding he’d gained.

Next, he tried the seated leg press, carefully adjusting himself to fit, his belly pressing against his knees. Each push was an effort, his legs burning with the strain of lifting not only the weights but the additional pounds he now carried. The familiar jiggle of his flab added a new sensation to each rep, his thighs and belly trembling as he worked through each push. He could feel his breath quicken, a slight tremor in his legs as he realized how much harder this routine had become.

Finally, he tried some stretches and basic core exercises, but even leaning forward was a task, his belly pressing into his legs, limiting his range of motion. Sitting up felt like an effort in itself, and each twist or turn made him acutely aware of the mass he’d accumulated. His body felt heavy and sluggish, the layers of fat resisting each stretch, creating a tension that left him flushed and warm, even from minimal exertion.

After an hour, he was completely spent, his shirt damp with sweat, clinging to the new contours of his body. The workout had left him exhausted in a way he hadn’t felt before, his expanded frame requiring twice the effort for every movement. As he walked out of the gym, breathing deeply, feeling the weight of his belly and chest pulling him down with each step, he knew that every workout would be different now, his body transformed by his recent indulgence. But there was a certain pride in it, a sense of satisfaction in every new jiggle, every heavy breath, knowing he was carrying the weight of his journey with him.

[allfattenedup]

Hello and what great progress, exceptional!!!

I see myself in you even if I'm just starting out... cause I was also a thin athlete, even too thin at certain times, I can ask you what pushed you to start and after the first phases what did you did it push you to move forward and never go back?

Thankyou!

Thank you so much!

I've told this story a few times but not for a while. So I have always had this kink. But I was also pretty vain, lol. I don't mind admitting that. I wanted to look hot, it was important to me. So, I won't say I buried the kink - I definitely jerked off to pretty much only fat guys and girls, and even fantasized heaps about myself getting fat, but I was just really strict in my mind that it was a fantasy only and that I'd never actually do it to myself.

Eventually, it became overwhelming. In hindsight I realise it was a self sustaining cycle — I was working out more and taking better care of my looks to try to drown out the desire, but the more I did that, the more delicious the thought of ruining it all became in my mind. The pull became way too strong. It was all I was thinking about all the time.

So, I did eventually make a deal with myself that I would gain 20lbs, just to get it out of my system, and then lose it before anyone really noticed.

That was the best/worst/best/worst decision I ever made.

Because oh my god, if I thought fantasizing about myself with a belly was hard to resist, actually having one? Actually watching and feeling one grow and wobble and push over my waistband? A potent lifelong sexual fantasy coming to life like that? Fuck me, I didn't stand a chance.

It got out of control real fucking fast. I swelled like crazy. Got the heavy hanging stomach of my dreams and nightmares. Got a pair of moobs, got a double chin and a fat face. I quickly realised I also had an embarrassment kink and with that, the guardrails just came off. The safety net burned up. The thought of having to face people in this body was as delicious as it was horrifying so there was no way I could stop myself from making it worse and worse and worse. I've done a few different drugs in my life and I have NEVER been as out of my mind as I was during that period of time. Absolutely off my face on lust.

Although it's not quite true that I never went back. I exploded with fat so fast that it seriously freaked me out. And even though I was literally getting off on the panic of how obese I was, eventually it became too much and I did actually lose a lot of weight. Not down to my original weight but enough that people were congratulating me everywhere I went for how "good I was looking". It felt nice, honestly. I missed the erotic tornado of weight gain, but it was kind of nice to feel normal again, to feel a little bit confident in my looks again, and I promised I'd leave this whole surreal experience behind me. But then eventually... it was all I was thinking about all the time. It became overwhelming. The pull became too strong.

I should have known what would happen. I came back to tumblr. Explained myself, showed my weight loss. People were really kind and supportive. I admitted that I just wanted to be part of the community again but I'm not gonna be gaining any weight back. And then that became 'I'm only gonna gain a tiny bit of weight back'. And then for probably about a year I was "not gaining" while slowly getting fatter and fatter. I started a Patreon and the thought of being fattened for a living started to ping that overwhelming desire again. My body started to take on a different shape than it did in my first gain. So all of a sudden that made everything new and hot again. I was in denial for wayyyy longer than was reasonable. I somehow managed convinced myself I wasn't really gaining on purpose, meanwhile I was ordering a second pint of Ben & Jerry's while still shoving down the first. I'm sure half of you guys knew I was intentionally gaining again before I did. And that's where we are now. I gained slower this time. My body is handling it better. Seems to me the only way from here is up 😈📈🥵

[toptierteaser]

The Vicious Cycle of being a Fatty

Your weight-gain is like a self-sustaining curse.

You eat, filling your mouth, your insatiable belly, feeding yourself everything your piggish little taste buds desire.

Then you grow. Your fat accumulates on your pudgy stomach. Rolls start to form on your juicy sides. You start to get love handles, your ass blimps up, your thighs start to blubber. Even your moobs and your face and your hand betray you, showing off your newfound fattiness and greed!

Then it starts to get uncomfortable! It's not like you CAN'T waddle off to the gym and work out…you're not THAT fat…at least, not yet. But it's getting uncomfortable.

It's embarrassing. Being slower than the other guys. Your fat ass jiggling in your shorts. Having to constantly pick a wedgie as your undies disappear between your thick, caked up cheeks. Constantly needing to shift your short to cover your tubbing belly!

But beyond that, you've started to notice a change. You're getting out of breath more easily. It didn't even take that much FAT! You just noticed you were panting, that it was hard to catch your breath! Your thighs rub, now! They chafe and fight for space! Your belly has begun to quiver when you waddle--god, you WADDLE, now to keep your thighs from rubbing!

Still, you hit the gym and you try to work off the fat…

But you can't stop eating. You can't stop stuffing yourself. And it's the KNOWING that you're not so far gone…it's the KNOWING that you haven't blimped up beyond all hope…that's what makes it impossible to shave off the weight for good! The food is just TOO delicious! And the weight isn't even BAD enough yet…not until it is…

And when you finally realize how far you've let yourself go…when you finally realize what you have DONE…when you finally realize what a piglet you've made of yourself…there's nothing you can do about it anymore!

Sure, you could work off some of the pudge. It wouldn't be all THAT hard. But it would take a LOT longer now that you realize how fat you've swelled! You can't just hit the treadmill a few times, fatboy. You have to actually commit! And committing to anything--besides STUFFING your lazy, pudging body on a daily basis--is not exactly in your forte! You're a FATBOY through and through! And because it's so much easier for you to just sit there, on your plumped-up fat ass! Becuase it's so much easier just to EAT to your heart's content, than to actually get up off your lazy, blimping ass and go for a jog every once in a while…well, that's exactly what you do! You just eat and eat and eat! You blubber and balloon! And you fill up even more, stretching your stomach and getting hungrier as you get greedier as you get fatter as you get lazier!

It's a vicious cycle, fatboy, and one you just keep eating yourself further--and fatter--into!

[bigification]

Sculptor

You're an artist exploring his canvas. With your lips locked, your hands wander from his perky ass, up his defined six pack to his juicy pecs, then to his razor sharp jaw. What a fine canvas to work with, a beautiful man with skin as smooth as a baby and a body akin to a Greek god.

You begin as you always do, with the face. You run your fingers run along his cheeks, making them swell. Your fingers brush across his jawline, softening it until it is no longer visible and leaving behind a double chin. You can feel hairs grow on his face, as his once clean shaven face grows a scruffy beard.

Your work on his face is nearly complete, leaving him unrecognizable from the man he was before. You can feel the fat in his cheeks and his chin as you make out. But this is only the beginning of your process. Next, your hands glide down to his shoulders, broadening them in the process. Then down to his arms, where you cover them in a thick layer of fat, making them look strong, yet soft. You then hold his hands in yours, making them grow until they look like stuffed sausages.

Your lips leave his and wander down his fattened neck and to his chest. His pecs swell as you kiss them, grow softer and softer as they sag under their own weight. Soon he's left with a pair of soft moobs with large nipples and a forest of hair covering them.

He seems too distracted to notice the manipulation of his body, so you move down to his stomach. You kiss his defined six pack, getting one last taste before changing them forever. His stomach quickly swells under the influence of your touch. It starts as a small belly, then it becomes a reasonable beer belly, before becoming the massive ball belly of an obese man. The hairy gut now hangs over his jockstrap, obscuring his lower body from his view. Your hands wrap around his side toward his back, growing thick love handles in the process. Your hands finally reach his ass, once light and perky, it now sagged under its immense weight and threatened to burst through his tiny jockstrap.

You fall to your knees, lift up his gut, and pull down his jock. His dick has almost completely been engulfed by his fat pad, but it's enough to work with. You take him into your mouth. You feel his once modest cock begin to grow, multiplying in size in the matter of seconds. You struggle to keep the nearly pop can sized dick in your mouth until you feel a warm liquid coat the back of your throat.

He may be done, but your job is not over. Your hands rub his thighs, making them fatten and fatten. His muscly thighs got covered in a thick layer of fat, making him have to spread them to avoid them rubbing together. His calves meet a similar fate as you move to his feet, making them grow at least six sizes.

You look up at your finished artwork, proud of what you've accomplished. Some may have said he was more beautiful before, but you disagree. You hold his gut in your hands and give it a kiss, ready to move on to your next canvas.

[squishy-squish-deathfeeder]

I got an extreme fantasy for ye:

By the time I’m 900 pounds, you’d have long since set my fate in stone. It was clear for anyone to see. A breathing tube always pumping air into me now that my massive moobs crush my lungs. A tube that connects to my far deep buried cock under my fat pad and belly that will suck me off every so often when you want to watch me squirm in my prison of lard I can a body. My bulging, useless legs so grotesquely fat you can’t tell where my thick becomes my calve, come to a massive nub where you amputated my feet. Long before immobility, you made sure I’d never leave, the world is oh so dangerous, much too scary for a weak pathetic fat boy. I’m safer inside, with you. Why would I need feet if I don’t need to leave? You reasoned. You thought it was cute telling people it was because of Diabetes, but they still thought it was strange how much excitement was in your eyes as you explained it.

For a time now, you’d already been looking online. sometimes you’d hook up my feeding tube, pump me full on mind softening drugs and lay on my sprawling body, scrolling through accounts, finding good candidates. You’d tell me about them. Where they are starting, you’d read their posts, their little horny writing about how badly they want to be fattened to the size you’ve made me. You’d show me their beginner bellies and starting weights. Comparing them to my start points and old photos. I think you enjoyed seeing the rush of emotions that flashed in my eyes as you showed me my coming replacements before the drugs kicked in and my eyes relaxed into lazy glazed over gazing into space.

You move him in, and introduce me to him. From that moment, I’m nothing but a sideshow pet locked in this room. You spend your time with him, keep me pumped with intense gainer shakes and drugs. In your mind I might be more of a pet, or a farm animal you passively keep, waiting for the right time. But I kept growing and growing and growing. After you shave me bald and keep me naked, I become a total pile of incomprehensible lard. My mind to numbed and rotted I’m barely even conscious or sentient. I sit quietly in my room verging on a weight you can’t wait to find out after I’m gone, but clearly well over 1000. When suddenly my heart monitor will ring out loudly, rapidly increasing. Gurgling choked muffled coughs ring out from my tube stuffed mouth. You and my replacement rush in knowing it’s time. Finally! My body convulses what little it can under the crushing weight, my eyes still glazed over and emotionless despite the pain, it feels like my heart is swelling. Pressure everywhere, in my skin from the fat, in my stomach from the shakes, on my lungs from my moobs, my heart from everything. His cock bulges in his pants and you breathe rapidly with excitement. In a mad rush of sexual rage, you both begin to fuck each other on top of me. I feel my heart rush faster and faster from both your weight now on me as the funnel seemed to almost rush more shake into my choking mouth. In my ears all goes quiet but for a building thump, thump thump, thump, almost on cue, matching the rhythm of you madly riding his cock, already half buried in a developing fat pad. And as if on cue from both of your intense orgasms, my heart erupts in my chest as we all finish.

And after im done, and you’ve had your fun with me, all emotional connection to me is gone as I’ve fulfilled what you wanted for me. He clears out as you take a moment to marvel at my massive motionless form. All your hard work paid off. And now for the profit. You climb up on top of me and give me one final kiss on the flabby cheek and reassure me that I won’t go to waste. Your new pig has big shoes, or a big bed, to fill. You jiggle my rolls and grip one in your hands. Who knows how many calories are in there. How much lard. How much meat. You can finally try those special gainer shake recipes you’ve been wanting to feed someone. With that, you reach beneath my bed and pull out a large case of fine cutlery and get to work. Your new pig in the other room, jerking off already from how horny he is thinking about his future. He grabs a handful of, of his belly fat and jiggles it as his mouth waters hearing the ring of sharpening knives.

Such a glorious fatting story.. god~ a perfect piggy dream ripe for the making.

[doublebellyman]

Weighty Wordle Starter Words

AMPLE

BAGGY

BAKER

BEEFY

BELCH

BELLY

BINGE

BLIMP

BLOAT

BREAK

BROAD

BULGE

BULGY

BULKY

BURST

BUSTY

CHUNK

CRUSH

CURVE

CURVY

DINER

DONUT

DOUGH

DUMPY

ENJOY

ENORM

EXTRA

FATSO

FATTY

FEAST

FOLDS

FULLY

GORDO

GORGE

GROSS

GUTSY

HEAVY

HEFTY

HIPPO

HIPPY

HUSKY

JELLY

JUMBO

LARDY

LARGE

LUMPY

LUNCH

MEATY

MOOBS

OBESE

PIGGY

PLEAD

PLUMP

PLUSH

PODGY

PORKY

POUND

PUFFY

PUDGE

PUDGY

QUAFF

QUAKE

ROLLS

ROUND

SAGGY

SCALE

SHAKE

SHRED

STOUT

STUCK

STUFF

SUETY

SURGE

SWELL

TEASE

TEATS

THICK

THIGH

THUMP

TIGHT

TUBBY

VASTY

WAIST

WEDGE

WEIGH

WHALE

WIDER

WIDTH

[fattystoriez]

The Blob

Content Warning: Rapid weight gain

Tyler stood outside the small theater, his hands in his pockets, squinting up at the marquee that proudly advertised the revival screening of the 1958 original "The Blob". As a fan of classic horror films and Halloween, he thought that seeing such a classic movie might be an interesting way to spend the evening. What surprised him wasn’t just the fact that there was a line for such a niche film but he was surprised to see that tt wasn’t the usual crowd of film buffs or horror nerds... it was a bunch of shirtless fat men.

At first Tyler had to blink and rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things, but no... the people in line were grotesquely and unapologetically fat men. Their massive bellies hung over their pants, soft and jiggling with every tiny movement. Some of them looked almost… content. They were more than just content, they were in bliss, rubbing and kneading their fat. Tyler watched as their fingers push into their fat bellies and soft moobs.

“Jesus Christ,” Tyler muttered under his breath, trying to avoid looking at the freak show, but it was hard. The scene was bizarre. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, his lean frame almost embarrassingly out of place. His polo shirt was crisp, his khaki shorts neat and tailored, he was a toothpick compared to the slobs ahead.

One guy in particular who was standing right next to him caught Tyler’s attention, the dude was massive and easily over 300 pounds. The man's belly hanging down past his waist, his chest sagging with plump mounds of fat. The man’s eyes were half-lidded, a dumb, vacant grin plastered on his face as his fingers absentmindedly massaged his belly, making it ripple and jiggle.

"What the hell was going on here? Why were these guys here?" He leaned slightly toward the man, trying to get his attention.

“Hey, man, what’s going on here?” Tyler asked, trying to keep his voice casual. “Why are there so many people like… uh, this?” He gestured vaguely, not wanting to offend but also clearly unnerved.

The obese man didn’t respond or even look at Tyler, instead he let out a long, low groan of pleasure. As he continued to rub his fat belly, his hands sank deep into the soft pillowy flesh, his fingers brushing over the thick rolls with a kind of mindless obsession. His massive man tits jiggled slightly with every movement, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened across his doughy skin.

Tyler stepped back, wide-eyed and a little freaked out. “What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath. As Tyler looked around, the rest of the line was the same. Fat men everywhere, all of them playing with their fat. Tyler could even see that some were even drooling slightly, as if the very act of feeling their own flab was enough to send them into some kind of brainless trance.

Tyler shifted uneasily in line, the weirdness of the situation gnawing at his brain. His lean body felt out of place as every other guy in this line was a fat obsessed hog. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, still taut under the fabric of his polo shirt. A small comfort in the middle of this bizarre nightmare.

That’s when it started.

A tingling sensation like static electricity began creeping up his spine, sinking into his abdomen. He scratched absently at his side assuming it was just nerves, but it didn’t go away. In fact, it intensified. A low buzz filled his head as his stomach felt like it was… was... pressing forward???

"What the fuck?"

His stomach was pushing against his shirt, a small but noticeable paunch that hadn’t been there seconds ago. His fingers probed the soft flesh, confusion gripping him. “What the hell is going on?” his voice sounding shaky.

His stomach expanded further, stretching the fabric of his polo until it strained against his belly. His sides bulged outward, forming thick, fleshy love handles that pressed into the waistband of his khaki shorts. Tyler’s breath hitched as he felt his chest swelling too, the little definition he had, the faint outline of muscle, vanished beneath growing layers of fat. His chest puffed out, sagging, forming plump moobs that jiggled slightly with every breath.

No, no, no, no…

His hands frantically pushed his body, trying to hold back the waves of blubber. His once sharp jawline softened as he sported a double chin that quivered with every movement. His ass sagged into a mound of fat that hung low, jiggling against the growing mass of his thighs.

When Tyler tried to speak the words came out jumbled and incoherent. His mind felt foggy, clouded with a strange, heavy feeling that dulled his senses. The more his body grew, the more the buzzing in his head grew louder, the feeling was drowning out any coherent thought.

A moan slipped past his lips as his fingers brushed over his now massive belly, the soft, jiggly flesh sending waves of pleasure through his dumbed-down brain. His belly was fat, pressing harder against his shirt, stretching the material until it finally ripped open. The the short tore off his now obese frame, it exposed the full, wobbling mass of his gut. His khaki shorts were next, leaving him standing in nothing but tighty whiteys that barely clung to his widening body.

Tyler’s mind was almost completely gone by now, his thoughts replaced by one overwhelming obsession: his belly. He couldn’t stop touching it, couldn’t stop jiggling the fat that had once been foreign but now felt so right. He was like the men in line, no longer a lean, smart young man. Tyler had become a dumb, slobbering mass of flesh, consumed by the simple pleasure of feeling his fat jiggle beneath his fingers. Tyler had become "The Blob".

[gottagetpig]

God i was soo hungry and i just couldnt help myself, i just had to stuff myself eith as much food as my chubby piggy body could handle hehe. The feeling of pigging out n getting fatter is just so addicting...i just cant stop myself from falling to my gluttonous desires and flabby desires...

I can feel my frame swell up little by little each day as my body grows steadily with soft lard just begging to be squeezed and played with... My fat belly getting more and more soft just like my cute plump thighs and squishy ass bot to mention my plump suckable moobs... I may have made a resolution to get fatter but i know I'll gett fatter no matter what... Just like a hood fatass should...

Fatty new year to all ya fattys and chubby chasers hehe

[contlis12]

death/dark feederism story

Coles cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment as Ronnie followed behind him through the Walmart parking lot. It had been over 4 years since he had been anywhere near his old town and being back here 300 pounds fatter than he was the last time was like some kind of fantasy and embarrassing nightmare rolled into one. It didn’t help that Ronnie had put on a great show for his old work place. Ronnie and Cole had been in a relationship for over 4 years and theres was definitely not the typical one. Cole was Ronnie’s feedee. They were monogamous, lived together, and were in a committed relationship but they were not a “couple”. The relationship dynamic was too skewed for Cole to be considered his boyfriend in Ronnie’s opinion. He was his feedee, his piggy and his property. They had first met on an extreme gaining forum centered around death feederism and hit it off instantly. Cole moved half way across the country and became Ronnie’s live in feedee spending all day under his feeders care and had blown up from a already hefty 280 pound stoner nerd to a nearly 600 pound wheezing hog that was on the verge of immobility.

Ronnie had decided to celebrate the upcoming milestone with something special. “I want to take you back to your home town piggy, I want people who used to know you to not even recognize you. I want to live out all those fap fantasies you had in the bedroom with me.” Cole was nervous, as hot as the idea of public humiliation was he also dreaded the idea of an old friend seeing him in his current state but it didn’t change the fact he was immensely turned on by the idea and was helpless to serving his feeder. He had been conditioned to be a good piggy.

When they first arrived in town Ronnie had went straight to Walmart, Coles last job before he had left town. Normally Cole would use a walker to go anywhere but Ronnie made him struggle from the handicap van spot in front of the doors to the entrance where he had parked one of the stores mobility scooters and the probably no more than 30 foot walk had Cole pouring sweat and hyperventilating. Ronnie had been sure to dress him in the tightest smallest tank top and sweat shorts Cole had that showed off his melted ice cream cone figure as much as possible. Amazingly nobody in the store did recognize Cole but he was a spectacle none the less. Ronnie had been sure to load Coles mobility scooters basket up with the most fattening treats on the shelf. At one point Ronnie had stopped in the aisle and cracked a two liter of rootbeer and unwrapped two snack cakes “baby you don’t look so good, here eat these to feel better. You need some food in you”. A few aisles later and a few more suggested snack cakes and Cole had polished off the whole two liter and family sized box of chocolate covered Twinkie’s. The whole trip through the store was mortifying to Cole but amazing aswell. The feeling of submission to his feeder was intoxicating, he felt like a helpless fat pet and loved it.

When they were back in the van Ronnie had a final destination in mind before they left town. They had hit up multiple fast food joints, Ronnie wanted a spread that would look outrageous and eye catching. Before they had gotten out of the van and loaded Cole in his bariatric wheelchair they kept in the back for any sort of travel further than across a buffet parking lot Ronnie had rolled up Coles tank top and tucked it under his moobs fashioning it into a belly shirt. He pulled his sagging gut out of his shorts and let if flop heavily over the waist band of Coles way too small sweat shorts ���comfy piggy? Get that belly ready because I’m going to stuff you hard. Everyone is going to watch you swell up like a blimp for me”. Cole was too nervous and excited to say much besides “ok” sheepishly as he felt his stomach pool across his lap and the warm summer breeze on his exposed stretch mark covered gut. Ronnie wheeled Cole to a pavilion in the middle of the park, people were around walking their dogs and playing in the park but nobody has really seemed to notice the two of them. Leaving him at the table with a couple bags of McDonalds and Burger King Ronnie gave him a firm smack and jiggle on his stomach before deeply kissing him “okay piggy I’m going to get the rest of the food from the van and we will start in a minute” as Ronnie walked away Cole looked down almost appearing naked in his vision past the rolled up tank top seeing nothing but wheel chair and pale stretch marked cellulite.

“Cole?!” as soon as he heard it his already food filled stomach dropped “oh my god, is that you?” He closed his eyes for a moment trying to become invisible “it is you!” He opened his eyes in time to see two women appear from around the side of the chair into view and Cole recognized one of them immediately. It was a very short term girlfriend from high school named Bree. Cole was speechless for a moment before finally simply saying “uhh hi”. Bree and the girl both stood staring wide eyed barley even trying to hide their disgust and amusement. “What happened to you? I wouldn’t have even recognized you if I didn’t remember your tattoo!” She said not even beating around the bush “are you okay? I knew you were a bit heavy before but you look ready to pop now!”. Cole stammered for a response “uhh yeah I put on a lot of weight, I had a medical” but was cut off as Ronnie walked up and introduced himself.

“Well hello, do you guys know Cole?” He said as he walked over and placed the other bags of fast food before putting a hand on Coles shoulder. “Yeah I was friends back in high school with him but I hadn’t seen him since then, hardly recognized him.” She said still grinning and looking in pure amazement at how fat Cole was. “Oh yeah Cole has put on alot of weight, I hardly recognize old photos of him when we first got together. He really blew up” Ronnie said reaching down and squeezing a fat roll on his stomach. “Oh are you his boyfriend? I didn’t know he was gay” Bree said looking at all the food on the table. “Oh no I’m his feeder” Ronnie said proudly as Cole felt his cheeks turning red. “His what?” Bree said laughing. Ronnie grinned looking at his piggy trapped like a fat whale as they talked about him like live stock “his feeder, it’s a fetish that is about weight gain. He’s a submissive to me and I make him fatter. I’ve put almost 300 pounds on him and we are trying to get him as fat as possible.” Ronnie grinned looking at their amazement. “Wow, I don’t really know what to say to that” Bree said wide mouthed at the sight before her. Ronnie just smiled back at her “well if you guys are done catching up he needs to eat” before going back to Cole “Okay piggy you hungry? Because I’m going to stuff you until you are ready to pop baby”. Bree and her friend laughed and jeered as Ronnie stuffed burger after burger into his piggy.

Looking up Cole seen them snapping pictures and taking cell phone videos knowing this would be all over their Facebook pages for everyone in his hometown to see. “Feed me make me so huge I break my wheel chair!” Cole moaned “I need to grow for you!” Cole let out wild snort and swallowed the food as fast as he could as he felt more dominated than he ever had before and he loved it. “I hope he has to bring me in a bariatric bed to the park next year” Cole thought as more messy gobs of burger and mayonnaise were shoved into his bulging cheeks.

[roller6262]

Hey! Skinny white guy here wishing I was something more exciting!

I can sense you've been touched by the power of many transformations before, perhaps you are a master of transformation as well? Usually I'd be wary of using my power on those like you, in case it rebounded on me, but this request is too tempting to pass. Fine, I'll make you more interesting. You're sitting at home when to hear loud rock coming from outside. You open your front door to find yourself in a suburban neighborhood with a young South Asian man sitting on your doorstep with a speaker.

You want to ask him what he's doing here, but after noticing some angry glares from your neighbors, you think it's best to tell him to turn the music down first. "Turn it down?" He scoffs, "Man, you're the one always saying to turn it up. Listen to this!" He grabs you by the ear and pulls you closer to the speaker, as if standing across the street wouldn't still be a fine distance to hear the track. You curse when you feel a sharp pain where he grabbed your earlobe, but as the sound reverberates through your skull you find that pain turning to pleasure.

You nod your head to the booming drums as your ear lobes grow, craving more of that sound, then filling with large gauges. You tell him he's right, shit this good deserves to be played at max volume. "Hell yeah, especially when it speaks to taking down a broken system. That's what it's like for brown men in a white man's world." You're confused, is brown men referring to you too? You feel your body electrified like a guitar, your body warming up and your skin darkening in turn. Your hair stands on end until the blackened strands curl into a mess much like the man's, though you like your streaked red and sides shaved. You grin, looking at your fellow south asian with your deep brown eyes in newfound familiarity. You can't help but agree that there's nothing more punk than an immigrant.

After a few minutes of listening, your neighbor's annoyed stares become more obvious to both of you. "Man let's ditch these posers. Is it cool if I take this to Zayne's house?" You get excited, recognizing the name of another punk who lives a few blocks down. You agree, noting you're excited to listen there too. "What?" he chuckles, "no offense Man, but I don't think Zayne invites anyone your age to rock out." You wonder what he means by age before looking down at your arms, ever hairier than before. You think you're seeing things, adjusting your glasses out of habit without realizing you weren't wearing any before. Your facial scruff becoming a thick beard. Your clothes turning into a brown polo tucked into white khakis, baggy at first but stretched tighter as your time as a slim youth grows distant from years in a sedentary desk job. Your adjust your polo, trying to give your moobs more room while they jiggle along with your gut to the speaker. Despite your new clothes, you're still a punk in spirit, but a man needs to dress a certain way to work when he's got bills to pay.

you look at the man, now recognizing him as your son. You're a bit sad he keeps calling you "Man" instead of Dad, but a part of you swells with pride as a sign he's inherited some of the anti-authority spirit you grew up with. You sigh, allowing him to go rock out with his friend, but reminding him to come home before dinner and hoping you can jam with him after too.

"Ah kids" I say, stepping out of the house next to yours, looking like a typical suburban man "no matter how cool you are, they always choose their friends." You laugh deeply, clutching on to the bouncing polo that threatens to untuck from your khakis and reveal the furry carpet below. You say your son is probably just going through a rebellious phase. I laugh in kind, "With a rebel dad like you, I'm sure 'rebellious phase' is an understatement!" I'm unsure if you recognize me, or the request you made to me, but I am sure that this life is at the very least more exciting!