#wait gainer shakes

[blubberprincess]

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[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🫶🏼

[chunkybabee]

It has been requested so much that I finally chugged my own Gainer Shake! I’m getting so darn big and these shakes are gonna blimp me up beyond recognition.. it was so thick and creamy. I loved it, so full of calories that are gonna make me massive. I can’t wait to see how big I get!! 🐷🚨

[losing-my-abs]

The gainer shakes are helping me get a big layer of fat on my belly, can’t wait to make it bigger and turn it into a chubby belly 😁

[rahhhhhtbrbbsbwbbsbaj]

The rest of the week

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday all worked very similarly to the first 2 days. You would eat, eat, eat some more, sleep, eat, sleep then repeat. You had already noticed a good few changes. Your stretch marks had become deeper and more noticeable. Your belly had expanded dramatically. Your double chin was more prominent, your arms and legs looked and felt fatter. Your clothes were also fitting differently. The thing you noticed most of all was your appetite. You had completely removed full from your minds vocabulary. You were constantly hungry and extremely addicted to food. You honestly were passed the point of no return and it had been less than a week.

You were now a whopping 180 pounds and climbing fast. You had increased your heavy cream chugs and added more gainer shakes to your diet. You had a lot planned for Sunday too and that excited you.

Sunday morning you sat up, with much more effort than it took last week. Your belly fell into your lap and you played with the soft flesh as you checked the time. 9:50 which meant it was time to go. You pulled on an old muscle shirt and were pleasantly surprised when your belly wasn't fully covered. You pulled your 'oversized hoodie' overtop and then frowned at the feeling. You looked down and saw your belly pushing a little at the fabric. This fit so different just a week ago, god you were getting fat. You grabbed a few boosts and a 5000 calorie gainer shake you had prepared before you headed out the door and to your car. On the way to the first drive thru you found yourself becoming ravenous. You had planned on going to 7 different places and ordering enough food for 4 from each. All these fast food places were your favourite so you were super excited.

Before you knew it you had made it to your goal. You moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as you threw the last burger wrapper into the backseat stacked with rubbish. You now looks down to give some attention to your belly. Your hoodie was almost taught against your swollen gut and when you lifted the hoodie the muscle shirt was not even past your belly button. Stretch marks riddled your lower belly and they were angry and red. Never in your life had you been this full. You massaged your belly for a bit before driving home.

When you got in the door you ripped off all your clothes and allowed yourself to sweat. Your body was handling the food in a number of different ways, sweating and heating up were a few of them. You waddled to the bathroom. Being unrecognisable to yourself was becoming a daily occurrence. You stepped on the scale only to find that you couldn't quite see the numbers bending a little back to relive the fullness. You leaned forward and were shocked for the second time in 5 minutes. 190. The scale said 190. You immediately pulled up your phone and whipped out the calculator. Your BMI was 30.1 you were obese. For the first time in your life you were obese. You found yourself looking at your new frame with newfound appreciation and terror. In a month and a week you had gone from fit to obese. And it wasn't even hard, it was actually really fun. The future consequences of this would be catastrophic, but you were getting 'hungry' and didn't want to think about that.

Obviously not all of this weight was fat and probably about 6 pounds were food but you couldn't wait for the day when 190 was far in the past. That night you went to bed fat and happy with a whole litre of heavy cream in your belly. You were about to absolutely decimate your health and you were going to love every second.

[bluecollarbarbie]

It’s the contrast between us in everything we do.

Your meals are three times the size of mine. The number of steps I take in a few hours are the number you might hit for the whole day. The hikes we used to enjoy together are basically impossible for you now, but you don’t mind having a few beers and a snack in the air conditioned car, watching the game on your phone while you wait for me to finish.

Our friends from the gym ask about you. They say haven’t seen you in so long but you told me that they looked right past you at the grocery store the other day. It’s no surprise that they didn’t recognize you. The massive, muscular frame they knew had been lost under bite after bite of midnight snacks and calorie-packed meals. Gallons of gainer shakes and heavy cream covered what was once a perfect set of abs and your back now rippled with rolls of fat instead of muscle. You should come to the gym with me tomorrow and say hello! Wear one of your old shirts so you can show off the angry stretch marks cradling your massive gut while you bench press. All eyes will turn your way at one time or another. Especially at the end when you struggle on the treadmill next to mine. The mile you used to run with me cut down to 200 jiggling, struggling meters. Seeing your face so red and the sweat pouring off of you, many won’t believe that you could be the same man. It makes me so proud for them to see much you’ve changed for me. I love showing everyone around us what a greedy pig you’ve been all along. The days of bloating with water or diet soda in secret are long gone. Your enormous belly, heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath, tells everyone in the gym that you’re a slave to food. Unlike a temporary bloated tummy that would disappear over night, this gut is a permanent installation. It’s evidence that you’ve lost all control to me.

After your grueling work out we’ll be sure to stop on the way home and grab a few burgers from five guys and a gallon of ice cream to melt for your dessert. After such a good showing, my piggy deserves a treat. 💕💕

[fullbeardandfurrygut]

NOTE: What follows contains some graphic themes and references to gay sex, feederism, dominance and submissiveness, exhibitionism, and nipple torture. A friend inspired me by suggesting a fattening weekend filled with sex for us. This is a fantasy about what comes after.

I Can't Get Enough: A Short Muscle Chub Erotica

It was the hottest weekend I'd ever experienced, but I still wanted more. And I knew, so did you. I stuffed you full of fattening food and shakes and fucked you like the good, growing muscle chub you are. So many times. So many, we lost count in the rounds of food and sex. It was like we always talked about—fantasized about—but even better. I couldn't get enough of how thick with muscle, round with chub, and covered in hair you were getting. You couldn't get enough. We couldn't get enough. And now...

I want to see the extra pounds you gain and the pumped up mass of your belly from all the residual stuffings as you saunter into the gym, your shirt riding up your furry gut and your pants button holding on for dear life.

I want to see the faces of people as they realize you're substantially bigger than you were before the weekend.

I want to see your rounded ass swagger into the locker room, the fabric clinging tight to your cheeks and threatening to rip at the seams.

I want to watch every guy in the locker room stare as your gut flops out of your skin tight shirt, your hairy mass on full display.

I want to watch you struggle to get your pants unbuttoned, the realization dawning on you as a whole group of sexy men watch, that not only are you fatter than you expected, but the only way to get them undone is to do what your greedy, muscle chub gut does best: expand.

I want to watch your gut fill the space as you push it out, making a heroic attempt to pop the button right off.

I want to see the looks on the other guys' faces when it happens, their dicks perking up at the notion that this sexy hunk of man is only going to get bigger.

I want to see you wriggle out of your destroyed pants, vowing that you'll sew the button back on with an extra inch to give yourself some time to buy a new pair.

I want to see your dick throbbing in your underwear, leaking precum as you realize you have the attention of every lascivious eye in there—including mine—and know exactly why every other guy is shifting a raging boner in their pants.

I want to grab your dick through your underwear and torture your nipples as we make out in front of them.

I want to hear every gasp and moan as you remember every second of me feeding and fucking you over the weekend, your gut growing larger, your capacity increasing, and your skin feeling tighter over the mass of fat accumulating in front of you.

I want them to know every kinky thing I did to you and how much you liked it, just by watching us in this moment.

I want them to see how much you want to be as huge and heavy as me, because none of them are nearly as fat and heavy and committed to your growth as I am.

I want you to cum buckets as you realize that you'll never be this small again, that every day is a journey of expansion, watching your hairy gut get rounder, heavier, and more solid.

I want to see the surprise on your face as I put a funnel in your mouth and force you to chug gainer shake right then and there, with the other hot beefy men contributing plenty of mass gainer and protein shakes to your expanding waistline.

I want to see you laying down like a beached whale when it's all over, your cock stiff and waiting to be worked again, and knowing that this kind of feeding gets you off like nothing else—you'll crave it and stuff yourself again once you're home, finding that a stuffed gut and the knowledge that you're expanding rapidly makes you cum without even touching yourself.

And just when you think you're full, I'll give a good gut massage in bed and wait until the pressure subsides... And then feed you until you cum again. Only once you've been a good muscle chub and finished all your calories will I give you a hot fuck and lay my fattening seed inside you. You'll leak like an overstuffed cream donut when I'm done, and you'll realize that you could go for a quick dozen of those. Maybe even two.

The weekend of sex and fattening might have seemed to end too quickly, but growth is something you'll never struggle with again. In fact, you might wonder if you'll ever get too fat, but you'll shake off that notion as you line up for a buffet... since there's no other place in the world that can handle your appetite or your growth quite the same way. Getting hard at the table will be a regular thing for you, but I doubt you'll mind.

Don't you worry, handsome man. This sex-filled weekend was the first, but it certainly won't be the last.

[mrjgain]

you look AMAZING. your belly is awsome i cant wait to see it even bigger😉 i want to ask you if you have any specific tips or advice for me? i just started gaining and my goal is to be big as you. i want to blow up really fast. what should i do?

Cant stop growing this gut😈. And easy, just drink gainer shakes anytime during the day or befor bed. You'll see the pounds coming in slowly but surly befor you even know it.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I can't stop thinking about this with Steve and Bucky College AU A jock who's running late to training so he's a little absentminded as he rushes into the locker rooms where his other teammates are already ready and waiting, and as he's working, one by one they hand him gainer/protein shake like they typically drink before every session, and he's so worried about being late and he's got so much that he has to do and he's beating himself up for sleeping in or something, that he doesn't even question it and drinks every single bottle of drink that is handed to him, thanking them over his shoulder as he guzzles it down like water and moves on, and he does it again and again and again and his teammates don't stop him because it's almost too fascinating to watch the effects, and by the time their coach calls them for training, his belly is huge and swollen with sloshes with every movement, and it drives him insane as he goes through drills and training and the like, and his teammates can hear is sloshing and bubbling away angrily when they stand beside him, the size of it bulging underneath his uniform, somehow both taut and solid and soft and malleable at the same time with all the thick shake he has incidentally consumed. By the end of the training session, he's absolutely aching, his swollen gut red and taut and angry, and he stips off his uniform and falls into a heap with a pained groan, and his teammates take pity on him (and are also fascinated by this new development) and they rub his tummy and play with him and he's too out of it to even pay them any attention, the fullness and exertion from training making him sleepy and the relief he's getting the only sensation he can really focus on, not caring how he's receiving it, and even though they feel a little bit bad about not stopping him from drinking like 12 bottles of protein/gainer shake in a single sitting, they're also already thinking about how they can trick him into drinking even more next time they get the chance, and maybe the time after that, and a time after that too...

I can absolutely imagine this happening with Steve (and by that I think I really mean that I want this for Steve most).

On the one hand, it's already hot enough for him to end up with this bulging protein gut that sloshes and wobbles throughout practice, leaving him sweating more than normal and trying his hardest to stifle belches behind his hand, his cheeks bright pink from the embarrassment and exertion. The weight of his gut is throwing off his performance in practice but so is the fact that it, like, feels good. It's got some level of hotness and pressure that's familiar - like his filled gut, bulging out of his usually loose uniform, is somehow analogous to what it feels like to be balls deep in pussy. Hot, tight, and with all those dirty, wet sounds. It's not the same, but... it's close enough that Steve's jersey isn't the only thing too tight. His shorts are tented obscenely (not that you'd see it under the distracting, jiggling dome of his belly).

On the other hand, this is made much hotter to me by the idea of the bro-ness of it all. The hyper-masculine environment, rub some dirt on it. C'mon, Rogers, suck it up - maybe suck it in, right, bro? 'Atta boy, they encourage him, slapping him on the shoulder, trynna help him get his head into the game. When he takes laps around the court with the other guys, wheezing, gut jostling, sloshing, bubbling, and churning audibly, as they pass him, they slap his ass and wolf-whistle, telling him he outta be careful or people are gonna start thinking he's a baby momma from behind with that tight ass and wide sides. And when he's trying to do push-ups, uncentered by his bulging gut swinging underneath him, getting squished against the polished, wooden floor every time he lowers himself down, pushing burps out of him with the pressure, they're mercilessly teasing him. Laughing at his belches, egging him on, trying to get him to make them louder and louder so they echo around the gym. Then, they start smacking the side of his gut or pressing on it with their sneakers, softly kicking him, teasing him about hitting the parties too hard, Rogers? drinking too much beer, huh, man? and what's this, dude, you trynna get your gut size to match your arms and those tits? and don't you know chicks don't like that, right? Gotta lay off the snacks or somethin'. You suck it in when you fuck 'em, hm? Or do you just take 'em from behind, doggy style so they don't see it? It's all locker-room talk that should make Steve feel terrible but it doesn't. He's purely distracted by all the attention. It feels good, even if it hurts - the slaps, the pressure, the pokes, and the prods. It all amounts to this aching throb over the entirety of his swollen gut, bobbing in front of him. If the team is like this out in the gym, Steve can't imagine what they'll be like once he stumbles back into the locker room, energized from the workout while Steve is exhausted. How much are they gonna grab and pinch and grope him then? What are they gonna do to him? Are they gonna lift him up and shove him under the showers, stripping him down to push the shower hose down his throat and keep filling him up? Steve knows all of 'em keep a couple of extra bottles of Gatorade kicking about in their lockers, are they gonna bust 'em out, pool 'em together, and goad him into chugging more? Ah, fuck. Why is Steve's mouth suddenly dry? Why is he thirsty? Oh, God. Why does he want it? All their hands on him... some of them making his gut feel better, some of them making it worse, all of them talking to him, teasing him, praising him, egging him on. More, c'mon, Rogers, just a little more. Chin up, dude, you got it, I know you do. You got that dog in you. Do it, baby, do it!

When one of the guys mentions it looks like they took one of the basketballs and shoved it up his ass, then inflated it in his gut, Steve almost falls to his knees right then and there. Oh, fuck, it does look like he has a whole basketball in his stomach.

🥵🥵🔥

[fatteningmenstories]

My first attempt at a gainer story :)

Benched Pt 1

 Devon had it all, the looks, the body and the skill, he was everywhere. Walking down a typical street in London would result in seeing him on buses, billboards and sports campaigns. Coming back from a 10k jog, instead of feeling exhausted like others would, Devon simply went to practice with a protein shake in one hand and the latest iPhone in the other, this tedious life proved to be successful. At only 24, Devon was on top of the world playing the main striker on one of the world's biggest football teams and he had the body that went with it. His face mimicked that of a Greek god's: two large cheekbones that gave him a square-cut face which framed his stunning hazel eyes . His strong jawline led down to two large pecs both firm with muscle, that protruded over rock-hard abs, he made sure he was smooth all over with hardly any body hair anywhere - it's what his manager wanted to make sure his football team logo tattooed on his right pec was never covered, he didn’t care, besides it made sure that world see even more of his 70kg body. He had the arms of a bodybuilder, both filled with hard muscle, and his legs were sturdy and supported his firm bubble butt . All of this came together to what some would say was the perfect male body - and he ate up all the admiration he got. At practice he was always first to finish running lapping his teammates, and still not losing any breath, with barely a sweat drop on him he moved unto his favourite training exercise. Scoring. Up and down he had the mind of a mastermind, with his excellent foot coordination every goal he aimed for, he got. Devon finished off by chugging another protein shake and hitting the gym to maintain his 3% body fat which was hard to maintain but he took to the challenge, every other day was either leg day or arm day and you would never see him complain. However, after a long day of pushing his body to the limits he came home not to one filled with warmth and energy but to one filled with with emptiness. When he told his manager he was gay he was forced to promise to never be seen out in public with anyone except the hottest new fresh social media influencer bird. All of this shallowness led to an empty house and a lonely Devon.

“You want me to do what “

“Just make sure he isn’t appearing on any more sports health covers any time soon”

Ajay was surprised at what he was being told to do, when clubbing in Soho he had been approached by a group of men who needed to talk to him urgently in private.

“ Wait so let me get this straight you want me to fatten up England’s Star footballer “

“It’s more complicated than that, see Devon may be the face of England football now, but we have more lucrative players who just need their moment to shine”,

Taken back on what he was being told to do, Ajay was still processing what was going on

“Look, all we need you to do is to buddy up with Mr All-Star and encourage him to let go for a while, besides we will pay for an all the food you need, this debit card is linked to a bottomless well and its yours to keep as long as you keep up your side of the bargain “

Gulping, Ajay reached for the card, it dawned on him what really was on offer here, all his debts paid in a heartbeat - moving to the Uk was not cheap after all, and all he had to to do was fatten up one cocky headed footballer.

“I’ll do it “

What a game, Devon was coming off a high that he could never have imagined, kicking the season off to a 5-0 win was the boost he needed - the tens thousands of fans shouting his name didn’t help either. Breaking from the field, he was practically carried up by his teammates into the changing rooms , where he was stripped down and they took the pleasure in celebrating him with slaps on the arse and towel whips.Devon loved the attention, with his hot Boyd on display he couldn’t get enough of all the homoerotic celebrations . Getting ready to leave Devon always made sure to wear the most revealing and tight clothes, his tight leather pants and jacket left nothing to the imagination, every tight bump of his body was hugged, form his protruding bubble butt to his perky pecs. However from this epic high he quickly remembered that he was going to have to go home to another cold and lonely night his mood quickly dampened. Chad - who just so happened to be out in Soho the other night, took heed of what he was seeing

“Oi Devon, wipe that pitifully mug off your face and cone to the after party “, the team jeered at this

“ You know I can’t, this body doesn’t take care of itself “

“ Just this once - come one live a little “.

Devon decided there was no need to fight this sure what could one more night of meaningless sex with the fittest broad in the club do

“ alright, alright “

And as they walked out of the changing room, Devon unfortunately dint see the the devious grin that had appeared on Chads face

As the team entered the nightclub, the entire club suddenly turned into a frenzy, rushing up to them with autographs, Devon ate all this up but he wasn’t looking forward to the end of the night. When the clatter of people had finally calmed down and his teammates dispersed, Devon went to the bar, ordering just the correct amount of alcohol to keep him lucid, he had to be careful ,coming from a long line of beer-bellied fathers each one fatter than the next he was well aware the fat gene laid dormant in his genes. As he scanned through the crowd to see which girl would be lucky to go home with him and end up in the tabloids for a good week or two, his eyes ended up on a slender man dancing on the dance-floor, he looked like everything his manager discouraged him from, and yet Devon felt his dick stirring. His brown chocolate skin contrasted with the blonde highlights in his hair, his piercings were numerous and his tattoos were definitely a mistake, his slender frame was on display for the entire club to see in his tight crop top. As Devons kept staring, and wondering why he was so drawn to this man, he made the mistake of making eye contact with this mysterious man, who was now startingto approach him. As Devon soon realised what was about to happen, the thought of running away entered his mind but his legs for some reason couldn’t move.

“ Buy me a drink at least, before you go all eyes on me “, he spoke in an rough cockney accent

“I,I.I… “, he was speechless his charm out the door no man had ever approached him with this confidence

“Why is it always the hot ones, who never have anything to say, the names Ajay, yours ‘

“You don’t know who I am’

“ “cocky much “

“Sorry, Devon, just a bit.. “

Karan smirked as he cut he off, he knew this was going to be easy, no matter what the tabloids could say, this man was gay, all he had to do was put on the charm

“Well Devon, the drink was nice but I am famished, haven’t eaten all day and I am just so broke and Mc Donald’s closes in ten minutes so I have to go “

“ Wait, - what was Devon doing, what would the media say if they saw him leaving a club with someone who looked like the gayest stereotype ever

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt Ajay pull him out from the floor and out onto the streets of London

Lurking in the corner Chad smirked once again, as the rent boy his father had hired was finally the diamond in the rough they had been looking for , that would finally lead him to being the star striker.

What was Devon doing, he had an swimwear campaign shoot tomorrow, and here he was prancing around London with this twink, where did he say again -McDonald’s, wow he hadn’t gone there since he started playing football. Ajay however was firmly in charge , and what was one night of unhealthy food compared to years of exercise? Dodging beer-crawls and drunk uni students, As they ordered, Devon realised that Karan was ordering a shit load of food, 3 large Big Macs each paired with a large fries, damn this dude was hungry -where did he put it all?

“ ahh I’m stuffed “,

Ajay proclaimed with only a couple fries down

‘What????, you just made me order this trash and now you aren’t even going to eat it “,

“Calm down, its not my fault that if I even touch this food I will literally exorcise vomit all over your pretty face, anyways why don’t you have it “

“What you don’t realise is that this pretty face is attached to an even hotter body “, proclaimed Devon as he removed his leather jacket to reveal his gunned arms flexing,

“ Calm down Mr gun show , “ Ajay realised that from the get go that this man was eager to show off all he needed was a little touching up in the correct places to ease him down and get the show on the road

“Here”,

remarked Ajay as he stuffed the cheesy burger into the footballer mouth

“Just try it”.

Devon first rejected this but as Ajay wouldn’t budge, Devon stopped resisting and took a big juicy bite of the burger. The flavours lit up in his mouth, and as the cheese dripped down from his mouth, he felt the burger enter his body on a spiritual level, filling the hole that all the kale salads in could world could not fill.

Ajay however seemed to be moving to down under the table as if he had dropped something, It wasn’t till hill started to tug down Devon's tight leather pants down that Devon realised he was looking fro something else

” Oi, we in public - quit ti “

“Calm down and eat your burger” remarked Ajay showing no signs of slowing down, he removed the expensive underwear, and passed it down Devon’s tight muscular legs, and up popped his meat - this guy was obviously not getting enough action. And as Devon stuffed the 2nd burger into his mouth ( man these things tasted good ), he felt Ajay’s soothing lips make contact his penis, he felt Karan’s tongue swirl around his penis, as it was pushed further into his mouth, somewhat dancing around it.

To stop himself from moaning outlaid he quickly grabbed the third burger followed by the glorious French fries, giving him a food orgasm partnered with a dick spasm that caused his entire body to twitch incoordination, and as Ajay swallowed his pre-cup he scooped up all he fries into his mouth, and as his fingers become numb and he felt on on the verge, Ajay climbed up out for under the table and patted his stomach.

“Stop, what are you doing? finish the job!”

“You don’t tell me what’s to do “

Ajay smirked as he started to spin his web to trap this footballer .

“Now come on, the sun rising and I’m sure you can’t be seen with the likes of me “

Devon followed this logic, and grabbed Ajay by the arm, and dragged him back to hi London townhouse, in an area of London filled with fat bankers and chubby stock markers, hoping that Ajay would finish the job, but as he reached his doorstep, he was met with a kiss on the cheek as Ajay scuttled down the streets, leaving only a phone number on a napkin that smelled like oil drenched freckles fries. Leaving Devon with only the thought that he needed more and maybe another Big Mac

With the smell of Mc Donalds on Devon's breathe as he woke up feeling groggy and already waiting to enter his bed at night , he didn’t have time for his 10k run but he assured himself that an after-noon run would have to suffice, realising the time he had to get breakfast on go as he got ready for his swimwear campaign,-something about getting Uk fatties swimming or something. Throwing on his tightest skinny jeans and his fitted jersey , he left the house knowing that anybody would die for his body and one caret day would be fine

. Arriving at the shoot ten minutes late, with a McDonald’s breakfast double sausage bagel around his mouth (what was he doing he swore off the stuff) He was met with fan girls and assistants swarming around him, undressing him and getting him ready with the rest of the team. And what a team all of the 11 footballs stripped down to their speedos flexing their biceps and leaving their bulges on the world to display looked like. Devon was of course pushed to the middle, with his strapping body covered in oils to make his tight muscles glisten. This would have annoyed Chad a couple of weeks ago ,but he was assured that when Devon's body was destroyed he would be pushed out of the frame leaving only space for Chad to shine and while Devon was called in for his private shots, Chad made himself to keep himself busy by adding metabolism halters to all of Devon's food. This dude was gonna be fattened up the easy way or the hard way.

There was a knock on the door, a couple of days later - Ajay made sure to keep this jock waiting just long enough. The door was opened to the stripped-down footballer only in his tight whites, All evidence of the private McDonald’s visit vanquished by the training he had put his body though, taking in Devon’s spectacular body it dawned on him that he had a long way to go before he developed anything close to the regular Joe fatty body. Allowing himself to be dragged to Devon’s bedroom he decided it was time to escalate things with Devon by going all the way . As his clothes were stripped down, and Devon mounted him from behind he found himself being pushed deeper and deeper into the face of Devon's superkings bed, he felt himself being entered as Devon pushed his meat deeper into him. NO foreplay, or kissing just straight to the point, he had made Devon wait too long and as he heard Devon grunt and push he knew he had had it coming to him. And with a moan and the spazzing of the leg, he felt Devon collapse next to him in the bed.

Now it was time to spin his web so as Ajay found himself being pulled closer to the hunk of muscle by his strong arms, he felt Devon's hands hold him tightly and smother him, he saw what a big softie Devon really was and thought of the perfect plan to put in motion

.So as their laid there in each others arms Ajay broke the silence

“Look, I’m only doing this because this is literally my last option , but I’ve been kicked out -something about actually paying rent or whatever, so I was wondering “

“Ajay , relax do whatever you want, your welcome to stay here as long as you want “, Devon responded finally cutting Ajay off

Wow Ajay thought this jock is going to be putty in his hands. Now all he had to was set the ball rolling

to be continued….

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

Horny Friday. I want you to order a ton of pizza for me and have me run to mcdonalds pick up another order you picked out for me. Eat everything there and try and beat the delivery guy home. If I can't beat him you get to funnel feed me gainer shakes after all the pizza. If I do beat him home I get to funnel feed you gainer shakes, after I eat all the pizza obviously

well damn I better make sure the mcd’s order is huge because I certainly don’t want to be fed gainer shakes.

this is a cute idea though - especially with something like an order tracker that will give you updates about your food - knowing that you’re falling behind on where you need to be with the first order so you have to pick up the pace. being unable to do that because fuck, you’re already getting kinda full and there’s still a burger and nuggets and a whole drink left but the delivery person is driving to the house…..the suspense, the DRAMA.

I’d imagine waiting for you when you finally get back with the pizza boxes on the table and a shit eating grin.

or better yet, I SAY I ordered delivery but once you leave to go eat your appetizer I actually just go to pick it up, so you lose this game every time.

possibilities!!

[ftm2bbw]

That's exactly it, cow. Keep feeding. Keep eating. Keep stuffing your face and bloating your already outrageously swollen body until you're completely unrecognizable as anything other than a massive, obese, lard-filled woman. Huge tits that defy bra sizes as they hang over a belly that completely overflows your lap. Thighs thicker around than your own head. Far filling every inch of you from chubby arms to thick sausage fingers to cheeks that melt into a double chin.

Your tits, your hips, your belly, undeniably a woman. Of course, it's hard to deny much of anything when I'm pouring gainer shakes down your throat, forcing even more fat into your overburdened, borderline immobile body. Can't wait until you're just a sedentary ball of lard, too fat to reach your own cunt and dependent on me for everything. Food, bathing, pleasure, medicine. Pumping you with extra E to make sure your detransition sticks.

Please…Please make me fatter…I don’t want a choice…

Nothing feels as good as letting my mind go numb as I grow, I need to be fattened up like prize livestock. No matter what it costs me, even if it risks all the work I spent putting into my transition.

I need to be fatter.

[wolfsclothing6]

I've seen you in the gym all the time bro. Every day, you are running, lifting weights, hitting the pool, or playing some racquetball with your buddies. I know that kind of lifestyle must get stressful after a while. Why don't you come up with me and have a nice mass gainer shake. I make them myself everyday, in a variety of flavors and with plenty of mix-ins available. It'll really help you put some meat on your bones.

There you go bro, keep drinking up. The gainer shakes I made here are extremely nutritious. I only use the finest quality ingredients. Top of the line protein powder, fresh fruit, and I make sure to only use the absolute freshest bear cum. The more you drink, the more you will crave. With each sip, your gut is growing bigger and bigger. Although instead of a six-pack, it looks like you are developing a keg. Not that you'll mind. In fact, I can already see you jiggling your new-found belly and tenting out your shorts a bit. Why don't you go ahead and polish off the rest of your shake.

That's it man. That's your third one, and that beginner gut of yours is a full-on beer belly. Seems like you took the freshman fifteen to heart, all the way up through your senior year! Plus, you've never been happier! Once I started telling you about your new life, offering up your mouth and ass to the hot guys who have just finished a workout, you came in your pants. A couple nice loads of jock jizz a day, maybe a small gainer shake, and you will be the most popular bro in the gym. With an ass like yours, there won't be a man here who won't want to take a turn plowing you. And with a nice soft gut like that, you will be content to just relax in the locker room or sauna, waiting for hot men to come in and offer you their cocks. Definitely a much less stressful life.

[chubmeup23]

POV: I’m eagerly waiting in bed for my gainer shakes.

[biggerfatterbelly]

More calories before bed. Haven't even had my bedtime gainer shake yet. These were just normal mcdonalds milkshakes with some cream added. Gotta do that now...

I've been more consistent than ever with my routine lately 😈

I can feel it, and the new stretchmarks are a sign it's working. Can't wait to blimp up to even bigger sizes. I wanna get HUGE.

[sterekchub]

Chris force feeding Derek the darker the better. The kink is mutual, Derek gets off on verbal humiliation of being Chris’ piggy

This screams AU (and be warned - dark, and VERY Long but…Derek loves it). Chris is a legend in the gainer community.

Derek is the CEO, sole heir to the Hale Industries inheritance, nothing but a clean image and solid reputation…and his dirty secret is he logs on to Chris' blog every few nights and jerks off imagining Chris is feeding him.

One night, Chris posts he's looking for a new pig. Promises that they'll be treated like a true hog, but threatens there are strict conditions to meet. He requires blackmail. Embarrassing videos, bank account numbers, anything to guarantee they're not backing out. Chris knows what he wants, and he doesn't want some young twink getting scared when the scale says 300lbs.

A little drunk and thinking "what the hell," Derek fills out the form, jerks off to Chris' videos, hits send, and promptly goes to bed thinking nothing about it.

The next morning a black limo is waiting for him outside his office. Chris gets out of it, screaming DILF and Derek is a CEO of a billion dollar company, has fired dozens of people, and finds himself nervous in front of him.

Chris just smiles and holds out a hand to him. "I accept. Congratulations, Derek."

(Ummm and lots of plot in between but have some random scenes)

It becomes VERY obvious before long that verbal humiliation is Derek's thing.

Chris is relentless. Feeds Derek constantly, sends him to work bloated and in a food coma, then obediently follows Chris' orders on what he's to order for lunch. Chris doesn't care if he has meetings. Doesn't care if Derek's button bursts as he sits with the board of directors, or if the BBQ and baked beans he forced Derek to have for lunch is making him gassy right before an important meeting.

Derek is his pig. He's lucky Chris is letting him even leave the house.

"Imagine what they're saying about you, Derek." "Won't be long before they start looking at this gut you're growing and wondering why you're letting yourself go." "Imagine what they'd think if they knew how desperately you wanted to get fat for me." *** Force-feeding is…really the entire relationship. Anything Derek eats, is decided on by Chris. The boost shakes he keeps in his office and faithfully sends pics to Chris with each one he's chugged down. The lunches Chris tells him to order. The huge dinners Chris prepares every night where Derek eats until his arms are tired and his belly feels ready to pop. The funnel-feedings before, during, and after sex to make sure Derek is as filled to the brim with calories as possible

Derek gets fat at a pace so rapid even he can't believe it. One morning he looks down and sees nothing but a pudgy gut and stretchmarks and swears they weren't there last week.

"I can't" Derek gasps weakly. "I have to give a press call today."

"I know. But pigs really shouldn't try to pretend to be something they aren't." Chris tells him. "Drink up."

He pours a keg of beer and as much soda as he can fit into Derek's swollen belly before dropping him off outside his office. Derek goes to the press call with a button missing from his suit- belly wide and proud like a beach ball in front of him. He belches and slurs and hiccups his way through the entire press call.

Chris replays it over and over that night as he fucks Derek. Derek's never come harder. *****

"I don't think this gut," he gives Derek's belly a solid slap, "will fit in a booth, could we get a table?"

Chris takes Derek out to eat, in jeans that look painted on and a T-shirt that is one stuffing away from rising up over his belly like a crop top. As soon as they sit down and look at the menu, Chris tells Derek what he's supposed to order.

"I'm sorry, he's such a pig," he smiles charmingly at their waiter, "I can't seem to get him to stop eating!"

Some nights, Chris will have Derek ride him, just to watch Derek starting to sweat and pant, blubber glistening and belly jiggling, and eventually has to stop to catch his breath.

"Need to stop already? Not even a minute….Finish this shake then get on all fours, pig. Fat fuck…" ***

Chris is sitting in a booth off to the side of the front counter, sipping on a soda and clearly waiting for the show to start.

Derek orders one of everything on the menu. The cashier behind the counter stares at him in confusion and asks him to repeat himself.

Derek is bright red but doesn't back down. "I'll…have one of everything."

It takes four employees to bring the entire order to his table. Derek can feel the eyes of everyone watching him, ass hanging out of his pants as he sits on two chairs and starts digging in, but all he cares about is Chris who is watching him hungrily. ****

"547," Chris reads."You were only 554 yesterday..." Derek looks down to on instinct, even if he can only see the mounds of his chest and the ever growing curve of his expansive belly. Chris catches him trying to look. "Don't worry, you haven't maxed this one out yet...but you will soon enough. What do you think about that?" "Please," Derek moans, reaching for his aching dick. There's too much of his own lard in the way. Usually Chris loves forcing Derek to rut against his own belly to try ang get himself off, teases him for looking more and more like a barnyard pig then ever. But ever since Derek passed the 500lb mark, Chris put a few new rules into place. "You know the rules, piggy. Want some help?" Derek oinks. "Good hog."