#wait gainer shakes

[blubberprincess]

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[forevergrowinghog]

Stuffing myself with some Domino's for lunch, just a part of the order. I had two Subzz Chicken Kebab and a cheasy bread with peperoni. Also had two thick shakes. So fucking stuffed, but already can't wait for my next meal. Also before this already had two huge gainer shakes and burrito's for breakfast this morning. 300 lbs incoming.

[clearlyonhere]

Results from eating and being lazy all day! How did I do?

I feel so round right now. I’m so full if I lay down I have to roll over to get up. My belly is too full to use my abs. I’m breathing shallow because all the food is crammed so tight in there. I could barely unbutton my pants. I ate so much food today! Yummy bowls of soup, candy, gainer shakes, trail mix, fried chicken, assorted drinks, and more. If you watched the video you can see how much is hanging over these pants and the way it jiggles when I play with it. I love watching it wobble after I shake it. I can only play with a little jiggle. I’m packed soooo full right now; my belly is hard underneath those layers of soft squishy fat. It’s the most amazing feeling, the jiggle over such an overly stuffed belly. I can’t wait to be softer. Grabbing handfuls of belly seems like it will be so much fun.

[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🫶🏼

[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.

[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!! 🐷🚨

[waight-gain]

Chapter 12: Honeymoon

Mike and Sam

This whole story is filled with more NSFW scenes than my previous

The sun had barely risen over the crystal-blue waters of the Caribbean when Mike woke up, his body already humming with anticipation. He rolled over, his eyes landing on the mountain of flesh that was his new husband. Sam was sprawled out on his back, his massive belly rising and falling with each breath, the sheets tangled around his thick thighs. He was a sight to behold, a landscape of rolling hills and valleys that Mike couldn't wait to explore.

Mike's hands twitched, eager to touch, to squeeze, to claim. He started at Sam's feet, tracing the arches with his fingertips, marveling at the plumpness of his soles. Sam stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as Mike's hands moved up his calves, kneading the thick muscles beneath the layer of fat. Mike chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his hands sliding up to Sam's thighs, squeezing the generous expanse of flesh.

Sam's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Morning," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep. Mike's hands roamed higher, tracing the curves of Sam's hips, his waist, before finally landing on the vast expanse of his belly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's ear. "Ready for breakfast, big boy?" he whispered, his voice laced with promise.

Sam's eyes widened, his body already responding to Mike's touch, to his voice. He nodded, his belly rumbling in anticipation. Mike chuckled, his hands squeezing Sam's belly, feeling the firmness beneath the softness. "Good," he said, his voice stern. "Because I have big plans for you today."

He rolled out of bed, his body lean and muscular, a stark contrast to Sam's soft roundness. He returned a moment later, a large funnel in one hand, a gallon of gainer shake in the other. Sam's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait.

Mike climbed back onto the bed, straddling Sam's massive body. He handed Sam the funnel, his eyes locked onto Sam's. "You know what to do, big boy," he said, his voice firm. Sam nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he positioned the funnel in his mouth.

Mike poured the shake, the thick liquid gurgling as it flowed into Sam's mouth. Sam's eyes watered, his throat working overtime as he struggled to keep up with the flow. Mike watched him, his eyes dark with lust, his cock hardening at the sight of his husband struggling to take it all. "That's it, big boy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all. Every last drop."

When the gallon was finally empty, Sam's belly was taut, the skin stretched tight like a drum. Mike set the jug aside, his hands roaming over Sam's belly, feeling the liquid sloshing around inside. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with pride. "Now, let's get you fed."

He climbed off the bed, disappearing into the kitchen. He returned a moment later, his arms laden with plates of food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast—it was a feast fit for a king. Or in this case, a feast fit for Sam.

Mike fed him, one bite at a time, his eyes locked onto Sam's as he chewed and swallowed. He teased him, holding the food just out of reach, making Sam work for it. He whispered dirty promises in his ear, his voice low and husky. "You're going to gain so much weight on this honeymoon, big boy," he murmured. "You're going to be so fat, so full, so fucking perfect."

Sam moaned, his body responding to Mike's words, to his touch. He was already sweating, his body working overtime to digest the massive meal. Mike watched him, his eyes dark with lust. He loved seeing Sam like this, loved seeing his body grow and expand, loved knowing that he was the one responsible for it.

As the day wore on, Mike continued to feed Sam, continued to pour gallons of gainer shake down his throat. He teased him, touched him, whispered dirty promises in his ear. He dominated him, owned him, claimed him. And Sam took it all, his body growing softer, rounder, fuller with each passing hour.

By the time the sun set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Sam was a panting, sweating, moaning mess. His belly was a massive, taut mound, his body so full he could barely move. Mike looked down at him, his eyes filled with pride, with lust, with love.

With an entire month sprawled out before them, Mike and Sam indulged in the limitless pleasures of the all-inclusive resort, their love nestled in the heart of paradise. The sun blazed down on them, a relentless lover caressing their skin, as they ventured out from their suite, ready to explore the sensual delights that awaited them.

Mike, ever the dominant force, led Sam through the lush gardens, his hand clasped firmly in Sam's, his eyes scanning the landscape for their next indulgence. Sam waddled behind him, his massive body swaying with each step, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to keep up. His belly, a magnificent, taut orb, led the way, stretching the fabric of his shirt to its very limits.

They started at the pool, a shimmering oasis surrounded by sun-kissed bodies and swaying palm trees. Mike claimed a plush lounge chair, easing Sam down onto it with a grunt. "Stay put, big boy," he murmured, his voice laced with command. "I'll get us some drinks."

Sam nodded, his body already sinking into the cushions, his skin glistening with sweat. He watched as Mike strode away, his lean body cutting a path through the crowd, his ass a tantalizing promise in his board shorts.

Mike returned a moment later, his arms laden with frosty glasses of piña coladas, the creamy liquid sloshing enticingly against the sides. He handed one to Sam, his eyes locked onto his husband's as he took a long, slow sip, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of the day.

Sam mirrored his actions, his eyes never leaving Mike's as he drank deeply, the sweet, creamy liquid coating his throat, filling his belly. He moaned softly, his body relaxing into the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed.

Mike watched him, his cock hardening at the sight of Sam's pleasure, at the knowledge that he was the one providing it. He leaned in, his voice low and husky. "You like that, big boy?" he murmured, his lips brushing against Sam's ear. "You like feeling that cool, creamy liquid filling your belly?"

Sam nodded, his eyes still closed, his body swaying slightly as he lost himself in the sensation. Mike chuckled, his hand reaching out, tracing the curve of Sam's belly, feeling the liquid sloshing around inside. "Good," he said, his voice firm. "Because we're just getting started."

And they were. They indulged in every decadent delight the resort had to offer, their bodies pressed close, their breaths mingling as they explored the depths of their desires. They feasted on endless platters of food, Mike hand-feeding Sam until his belly was a groaning, stretching expanse of flesh. They drank gallons of gainer shakes, Mike pouring them down Sam's throat, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Sam's body grow and expand.

They explored the resort, their bodies pressed close, their hands entwined. They ventured into the steamy depths of the sauna, their bodies slick with sweat as Mike dominated Sam, owning him, claiming him. They lounged on their personal section of the beach, the sun warming their skin as Mike worshipped Sam's body, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of his curves, his rolls, his magnificent expanse of flesh.

They fucked, their bodies joined, their breaths mingling as Mike owned Sam, dominated him, claimed him. They fucked in their suite, the air filled with the scent of their love, the sound of their moans, their cries, their whispered promises. They fucked in the pool, the cool water lapping at their skin as Mike held Sam close, his body supporting Sam's weight, his cock buried deep inside him.

The days bled into nights, the nights into days, a never-ending cycle of pleasure, of indulgence, of love. Mike dominated Sam, owned him, claimed him, his body a testament to their love, a canvas that bore the marks of their shared journey. And Sam took it all, his body growing, expanding, filling with each passing day, his heart filled with love, with lust, with a hunger that only Mike could satisfy.

As the days turned into a week, the relentless indulgence began to leave its mark on Mike as well. He looked down at his stomach one morning, noticing the slight curve that hadn't been there before.

He turned to Sam, his eyes roaming over his husband's massive form, a warm glow of satisfaction spreading through him. Sam was a sprawling landscape of flesh, his belly a magnificent, rounded dome that rose and fell with each breath. His limbs were thick, his chin had multiplied, and his ass was a luscious, gravity-defying expanse that Mike couldn't get enough of.

Mike's smile widened, his cock hardening at the sight. He was proud of Sam, proud of the changes in his body, proud of the role he played in creating them. But he also knew that he needed to maintain his own strength, his own dominance, if he was going to continue to be the man that Sam needed, the man that Sam deserved.

So, while Sam rested, his body recovering from the endless feasts, the gallons of gainer shakes, the relentless fucking, Mike took to the resort's gym. He grunted and sweated, his muscles straining as he pushed himself harder, further, always striving for more.

He started with the bench press, the barbell bending slightly under the weight of the plates. He grunted, his muscles trembling as he pushed, the barbell rising, falling, rising again. Sweat poured down his face, his chest heaving as he fought for each breath, each rep, each ounce of strength.

He moved on to the squat rack, the weight of the barbell settling onto his shoulders like a familiar lover. He squatted, his thighs burning, his ass clenching as he drove up, up, up, the weight seemingly endless, the effort herculean.

He did pull-ups, his back muscles bunching, his biceps bulging as he fought against gravity, against his own weight, against the limitations of his body. He did dips, his triceps screaming, his shoulders aching as he lowered himself, raised himself, lowered himself again.

He did curl after curl, his biceps swelling, the veins popping as he fought for each rep, each contraction, each moment of sweet, agonizing pain. He did press after press, his chest puffing, his shoulders rounding as he pushed, pushed, pushed against the unyielding weight of the machine.

And as he worked, as he sweated, as he grunted and groaned and fought, he grew. His muscles swelled, his chest expanded, his arms thickened. His stomach, already slightly rounded, grew harder, more defined, the faint outlines of abs peeking through the layer of new flesh.

He gained, his body growing, changing, adapting to the new demands placed upon it. He gained weight, yes, but he also gained strength, gained power, gained dominance.

By the end of their honeymoon, Mike had grown, his body a tantalizing mix of hard muscle and soft flesh. His arms were thicker, his chest broader, his stomach was less defined, slightly curved.

He stood before the mirror, his eyes roaming over his reflection, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He looked good, damn good, and he knew it. He was bigger, stronger, more dominant than ever before. He was the perfect complement to Sam, the hard to his soft, the dominant to his submissive.

The sun dipped low on their final day at the resort, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, a farewell symphony played out in colors. Mike, his body humming with newfound strength, packed their bags methodically, his eyes stealing glances at Sam, who was attempting to squeeze his massive frame into the clothes he had brought with him.

Sam grunted, his face red with exertion as he tried to tug his shirt down over his enormous belly. The fabric stretched taut, the hem riding up, revealing the pale, stretched skin of his underbelly. His love handles spilled over the waistband of his shorts, the elastic digging into his flesh, creating deep, red indentations.

Mike paused, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched Sam struggle. He walked over, his steps slow, deliberate, his cock already hardening at the sight. He stood behind Sam, his hands reaching around, tracing the curves of his belly, the indentations where the waistband cut into his skin.

"Look at you, big boy," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You've outgrown your new clothes. You're so fucking fat, so fucking perfect."

Sam moaned, his body leaning back into Mike's, his breath hitching as Mike's hands roamed over his body, squeezing, claiming, owning. Mike's hands slipped under Sam's shirt, his fingers tracing the taut, stretched skin of his belly, the curves of his love handles, the rolls of his back.

"Mike," Sam gasped, his body trembling, his cock hardening, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. "I… I can't… my clothes…"

Mike chuckled, his voice a low rumble in Sam's ear. "Don't worry, big boy," he murmured. "I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

He stepped back, his hands slipping from under Sam's shirt, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He walked over to their bags, his eyes scanning the contents before landing on a pair of sweatpants, the drawstring waistband a promise of comfort and expansion.

He tossed them to Sam, his eyes locked onto his husband's as he struggled to catch them, his massive body moving slow, ponderous. "Put these on, big boy," he commanded, his voice firm. "Let's get you comfortable for the trip home."

Sam nodded, his body already obeying, his hands tugging at the fabric of his shorts, the elastic snapping against his skin as he fought to free himself. Mike watched him, his eyes dark with lust, his cock hard, his body humming with anticipation.

As Sam finally managed to free himself from his shorts, Mike's eyes roamed over his body, taking in the curves, the rolls, the magnificent expanse of his belly. He was perfect, so fucking perfect, and Mike couldn't wait to get him home, to continue their journey, to explore the depths of their desires, their loves, their lives together.

With Sam finally dressed in the sweatpants, his belly spilling over the waistband, his love handles free from their elastic prison, they left the resort, their bodies changed, their love strengthened, their bond unbreakable.

The month of constant indulgence had taken a significant toll on Sam's body, the endless feasts, the gallons of gainer shakes, the relentless fucking, and the sheer decadence of their honeymoon.

Sam's body had ballooned, his frame struggling to support the massive weight he had gained. His belly was a monumental, taut dome, stretching the fabric of all of his shirts to its very limits, the hem riding up to reveal the pale, stretched skin of his underbelly. His love handles spilled over the waistband of his sweatpants, the fabric stretched tight across his massive ass, his thighs thick and powerful beneath the soft, yielding flesh.

Mike's eyes roamed over Sam's body, taking in the changes, the growth, the sheer magnitude of his transformation. He estimated that Sam had gained at least twenty pounds over the course of their honeymoon, his body a swollen, bloated, beautiful testament to their love, their indulgence, their shared gluttony.

Sam moved slowly, his body lumbering under the weight of his new flesh, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he struggled to keep up with Mike. His every movement was a symphony of jiggles and wobbles, his body a landscape of curves and rolls that shifted and swayed with each step.

Mike watched him, his eyes dark with lust, his cock hardening at the sight. He loved seeing Sam like this, loved seeing his body grown and expanded, loved knowing that he was the one responsible for it. He loved the way Sam's body moved, the way it jiggled, the way it wobbled, the way it rubbed against him, soft and yielding and so fucking perfect.

As they made their way through the resort, Mike's hand reached out, squeezing Sam's love handles, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. Sam moaned, his body leaning into Mike's touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation.

"You're so fucking fat, big boy," Mike murmured, his voice low and husky, his lips brushing against Sam's ear. "You're so fucking perfect, so fucking beautiful."

The first thing Mike did when they got home was to set up the scale in their bathroom. The gleaming digital monster squatted ominously on the tiles, a silent sentinel awaiting its subjects. Mike's eyes gleamed with anticipation, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dominance. He wanted to see the numbers, to quantify the indulgence, to revel in the physical manifestation of their shared gluttony and love.

"Come on, big boy," Mike murmured, his voice a low growl as he led Sam into the bathroom. Sam waddled behind him, his massive body moving with a slow, ponderous grace, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. His belly, a magnificent, rounded dome, led the way.

Mike positioned Sam in front of the scale, his hands on his husband's shoulders, his eyes locked onto Sam's. "Step up, big boy," he commanded, his voice firm, unyielding. "Let's see how much you've gained."

Sam hesitated, his eyes filling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he had gained, knew he had indulged, knew he had let himself go completely and utterly. But seeing the numbers, seeing the physical proof of his gluttony, was a different matter entirely.

Sam nodded, his body relaxing slightly. He stepped onto the scale, his massive body shifting, swaying, as he struggled to find his balance. The scale groaned under his weight, the digital display flickering wildly before finally settling on a number.

Mike's eyes widened, his cock hardening at the sight. "375 pounds," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, with pride, with sheer, unadulterated awe. "You've gained thirty pounds, big boy. thirty fucking pounds."

Sam's eyes filled with tears, his body trembling, his heart pounding with a mix of shock, of pride, of sheer, unadulterated happiness. He had gained thirty pounds. Thirty. Fucking. Pounds. A pound a day. He was massive, monumental, a mountain of flesh and love and indulgence.

Mike's hands roamed over Sam's body, squeezing, claiming, owning. "You're so fucking perfect, big boy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine."

Sam moaned, his body leaning into Mike's touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation, in the moment, in the sheer, unadulterated bliss of being owned, of being claimed, of being loved.

After a long moment, Mike stepped back, his eyes locked onto Sam's as he kicked off his shoes, his socks, his pants, his shirt, until he stood naked, his body showing signs of his indulgence, his hard work.

"Your turn, big boy," Sam teased, his voice soft, his eyes filled with anticipation, with excitement, with sheer, unadulterated lust at the sight of Mike's muscular body. "Let's see how much you've gained."

Mike nodded, his body humming with anticipation as he stepped onto the scale. The digital display flickered before settling on a number. Two hundred and fifteen pounds. Mike's eyes widened, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his lips.

"Twenty-five pounds," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, with pride, with sheer, unadulterated lust. "I've gained twenty-five pounds."

Sam's eyes roamed over Mike's body, taking in the changes, the growth, the transformation. His arms were thicker, his chest broader, his stomach softer just round enough to be a cute starter belly.

"You're so fucking hot, Mike," Sam murmured, his voice thick with desire, with need, with sheer, unadulterated want.

Mike's eyes darkened, his cock hardening at the sound of Sam's words, at the sight of his body, at the knowledge that they were in this together, that they were each other's, completely and utterly, forever and always.

"Forever and always, big boy," Mike murmured, his voice thick with emotion, with love, with sheer, unadulterated devotion. "Forever and always."

[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 😁

[feeder-dreams]

I feel I can be such a switch between soft feedism and hardcore feedism depending on my mood and the time of day. In the mornings I just want to softly rub my feedee’s belly in bed as we’re snuggling, telling her how soft and big she’s getting. Whereas later during the day I think wow, I can’t wait to come home, tie her up, place a funnel into her greedy mouth and pour as much melted ice cream or fattening gainer shake down her throat until her belly is taut and round, and she’s practically begging for belly rubs and attention after that. Anyone else like this?

[clearlyonhere]

Results from eating and being lazy all day! How did I do?

I feel so round right now. I’m so full if I lay down I have to roll over to get up. My belly is too full to use my abs. I’m breathing shallow because all the food is crammed so tight in there. I could barely unbutton my pants. I ate so much food today! Yummy bowls of soup, candy, gainer shakes, trail mix, fried chicken, assorted drinks, and more. If you watched the video you can see how much is hanging over these pants and the way it jiggles when I play with it. I love watching it wobble after I shake it. I can only play with a little jiggle. I’m packed soooo full right now; my belly is hard underneath those layers of soft squishy fat. It’s the most amazing feeling, the jiggle over such an overly stuffed belly. I can’t wait to be softer. Grabbing handfuls of belly seems like it will be so much fun.

[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.

[hecatelund]

Devastating: local feedee isn’t as fat as she thought she was.

I finally weighed myself for the first time since the spring, when my medical report had me at 220. I’m currently weighing in at 212, when I thought I was 230-240 this morning 😮‍💨

Idk how that happened, esp since I feel fatter than ever before, but I fully intend to make up that lost ground asap. Thank you for your support and understanding in these trying… trying times.

Fr though, if I love feeling as fat as I do at 212, I can’t wait to see how 230 actually feels, or 250 and beyond! Plus, it’s taking some of the hesitation out of trying gainer powders and shakes now that I have like 25 pounds to gain back 😈

[magickman1234]

Gothic Butterball Farm pt 1

In an old mall down south there’s a hidden farm of sorts. The barely functioning mall has most of its stalls sitting open. Empty of people outside of a few rare larger stores that were waiting for leases to end. An oddly fully intact food court with nostalgic foods and sweets of the most delicious and decadent old comfort foods. Ash and her friends often stopped by because to their delight it stayed open late and the food prices were low. Ash was your stereotypical mall goth turned fancy goth in a black dress that hugged her plump rear, open in back,bared midriff and slits with buckles up one side. She loved to show off her back rolls, her bare tummy and the dress was bare from under her tightly held breast to a bit above her bellybutton. A witchy hat, red hair and dark makeup finished her look. She eagerly ate ridliously large pizza slices the 80 pounds and 3 dress sizes she’d put on as a fat acceptance model was only a tickle to her now. The deepest spots of this place felt her drifting from mere fat liberation to uncontrollable indulgence so the mall had her favorite fatty pizza on sale when ever she arrived.

Rae her model friend and now near full partners sat across from her. Dark bluish black hair done in a well kept side cut she let dangle past her shoulders. She was a bit stoned laughing and mindlessly eating Chinese with way too much sweetness and noodles that converted to fat fast. She wore her black snug skirt that was sheer short sleeved cleavage up with the skirt ending a bit above her knees with plump bits of thigh encased in black skull tights. Everything was a bit snug now. Her breasts slightly too big for her top of her dress, her rounded belly squeezed by her dress until her VBO was undeniable as the cellulite thigh fat that bunched at the end of her stocking. Everyone could see the changes but Rae. The mall didn’t let her see or better said the thing there that delighted in her flesh being more abundant. Obesity was much closer than she ever realized. Every time she nearly realized her new weight a distraction came up. A text, her food tasted so good she closed her eyes and Ash was bigger plus her friend/lover loves thickness.

The last of the three was Brynn the auburn red haired chaos witch (though it mostly means partying) with casual crop top with band logo on black with red stripes like fire and long flown sleeves with fire. A snug pair of leggings with a similar black tone. She’s the smaller despite her slightly thicker build with more muscle than the other two. Her face had a natural roundness her pale face highlight with red lipstick and freckles covered by makeup. Though the slight rosiness of her cheeks showed through in particular the slight bit of weight she’s put on has made her cheeks poke out more. Curvy in a built almost athletic way makes it harder to notice she’s softening too. She’s a bit of a tummy gainer as it lets a bit of a tummy roll out when she sits. She used to be so meticulous about her figure but something deep within tells her to enjoy herself more and more. Her two best friends being fatter doesn’t help. To boot the poor dear had the perfect buxom figure that accepted fat in socially acceptable places. Wide broad hips and bigger breasts distracted from her softening edges. Actually she just got curvier with each pound and that nascent belly blends in too well.

Denial leeched from them any perspective or awareness of their slow descent in mindless indulgence. While none voiced it there was an odd network of judgement going on. When Ash was about to really think about her weight or saw herself in a mirror like magic Rae might belch like a slob. Ash would shake her head at Rae letting herself go. Perhaps Rae might bump into something easier and right then Ash bends over for something and her super tight clothes creak or groan before rip! The thought is dropped to help with the wardrobe malfunction. Brynn was like a ping pong ball watching her two chunky friends gobble up sweats, outgrowing clothes and get wider with obviously softer faces. One of them used to be the chubby goth now only one of them was merely becoming chubby. Honestly that judgment loop was as snug as their panties’ waistbands were getting. All three got up for seconds the kind workers gave them for free. The influence of the mall made them forget they ever got up as several groans and pained whines as their bellies distended with too much food. They couldn’t stop themselves because the aura of hunger in the place made them ravenous despite the obvious discomfort of being completely full. Too busy judging each other no one questioned the dessert course they were brought without ordering it.

Ash could swear her lover Rae was looking a bit fatter suddenly but she got a text from her friend about later that night and forgot. Brynn felt her clothes slightly feel like they’d shrunk and felt it was harder to tug into place. She blushed for a second before the hot punk girl at the pizza place winked at her. She blushed further and forgot her discomfort. In fact she finished her dessert faster or what was left of it.

“Hey, did you know they opened like a new retro store like the old hot topic?” Rae chimed after a text.

“Oh really? I never got to see the old hot topic before it changed,” frowned Brynn.

“We should take you! You’d love it!” Smiled Ash.

Brynn smiled too.

“I’ll look it up, wait it’s already opened here!?! I wonder where it is?” Rae asked looking it up online.

“I wonder how we could miss it? This place is so dead,” Ash said with confusion.

“What’s the name of it Rae?”

“That’s the extra weird part it’s called Gothic Farms,” Rae’s face crinkled. “Like the reviews are high but there’s no explanation.”

“Well I love farms!” Laughed Brynn. “Is it a weird gothic themed cottage core?”

“I really can’t find images but lots of reviews. People are saying there’s great selection of clothes, band merch, and oh cool it looks like that serial killer comic from when we were in high school has its next series there.”

“It’s got a good book selection for nerds, too,” Brynn was digging into the reviews. “It sounds like you’d love it Ash.”

“We’ve got to go see this place if it’s real,” Ash snickered. “It sounds too perfect but what else can we do right now?”

“I’m in. It feels like high school. Mall walking and hot topic before running to a party,” added Rae.

A joyous wave went through the mall and things stirred in readiness. The girls forgot to use good internet logic and look at the profiles connected to the reviews but no one did. In their defense it’s just a mall store. What could happen? It will be great, boring or bad but some mindless distraction never hurt anyone. Not in a mall. The three began their trek to that section of the mall. It was like destiny they found it on the kiosk next to their table. It was a bit arduous with such full bellies and they’d been doing more mall sitting than walking but they made it. No one consciously noticed it but tummies went slack (empty but fleshier) and growled like they had never eaten to begin with as the Gothic Farms came into view.

[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….