Balthazar's Stories of TF

Adding a caption to this one coz it was uncomfortably quiet scrolling back. Pretend this was here the whole time.

Dusty_f on insta! After deciding he was unhappy with his toned body, he chubbed up over 100lbs, and he's all the happier for it :D.

He actually gave an interview on the subject to GayStarNews:

“My weight gain was on purpose. I used to strive to be a huge muscled dude with abs. I started lifting weights in 2012 and worked hard at lifting and counting calories and macros for a few years. However, I just wasn’t increasing my size like I wanted to. I had always been envious of beefier muscled bears, so in 2015 I decided to go that route to increase my size … I wanted to become a bear.”

My clothes are starting to feel really tight. Maybe I should chug more cream?

Uffff que gordito que estás 🫦 que comiste?!

Jajajaja, tome mucha leche… 🫃

Ugh, honey, you're so fat! What did you eat? 🫦

Hahaha, what did I eat? You know... I drank a lot of milk…🫃🫃🫃

Does this picture inspire a short story for you??

"Tyler? Baby? What are you doing out here?" I ask, exhausted from work and half out of my mind.

   I was expecting to lay eyes on him the second I came home — to see him sitting on the couch like a big ol' overripe watermelon, watching TV and nodding off... like usual.

I was expecting messy-haired Tyler. Un-showered Tyler. Sleepy Tyler. Beautifully disheveled, and a little bit smelly Tyler — but, instead, I unlocked the door and stepped into an empty apartment.

He was missing from the couch… and he didn't answer me when I called his name.

It wasn’t until I looked out at our balcony and saw a bloated silhouette leaning against the railing that I realized where he was… and, when I stepped outside, I found myself even more surprised.

“What are you wearing?” I say, flabbergasted by the sight of him in the brown lingerie set that I bought for him several months ago, before he got pregnant — a set that he’s only now wearing for the first time.

“The baby and I had a good day.” He answers, beaming. Somehow his crooked smile outshines the sun. “I wanted to look good for you when you came home.”

“Well… you look stunning.” I tell him.

I usually head straight to the bedroom after work… take off my clothes, get showered, and wash the muck off my hands. Now, though, my grimy hands reach directly for his beautiful belly, smearing them with black residue.

“Is this gonna be a daily thing now?” I ask cheekily.

“I don’t know.” Tyler answers. “You may wanna ask your son. If he keeps behaving in there, like he did today, maybe I’ll keep this up.”

“Well… if he’s anywhere as energetic as you are, I’d better enjoy this time while it lasts.”