193lbs from 148lb

About to break back into 200s and don’t miss out!

(ID: satr588)

Keith loved being full. There was no feeling that beat when his belly was digesting someone.

It always impressed him how he could melt down 200 pounds of man-meat into a couple extra pounds on his body, a little bit more muscle, and a lot of shit.

It was no different this time; He had been working on this one for about 3 days. This meal was almost done moving through him, and he could feel his body getting bigger. There was one problem...

Getting dressed when he was full was never easy.

His red flannel slid over his arms with no issue, though the new tightness in his biceps and shoulders told him he may need to go up a size soon.

He pulled the two sides of the shirt together to button, but they stopped about an inch apart. He did his best to squish his fat, but it was no use. The big man grunted, irritated, and dropped the ends of the shirt.

The denim pressed into his legs as he did his best to shimmy into his pants. With a bit of effort, they successfully slid over his butt. The seams were strained, but it was doable. As long as he didn't sit down...

Now came the biggest challenge; the front button. He flexed his abs, his belly squelching as it pressed inward. Wincing, he pulled the flaps together, closer, closer...

It was too tight. He exhaled, dropping his hands to his sides. His gut sloshed downward, and he moaned. A small groan emitted from inside him, and a belch worked its way up from the depths of the belly.

Urrrrp. He gave the gut a slap and sighed. Guess it was gonna be another day of sweatpants and hoodies.

Before he changed, though, he turned to his mirror and snapped a picture. He saved it to a folder filled with dozens of similar photos.

Am I cuddle worthy?

I did manage to stay awake this time to take plenty of photos and videos during and after my stuffing! This was taken towards the end of the stuffing!

radar if he locked in

Footsteps come from down the hall and he shifts, knowing what is coming. He can't see, but he hears the door to his cell swing open, the panicked cries of another man, and the sound of a guard struggling to control him.

For years they've had him down here, cleaning up every royal mistake, brutal killer, and foreign delegation that failed to negotiate peace. At first it horrified him, his body used against his will, treated like a living meat grinder. But then the feeling of being so unnaturally full, so painfully stuffed he could hardly stand it became familiar, and after he found pleasure in the pain he knew that even if he escaped, he could never go back.

The struggle in front of him intensified. Voices raised, shoving, a different voice asking for mercy as the man felt warm, unwilling hands pressed against his face. He opened wide and began swallowing when he felt the fingers in his mouth. As he gulped, he felt metal slide through his lips.

"You're going down with me," one of the voices shouted at the other. A second hand was forced into his mouth and again he gulped, gripping both like steel with his powerful throat.

More struggling shook him as he continued to swallow, the cold taste of metal and some kind of fabric both passing down his throat at once. He let out a low moan, his throat far fuller than usual. His belly was going to be so full.

As he gulped, the heads slid down his throat as both men continued to struggle, against each other and against him. As the second shoulder made its way into his mouth, he slowed. This was far, far larger than anything he had ever swallowed all at once before, and swallowing became harder. He shook his body, trying to position just right. A few hard swallows later, and the widest part of both of them had slipped in, slowing inching towards his stomach.

Both men still flailed as he continued to drag them in. Footsteps down the hall got his attention - barely - as he continued to scarf down his meal. The door flew open as he gave another gulp, feeling the chests of his dinner passing down his jaws.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" a voice yelled out.

He felt a sudden tug as the metallic man was yanked hard from the outside. His throat gripped the fresh meat like a vice and he gave another swallow, pulling his meal further into his belly. No one was going to take away his dinner.

Two voices shouted in front of him as he gave a few more gulps. The pulling grew harder, but the grip of his esophagus was tighter than any chain the crown had to offer.

"I just need a better grip!" he heard one of the voices yell. As the other voice shouted in protest he felt fingers in his mouth again and gave another gulp. The waist of both men slid into his mouth, along with another hand.

"Pull me! PULL ME!" he heard the voice shout again. Instinctively, he gave a few gulps, pulling the hand in past the wrist and clamping down tightly. The new voice screamed in panic as he tried to pull back, but to no avail.

The man kept swallowing, feeling the thighs of his first course slide down his gullet and the forearm of his dessert slide deeper in. Footsteps ran down the hall away from his cell as he swallowed again, the knees of the first two men sliding into his throat.

He felt a hand pushing against his face in a desperate bid for survival. The man was trying to push against his face to get him to release, but in return he only swallowed harder and faster. Calves and ankles passed his lips as he swallowed, the original meal rapidly dumping into his stomach, still alive and angrily fighting one another. As the feet of his original meal disappeared down his throat, his new meal continued his struggle, begging for help as his head entered the hungry man's jaws.

He could feel the struggling in his stomach as the voice of the man he was still gulping down became muffled by his stomach. With a few powerful swallows, he felt the man's shoulders slide into his throat, followed by the metallic surface of his torso. His recently-loosened throat was eager and ready for the meal, dragging him down quickly past his waist.

Several sets of footsteps echoed down the hall and the door flung open once more, with several men entering the room together. Several of them shouted and he felt his meal being tugged hard. His throat was far stronger and only continued to pull the man in, his knees sliding down his throat at a rapid pace. With a few powerful gulps, the man pulled his meal's ankles into his mouth as a commanding voice from across the room shouted.

"Stop! Get back! It's too late, we can do nothing here."

As the pulling stopped, he gave a few more gulps and the man's feet disappeared down his throat. The third man settled into his stomach, the sensation of three men in his stomach bringing him very close to the edge. As they struggled, he let out a soft moan, the sensation impossible to ignore. His cock twitched and dripped at the feeling, and as he let out a long, low belch he felt himself start to shoot on the floor. His belch shifted into a gutteral moan as he heard the guards in the room shift uneasily.

"This is why we bring the guilty in with three guards," the voice said in an exhausted tone, "and why you are not supposed to try to pull anyone out if the get stuck. We can't help them now, everyone leave."

Somber footsteps echoed down the wall as his stomach began to churn. The three men inside of his stomach let out muffled cries for help to an empty room as the walls around them began to excrete large quantities of acid, dousing their skin as the painfully strong stomach walls squeezed them like a vice.

The man rested on his stomach, the shuffling and churning inside making him tired and satisfied.

As hours passed, the struggling stopped, and the solid feel of their bodies had softened. He could hear the sound of metal knocking together - the sound of his belly emptying the metal shells inside of him. His stomach let out wet, low groans as it dumped the thick nutrient paste into his intestines, the distribution of weight changing rapidly in his body. He leaned his head on his full, sloshy belly and started to fall asleep.

He woke the next morning to awful indigestion. His stomach was empty, the men fully absorbed into his body, but the metal of their armor remained. He heard footsteps down the hall as he heaved, each piece of armor making its way up one at a time and landing on the floor with a dull clatter. Helmets, braces, parts of the chestplate, one at a time he heaved up the slimy metal shells of his jailers.

He heard the cell door open just as the final and most difficult piece - a metal helmet - finally game popping out of his throat and clanging on the ground, rolling in the direction of the door.

"Oh fuck..." he heard a voice whisper.

"Yeah, less than a day," another replied.

"Do you think there's anything left?"

"No," the other voice said, the sound of the helmet being kicked echoing on the walls, "mark it down."

He heard the sound of someone scratching into the stone, a ritual of the guards every time one of their own was lost to him.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” Roger asked. He was slowly starting to come around after being hit on the back of the head. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was tied to a wall, both his hands strapped by ropes above his head, making him look like he had formed the letter “I.” As he looked around, he saw several of his friends sitting in front of him, all tied and bound with their mouths covered. They looked like they all had fear in their eyes.

“What the fuck?! Are you guys ok??” Roger asked. This wasn’t right. Him and his friends were the most notorious group around. How the fuck did they get in such a bad situation? He couldn’t remember anything. Someone must have gotten the jump on him but who? The guys all looked at him and struggled against their restraints, unable to do much else except grunt in frustration.

”Shit, we gotta get out of here!” Roger said, trying to yank at the ropes holding him. Despite being 6’ 2” and fairly muscular, he was having no luck.

“I’d save my energy, if I were you,” a voice said.

“Huh? Who’s there?! Show your face, fucker!” Roger spat. As he squinted, he saw a figure emerge from behind where his friends stood. He tried to make out the features of who it was as they came into view. The figure slowly got closer to Roger. Finally, he could see who had spoken to him from the shadows.

“Charlie? Is that you?” Roger asked. Charlie had been Roger’s best friend back when they were in grade school, but eventually Roger realized Charlie was holding him back from his true potential and he decided to cut him loose. Since then, Roger became more of a bully to Charlie throughout high school and even college. From his perspective, Roger was trying to toughen Charlie up but it never seemed to work. When Roger formed his gang with his friends, Charlie wanted nothing to do with it.

“Yes, Roger. It’s me.” Charlie didn’t smile or show any real emotion. It was rather scary for Roger. He’d never seen Charlie come off so cold.

“The fuck is going on? What happened?” Roger demanded.

“Easy. I lured you into a fairly simple trap along with your cronies here and it went without a hitch. I’m actually a little disappointed there wasn’t much of a fight,” Charlie said.

“A trap? For what? What’re you planning on doing?”

“I want you to stop being the asshole you’ve turned into. I’ve watched you torment the people of this neighborhood for years, including me, and enough is enough. I’ve taken matters into my own hands,” Charlie said.

“You? Really? The fuck are you gonna do? You’re a spineless punk who’s not worth licking my boots clean!” Roger shot back. His fuse was already running out and he was about to lose himself.

“Careful, Roger. Don’t make me plug that loud mouth of yours.”

“How the fuck you gonna do that? You don’t have it in you!” Roger said.

“I’m warning you. Quiet down or one of your friends here isn’t going to like what happens next,” Charlie was starting to lose his cool, too.

“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t hurt any of them. This is all a scare tactic against me and it isn’t going to work cause you’re all bark and no bite!” Roger had had enough. He began pulling on his restraints again. He swore he felt them starting to come loose.

“Is that so?” Charlie said. He grabbed one of Roger’s friends, Daniel, and marched him up to Roger. Daniel looked terrified as he tried to guess what was going to happen.

“Sup, Daniel? Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Charlie will chicken out and let you — mmph!” Roger was cut off. Charlie had grabbed Daniel and shoved him headfirst into Roger’s mouth. Roger’s eyes shot right open. The fuck was Charlie doing?! Roger felt Daniel slowly get pushed to the back of his throat, his hair tickling the roof of his mouth.

“I warned you, Roger, to shut your mouth but you didn’t listen. Now I’ve had to use Daniel to do it for me. Don’t panic, though. I won’t hurt Daniel. He’ll be perfectly fine. Well, assuming you’re nice to him,” Charlie said as he pushed Daniel more. Daniel tried to thrash around but the ropes were making it really difficult.

Roger was trying to figure out what Charlie meant. How would he be nice to Daniel? As he pondered, Daniel hit the back of Roger’s throat. Then, without warning, Roger’s body forced him to swallow. Daniel’s head was pulled down Roger’s throat, his shoulders and chest entering his mouth now. Oh, fuck, Roger thought. This is what Charlie meant! He was going to make him swallow Daniel! That sick bastard!

Roger made muffled sounds to Charlie and Daniel in hopes they would stop. Daniel was making it worse by struggling, forcing his body to swallow more to try to get some air. Meanwhile, Charlie was starting to stop pushing now, letting Roger’s body do the work.

“Well, looks like Daniel wants to keep going. Better finish this up, Roger,” Charlie said as he went up to Roger’s face and tilted it up. In doing so, gravity had a greater impact on Daniel, forcing him more into Roger’s throat and mouth. Daniel started to struggle harder, unintentionally helping gravity feed Roger. Roger’s eyes widened again. This couldn’t be happening, could it? Daniel was now down to his waist in Roger’s mouth and Roger’s stomach was starting to bloat out to make room.

Roger did everything he could to fight back, the tears of the pain starting to form at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t let them fall, though. He was not about to give Charlie the satisfaction. He swallowed on, sending Daniel further into his stomach, making his way past his butt and legs, leaving just his feet. With one final swallow, he sent Daniel all the way in and let out a big gasp, finally able to get air into his lungs.

“Holy shit, what the fuck did you just make me do?!” Roger said. He looked down at his stomach and his eyes almost popped out of this head. His gut was huge, having burst out of his shirt and jacket, the hairy orb taking up the room in front of him! Not only that, it was shaking, its captive trying to find a way out. Roger’s belly sloshed and groaned from all the movement, making Roger want urgently to grab his stomach to calm it down.

“Simple, Roger,” Charlie said cooly. “You’ve made it well known to me and everyone else that you torment how much these people mean to you. I just decided to help make sure they’re somewhere that you’ll never have to miss them.” Charlie walked over and placed a hand on Roger’s shaking stomach. He very clearly felt Daniel inside, squirming his hardest to get out of his new home. Roger stared at the sight in awe, not sure what to do, not that he could really do anything.

“You better…get him…the FUCK…out of me,” Roger panted, Daniel’s struggles really taking a toll on him.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. You’d have to get him out,” Charlie said. He looked over at the other three gang members. They all looked absolutely mortified. Charlie sized each one up and down. Joey, the largest of the bunch, was 6’ 4”, 270 pounds and a fairly warm brown skin complexion. Joey typically dealt with getting the money from the illicit transactions the group did. He was also in charge of getting rid of anyone in his way, though, thankfully, he hadn’t needed to do that yet. Miles, on the floor next to Joey, was smaller at 5’ 7” and 165 pounds. He handled the books to cover the money coming and going. He preferred taking a more laid-back approach than his fellow members, not wanting to get mixed in too much. Lastly was Nathan, a middle range of both. He was 6’ 0” and around 220 pounds. He kept watch over Roger’s back, making sure no one got in his way. He preferred being more muscle than anything else, and this afforded him the opportunity to do so.

Charlie skimmed them all. He knew Roger wasn’t going to stop what he was doing over just one member, so he was prepared to lower the numbers. He walked over to Nathan, yanked him up, and marched him over to Roger.

“What the hell are you going to do with Nathan?” Roger asked, cringed as his gut continued to shake. Charlie took Nathan and shoved his face into Roger’s gut.

“Do you hear that, Nathan?” Charlie asked. Nathan started panicking, wanting to be anywhere but there. “That’s the sound of someone getting what they deserve.” Roger’s gut seemed to shake more. Charlie pulled Nathan up and looked at Roger. Roger was still trying to catch his breath when Charlie shoved Nathan into his mouth. His eyes immediately bulged out, wanting to yell but unable to get anything out. Nathan, for his part, was trying his best to flail and shake off Charlie but stopped. Charlie was completely in control of the situation. He continued to push Nathan in, getting Roger to swallow beyond his head, then his shoulder, then his torso. Charlie decided to step back at this point.

“Well, well, Roger. It looks like you have quite the mouthful. You best swallow the rest if you want to get some air that I can tell you so desperately need.” Charlie smiled. It was true; Roger’s airway was completely blocked and the only way fix it was to swallow down Nathan. He absolutely hated the idea but knew there was nothing to be done. He begrudgingly started to swallow on his own, slightly tilting his head back to get gravity to help. He felt this stomach start to bulge even more, Nathan joining Daniel. Daniel started fighting more frantically, his room being taken up very quickly by Nathan. Finally, with one last gulp, Roger managed to swallow the rest of Nathan down, immediately dropping his head to stare at his belly. It was positively massive and shaking like an earthquake from what was happening within. It continued to grow and bulge out, the last of Nathan finding his way inside. Roger did his best to get air into his lungs, his head starting to swim from what was happening.

“Atta boy, Roger. I knew you could do it.” Charlie came over and gave Roger’s belly some solid rubs, feeling Nathan and Daniel panicking inside.

“Charlie, stop, this has gone way too far!” Roger said between labored breaths. His belly was still swelling out as the last of Nathan made its way inside. “You’re gonna make me pop!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I wouldn’t let that happen to you,” Charlie said, standing in front of Roger, rubbing his belly. It felt tight, Daniel and Nathan groaning inside, still bound and gagged from Charlie’s work. There was little they could do. “Ya know, I heard two’s a party but three is a crowd. I don’t know if I believe that. Should we find out?” Charlie asked as he stepped away and walked over to Joey, who was struggling like mad as he knew what was coming.

Roger also started to panic. “Charlie, you can’t be serious! There’s no fucking room in me! He’s got nowhere to go!” Suddenly, Roger’s belly let out a loud rumble. It almost sounded like it was…hungry? Roger looked at his belly in surprise.

“Sounds to me like you need more, not less. I’m just giving you what you want!” Charlie said with a wicked grin. He grabbed Joey by the scruff of his neck and stood him up. This was going to be quite the challenge for Roger, but Charlie knew he could do it. He pushed Joey forward, who stumbled, still slightly dazed. Once they got to Roger, Charlie turned to Roger and smiled. “Alright, open up!”

“Charlie, enough! There’s no way I can do this and you know it! You made your point! Let him and Miles go!” Roger pleaded. It had been a while since he had felt so backed into a corner. Charlie really did hold all the power here, and he’d have to try to negotiate for once instead of using force to get out of this. Unfortunately for him, Charlie was nowhere near interested.

“I said ‘OPEN’!” Charlie said, giving Roger’s belly a kick. In doing so, not only did it jostle some gas in Roger’s gut, it forced out an extra large burp, giving Charlie his opportunity. He lined Joey up and pushed him in as hard as he could. Roger immediately felt his throat bulge as Joey hit the back of his throat. Joey was easily the biggest of the bunch. There was no way he could do this! And yet, there was nothing to do but swallow. As Charlie pushed, Joey began his descent into Roger, feeling his throat muscles squeezing him. Against his big frame, it was especially tight, but Roger kept going. Joey’s shoulders proved to be a challenge. Roger’s eyes started to water again. This was beyond torture. Charlie didn’t give up, though, and shoved more. Eventually, they, too, made it into Roger’s throat and headed down. After that, it was smooth sailing. Charlie casually pushed as Joey went down, forcing Roger’s belly to grow again and the men inside to get closer and closer together. Finally, Joey’s feet entered Roger’s mouth and he gave one more big swallow, immediately catching his breath as he watched his stomach swell to a size he never could imagine.

“What…have you…done?!” Roger gasped out, completely shocked at what had happened.

“What I needed to. All of you are a menace and it was time to knock you down a peg,” Charlie said as he turned to Miles. Miles caught his eye and began to do what the other three had tried: thrash to get away. Charlie started walking towards him.

“Charlie…please,” Roger got out, sounding out of breath. His body had been put through more than he could ever have imagined and he had no more energy to give. Charlie ignored him and continued walking towards Miles. He knelt down but, to the surprise of Roger and Miles, he didn’t pick Miles up and bring him to Charlie. Instead, Charlie…took off his mouth cover and cut him loose. Miles stared at him in shock.

“I think my point has been made, and you were always the more reasonable one of this bunch. You can go, but I’d suggest you keep this a secret,” Charlie said to Mason. He gave a quick smile but went back to looking stern. Miles didn’t say a word. He nodded quickly, and then he bolted as quick as he could while looking naturally. Once Miles was out of view, Charlie turned back to Roger. “Now…how are we feeling?”

Roger looked out of this world, his stomach taller and wider than the rest of Roger several times over. It gurgled and groaned, shaking as the three inside fought against their constraints. “Do you even need to fucking ask,” Roger said. He felt sick, wanting to rub his stomach so bad. “Help a guy out?”

Charlie decided to oblige and walked over. He put his hands on Roger’s stomach and rubbed. It was firm to the touch, though Charlie could makeout the forms of the men inside. “Way to be the big man on the streets,” Charlie joked.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you and keep rubbing,” Roger said with a slight grimace. His stomach was beyond in pain, but the rubs were helping somewhat. His stomach was still gurgling and sloshing like crazy, but at least the pain was easing. “So now that you’ve made me eat my crew, what’s your plan?”

“Me? Oh, I’m done. Now that these assholes are off the streets, I expect things, and you, will calm down.” Charlie kept rubbing while admiring his work. “Ah, one more thing.” He stopped briefly to remove the ropes around Roger’s hands. Once free, Roger stretched his arms and then put them on his belly, now truly getting to feel his newfound growth.

“Well, it’s true I won’t be roaming around for a while. Not with this thing,” Roger said, patting his gut. The men inside squirmed, making him wince. “These fucks need to calm down in there.”

“Would you? I bet it’s pretty tight where they’re at,” Charlie smirked.

“Even still, goes to show they weren’t as tough as I thought they were. Good riddance,” Roger slapped his belly, causing an extra loud gurgle to emit.

“So, you gonna keep them in there?” Charlie asked.

“Do I have a choice? You getting them in there was already unbelievable. No fucking way I’m gonna be able to throw them up,” Roger said. “But damn, how am I gonna get home?”

“I can help with that. My pickup is around the corner. Plenty of room in the bed,” Charlie said as he continued rubbing. Roger looked at him and smirked.

“Well, ain’t that a nice gesture? Where did that cold, badass fucker who did this to me earlier go?” Roger asked.

“He got what he needed and bailed. Now you just get regular ole me, the guy who used to be your best friend.” Charlie looked into Roger’s eyes. Roger immediately could see the coldness from his eyes was gone. Back was the warmer, friendlier Charlie that Roger had forgotten about. Why did they stop being friends? When did Roger decide to leave him behind?

Roger’s stomach lurched. The men inside were still wriggling around. “Ugh, these assholes are exhausting. This is gonna take some getting used to,” Roger said, helping Charlie rub his gut in an attempt to soothe it.

“You gonna be able to walk with all this?”

“I’ll manage. No way am I letting these clowns slow me down,” Roger said, taking a step forward. His gargantuan gut wobbled as he moved, but Roger maintained his posture. “I’m not a quitter, you know that!”

“You’re also stubborn as an ass,” Charlie said, smiling to himself. “I gotta say, I expected you to be way more upset about all this.”

“Oh, I was,” Roger started, still walking forward, “but after thinking on it, I’m way more impressed you could do all this. Didn’t know you had it in you!” Roger looked at Charlie and gave him an approving nod. His belly let out a loud gurgle, seemingly giving its approval, too. The gang inside were still struggling, but to no avail.

“I didn’t either. Something came over me, but I’m glad it all worked out. You need to turn things around, Roger. You’re better than this,” Charlie said, helping Roger move forward. Roger was starting to pick up the pace, the belly being less of an obstacle.

“Look, I get it, alright? Point made. This thing,” Roger poked his belly, “will be a permanent reminder. Though damn is my food budget gonna explode now that I’m eating for four.”

“That’s…my fault, so I’ll pitch in, don’t worry. For now, let’s get your bloated ass home. It’s been a long day,” Charlie said.

“Smart. You remember where I live?” Roger asked. His stomach groaned and glorped. He let out a solid BUUUURRRP, feeling his bellymates get angry. “Fuck, settle down, assholes! This is your home, now. Get used to it!” he shouted at his belly, giving it a punch.

I have tried looking for guys into this fetish B4 but I didn't find much tbh. Nevertheless, this is kinda a good idea, imagine if I post this picture and start compiling people's messages and reactions 😝🥵.

What do you think? Should I create a Grindr account and do this? Lemme know. Also, should this be the first pic? 😂

I have and it feels like heaven. Just thinking about how powerful I feel doing it makes me happy 😝⛺