Buck the Belly

This has been a decades long endeavor for Buck! This was him about 18 & at the start of college, at 140 lbs. Buck was fairly active throughout school & growing up, playing several different sports

Buck become aware of a side of him pretty early on in life..but once he was in college he was able to finally let go a bit & embrace this side 🐽. He grew to 175 lbs by the time he was 21.

But after a while Buck ended up losing weight over the next year & got back down to 135 lbs & was in the best shape of his life by the time he was 22

But after a while of his perfect bod Buck started to slip up and got lazy and started to depend on fast food for meals and he wasn’t really paying all that much attention to his weight. This led to Buck to get up to 185lbs

During this time, Buck spent a month averaging 7k calories per day, downing heavy cream & gainer shakes, it was incredible. He blew up over that month. But unfortunately it came at a cost & some health issues popped up & Buck lost some of the weight again. Only managing to get down to 170lbs.

Which brings us to this time. Buck started to slip into his old ways throughout the holidays, & that only pushed him to lean into these habits as the year began & continued, pushing me up to 205lbs.

Buck now now has a serious fast food addiction and says he hasn’t cooked in weeks!!

So all those awesome female feeders/encouragers/enablers can find us! (And then maybe feed us!)

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.

                You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

                Everything, that is, but your weight.

                You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

                You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

                And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you  love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…

Jeans may be slightly different, but otherwise the same outfit from the beginning of August until there’s one week left of September.

An update not quite halfway through September to this same outfit. There are a lot fewer wrinkles in this shirt than there were initially.

Let me give you a few examples.

I love how their bellies start to weigh them down and cause them to hunch over.

That little pose of a fatty putting their hands on their hips to try to stand up strait.

Their once confident stride turning into a wobbly waddle, hips and belly too wide to walk normal anymore.

Having to lean back while seated because their rounded belly won’t allow them to lean forward.

Trying without luck to squeeze past people without bumping into them.

No longer being able to be seated at booths at restaurants.

And there are a lot more too.

How’s my progress been over the past month? Up 14 pounds already & think I want to try & push myself to 20 pounds by the end of the month!