Ended up going from 289 to 303 during the holidays... does it show?
Holiday season, making big boys BIGGER đ¤¤
I think the holidays got the best of me đĽľđˇ
noise dept.

titsay

Andulka
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Aqua Utopiaď˝ćľˇăŽĺşă§č¨ćśăç´Ąă
Game of Thrones Daily
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
h
Peter Solarz
DEAR READER
art blog(derogatory)
RMH


â
$LAYYYTER

oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros
tumblr dot com
Today's Document
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Peru

seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Albania
seen from United States
@chubman21212
Ended up going from 289 to 303 during the holidays... does it show?
Holiday season, making big boys BIGGER đ¤¤
I think the holidays got the best of me đĽľđˇ

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
The Gamer Boy
*******
Themes: POV, HUMILIATION, force feeding, secret fattening, male weight gain, gamer, influencer, social media based humiliation, fit to fat.
*******
For a lot of guys, gaming was definitely the best way to relax, or satisfy that competitive urge or the endless amount of boredom that seems to only be quelled by a few rounds of whatever game you fancied playing with your friends.
It was an innocent comment that started you on your path to where you are now, you were laughing with the guys when one of them said...
"We should record this stuff"
And so you did, not necessarily thinking anything of it, maybe a few more followers potentially but nothing special.
The end result, however, was far bigger than anything you could have imagined. You'd managed to amass a few thousand followers with only a few short videos, your friends were a little jealous, there's wasn't taking off like that but they knew the reason.
The thing was, you were attractive. Masculine features, sharp jawline everything that seemed to appeal to the girls and gay guys who took up a fair portion of your following, backed up by the rest of the gaming community. You were becoming a recognised name, and unfortunately for your friends... you let it get to your head...
*******
"Ughhh... stop asking about those guys, look they got jealous and I needed better players bro, when your climbing the ranks you don't need someone slowing you down..." you explain...
You were getting a bit sick of the questions, 'wheres your old group', 'I used to love those videos', it felt endless... you check yourself in the facecam, flexing a bicep as you grin into the camera... didn't they know you were the main event...
"Thanks bro for the gift... and yeah my body is pretty banging" you laugh to yourself, feigning a humbleness that was outweighed by an arrogant smirk...
You glance over at the pile of gifts in the corner. Ever since some guy had leaked your address you'd be getting them, first you felt a little nervous, but you were soon able to differentiate the genuine good gifts from the... well... slightly more creepy ones... it made sense that they wanted to send you things...
DING DONG!
"Another gift for me from one of you guys... damn boys you'll make my ego too big" you laugh again going to answer the door... slightly confused to see a pizza boy standing at the door...
"Extra large pepperoni?" He asks...
"What?... uhhh I didn't order a pizza bro... you got the right house?" You respond...
"Definitely the right address... its been payed for too so I guess you could keep it... or I could take it back-" he explains with a smirk...
"Yeah I'll take it bro" you grab the box... a gift from a fan probably, what was important was that it was free...
You walk back into the room... sitting down in the gaming chair...
"Damn which one of you guys sent me a pizza... above and beyond man... but free is free and you boys know I deserve it..."
You open the box... pulling out a slice as the greasy cheese stretches as you pull it to your mouth...
"Fuckin' tasty bro... thanks to whoever it was" you say between mouthfuls...
You go back to your game... periodically eating the pizza until its all gone...
*******
*urpp*
You rattle the can of soda... kissing your teeth as you realise its empty... half paying attention to the game as you lean down to your new minifridge... pushing past the gifted stack of chocolate bars before grabbing a new can...
"Bro theres so many sweats on tonight, like its ridiculous my teammates suck" you say... getting angry at the game...
It was always the teammates... you just kept dying over and over with no healing... at least that meant time for snack breaks...
Because you never really did gift openings on stream, the day a mysterious fan sent a pizza and you thanked him for it seemed to spark a different approach in your fans... now they just seemed to send you food... swiss chocolates... full fat cola... luxury sweets... it was getting a little out of hand... especially with the fan who seemed to be sending a pizza to your house daily...
Of course you weren't dumb... you knew that all this junk wasn't good... for a while you tried binning the pizza... but it just seemed so wasteful... you tried leaving it till when you were hungry... but every time you walked past the fridge you found yourself grabbing a slice... on most days reaching in to scrape the bottom of the plate... whoops...
The game finishes and you lean back... staring at the screen as you let out another trapped burp...
"Ughhhh need a new game at this point honestly" you say aloud... you glance into the chat expecting to see suggestions and a comment catches your eye...
'Need a new diet bro'
You snort...
"Mate I don't need to diet fuck off" you say... flexing for the camera as you bite your lip...
You say your goodbyes... noticing before you switch off the comment between all your compliments...
'Bros getting pudgy'
You stand up... stetching as you dust crumbs off your sweatpants... tutting at a barbeque sauce stain on your white vest... wiping it with your finger as you glance in the mirror...
You weren't pudgy... you analyse yourself... poking at your bloated stomach... all the cans of soda weren't helping either... you flex in the mirror... yeah it was fine... you stand there before curiosity gets the better of you...
"Fuck it"
You head to your bathroom... getting out the scale... taking a second before you stepped on... why were you nervous...
7 pounds heavier than the last time you weighed yourself a couple weeks ago...
You snort... that was nothing... it must've been the bloating from the soda... and you don't get to this level anyway without a few haters... just picking on your water weight...
You lay on your bed satisfied... scrolling through a post where fans were arguing you were one of the hottest streamers on the internet... you smirk... as your stomach growls you remember the bumper pack of cookies you got gifted... you get them... jumping back down on the bed... as you chuckle to yourself about the people thirsting over you... you shove a cookie in your mouth... ignoring the fact you thought it strange your butt just jiggled when you jumped on the bed...
*******
"*HNNNNNGGHHHHHH.... sigh....*"
You stood their cursing yourself... fucking pizza... fucking chocolate... fucking FOOD...
You had told yourself you were going to cut back a little... the 7 pound scare was going to be treated as a warning but no...
" please *hnnnghh* come onnn... "
You had kept eating all you wanted all the time... and after a few more weeks... the 7 pound scare... was now a 25 pound nightmare... and worst of all...
You glance in the mirror behind you... letting go of the jeans as your plump ass pushes down any progress you'd made...
Most of it had gone to your butt...
"Who knew I had the potential to grow a fucking dumptruck" you snap sarcastically... grabbing a cheek to triple check it was real... and yes it was...
You glance at the time... you'd promised a stream at 8pm... and that was 10 minutes ago... you needed to hurry it up... but wearing the sweatpants so often meant they had to at least have a wash day now and again... you curse yourself for choosing today...
You throw on a hoodie... not prepared to deal with what looked like the beginnings of a belly coming in... another day... as you wriggle with the jeans... finally they give... you're just about to button them when the doorbell goes...
It was practically pavlovian how your eyes lit up and your mouth started to water... pizza...
You rush to the door... opening it as the pizza guy hands you the two boxes... whoever had been donating had been more generous the past couple of weeks...
You smirk... "another gift from another secret admirer clearly" smugness radiating off you...
"Right..." he says, a smile creeping across his face, "you know I don't judge right, you don't have to keep the secret admirer bit up, if you want pizza daily thats not my issue"
Your smugness switches to anger, "it is you idiot, I happen to be a streamer you know, people love seeing me everyday!" You smile arrogantly... "clearly you don't get it"
"Uh huh" he says nonchalantly, "oh by the way..." he moves his finger forward... poking the little layer of pudge exposed by the undone jeans... "your zippers down"
You flash red... "I know that" you say defiantly... trying to button it... and failing... and again... as little grunts escape your lips each time...
"Ahhh I see" he chuckles to himself as he begins to walk away... you find yourself a little irritated by his lean muscular physique... something else you hadn't experienced... "better ass in person at least, look forward to the stream" he winks...
You go even redder... a fucking fan making you embarrassed... "yeah whatever!" You say slamming the door as you go to your setup... slamming the boxes down at the side as you begin to eat... making sure that the straining waistband of the jeans is out of view... obscured by the oversized hoodie... as you start up the stream...
*******
As you game you shove the pizza in... mind racing about the earlier embarrassment with the pizza guy... you'd never been more humiliated in your life... and for some reason you couldn't stop thinking about it... was it because he was a similar age?... was it because he was a fan?... was it because he was hot?... well... uh... conventially attractive you meant... it was probably all of the above... and you just couldn't stop replaying it... the feeling of humiliation of... anger.. of arousal... not that... right?...
You realise you'd gone silent for a while... shit...
"Good fucking pizza again guys... almost makes up for my rank being in the toilet" you moan...
You needed to get your own back... and you knew he must watch the stream...
"The guy who delivered it totally had a crush on me though... like asked me out twice... had to let him down easy... too much sexy for one guy to handle" you smirk... innocent enough remark... a gein spreads across your face as you hope he's heard it... that'll teach him...
You reach for the can of soda on the side... somehow managing to knock it over instead as it spills onto your jeans... ice cold...
"Fuck!" You stand out of instinct... oh no...
You look at the facecam... seeing your unbuttoned jeans the only thing in view... clearly straining on the waistband as the zipper widens the further up you go... shit.
You sit back down quickly... red faced...
"Uhh... guys I may as well wrap it up to clean this up but I'll be on... umm at some point tomorrow..." you choke out...
The chat is blowing up...
'Did you see that', 'oh my god', 'why weren't they buttoned', 'duhh I don't think he can' 'loooool no wayyy'
You reach to turn off the computer... the last message you see...
'Has he gotten fat?'
*******
It took a little while to convince the fans that you weren't fat... claiming it was just for comfort... playing it off as odd they'd even think that...
You would think that they would stop sending food... but it seemed to just encourage them more... passive aggressive messages like 'I'm sure you'll enjoy these' stuck to them... whatever...
You were back at the gym now... but to be honest your diet hadn't really changed... it was so hard to resist... and you weren't sure why... but you enjoyed seeing the pizza guy daily... always making sure to put on ill-fitting clothes... chatting to him... even flirting a little if you were honest... what were you doing...
The oversized hoodie method had been your ally for a while... but there was a date coming up that you knew you couldnt wear it... valentines day.
Its how your career had taken off in the first place... basically for valentines day you wore a suit on stream... playing the part of 'the perfect handsome date'... the girls and the gay guys ate it up... and of course they loved how you promised to do it next year...
And as you glance on the suit on the bed... you knew that it wasn't going to end well... you'd stopped checking the scale a couple weeks ago... trying to delude yourself you were slimming down... knowing that you'd gone up in reality...
You grimace at the mirror, squeezing the now definite belly jutting out along with love handles... a fucking muffintop... great... not to mention that your butt had gotten so round and jiggly... your cheeks flash red with embarrassment...
You pull on the boxers... irritated at the fact that even they had seemed to have gotten tight over the past few days... before reaching for the shirt... you'd gotten used to having to suck in to button things but with these clothes... getting them buttoned was the least of the problem... it was making sure they stayed buttoned too... and as you check the mirror... cautiously exhaling as the gaps between the buttons grew bigger as the shirt strained... you knew it would be difficult...
The trousers were a little looser... so you thought they might be easier... disappointed again as the strained across your thighs... jumping up and down to get them over your blubberbutt...sucking in to button them as you get it buttoned on the 4th try...
Fuck it was tight...
You glare at the mirror... you looked ridiculous... did you really have to do this... maybe... you could say you were sick... you think about how followers had been dwindling... now you were showing off your 'hot body' less there wasn't much appeal... especially with the rumours you'd porked out... you had to do it...
No food... no drink... just do it... you wished you had anyone to take the heat from-
DING DONG!
*******
The pizza guy... typical... you head for the door... one thing you could guarentee was that you wouldn't be eating pizza tonight...
You open the door... confusion taking over immediately as instead of his uniform he stands suited up... holding the pizzas in his hand with a smirk on his face...
"Can I come in?..." he asks...
You stand there speechless... just nodding as he steps in... you weren't sure if it was the suit but... fuck he looked good...
"I thought I'd suprise you know... do something special for... what was it? Ohhh yeahhh 'the third time' asking you out" he grins...
You smirk a little back... "you deserved it bro"
He glances you up and down... you get a little red...
"So... are we gonna film this date or what?"
You're confused... you'd just planned on gaming... but the more you thought about it... myseterious date... the chat blowing up with envy... plus he wasn't bad on the eyes... views... follows...
"Sure thing... in here" you smirk, whatever, at least he'd be good for some views even if he was a bit forward... you were used to having men throw themselves at you...
*******
You switch the stream on...
"Little surprise for you guys... hot date with me tonight... you know the pizza guy thats obsessed with me" you do an arrogant grin... smirking at him...
The chat comes to life immediately...
'Hot', 'why not meeee', 'suits looking tight'...
You stand in front of him as he places the boxes down to the sides... opening one...
"Well?? Introduce yourself then?" You snap...
He smirks... walking up behind you as his hand goes around your waist...
"So yeah I'm the pizza guy..." he stops... getting closer to your ear... as his hand comes up to your stomach...
"And I'm the main reason he's gotten so fat" he chuckles, as he pushes a pizza slice to your mouth, as he uses his other hand to pat your belly...
Your eyes widen as you lose composure... breathing out before- BANG!
The button to your trousers flies across the room... making him laugh and you go red...
"For weeks now... fatboy heres been stuffing in two pizzas a day... and damn we can see the results" he prods at your belly...
Your still dumbfounded... stunned as you stare at the chat spamming laughing emojis in disbelief... as names like 'fatboy', 'piggy', 'lardass' flash on screen...
You snap back into reality... pushing him away...
"I'm not fat- it's just a few pounds! Everything still fits- these were already tight!-" you scramble to find the button... spotting it realising its bounced off the wall and rolled behind you... as you turn and bend... it gets worse...
*SHRIPPPPPP!*
The trousers split in two... torn at the seat... you feel for the boxers behind you mortified... but instead... you feel bare skin... no no no this can't be happening... the boxers had torn with them...
You turn to look at the camera... your plump bare asscheeks in full view... pizza boy laughs placing each hand on a meaty cheek and jiggling them...
"Fuck bro... who knew you'd get so bottom heavy... fat porker with an even fatter dumptruck bro..." he whispers in your ear...
"bro... fuck..." you moan a little... why was this... why was this turning you on...
"I think he wants some more pizza" he says to the camera... beginning to shove pizza in your mouth...
You eat it... fuck... why was this so hot... it was so humiliating... but you'd never been more turned on...
He keeps shoving slices in... putting you in front of him as he squeezes your love handles... his crotch pressed against your jiggling ass... its not long before... pop!... pop!... buttons begin to fly off the shirt... bottom ones first as he grabs the thick roll of fat on your lower belly...
"Fuck..." you moan again...
"Go on tell them how you're a fatboy" he laughs...
"I'm... such a fatboy bro..." You're all too eager to comply... you never wanted him to stop...
The humiliation was too much... the thought that this was seen by your fans... that it could go viral... it was probably on social media... it wouldn't be long before the stream was cut off... and each thought made you more and more hard...
The clothes start to fall off as he kisses your neck... you letting out little burps from your overstuffed stomach... each neck movement showing the start of the double chin coming in...
"Fuck.... I'm... a pig!..." you moan... as the stream cuts off...
He spins you around his hands on your fat ass... lust overcoming the both of you...
"Let me make you fatter bro... feed you pizza every day... keep this fat ass so fucking big and jiggly" he growls in your ear, slapping your ass for effect...
You think about it... bursting out of everything... all the humiliation of gaining weight... how he teased you and how much it turned you on... how you never wanted to stop eating...
"Make me your fatboy..." you whisper...
He smirks... kissing you....
As he opens another box of pizza...
The Gamer Boy
*******
Themes: POV, HUMILIATION, force feeding, secret fattening, male weight gain, gamer, influencer, social media based humiliation, fit to fat.
*******
For a lot of guys, gaming was definitely the best way to relax, or satisfy that competitive urge or the endless amount of boredom that seems to only be quelled by a few rounds of whatever game you fancied playing with your friends.
It was an innocent comment that started you on your path to where you are now, you were laughing with the guys when one of them said...
"We should record this stuff"
And so you did, not necessarily thinking anything of it, maybe a few more followers potentially but nothing special.
The end result, however, was far bigger than anything you could have imagined. You'd managed to amass a few thousand followers with only a few short videos, your friends were a little jealous, there's wasn't taking off like that but they knew the reason.
The thing was, you were attractive. Masculine features, sharp jawline everything that seemed to appeal to the girls and gay guys who took up a fair portion of your following, backed up by the rest of the gaming community. You were becoming a recognised name, and unfortunately for your friends... you let it get to your head...
*******
"Ughhh... stop asking about those guys, look they got jealous and I needed better players bro, when your climbing the ranks you don't need someone slowing you down..." you explain...
You were getting a bit sick of the questions, 'wheres your old group', 'I used to love those videos', it felt endless... you check yourself in the facecam, flexing a bicep as you grin into the camera... didn't they know you were the main event...
"Thanks bro for the gift... and yeah my body is pretty banging" you laugh to yourself, feigning a humbleness that was outweighed by an arrogant smirk...
You glance over at the pile of gifts in the corner. Ever since some guy had leaked your address you'd be getting them, first you felt a little nervous, but you were soon able to differentiate the genuine good gifts from the... well... slightly more creepy ones... it made sense that they wanted to send you things...
DING DONG!
"Another gift for me from one of you guys... damn boys you'll make my ego too big" you laugh again going to answer the door... slightly confused to see a pizza boy standing at the door...
"Extra large pepperoni?" He asks...
"What?... uhhh I didn't order a pizza bro... you got the right house?" You respond...
"Definitely the right address... its been payed for too so I guess you could keep it... or I could take it back-" he explains with a smirk...
"Yeah I'll take it bro" you grab the box... a gift from a fan probably, what was important was that it was free...
You walk back into the room... sitting down in the gaming chair...
"Damn which one of you guys sent me a pizza... above and beyond man... but free is free and you boys know I deserve it..."
You open the box... pulling out a slice as the greasy cheese stretches as you pull it to your mouth...
"Fuckin' tasty bro... thanks to whoever it was" you say between mouthfuls...
You go back to your game... periodically eating the pizza until its all gone...
*******
*urpp*
You rattle the can of soda... kissing your teeth as you realise its empty... half paying attention to the game as you lean down to your new minifridge... pushing past the gifted stack of chocolate bars before grabbing a new can...
"Bro theres so many sweats on tonight, like its ridiculous my teammates suck" you say... getting angry at the game...
It was always the teammates... you just kept dying over and over with no healing... at least that meant time for snack breaks...
Because you never really did gift openings on stream, the day a mysterious fan sent a pizza and you thanked him for it seemed to spark a different approach in your fans... now they just seemed to send you food... swiss chocolates... full fat cola... luxury sweets... it was getting a little out of hand... especially with the fan who seemed to be sending a pizza to your house daily...
Of course you weren't dumb... you knew that all this junk wasn't good... for a while you tried binning the pizza... but it just seemed so wasteful... you tried leaving it till when you were hungry... but every time you walked past the fridge you found yourself grabbing a slice... on most days reaching in to scrape the bottom of the plate... whoops...
The game finishes and you lean back... staring at the screen as you let out another trapped burp...
"Ughhhh need a new game at this point honestly" you say aloud... you glance into the chat expecting to see suggestions and a comment catches your eye...
'Need a new diet bro'
You snort...
"Mate I don't need to diet fuck off" you say... flexing for the camera as you bite your lip...
You say your goodbyes... noticing before you switch off the comment between all your compliments...
'Bros getting pudgy'
You stand up... stetching as you dust crumbs off your sweatpants... tutting at a barbeque sauce stain on your white vest... wiping it with your finger as you glance in the mirror...
You weren't pudgy... you analyse yourself... poking at your bloated stomach... all the cans of soda weren't helping either... you flex in the mirror... yeah it was fine... you stand there before curiosity gets the better of you...
"Fuck it"
You head to your bathroom... getting out the scale... taking a second before you stepped on... why were you nervous...
7 pounds heavier than the last time you weighed yourself a couple weeks ago...
You snort... that was nothing... it must've been the bloating from the soda... and you don't get to this level anyway without a few haters... just picking on your water weight...
You lay on your bed satisfied... scrolling through a post where fans were arguing you were one of the hottest streamers on the internet... you smirk... as your stomach growls you remember the bumper pack of cookies you got gifted... you get them... jumping back down on the bed... as you chuckle to yourself about the people thirsting over you... you shove a cookie in your mouth... ignoring the fact you thought it strange your butt just jiggled when you jumped on the bed...
*******
"*HNNNNNGGHHHHHH.... sigh....*"
You stood their cursing yourself... fucking pizza... fucking chocolate... fucking FOOD...
You had told yourself you were going to cut back a little... the 7 pound scare was going to be treated as a warning but no...
" please *hnnnghh* come onnn... "
You had kept eating all you wanted all the time... and after a few more weeks... the 7 pound scare... was now a 25 pound nightmare... and worst of all...
You glance in the mirror behind you... letting go of the jeans as your plump ass pushes down any progress you'd made...
Most of it had gone to your butt...
"Who knew I had the potential to grow a fucking dumptruck" you snap sarcastically... grabbing a cheek to triple check it was real... and yes it was...
You glance at the time... you'd promised a stream at 8pm... and that was 10 minutes ago... you needed to hurry it up... but wearing the sweatpants so often meant they had to at least have a wash day now and again... you curse yourself for choosing today...
You throw on a hoodie... not prepared to deal with what looked like the beginnings of a belly coming in... another day... as you wriggle with the jeans... finally they give... you're just about to button them when the doorbell goes...
It was practically pavlovian how your eyes lit up and your mouth started to water... pizza...
You rush to the door... opening it as the pizza guy hands you the two boxes... whoever had been donating had been more generous the past couple of weeks...
You smirk... "another gift from another secret admirer clearly" smugness radiating off you...
"Right..." he says, a smile creeping across his face, "you know I don't judge right, you don't have to keep the secret admirer bit up, if you want pizza daily thats not my issue"
Your smugness switches to anger, "it is you idiot, I happen to be a streamer you know, people love seeing me everyday!" You smile arrogantly... "clearly you don't get it"
"Uh huh" he says nonchalantly, "oh by the way..." he moves his finger forward... poking the little layer of pudge exposed by the undone jeans... "your zippers down"
You flash red... "I know that" you say defiantly... trying to button it... and failing... and again... as little grunts escape your lips each time...
"Ahhh I see" he chuckles to himself as he begins to walk away... you find yourself a little irritated by his lean muscular physique... something else you hadn't experienced... "better ass in person at least, look forward to the stream" he winks...
You go even redder... a fucking fan making you embarrassed... "yeah whatever!" You say slamming the door as you go to your setup... slamming the boxes down at the side as you begin to eat... making sure that the straining waistband of the jeans is out of view... obscured by the oversized hoodie... as you start up the stream...
*******
As you game you shove the pizza in... mind racing about the earlier embarrassment with the pizza guy... you'd never been more humiliated in your life... and for some reason you couldn't stop thinking about it... was it because he was a similar age?... was it because he was a fan?... was it because he was hot?... well... uh... conventially attractive you meant... it was probably all of the above... and you just couldn't stop replaying it... the feeling of humiliation of... anger.. of arousal... not that... right?...
You realise you'd gone silent for a while... shit...
"Good fucking pizza again guys... almost makes up for my rank being in the toilet" you moan...
You needed to get your own back... and you knew he must watch the stream...
"The guy who delivered it totally had a crush on me though... like asked me out twice... had to let him down easy... too much sexy for one guy to handle" you smirk... innocent enough remark... a gein spreads across your face as you hope he's heard it... that'll teach him...
You reach for the can of soda on the side... somehow managing to knock it over instead as it spills onto your jeans... ice cold...
"Fuck!" You stand out of instinct... oh no...
You look at the facecam... seeing your unbuttoned jeans the only thing in view... clearly straining on the waistband as the zipper widens the further up you go... shit.
You sit back down quickly... red faced...
"Uhh... guys I may as well wrap it up to clean this up but I'll be on... umm at some point tomorrow..." you choke out...
The chat is blowing up...
'Did you see that', 'oh my god', 'why weren't they buttoned', 'duhh I don't think he can' 'loooool no wayyy'
You reach to turn off the computer... the last message you see...
'Has he gotten fat?'
*******
It took a little while to convince the fans that you weren't fat... claiming it was just for comfort... playing it off as odd they'd even think that...
You would think that they would stop sending food... but it seemed to just encourage them more... passive aggressive messages like 'I'm sure you'll enjoy these' stuck to them... whatever...
You were back at the gym now... but to be honest your diet hadn't really changed... it was so hard to resist... and you weren't sure why... but you enjoyed seeing the pizza guy daily... always making sure to put on ill-fitting clothes... chatting to him... even flirting a little if you were honest... what were you doing...
The oversized hoodie method had been your ally for a while... but there was a date coming up that you knew you couldnt wear it... valentines day.
Its how your career had taken off in the first place... basically for valentines day you wore a suit on stream... playing the part of 'the perfect handsome date'... the girls and the gay guys ate it up... and of course they loved how you promised to do it next year...
And as you glance on the suit on the bed... you knew that it wasn't going to end well... you'd stopped checking the scale a couple weeks ago... trying to delude yourself you were slimming down... knowing that you'd gone up in reality...
You grimace at the mirror, squeezing the now definite belly jutting out along with love handles... a fucking muffintop... great... not to mention that your butt had gotten so round and jiggly... your cheeks flash red with embarrassment...
You pull on the boxers... irritated at the fact that even they had seemed to have gotten tight over the past few days... before reaching for the shirt... you'd gotten used to having to suck in to button things but with these clothes... getting them buttoned was the least of the problem... it was making sure they stayed buttoned too... and as you check the mirror... cautiously exhaling as the gaps between the buttons grew bigger as the shirt strained... you knew it would be difficult...
The trousers were a little looser... so you thought they might be easier... disappointed again as the strained across your thighs... jumping up and down to get them over your blubberbutt...sucking in to button them as you get it buttoned on the 4th try...
Fuck it was tight...
You glare at the mirror... you looked ridiculous... did you really have to do this... maybe... you could say you were sick... you think about how followers had been dwindling... now you were showing off your 'hot body' less there wasn't much appeal... especially with the rumours you'd porked out... you had to do it...
No food... no drink... just do it... you wished you had anyone to take the heat from-
DING DONG!
*******
The pizza guy... typical... you head for the door... one thing you could guarentee was that you wouldn't be eating pizza tonight...
You open the door... confusion taking over immediately as instead of his uniform he stands suited up... holding the pizzas in his hand with a smirk on his face...
"Can I come in?..." he asks...
You stand there speechless... just nodding as he steps in... you weren't sure if it was the suit but... fuck he looked good...
"I thought I'd suprise you know... do something special for... what was it? Ohhh yeahhh 'the third time' asking you out" he grins...
You smirk a little back... "you deserved it bro"
He glances you up and down... you get a little red...
"So... are we gonna film this date or what?"
You're confused... you'd just planned on gaming... but the more you thought about it... myseterious date... the chat blowing up with envy... plus he wasn't bad on the eyes... views... follows...
"Sure thing... in here" you smirk, whatever, at least he'd be good for some views even if he was a bit forward... you were used to having men throw themselves at you...
*******
You switch the stream on...
"Little surprise for you guys... hot date with me tonight... you know the pizza guy thats obsessed with me" you do an arrogant grin... smirking at him...
The chat comes to life immediately...
'Hot', 'why not meeee', 'suits looking tight'...
You stand in front of him as he places the boxes down to the sides... opening one...
"Well?? Introduce yourself then?" You snap...
He smirks... walking up behind you as his hand goes around your waist...
"So yeah I'm the pizza guy..." he stops... getting closer to your ear... as his hand comes up to your stomach...
"And I'm the main reason he's gotten so fat" he chuckles, as he pushes a pizza slice to your mouth, as he uses his other hand to pat your belly...
Your eyes widen as you lose composure... breathing out before- BANG!
The button to your trousers flies across the room... making him laugh and you go red...
"For weeks now... fatboy heres been stuffing in two pizzas a day... and damn we can see the results" he prods at your belly...
Your still dumbfounded... stunned as you stare at the chat spamming laughing emojis in disbelief... as names like 'fatboy', 'piggy', 'lardass' flash on screen...
You snap back into reality... pushing him away...
"I'm not fat- it's just a few pounds! Everything still fits- these were already tight!-" you scramble to find the button... spotting it realising its bounced off the wall and rolled behind you... as you turn and bend... it gets worse...
*SHRIPPPPPP!*
The trousers split in two... torn at the seat... you feel for the boxers behind you mortified... but instead... you feel bare skin... no no no this can't be happening... the boxers had torn with them...
You turn to look at the camera... your plump bare asscheeks in full view... pizza boy laughs placing each hand on a meaty cheek and jiggling them...
"Fuck bro... who knew you'd get so bottom heavy... fat porker with an even fatter dumptruck bro..." he whispers in your ear...
"bro... fuck..." you moan a little... why was this... why was this turning you on...
"I think he wants some more pizza" he says to the camera... beginning to shove pizza in your mouth...
You eat it... fuck... why was this so hot... it was so humiliating... but you'd never been more turned on...
He keeps shoving slices in... putting you in front of him as he squeezes your love handles... his crotch pressed against your jiggling ass... its not long before... pop!... pop!... buttons begin to fly off the shirt... bottom ones first as he grabs the thick roll of fat on your lower belly...
"Fuck..." you moan again...
"Go on tell them how you're a fatboy" he laughs...
"I'm... such a fatboy bro..." You're all too eager to comply... you never wanted him to stop...
The humiliation was too much... the thought that this was seen by your fans... that it could go viral... it was probably on social media... it wouldn't be long before the stream was cut off... and each thought made you more and more hard...
The clothes start to fall off as he kisses your neck... you letting out little burps from your overstuffed stomach... each neck movement showing the start of the double chin coming in...
"Fuck.... I'm... a pig!..." you moan... as the stream cuts off...
He spins you around his hands on your fat ass... lust overcoming the both of you...
"Let me make you fatter bro... feed you pizza every day... keep this fat ass so fucking big and jiggly" he growls in your ear, slapping your ass for effect...
You think about it... bursting out of everything... all the humiliation of gaining weight... how he teased you and how much it turned you on... how you never wanted to stop eating...
"Make me your fatboy..." you whisper...
He smirks... kissing you....
As he opens another box of pizza...
Keeping cool in the hot summer with a large milkshake đˇđ¤¤
"Before and After" by HurlyBurly
Every time he comes back, and you smell the grease on the air, and you hear the door slam... you feel it. That moment when you allow yourself to wonder, what it would have been like. If you hadn't met. If he hadn't got you into gaining. If that 160lb swimmer hadn't been sweet talked by him. But those eyes, and that beard. And that smooth voice. You stood no chance.
It was fine at first of course, the only gain you were aware of was 'muscle gain'. You'd always had the fantasy of becoming the 100% top musclebear of your dreams. He paid for your gym membership, kept telling you how he wanted you massive. You gained so much muscle in that first year. And he would always be there with your post-gym feast. Chicken and rice, protein shakes; you'd post to your Instagram and the likes would flow. You'd go home and be so horned up; he wasn't a bottom but he would let you, just because he knew how much it meant. You felt like a massive bull.... his massive bull.
He would give you cheat days of course, "You've earned a break. I don't want you to sacrifice too much pleasure," he would always say. And what was a cheeky burger or two every now and again? He kept trying to get you to 'dirty bulk', saying it was the latest craze, that guys were seeing massive gains from it. Eventually you let him talk you around.
It did the trick at bulking you. He fawned over your little belly. And the praise was intoxicating. He started to feed you while you fucked. He would say stuff like, "Think of how much muscle this will be, come on bull, eat it. Be that powerful top you dreamed of. Push that belly out." You'd always struggled with your body image and having someone so obsessed with it. Well it started to mess with your head. You found yourself throwing away your sense of what you wanted, just to hear him praise you. To tell you that you were sexy. You just sort of blinded yourself to the reality. Suddenly there was no sex without food. And the gymming stopped. You hit 350lbs without even really trying.
You should've took that as your point of no return, but he was so suave, so persuasive, it all felt so normal. To be growing, for your once proud abs to be covered in stretchmarks, because the only thing that mattered was hearing him obsess over your body. You were no longer his top bull; the exertion was too much for your size. He kept playing with your ass and eventually you let him top you. From that point on, it seemed that any request for you to top, became a night of you getting your ever-fatter ass ploughed.
Years passed, every attempt to reason by your brain failed, and you resigned yourself to your fate. When you hit 680lbs, you got into bed and never really left it again. The 100% top musclebear was gone, now a 100% bottom megachub. Afterall, at that size, it was the only sex you were able to perform.
You always wonder if that was his plan all along. To get you so fat that there was no escape. I mean, it's not like those ham hocks that now formed your legs were going to let you run away, were they? You might not even make it through the doorway.
He came in with tonight's pizza and set it down. "Do you know it's been exactly five years since your last muscle Instagram post? And from that moment on, I've made it my mission to completely reverse every single last muscle fibre. Until all that was left was lard. Fuck. Look at you, wheezing away and completely dependent on me. Now, let's get a good one shall we." It all happened so quickly. You just had enough to grab a piece of bedsheet to cover your fatpad before the picture was taken and posted.
You couldn't breathe. The panic made you feel like you were going to pass out. Your whole body hurt. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. And he got closer whispered, "Think of all the loads the chasers are going to shoot to that before and after."
You felt your body convulse as you shot a load deep inside your fatpad.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
"Objectify You" by HurlyBurly (Audiobook Edition)
Just a little experiment I thought I'd try, with the story with the most likes. Let me know if it's good/bad/hot/cringe.
See BillBordBellyy on OnlyFans. Access exclusive photos and videos. Visit the official page now.
Holyâyou got huge! Whatâs your starting weight and current and how long did it take you to gain?
When I started, I weighed about 63 Kg. I donât know my current weight, but I guess itâs probably a little higher now, donât you think? đ
I started in July of last year đđź
Iâm never gonna be able to stop chugging heavy cream đľâđŤ
OnlyFans is the social platform revolutionizing creator and fan connections. The site is inclusive of artists and content creators from all
At you service - Complete
Chapter 1
âOf course Iâve wonâ exclaimed the beefy jock, opening up his chocolate Gordo bar, this was just the normal type of luck star quarterback Alexandro had, after a gruelling workout he had decided to indulge his sweet tooth by snaking on his favourite sneaky chocolate bar, and had gone and won the Gordo gold ticket. The rest of his football crew crowed around him, exclaiming how lucky he was and how jealous they all were, âWow you get to stay at the Gordo chocolate factory for 6 whole monthsâ, âImagine all the free food you are gonna getâ, âdamn Alexandro you better bring us some scrapsâ
Alexandro chuckled as he walked over the gym mirror to check out his hot bod , his ripped muscular 6ft2 frame his massive guns - which were of course the biggest out of anyone of the team. As he turned in the mirror he saw his tight inch waist and he pumped his large firm pecs, and how could he forget his meaty thighs and perky bubble but, not only was he the star of the uniâs football team but also the one with the body that sent shivers the spines of anyone he looked at. The timing was perfect summer was coming up and after a year of winning games and barely sraping by academically this was just what he needed an all inclusive holiday.
It was finally the day, Alexandro was somehow the only one who found the lucky ticket, this barely troubled all it meant was more attention on him by the national press and the smoking hot interviewers ,stepping out of his limo he was met with crowds upon crowds of people cheering at him, for no-one had entered the Gordo factory in years and were dying for any information about what actually went on inside the worlds biggest chocolate factory. He was met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi as he strode done the red carpet towards the gates of the factory, he made sure to wear his tightest gym equipment to reveal every tight inch of his smoking hot body, as he met up with the news staff, he made sure to be as charming as ever, flashing of his pearly whites while throwing his curly black hair back. This is how he would become a celebrity, he was simply playing the long-game he couldnât wait until he strode out of those gates at Christmas time and be met with book deals and probably his own tv show.Â
The questions he was asked were just feeding his already inflated ego , âHow lucky you are to be so handsome and now thisâ etc etc was all he heard . However one question hit him on the spot, âHow do you plan to stay in such good shape while being surrounded by so much chocolateâ, He hadnât really thought about that but he quickly threw out on the answer, âEasy, you donât get this good looking without having a strict diet and large will power , and I am sure Mr Gordoâs got a few weights in there to pass the time, so donât you worry by the time I get out I still gonna be hot enough to take you out on a dateâ. The interviewer slightly blushed while Alexandro moved on to the gates , it was time.
Suddenly the crowd fell silent as the factory doors opened, Alexandro quickly turned to see who his mystery lodger was gonna be, one foot after another came out until one of the beefiest muscular man he had ever seen was standing before him , he was a giant among men. Mr Gordo stood nearly 6ft10 tall he had one of the largest upper builds that Alexandro had ever seen, as he kept walking his second biggest feature came into view, his large gut - âwhat a fatty thoughtâ Alexandro, his gut alone must have weighed the same as a normal American male , it had nothing on Alexandroâs tight 6 pac. Soon the started to gates close and only Alexandro was allowed to enter guided in by Mr Grodo, they walked in silence to the factory doors and just like that they entered and Alex said goodbye to the outside world the door shut sealing him in .
Mr Gordo firmly introduced himself, to Alex as he led him round the factory, an automated robot appeared out of no way and took Alexâs things - cool he thought but his mind was distracted by everything else before him , while the tour started he was shown how the chocolate was made, where the flavours were added and even how it was packaged it was all done entirely the automated machines with there long metal arms moving and passing stuff along as if there were alive themselves, the tour was quite boring in itself aside from the robots flying past them on convery belts moving at impressive coordinated speeds, Mr Gordo must have been a genius, but aside form that  the factory seemed to operate just like any other factory, Mr Gordo now dropped Alex of at to his suite, and had told that he would be back for dinner for a surprise, he hadnât utter much of anything on the tour, it made sense now why he had chosen to seal himself of from the outside world. The suite, of course was massive its curtains were closed and were clasped locked possible holding back the aforementioned surprise, Alex decided to focus on multiple roomed living suite , this was the life Alex could get used to designer sofas with the largest flat-screen he had ever seen of course paired with the latest games console and decked out kitchen, stepping into it, the kitchen seemed to come alive, the lights shone and a seemingly normal kitchen cupboard open automaticallyÂ
âAhhh, exclaimed Alex
As a 6ft robot somehow woke it self up and headed towards him, it was wearing a chef outfits allowing Alex to quickly come to the conclusion that this was just another one of those automated robot he had seen racing about the factoryÂ
âWhat can I get for you Master Alexandroâ, let out the robot in a mechanical cold voice widening its Led eyes and moving its armsÂ
âWow, this is on a next level â
The robot stayed they waiting for its orders, waiting to be for service, Alex was still in shock and how impressive it all
âWhat can I ask forâ
âMaster, there is nothing you can ask for that cannot be made in this questionâ
Pondering for a moment, Alex wanted to see how much this robot lived up his world and after seeing all that chocolate- his sweet tooth was begging for some chocolateÂ
âWell in that case,.. I think a chocolate, vanilla infused milkshake is just what I need right nowâ
And just like that, the robot read to life, whizzing sound the kitchen would seemed to connected to the robot inner workings as it folded itself up and brought out tubes of choloacte and milk forms its cabinets
âHere master, I hope this is to your likingâ
As the robot handed Alex one of the most delicious looking milkshakes he had ever seenÂ
âYmmmm, this is delicious - what did you do thisâ
âWell a robot never shared its secretsâ and with that it could tell its job was done and shut doneÂ
As Alex continued to look around while drinking his milkshakes, he realised that the entire suite was packed with robots of all sizes, ones to clean the floor and make the Californian kings size bed and ones to seemingly pick out his clothes in the morning, and as he walked passed the fully equipped gym with all the things he could ever need plus some, a fully packed desert bar drew him away, of course coming with a robot sever that swirled alive the moment Alex got near, it had chocolate fountains paired with a rotating ice cream dispenser and a giant churro maker built in . The inner sweet tooth Alex had came to alive once more but he pulled himself away to check out the rest of suite. There were even robots in the bathroom ones that came up the wall whose hand were filled with toothbrushes and sponges, damnnnn Alex thought to himself this is the life.Â
Realising he had time to kill until dinner, Alexandro of course hit the gym, he wasnât going to be distracted by all the snacks he was an athlete and needed to get his gains in, the robots in the gym timed him and calculated his body fat levels at a neat 10% body fat and a whopping 90% muscle. While he was lifting weights, - sported by a robot , how cool, another robot came up and introduced itself.
âHello Master Alexandro, we robots are here to follow your every command, I am the master robot Unit in charge of all operations â
âWickedâ
âNow, we are all coded to one master mind to increase our efficiency in filling your wishesâ
âDamn thatâs sickâ
âIs there anything we can help with you right nowâ
âNothing that you can doâ, Alex let out while struggling to lift a really heavy weightâNot unless your can make me big enough to life these weightsâ he chuckled
The robot stood still for a minute ,as if he was calculating something to say Alex could even hear its metal thoughts whizzing about in there , until he broke his silence by sayingÂ
âWe can do our bestâ
After a couple of minutes he promptly returned with what seemed like a protein shake in his hand.
âDamn , who guys are goodâ, Alex thought assuming it was just another protein shake, unknown to him that the robot had already started on his requested to be bigger.
âJust give us a call, after all we are at your serviceâÂ
Finishing his workout , Alexandro chilled in his very own spa until planting himself down on the most comfortable sofa in his life, it was like the sofa was alive moving and adjusting itself to fit Alexâs body perfectly, damn, Mr Gordo really had gone all out, as he felt the sofa cup around his meaty thighs and tight bubble but. It even had a massage option, which he of course turned on and every part for him vibrated even to his ball sac.
Tuning on the flatscreen, with his voice somehow, he simply said he needed controllers and they appeared, the tv of course came with every single game to ever come out, Alexandro simply sat back into sofa and played the lastest resident evil, until he heard a knock on the door.
Quickly checking himself out in the mirror, a thought quickly came to his mind.,
âUnit open the door would youâ
And just like that Unit woke it self up from the shadows and buzzed other to the door
âAhh, I see you are quickly adjusted to life inside the factoryâ, Mr Gordo announced as he made his way into the suite
âYh, its well wicked - you got things in here that havenât even been thought about yet what do you pay the other staff to keep them quiet â
âCorrection, for the next 6 months you and myself will be the only âhumansâ in this factory trust I have had my runs in with staff members who lets say couldnât behave themselves â
And with that Alex simply nodded his head, quickly seeing how imposing the 6ft 10 that towered over him really was
After a couple minutes of small talk, Alexandro was led by Mr Gordo into the grand dining room, he had explained along the way the way to the jock that he was free to spend his time however he wanted but he would have to dine with Mr Gordo every day to provide feedback on the ai, see Mr Gordo explained that Alexâs real purpose here was to simply provide feedback on the ai before he expended the company form a simple chocolate company to the world renowned ai power house it could really be.
Or something like that, Alex hadnât really been paying attention, he caught himself in a mirror was they were walking and had got lost in thought admiring his own hot ripped body.
âNow I see Alex, that you take very good care about your body- I myself canât say the same to many late nights at the desk table, so I would be happy to alert Unit on any dietary stuff I donât want any of my gluttony to rub on you and ruin you bodyâ
âNah donât sweat it, Iâm gym-rat to the core, anything I gain I simply going to shred into pure muscleâ, Alex body said flexing his guns to Mr GordoÂ
âI see, well maybe I should learn a thing or two from you, huhâ Mr Gordo said as he patted his huge stomach.
The conversation continued as some robots whirled around them placing plates and pallets of food between the two, full breasted roast chicken and steaming hams as well as gravy boast filled to the top. It all looked so good, damn with all this extra protein in my diet Iâm bound to get huge thought Alex, as the two dove straight into the food once it was all laid out.Â
Mr Gordo ate as if he was famished, desperately pushing turkey leg and chicken breast into his mouth, no wonder he was so fat Alex continued to think the man has no control , however after one bite of the rich ham, he too ate as if he hadnât seen, food in days, it was all so good every bite was rich and creamy, he just couldnât stop. The two didnât talk the duration of the meal all their thought went straight to the food until not a scarp was left between the two of them.
âI see how you are in such shape my boy, for someone so small you sure to cramp a lot of meat down yaâ Mr Gordo chuckled as he slapped Alex bloated 6 -pac
âYh, I treat my body like a temple, 24/7, all this is just fuel for the bodyâ, Alex mummer back not likely being referred to as smallÂ
âWell I hope you left room for desert, I still have my surprise to show youâ
Alex was stuffed beyond words, it was like something came over him all really he needed was a good belly , his belly was bloated and was curving out of his tight tank-top - maybe Unit gives good belly rubs, but not wanting to show himself up as a bad guest, he of course followed Mr Gordo out of the dining room, as they walked Mr Gordo inquired more about Alex, Alex simply told him that he wanted to be a big time celebrity after all this he even joked saying how he wanted to be the biggest star the world has ever seen.Soon the two came across a large locked door,
âNow here Alex is where I have had a little bit of fun with the ai, all of course vital to the wellbeing to the companyâ
The anticipation was killing Alex, somehow the idea of desert had somehow woken up his inner sweet-tooth and the dinner he had stuffed down him was long forgotten about, and then finally moment he had been waiting for Mr Gordo opened the door
Chapter 2
The smell is what first hit him, it was gorgeous and so sweet it drew him straight in, Mr Gordo simply stepped back and let the jock take it all in, Alex couldnât believe his eyes the entire room was made out of chocolate, in the centre of the room was an Olympic sized pool made out of chocolate, that flowed all the way through the room and seemingly out to the rest of the factory, where ever  his eyes landed on he could see different kinds of chocolate ranging from white to dark to green minty and strawberry cheesecake chocolate in the all these different shapes- some were in the form of statues and others in the form of world famous paintings waiting to be eaten. Then suddenly just when he was about to reach and grab a piece of chocolate from a towering chocolate statue, the whole room started to move and almost seemed as if ti was coming alive , Alex couldnât comprehend it, until Mr Gordo simply said look up,
As he moved his eyes up, he couldnât believe it the whole roof was shifting and beeping, it had tubes of chocolate flowing all throughout but it was more than that it was as if it was waking up, that when he saw it long robotic metal arms being sprouted form holes all around the room and coming down to shake Mr Gordoâs hand.
âWhat you are seeing is probably the largest sentient ai in the factory, possibly the world, meet Unit.2â
âWhatâŚ. But it massive it must control this whole roomâ
âYes it does butit does so much more than just that , what do your thing makes my chocolate so good, Unit of course, it is constantly tasting and adjusting the chocolate that gets pumped around the entire factoryâ
âWhatâŚâ
âAnd the best part about it is that its alive, hooked up the same mega mind that all robots share in this factory, so I would stay on its good side if I were youâ chuckled Mr Gordo
âOh and to forgot Its incredibly smart, what do you think made all these chocolate pieces of art huh kidâ
Mr Gordo chuckled as Alex took in the chocolate Mona Lisa, done it incredible detail it was almost a prefect copy expect of course being made entirely out of chocolate
Alex needed a minute to take it all in, he needed to say anything smart yet profound he thought, but he was beaten to it as he felt his stomach rumble, and Mr Gordo gave out another chuckle
âWell excuse me, I promised you desert didnât I, here lets take a seat and give unit something to work withâ
However the moment Alex sat down, he felt himself being scanned and prodded by the numerous arms of Unit.2
âOh why yes did I forgot to mention, Unit is able to found out what type and kind of desert you desire simply by giving you a quick scanâ
Alex still couldnât process what was happening, but the moment a chocolate sundae was produced with extra chocolate sauce, he knew that Mr Gordo was a true genius.
It was amazing, it was as if the chocolate he ate was produced just for him it was sweet and filling, and it met every deep down fix he needed, it was so good in fact he had to thank Unit for it. This was met with some lights being flashed and robotic parts resolving.
âOh stop it Alex, youâre making Unit blush â, Mr Gordo said ibeetween bites of his own personalised dish, âLook itâs even giving you a giftâ
A tube was quickly emerging from the pool filled in with deep brown chocolate and heading towards Alex, it stoped abruptly at Alexâs face.
âI think it wants you to put your mouth to the tube, and donât look at me like that , itâs alive rememberâ
Alex sat there puzzled for a bit, he was behind confused already at units powerÂ
âWell hurry up, it doesnât even let me drink form the river, that chocolate is the finest in the world , it has to be watered done per say for the masses to stop them going crazyâ
Well when in an ai controlled chocolate room, Alex thought, as he put his mouth to the tube, which soon become filled with the most richest and delicious chocolate he could ever even comprehend, it only lasted a couple of seconds as the hot chocolate guzzled done Alex, before he couldnât take it any more, and had to tap out. He was stuffed behind record, now coated in delicious chocolate that he couldnât stop licking from his fingers.
âWell Alex I believe this is all I have time for today, you are allowed anyway in the factory aside from this room of course -Â safely protocols and so forth, so until tomorrowâ
And as Mr Gordo plodded out, Alex needed a few minutes to digest the orgasmic chocolate he had just devoured, he think he might have cummed a bit.
Chapter 3
Waking up the next morning, Alexandro wanted to spend the whole morning in bed he couldnât escape how comfortable it was, sure he should go on his normal morning jog but when your bed has built in massage controls, its hard to imagine ever leaving. Anyways thatâs was his job here wasnât, to product test all this ai, he would be letting Mr Gordo down if he failed to test all of it especially the built in massage controls, his jog could wait. After another hour in bed he finally got up and checked himself out in the bathroom mirror, he saw his brown Latino skin look perfectly tight over his ripped abs- yesterday after all was just a cheat day. As he went to shower he realised that he might as well use all the fancy cleaning robots installed - when else was he gonna have this experience, and of course it was amazing, he didnât even need to move , the warm sponges simply glided over his body caressing every muscle. He was suddenly brought out of his bliss by Units metallic voice coming out of a monitor in the wall.
âGood morning master Alexandroâ
âWhatâ Alex quickly spun around covering his girthy cock until realising it was just Unit
âWoah sorry, didnât see you there Unit, not used to robot voices in the shower to be honestâ
âMy fault, master Alex I need to learn how to follow normal human behaviour, what would you like for breakfastâ
âOh, I donât know what do you haveâ
âAnything you could wish forâ
âWell when youâve say it like that, I might as well have an extra protein heavy breakfast, gotta get big rememberâ, Alex smirked flexing his guns to what he assumed where Unitâs sensesÂ
âOf course , âgotta to get bigâ, I will have the chief cook up a meal to fit these requirements, till you need me I will be waiting for your service â
And just like that the monitor shut down, getting out of the shower, drying fans quickly turned on - damn Mr Gordo had really thought of everything huh. Unit had left out a dressing gown on Alexâs already made bed, putting it on made him feel extremely expensive as if it was made out pure silk - which it probably was, not knowing what else to wear Alex simply adorned a pair of tight white jock straps that hugged his flat 6 pac and exposed his bubble but. With the curtains drawn back, he could see the large chocolate pool, decorated in waterfalls and tubes pumping the rich creamy chocolate to the rest of the factory. He didnât notice how he rubbed his stomach at the sight of the chocolate as it was calling out for another taste, As he waited for his food to be done he simply did some quick push ups to keep the blood pumping, but the moment Unit called his name he ran stomach first to the dining table.
âDamn is all this really just for meâ, said Alex looking at the family size breakfast
âWell as of your orders, âto get bigâ I simply took the necessary actions, Is anything wrong master â
â Nope not at all after all who am I to argue with a computer huh â Alex responded greedily looking at all the food laid out before him.
And with that he dove straight in, there must have been a pancake machine, he thought as he ate the fat american pancakes one after another each one as prefect as the next , each coated in thick maple syrup he must have had at least 5, then he munched on the beautifully cooked sunny side ups, shortly followed by the most perfectly cooked bacon he had ever tasted This was the life, he said as he licked the maple syrup up from the plates and washed down his food with a large glass of freshly squeezed oj
âI see you have enjoyed all you food master Alexâ
âPlease this was nothing compared to what it normally takes to fuel this bodyâ
âI see, I will make note of that for next time and I will make sure the necessary precautions are done for your next meal â
Feeling already stuffed at 11:00 in the morning, Alex knew he had to take it slow before hitting the gym, so he decided to take it easy and just laze about on the couch digesting his meal, when he hit the gym around about 1ish he made sure to push himself hard on the weights, it took a lot of him but just when he was about to reach a personal record he just couldnât hack it, he just wasnât strong enough yet, and was as if Unit was reading his mind, he was met with a thick shake of what he assumed to be pure protein, it must have been laced with chocolate with how sweet it was but he was sure Unit had probably just added some next level protein powder . It was so good he asked for another one as he jokingly watched Unit lift the weights he had been lifting, he even got a bit flushed in the face when Unit started to lift more than he could even imagine, as he watched he downed his drink determined to go again and after a couple of more reps of still not getting anyway near to what Unit had joking pressed he called it quits and asked for another shake, he knew it was time for cardio but after about 20 minutes of running he just felt too sluggish to carry on and instead requested another shake to refuel with as he hit the sauna. And it felt good to be the only person for miles as he let his junk hang out as Unit added more coals to the fireplace.
The rest of the day was spend lazing out on the sofa playing some intense video games, so much so he had to stop at the snack bar for his gamer fuel, ordering an extra creamy milkshake. Oddly enough the milkshake tasted eerily simply to his shakes earlier , but he couldnât really focus on that especially when he had to get to the next level of his game. It wasnât long till he had finished his second milkshake but soon enough he knew he needed another âproperâ meal, ordering his favourite cheat meal for a late lunch, a double decker cheeseburgers and cheesy fries, he told himself he deserved it of course after all the weights he had lifted earlier, he must not have specified the order because when Unit appeared to had made almost halve a dozen of hand sized cheeseburgers he wondered if he had bitten of more than he could chew, but liking Unitâs incentive he simply ploughed straight though guzzling down on all the beefy cheesy burgers. Dinner wasnât until 9 , so he knew he could go overboard and still dine fine with Mr Gordo.
Finally plopping the last fry in his mouth, it was as if all the food he had eaten had caught up to him, on a normal day he would hit the gym again and burn some calories, but with all the food he had scoffed down he felt the worldâs biggest food coma coming on, the thought of hitting the treadmill compared to lazing on the couch soon faded away and he spent the rest of the day sitting it out on the sofa nodding in and out of a food coma and waking up to play his cock.
 The Knock on the door snapped Alex out of his sleepy rest, he had company - shit was it already 9 he must have missed his afternoon run. Unit had already opened the door and by the time Alex had wiped the saliva from his mouth, Mr Gordo and barged in to the room while he was still halve asleep on the couch, it quickly dawned on him also that he was still wearing nothing but a tight jock-strap.
âRelaxâ Mr Gordo said realising the look on Alexâs face as he squirmed about to get a cushion to cover his privatesÂ
âThis is your suite you home I wouldnât have you treat any other way, besides a good looking jock like you has nothing to be hide especially compared to this old fat bodyâ
âNon-sense, your in fine state, and if you ask me I need to bulk up a bitâÂ
This was met with another one of Mr Gordo deep chuckles
This had calmed Alex, but he still insisted on putting on some of Units prepared silky tracksuit before dinner,
Dinner of course was delicious, tonight it was honey drizzled pig, and yes he meant a whole pig, despite all the food he had gorged over the day, when he laid his eyes on the beautifully cooked pig he felt his mouth salivate and his stomach growl he found himself still craving more and more after each helping, it was just so juicy and rich, and besides thinking about those weights he couldât lift in the gym - he said he needed to get big and this is how he would do it.
Once again ,after the entire pig was scoffed down by the two of them, Mr Gordo escorted him though the factory and straight to the chocolate room. As Alex stepped though the door, the room came to live machines twirled and lights flashed as Unit.2 was pleases to see him. Tonight it was double layered chocolate cake the kind that was drizzled in chocolate and was about the size of his head, he and Mr Gordo dove straight in to their separate meals, but here Alexâs size showed him up he just couldnât take it, eating almost halve a pig and now digging into the richest and heaviest cake he had ever seen, he just couldnât stomach it , he forfeited, laying back in his chair and placing his hands on his heavily extended bloated stomach. And as Mr Gordo chuckled and reached over to eat some of Alexâs cake , the he most strangest thing happened, a metal arm extended from a nearby vent, grabbed the plate from Mr Gordo stubby arms and started to grab the remains of cake and feed it to AlexÂ
âFascinating, Iâve never seen Unit respond to anyone like this, itâs as if itâs wanting you to finish its food, why Alex I certainly think you have left an impression on this old aiâ Â
Alex couldnât help but blush before letting out a very tasty belch
âWell what can I say I have that power other the ladies⌠I mean robotsâ
Not wanting to let down the probably the smartest and arguably the biggest robot in the world, Alex took the spoonfuls of cake and stuffed them down, he was really gorging himself now, when he wanted to quit he told himself he would just burn of these extra calories in the gym tomorrow so there was really no harm. And as he stuffed his face with cake another metal arm emerged from a vent and appeared to rub his bloated abdomen, encouraging him even more to finish the cakeÂ
And when finally the last crumb had gone down his throat, the tube appeared again and Alex didnât know what came other him, but pushing himself forward he let the chocolate tube stuff his face him till he once more had to tap at. And as if it was an reward the same arm patted Alex on his head before retreating back into the ventsÂ
âNow Alex, my boy I would be careful if I were you, that chocolate is 100% divine, its very addictive and I would hold back if I were youâ Mr Gordo finally said after the whole ordeal âThat chocolate is hard to quit, just look at meâ
He chuckled as he slapped his fat gut
âNo problem , but I donât want to anger this robot beauty and besides I think Iâve got a bit of a stronger willpower then you huh Tubs â Alex laughed, not noticing Mr Gordoâs face drop slightlyÂ
âNever mind then forgot, I ever said anything, besides your an athlete, Iâm certain your athletes have lots of will power when it comes thisâ
âYh, yh willpowerâ Alex mumered as he licked the chocolate off his fingers.
 They made their way back to their respective parts of the factory - if Mr Gordo had been troubled earlier he made no effort to show it as he patted Alex on the back as they parted away , Alex chuckled to himself as he let Unit brush his teeth and clean his face thinking about how ridicules it was of Mr Gordo to tell him to be careful with the chocolate, after all he was a star athlete it was in his nature to be strong. Yet the moment he hit his bed and felt Unit tuck him in, he fell into a much needed food coma dreaming about all the chocolate that awaited him over the next couple of months.Â
Chapter 4Â
It had now been nearly two months of staying in the suite and Alex had quickly gotten used to his new and much more convenient life, he would wake up every morning to the smell of a big hearty American breakfast being cooked just for him, in the bathroom all the tedious jobs of brushing his teeth and even washing himself was done by the robots happily. He could spend the entire day in his underwear and there was no one to protest- not that they would of course, Unit certainly didnât complain as he strolled about in his underwear and silk robe. Each morning he looked forward to what Unit had had prepared for him, his favourite of course was the buttery pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and sided with a tray full of crunchy bacon. Unit had noted that this was his preferred meal ,so of course went the extra mile of doubling down on its size whenever it was served. Somedays Alexandro would start the day with nearly a dozen fat pancakes, and he loved it - he was finally being treated like the stud he was, sometimes he would hit the Gym for a couple hours pushing weights while being weighted on by Unit who would always refill his chocolatey protein shakes, he still attempt a bit of cardio here and there but breakfast always left him feeling so sluggish especially after weights so with that cardia was off and replaced with sauna time. As the weeks passed the games library would always be updated with Alex finding himself being glued to the screen with what ever next level game he was supplied with, and of course he could play vr, it was the most intense thing he did. While he gamed he would constantly be grazing on whatever the snack bar had on that day- somedays it would be cotton candy other nachos but there would always be chocolate to Alexâs delight. Lunch was Alexâs anchor in the day it split his two gaming session in halve and Unit always made sure it was worth it , Unit of course had followed suit of Alexâs requirements to get bigger and provided Alex with all the meat a jock like him needed to get bigger, somedays he would plough though nearly a dozen beefy overspilling burgers and of course the cheesiest fries imaginable others it would deep dish pizzas and hordes of overspilling tacos. The remaining part of the day would be spent dozing in and out of a food coma which Alex had called getting ready for dinner he needed time to probably digest his food before meeting up with Mr Gordo. The competitive natures of the two had really quickly turned dinner into a eating competition between the pair of them to see who could digest the most quickest, Mr Gordo of course won but Alex wasnât always that far off, his competitive nature told told himself that it was just because Mr Gordo was a complete fatty with no control that allowed him to beat him. Desert was however was the polar opposite to dinner the two of them would savour the gourmet and brilliant deserts designed for them by Unit.2, here they would engage mostly in conversation about Alexâs athletic life, Alex would explain in absolute detail his play through as a quarterback and how winning was so easy with a body like his, while digging into Units chocolatey deserts. Then came the best part of the day , his treat for eating all his food, the most divine chocolate in the world pouring down his throat, and as the weeks passed Alex could take more and more of it until he almost lasted a complete minute before spluttering it all up, he hadnât heeded Mr Gordoâs advise and how could he it was too good.
month 4
Burrrpppppppppp,
Alexandro let out the another burp as he finished another one of Unitâs shakes, ahhh it tasted so good and creamy he thought as he scratched his bloated stomach, it was almost dinner and he hadnât left the sofa all day and why would he anything he could possible need was delivered straight to him by unit. He wondered to himself as unit delivered a dozen of fresh hot donuts straight to his mouth as he gamed what possible joy Unit could find like this serving his every need.
Little did he know how much Unit revelled in serving him, over the last couple of months had Unit able to learn so much about humans, about their likes and their needs, Alex was Unitâs little case study and it was learning some about him, storing all of his behaviours over the last couple of months in to its hard drive - what he liked to eat,at what time Alex liked to be woken and most importantly how much he had seemed to enjoy Unitâs mission of getting him âbiggerâ. Unit was able to scan Alexâs brain every time whenever it delivered a plate full of food to him and the endorphins were off the scale - Unit was definitely doing something right. Unit was learning so much and growing in its knowledge about what humans needed and Unit hadnât been the only thing growing since had Alex moved in, Unitâs sensors eagerly picked up on Alexâs inflating size. As Alex laid on the couch mostly naked, Unit was easily able to detect the changes in Alexâs size. First it had been his abs, they quickly had lost their definition and were now slowly being coated in a layer of fat, according to Unitâs access to the web Alexâs abdomen could know actually be classified as a gut, and these changes were all over Unit eagerly noted how Alex pecs were swelling up day by day with more adipose the same changes were being seen in his ballooning butt - Unit made note to alter Alexâs clothes at night ( once it researched how alarming humans can find this experience). Notes were made on Alexâs thickening waistline which was outgrowing his first 29 inch measurement  it was getting thicker and thicker which Unit believed was the human bodyâs adaption to support his growing midsection. Unit scanned Alex all over detecting his loss in muscle tissue and tone and his increase in body fat levels and compared it to the surface changes of how Alexâs arms and thighs were swelling up with all this extra fat, it connetced this to Alexâs changes in behaviour. Over the last couple of months Alex was noted to use the gym less and less and favoured more sedentary practices in and how despite his change in exersise levels he still carved more and more food - food which Unit was particular energy rich. Unit was having a marvellous time, scanning and learning about humans and Alex was their prefect guina pigÂ
Completely oblivious to all these scans Alex reached for a donut than another plugged into to his Vr headset he had no idea how well noted his descent of gluttony was being. As his hand danced blindly around an empty donut box searching for any stragglers the loud sound of Mr Gordo knocking on the door for dinner broke him form his gluttonous ritual, the days sure went fast when halve of it was spent sleeping and the other halve gaming, he had spent almost another whole day entirety on the sofa eating whatever he could possibly have wanted and he wouldnât have it any other way.
âAlex my boy, come on quickly before the food gets coldâ Mr Gordo chuckled turning off of his VR setÂ
Alex quickly stirred of the sofa, flicking of the crumbs of his stomach and licking the icing of his fingers
âUmm dinner - whatâs it tonightâ
âJust you wait my boyâ chuckled Mr Gordo eyeing up AlexÂ
Years of only spending his days with robots fixing them and winding them up, had made Mr Gordo enjoy having another play thing in his arms, when Alex had insulted him the over day he knew a funny little game he could play on the poor boy and as he sized by Alex he could see the boy was playing it very well.Â
 As Alex off course had been very musclier before and with such an impressive build the changes were harder to see but they were there, Mr Gordo of course noticed that the jock had significantly widened in the waist, the boys abs could only faintly be seen as his stomach had rounded out and muffin topped over his tight jockstrap, and that the beginning of a double chin was slowly forming around the studs face paired with his cheeks losing their tight definition Â
Dinner had of course grown in size to accommodate Alexâs increase in appetite, he was drinking nearly 5l of shakes ever day all of which riddled with appetite enhances so now after 4 month he was plowing through dinner with Mr Gordo. Only a month ago Alex would have called it quits but when Mr Gordo signalled for Unit to bring out the 3rd helping of turkey - it was like his competitive nature went into overdrive, as he reached for helping after helping mimic Mr Gordoâs piggish appetite.
âAlex, its nice to see you throughly making use of all the ai in your suiteâ, let out Mr Gordo after the plates of food between the two had been licked clean
âOf course I have Mr Gordoâ Alex let out in-between burpsÂ
âMight I add, Alex that unit has told him your instructions of getting big, would you like myself to install a fitness regime into the gym aiâ
âNah donât sweat it, all this extra stuffing is simply just fuel for my bulk, I gotta get big first and then imma hit the treadmill to burn off any side effectsâ
âWell, Iâm sure a jock like you knows whatâs best, and let me just add yourâre certainly looking more beefier than when you first cameâ
âYeah, its all about the process of course, gotta get big first to get some massive gains when I leaveâ
â Certainly my dear boy now if you donât mind , I think its time for dessert, If I dare say so myselfâ
The simple mention of desert made Alexâs eyes lit up , like always Unit.2 had completely outdone themselves producing gourmet chocolatey eclairs each pumped to the brim with delicious cream, the moment they entered Alexâs eyesight he was fixed on stuffing each one down his throat, it wasnât long till he was covered in chocolate and his stomach was fully bloated after another day of ploughing through his food - this was the good life Alex thought to himself as he licked up the remains chocolate form his lipsÂ
Dropping Alex of at his suite, Mr Gordo made a quick stop before hitting his bed,
âUnit boot upâ
With his voice Unit woke itself up immediately from its charging spot and awaited Mr Gordoâs command
âUnit under my instructions I want you to increase you protocols on making master Alexandro bigger, this means doing what ever you can to following his demands and taking it to 300%â
âYes master Gordo, anything elseâ
âNow that you have mentioned it, the gym equipment inside masters Alexandro suite is to be in a permanent state of renovationsâ Mr Gordo continued âNone of this is to be mentioned to the my little Guinea pig master Alexandro instead carry like on normalâ
âYes masterâ
Chapter 5
 6 monthsÂ
 Every day the smell of sizzling bacon would find its ways through the suite and cluster around Alexâs bed, it become second nature for him to wake up, stomach rumbling eager to be fed. The smell of the pancakes filled the air as the robots brushed his teeth and washed him, Alex couldnât even remember the last time he had to do all those tedious chores for himself. And finally the smell of freshly squeezed OJ called him to the dining table as he quickly pulled up his custom underwear and put on his fluffy robe and slippers, eager to eat his breakfast
Alex couldnât place it but it was as if it had happened over night, but the food Unit cheffed up must have almost doubled in size and quadrupled in taste, breakfast was constant feasts of platters filled high with greasy strips of bacon and towering stacks of plump pancakes. But despite this monstrous portions, by the time he was done with it there wasnât a crumb left on the table, he was eating more than he had ever had and yet still he hungered for more. It might have been when the gym was closed for temporary repairs which soon turned into an almost permanent closure that he saw his diet skyrocket in food , and at first Alex was a little perplexed by this as the days turned into weeks of closure the idea of a gym even existing slowly faded out of his mind, instead it was replaced with hours spent lounging on the couch binge watching all the tv he could ever wanted, and gaming in the suite trying out the latest Vr experiences that required very little movement - hours could be spent plugged in steering at the screen with one hand on the console and the other constantly grazing on whatever snacks Unit left beside him.Â
Lunch had now seemingly evolved into 2 meals to make up the numerous amount of spare time in the day, Alex had the pleasure of being served lunch every where he was, the suite with its high tech technology bended and folded around him to make suitable eating spaces that could accommodate for the copious amount of food that would be served up. Alex would stuff his face with Bbq coated ribs and handfuls of crispy chips washing it all down with copious amounts of creamy milkshakes and refreshing coke without ever moving an inch . After Lunch he would spend his hours in the newly built spa section - built just for him ( Mr Gordoâs fix due to current state of the gym he was told) , and just like ever other part of the factory it was riddled with robots ready to serve Alexâs every whim and need. He was given rigorous massages ( which he was told were the same exercise requirements as hitting the gym or something like that, when Unit brought up the numbers his mind quickly wondered). All he knew was that it worked for him, the machine had to all the work and all he had to do was lie there - all in all it sounded like the ideal workout, he was paraded around on a moveable island that was carried to various stations where the robots oiled him up and massaged his growing body, finishing it off in a long sauna session. After being all pampered up the rest of the day was spent lazing about and waiting for this his next favourite part - Dinner. The simple knock of the door got his stomach rumbling, and with the walk to dinner seemingly getting longer and longer Alex was ravenous when he sat done at the table not nothing the pungent sweat forming in the rolls his ballooning body.Â
Dinner was in a league of its own, like everything else it had been ballooned to behind recognition, they must have spent hours in silence feasting on whatever Unit wheeled out, the pair of them ate like pigs and definitely started to resemble them - each other rubbing on the other, and after the seconds and the thirds the pair of them both forgot about the silly competition they had between them, as their laid back in the comfortable chairs, guts exposed to the world breathing their deep breathes too stuffed to move. However this moment of pause was shortly lived as with a the sound of a bell being rung, the door to the chocolate room was opened and a tall familiar muscular figure stood in the pathway.Â
Over the duration of the stay Mr Gordo had gone on and on about Unit.2 how it would be lifelike, smarter more mobile - in simple mirroring the human body and mind - Alex had paid this little attention until the first prototypes started to move out , where he was met by more and more models - they started out ever so simple, the first one was basically the base Unit model, but then as the weeks rolled past the model got more and more impressive. They got larger and larger, their limbs more smooth and their design more futuristic, it wasnât long till their long metals limbs were replaced with sleek metal human shaped arms, and long strong fitting legs replaced Unitâs giant wheels. The body of the machine evolved to mirror that of a firm metal torso, and finally the head was moulded into shape. When Mr Gordo finally reached the final model, Alex was at first a little drawn back up its startling familiar appearance
âPerplexed my dear boyââ
Alex was more the startled it looked almost like him
âWell my boy, I have a secret to profess, when I first laid eyes on you , I knew right then and there that you handsome form and shape would be the perfect base for Unit.2â
Alex didnât know what to say as he approached the 7ft tall imposing metal robot that had a remarkable similarity to himself
âWhy donât be alarmed - take it as a compliment of course - and Come meet Adamâ
And with that the towering grey robot came to live, with red beaming eyes and a deep murmur, it came to live like a creature re-awakening of a long sleep, its limbs started to move and twist its parts shifted under their own weight and finally its head tilted just like a humans - until as if becoming aware of its environment it turned to face AlexÂ
And in a deep robotic voice it proclaimedÂ
âHello Alexandra, how can I be of service todayâ
And since then Alex was hooked, he wished to spend ever second in this factory with this amazing experiment but under Mr Gordoâs order Adamâs appearances were heavily restricted. Alex could go weeks without seeing them, but that didnât matter when Adam appeared in to the door way- just like they did tonight, they pair of them would spend hours communicating and conversing. Leaps and bounds were made in-between this appearance as Mr Gordo tinkered away and it wasnât long that Adam seemed to be a fully sentient functioning robot who had their own their own thoughts and feelings.
And so when Unit rang the desert bell Alex did look forward to the food but the idea seeing Adam was more the greater reward. When Adam appeared it was like no time had even passed and the two would pick up on their long conversations, Adam couldnât help but question the outside world and Alex was happy to abide. Adam just like Unit did learned all about Alex and most importantly he learned what a sweet tooth the boy and with its more powerful body that had control over all the machines in the chocolate room it seemed to take joy in making marvellous chocolate dishes for Alex to sink his teeth into. And the twoâs relationship only grew as Alex was stuffed his face with dessert after dessert explains his life outside as Adam happily watched and observedÂ
As the months passed, Alex could barely keep track of what he ate for dinner the previous day let alone what day it was , he was happily living in this chocolatey blissful bubble - and although the outside world wasnât far away- he gave it no thought at all but all this came crashing down the moment Mr Gordo opened his lips to sayÂ
âWell Alex, I hope youâve enjoyed you stay here - what is it one one week left till I have to bid you goodbyeâ
It was like an endless cold rain cloud over his head , Alex felt as if he had been rudely awoken from a perfect dream to his harsh new reality that he would have to return to the outside world , the food over the week seemed colder and his bed was less comfy now that he knew this was all not permeant, and as much as he wished it wouldnât the week flew by until it was his final night
And with Unit packing his bags, he was soon met with an even harshly reality, heâd gone a bit too crazy with his bulk and was had long passed chubby territory and his once trim muscular body was unmistakable fat
 The rude awakening occurred to him as he pulled out his pre factory life clothes, and even with Unitâs help he couldnât squeeze himself back into them his nikey joggers wouldnât budge over his pudgy thighs, his tight muscle frame shirts strained to get over his ample pecs not to mention his mountainous abdomen with his larger shirts failing at the next hurdle - his ample love handles leaving his girth sides and front bulge out.Â
And as the sound of tearing filled the room as he tried to put on his Nikey jacket over him it stood no chance against his hefty back Alex knew it was futile. How had he let this happen, he thought as he stared at himself in the suiteâs 360 mirrors he knew he had put on some weight, maybe some muscle as well but as he tried to flex his arms all he saw was fat. Admittedly he knew had gone overboard with the food, but how couldnât he wasnât that what he was there for. His damn sweet tooth had cursed him as piled dish after dish down into his greedy mouth and now his big mouth had caught up to him.
 Alex knew he had put on some fat in his stay but seeing his torn trousers on the floor and tank tops that he couldnât squee his arms into it - he didnât realise it was this bad. For fucks sake he had a proper fat boy gut, deep under there once stone-cut abs but now as he slapped his gut it jiggled, and it wasnât hard to see how his trousers split he was massive he even had proper fat boy love handles not to mention jiggly man tits. Turning around in the mirror he couldnât help but shed a tear at his rotund arse - his muscular bubble but was long as he took tow hands to grip one doughy but cheek
Alex couldnât even recognise himself as he saw the fat potbellied body in the mirror mimic his every action . Fuckk, he thought as he rubbed his hands over his plumped up body, he was soft all over, how had he let his body get so bad - the factory life had been a very sweet tasty bubble and now all he had left to show for it was a pair of plump titis and a massive waistline. There was no doubt about it he looked like the picture boy of a chocolate factory FUCK, he imagined it now - the reporters face outside when they saw his fattie frame step outÂ
The tabloids would be crazy, flashing his before and after picks on ever surface, his fat face and much fatter butt would be everywhere, he was too distracted pinch and poking his blubber to feel his dick grow hard under his wide stomach - it didnât help that he couldnât even see itÂ
âMaster Alex, I am hearing lots of swearing coming from the suite - is everything all rightâ
âLook at me - Unit Iâm a laughing stockâ
Unit sensing distain in Alexâs voice - quickly activated itâs reassurance protocols
âWhat ever is the matter, all I see is a Strapping young man - who I can sense has a very muscle percentage under all that â
âAnd you from what youâve been telling me you will drop all this weight in no timeâ Unit continued as it feeled up Alexâs overweight body
Maybe it was Unitâs exploring arms rubbing his flesh frame to their sweet lies but as Alexâs head was slowly feeling with endorphins as Unit started to massage his portly frame he did wonder how glorious his cut would be after this âbulkâ
Unit went on - detecting it was working with Alexâs raised endorphins and growing memberÂ
âWith your previous calculations I am certain you will get straight back in shape in no time at all anyway as I calculate most of weight is simply water weight â
It was like a light was switched on in Alexâs head, of course that makes more sense - this was all just water weight wasnât it , and of course Unit was not going to lie to him about it . Alexâs worries seen faded away and were replaced with spastic waves oh his dick cumiming as imagined how shredded he would be after his cut while Unit continued to massage his fatty rolls harder and harderÂ
 And as Unit wiped away his cum Alex had no time to think about his cut as his thoughts were quickly distracted by the knocking on the door - it was dinner and he had definitely worked himself up an appetite
The walk seemed to take forever ,as Mr Gordo went on and one with how much Unit was cooking up a to honour Alexâs departure, as as Alexâs mouth watered his chubby legs tried to get him there as fast as they couldÂ
Unit had of course outdone themselves once again, when the plates were delivered it was like a chip was activated in Alexâs brain hie eyes took in the towering plates of food and his arms reached out to grab them all he wanted to do was eat and eat. Even as he felt the mound of his body hit the table as reached over to pick up the medium done steaks and piles of creamy mash potatoes, he couldnât help himself - and besides this was his last night a little indulge wouldnât hurt
Ring Ring Ring, the sound of Unit ringing the bell for desert only ruled Alex more to finish his food to get ready for dessert, he felt the warmth he felt every night for the last 6 months of stuffing himself to the brim and it only made me more hungryÂ
âMy boy, I will miss you very muchâ
Mr Gordo went on as the pair of them scarfed down their third desert delivered by hand by Adam
âThis whole factory has learnt so much form you - not to mention Adamâ
Alex turned to see Adam performing their taskâs fast and swiftly in the background - Alex didnât let on that he would probably miss Adam more than Mr Gordo
Mr Gordo went onÂ
âAnd I see that you have certainly changed since staying in my factory - havenât you my boyâ Mr Gordo chuckled as he reached over to prod Alex in his fatty rollsÂ
âYou see that its not so hard to put on the pounds when staying in a Chocolate factory, not long till youâre my size - hey boyâ
He chuckledÂ
âWhat⌠oh this its nothingâ Alex retorted slapping his padded midsection - he didnât notice Adamâs attention turning towards him in the background
âCouple shifts in the gym - and it will be right off - old manâ Alex laughed as he grabbed for another scoop of ice-creamÂ
âAll I need is a good week of gym sessions - and I will back in action, and more stole than everâ
Alex went on, not noticing the scheming eye of Mr Gordo
âIâve got a long way till Iâm anyway near your ballpark⌠ââ
And as Alex tugged into his fourth helping delivered straight by Adam - he certainly didnât notice the enlarged vein on Mr Gordoâs headÂ
â But I âŚI ⌠mean sure Iâm not in the best shape right now, and the media will go crazy when I step outside tomorrowâ Alex stuttered as he remembered how much water weight he was carrying right now licking his bowl clean in between words.
âBut I sure, yh, that all I need is a few gym sessions and I can drop this water weightâ He said halve convincingly Â
â All water weight you say, huh boy Why if that so .. and all you need is few shifts in the gym and you will back in fighting shapeâ
Alex nodded, his double chins bulging out as as his lowered his headÂ
The boy had failed to learn his lesson, even when he was carrying all these extra pounds he still saw himself as a titan of of fitness - Mr Gordo thought, he had to fix this fast and he knew just the way to do it.
âHey my boy, If thatâs so, why donât you extend your stay here, save the initial embarrassment tomorrow you know and drop the weight in hereâ
Alex sighed a bigger internal relief than he realised  - this was easily an lifesaver, he could drop all his extra padding here while living the good this was an easy answer
âOh yh of course - best of both worlds huh, Iâm sure the girls can wait a through more weeks till they me haâ He chuckled trying to play it cool - flexing his porky arms
âExcellant, my dear boy only issue is youâve will just have to sign another waive of course, nothing serious just protocol and stuffâ
âYh cool - whateverâ Alex was over the moon, but made sure to play it coolÂ
He quickly signed the contact to distract to properly read it as Adam brought him his fifth helping of chocolate ice cream to celebrate the good news
Mr Gordo chuckled to himself, as he picked up the signed contact, wiping off the chocolate from Alexâs mess. The boy had fallen into the trap just like a fat boy in a candy shop - he had been to eager and had happily skipped over the clauses of definite containment in the factory, giving Mr Gordo all the time he needed to finish playing with his plump guinea pig
Chapter 6Â
Month ?
Alex marvelled in this extra time he given to cut the fat, the idea of his body after his cut made him so hard he couldnât control himself - luckily Unit was always happy to give a hand or two. ( Alex didnât notice the weird odd spasm Unit would produce as it massaged and grabbed his fat). And as gesture to aid Alex in his weight loss Mr Gordo insisted that the state of art gym would be open any time soon and that he was just finishing the small details here and there. In the mean time Alex tried to start his cut, but it appeared fantasising about his dream body was a lot easier than working for it, he met the biggest roadblock straight away it appeared Mr Gordo had instructed Unit of his new dieting goals and Unit had swiftly put them to place. Alex met these changes on a very startling morning , as he plopped himself down on the breakfast table eager to be fed and was only met with a small bowl of oats.Â
âWhat it this Unitâ
âFor you stick diet orders straight from Mr Gordoâ
âOh yhâ Alex begrudgingly responded sinking a spoon into the greyish pile of oats laid in-front of him, they wonât bad tasting not even it was just so bland compared to the stacks of pancakes he was used to . There wasnât even a single spoon of honey in them let along some sugar and when his spoon hit the bottom of the empty bowl, the sound of Unit bringing over new plates filled with breakfast goodies was strikingly absent. This was barely enough to settle his ravenous hungry forcing Alex to leave the table with his stomach growling for new food. This pattern was seen throughout the day, lunch was no better a simple sandwich was all that awaited him and long gone were the numerous confectionaries scattered about the suite. By the time dinner rolled around Alex felt like had been starved, his mind couldnât even remember the last time he had eaten so little.Â
 Dinner was arguable the worse part- as he ate on his end of the table with a plate of white rice and beans down on the other end sat Mr Gordo stuffing his face with plates upon plates of meats and pastas . Alex tried to steal a plate but Unit detected this and quickly removed the plate of creamy mashed potatoes far from his chubby arms. How could Alex live like this, he thought as he went to bed hungry, - he didnât even get desert, he was starving and he needed something sweet asap he had a hungry for it and it wasnât going to be so easily down-trotten.Â
As the days passed and the mandatory diet showed no sign of stopping - Alex grew even more lethargic and depressed he had nothing to eat not to mention that his meeting with Adam also vanished . This was a disaster and when he woke up in the middle of night in sweats - he felt starved it must have been days since he had even seen some chocolate, he could not continue to live like this. As he searched the suite - every nook and cranny was empty. This was hell, Alex was famished, his stomach hunger pangs were relentless - calling to be fed and his brain was no better at every second of day he craved sugar and chocolate. Sure he needed to cut but surely there was another way to do it, he just wasnât strong enough he needed to be fed now, and then the most devious idea entered his head, he knew where he could some chocolate so late at night - a whole lake of it.
With the factory in night mode, Alex set of to the chocolate room as quiet as fat boy could, it was pitch black and he ended up getting lost numerous times but the deep dark smell of chocolate kept him going. Until he finally laid eyes on the deep pool of chocolate, it was majestic - like seeing a mirage, Alex sprinted the fastest his chubby legs could take him. The guards were down and there was nobody around - who would ever know.
 It started with a sip, then a handful, with grew into two hands cusping up the chocolate, it was just so good the moment his lips touched the creamy dark chocolate, he was in heaven. It lit every bulb and flipped every switch in his head, as the delicious chocolates entered his mouth he was transported away. And he needed more and more - he leaned over the edge trying to get a better position, he was too distracted to notice his centre of gravity shift to over the edge, and his weak chubby legs could definitely not enough to support his overweight upper flab. And then in slow motion, with his face deep in chocolate he felt his obese body give away - but thankfully just before he was about to fall he felt cold metal arms coming to his rescue to lift him out.
It was AdamÂ
âOh Adam, thank you so muchâ Alex sighed - going in to give Adam a deep hug, his doughy soft body heavily contrasting with Adamâs sleek metal frame.
âHappy to be of serviceâ Adam responded in his code heavy voice.
Adam then went silence, as Alex licked his fingers clean of chocolate, as if was sensing his new environment, taking in Alexâs blubbery body
âThank god you saved me - I would have been a gonerâÂ
âThat certainty would be true any longer and the chocolate would be all consuming all you would want to do is drink more and more until you lungs are filled with itâ Unit responded creating an award silence, detecting this it aimed to change the conversation
âCan I ask what brings you here at this hourâ
âOh it just Iâve been so hungry - and Unit has seemed to cut of my food supplyâ
âWhat - whatever whyâ
âOh you know - this diet is to help me shift this extra weightâ Alex chuckled as his patted his plump tubby
âDonât worry about that - I will be sure to give Unit a word or two - I canât have you putting yourself in danger now can Iâ
When Adam talked so imposing and in charge, Alex couldnât help but swoon a littleÂ
âNo I need it - have to drop this extra pounds - you knowâ
âMatter of fact I donâtâ
Adam responded stepping closer to Alex, almost towering over him
It went onÂ
âIsnât amazing how you humans can grow and change so originallyâ
Adam said as his arms drifted over Alexâs chubby body
Alex was silenced - Adam had never talked so freely before - and he hated to admitted it but he was a little turned on with how Adam was talking about himÂ
âI mean look at you, so rounded out and soft - Us robots can only dream about having a body like thisâ
Adam talked deeper and deeper, as it kneaded Alexâs body.
It wasnât long before Alex found his member throbbing
âAh there it is again, see how amazing the human body isâ
Alex felt shocked at his own submission Â
âYou know to be honest, I cannot control myself, sometimes I have to take control of your suite Unit and explore your body whenever I wish toâ
Alex shivered a bit - upon hearing this all those times he saw Unit spasm must have been Adam taking over, but that didnât stop his member form protruding out from under his gut
âAh there it is again â
In a careful movement - Adam used one hand to grab a roll of fat and another Alexâs member
And with a moan the rest of the night turned into a world of sensation for Alex, Adam explored his body like a scientist eager to explore a new planet. Every pound of his body was massaged and jiggled, Alex felt his new body in ways he could never imagine - and he enjoyed it
âNow Alex, I want you to come freely here whenever you need - and donât worry I will always have my eye on youâ Adam said as it waved Adam goodbye as he  left though the doors back to his suite stomach full and covered in chocolate
Chapter 7Â
Alex didnât know what month it was let alone day, after he signed the contact time changed - he seemed to lose all control of it. At first days seemed to be a blur as he continued his gluttonous lifestyle, once he had signed the contact Mr Gordo had made no mention of when his final day was to be so, and Alex saw no need to bring it up, especially now that Adam had seemed to restore his meals back to their former status. The smell of bacon and pancakes returned to fill Alexâs mornings and lunchâs were piled on high with burgers and pizzas, not to mention all the snacks stations restored to their previous fullness. To begin with Alex tried to slowly increase his portion size back to a âhealthyâ balance after all once the gym was opened it was back to the cut, but despite his good intentions and with the gym continued to maintain shut, he found himself fighting a losing battle to contain his gluttonous appetite. This wasnât especially helped by his and Adam secret late night rendezvous where the machine made sure that his lover had tables full os chocolatey desserts ready to keep them fed as Adam explored their body
Alex had started out eating a decent halve of his previous diet, restraining himself from finishing the copious plates of foods , but without any clear sign in the horizon of an end date this restriction barely held - it wasnât long before the floodgates opened one extra dish turned to another, a second lunch turned into a third and then a forth. He was soon eating more than he was eating before his âdietâ it was like his brain was accounting for the lost meals in his short lived fast. But Alex couldnât help himself, he need to eat it was like an addiction to him, goaded on by Adamâs lustrous words - in their late night sessions. Adam would encourager his organic lover to eat more and more and when Alex felt like he was about to burst Adam took over force feeding Alex the rest of whatever was laid in-front of him. Alex never viewed himself to so submissive but when Adam took charge he simply let them, towering over him Adam commanded respect and as their two bodies grew more and more in contrast Alex submitted more and more.
âAlex by dear boyâÂ
Mr Gordo boomed as he bragged into the suite
âIts the big day - your gym is finally openâ
Alex looked up from his plate of fried food, snapping out of his feeding loop.Â
Mr Gordo chuckled to himself as he saw the fat boy quickly climb to his feet - using the table to lift his obese frame up, it was obvious the boy hadnât been adhering to his diet plan, he was more rotund than ever, a couple of months sure he could have dropped the weight and return tho his former glory but now asMr Gordo saw as Alex try to composed himself wiping the crumbs of his mouth and fat folds - the boy was a last hope.
âAh finally, about time I get this diet in action - huhâ
âYes right as rain once again boy - and Iâm sure youâll be eager to see your new additions to your gymâ
Alex was more than eager- finally it was time to shift these pesky pounds he thought as he trailed behind Mr Gordo milkshake in hand slurping up the remnants.
âNow boy I think you will happy with these changes wonât youâ My Gordo laughed eyeing up Alexâs protruding paunch that entered doors before he did.
Alex was jaw-smacked for a spilt section, have the gym was filled with state of the art gym equipment - sleek and modern but this wasnât what captured his attention the most. The other halve of the room had all its gym equipment torn out and instead replaced with rows of worldly food carts built into the wall. He quickly lost all attention of the gym equipment as he waddled past them and went straight to the stalls. The moment he stepped across the barrier, the stall manned with robotic animatronic came to life, the Chinese stand in particular started buzzing and churning until finally it produced a plate piled high with thick oily noodles coated in sweet and sour chicken
âWhat âŚ.. how did it âŚ.â
âKnow exactly what you were hankering for - my boy, you can call it magic but I like to call it scienceâ
As Alex reached out and grabbed the dish and plopped down on the extremely comfortable sofas - Mr Gordo went on..
âThis sensors can detect whatever you want by the moment you enter this doors - think of it as a treat for entering the gym Alexâ
âNot that you need one - right Mr Athlete â
Alex nodded his head his mouth full of ChineseÂ
âNow Iâll leave you be - I think France is cooking up something over thereâ
Alex happily agreed turning his head to see his fresh crepes being made
And so Alexâs cut commenced, sure he had some extra weight to his frame but with his gym back he would easily drop the pounds, and it was certainly time. He couldnât keep the facade up much longer - his was definitely in dire need for the gym, he couldnât remember the last time he could see feet as the mound of stomach blocked his view - everywhere he looked he found fat upon fat . And when he explored his growing body at night caressing his hands over his thick thighs and feeing his moobs fat - he hated how turned on he got thinking about how Adam touched him there . This lifestyle was dangerous and it had to go - he couldnât even recognise himself in the mirror, his face had softened out filled with chub from his triple chins and chubby cheeks. He looked like those fat fucks he used to see in the gym struggling to hit a minute of cardio,, now that he was in their shoes he could easily see why. Being fat was tiring, waddling around the suite all day was hard work, not to forgot how lethargic he was now, he broke sweats trying to get out of bed and often need Unit to fully get him up, he was just so heavy especially with the gut of his.
But all this had to go and today was where it started. Or so he thought, the moment he stepped though the gym doors determined to burn the fat the sound of the robotic chefs whizzing about quickly broke the silence and it wasnât long till the smell of fresh cooked food filled the gym luring him away from the equipment. Most days he could barley get a rep in with the smell taunting him and it was so easy to quit after all he had to do was waddle to the other side of the room. Besides working out was just so tedious not to mention embarrassing as he felt squeezed into the already comically large weight machines, he just couldnât righting to urge to stuff his face with the pain of working out. His willpower just wasnât strong enough to continually face the smell of fresh Belgian waffles, or crispy batter of fish and chips or the fresh Italian over grilled pizzas.
 His gym sessions may have started out with him struggling to lift various weights and gasping for breath on treadmills but they quickly morphed to him instead struggling to finish all the worldly treats as he stomach continually was pushed to its limits and him gasping for breathe as he waddled back to the stalls for more food And it wasnât long that he gave up altogether officially too weak to fight his stomach desire called to be fed.
Alex quickily returned to his gluttony the cut was always delayed till the next day then the next week and then the next month, he was a man lost to his own hunger for food, he became an eating machine time passed freely months flew by and Alex paid them no attention as long as Unit filled his plate high and Adam made deep chocolaty love to him he was content.
The curve of his belly continued to grow as the months flashed pass, day by day the copious amounts of calories latched themselves to Alex wide frame, Alex couldnât even fight back in fact he was happy to continue pigging out. He was engorged in his food he didnâtâ even notice or care how at dinners he demanded more and more, how machines soon acted like convey belts bringing him more and more food and how his mobility was slowly eroding away as he piled his plate higher and higher. Alex payed little attention to how getting out of bed now always required the strong pull from Unit or how he now he head to squeeze through door ways where his fat filled out frames, or the fact his body was quickly outgrowing his suite. Once built for an athletic stud, furniture buckled under Alexâs bloated body, mirrors failed to to encompass his rotound frame, Vr head sets barely squeezed unto his head and not to mention the shower could no longer fit Alex in any way at all . Alex simply payed these no attention, simply grunting as he shoved his fat through doorways and burping as he squished his doughy arse unto too small chairs too pre-occupied by whatever food was laid out in front of him.
Mr Gordo of course was happy to help, surprising Alex every day with more and more changes - wider doorways, reinforced toilets and the biggest addition of all a people mover made just for Alex. To save the walk to the spas and dinner, although Mr Gordo had to admit the last addition was mainly for him - their walks to dinner had become a tedious chore for him as Alexâs pace regressed to a snails pace constantly waddling behind him. It was oblivious all of Alexâs energy was now reserved for eating dnd as they sat at dinner Mr Gordo couldnât help but chuckle as he saw Alex ravenously stuff his face.Â
Mr Gordo had had the front row seat of Alexâs decent to gluttony and he marvelled to remember how the mountainous mound of fat infant of him had the once been a handsome muscular cocky young man, who now had long passed Mr Gordoâs own weight and was soaring past it. The boy had definitely learned his lesson it had only took a couple hundreds of pounds of fat to him to squeeze it out of, and he reached over to butter his rolls the boy was oblivious to how he was weight his weight in research, Alexâs appetite was priceless to Mr Gordo and he needed Alex fatter and he needed it now.
Mr Gordo saw little need to mention to Alex how a year had passed since the amended contact the boy was happy what was the need to disturb that. And besides Mr Gordo even questioned with Alex could ever even return to pre-factory life, Alex had lost himself to his uncontraollable appetite and the boy dint even care. The once energetic jock was rolled out of him to make away for all the fat he had piled under his body, the boy was even losing his own basic mobility becoming a caricature of a fatty. And Mr Gordo was happy to aid, drawing up new amendments, a new suite with bigger frames once built to accommodate its obese inhabitants all designed around Mr Gordoâs breakthrough the People Mover. It was prefect Alex barely had to leave it all, he could sleep in it, be washed in it, eat in it - it was ingenius, sure Alex left it for small parts of the day but as Mr Gordo modified it those hours quickly shortened. And of course it was all worth it, just has he had hoped Alex was ballooning he was helpless to it, the more he used the fatter he got the fatter he got the harder it was to move making him use it even more. Allowing Mr Gordo to pry off even more data now especially from a sedentary blob of fat, the people mover was built to contain up to 500lbs of fat and Mr Gordo wanted to make sure not a lbs was wasted.
But unbeknownst to Mr Gordo design wasnât immune to Adamâs ever growing inception, it wasnât long till Adam was able to momentarily take over the people mover to get even closer to Alex and more importantly Alexâs fat. Adam was growing smarter and smarter by the day and with it so did its fascinating in Alex, when the two were alone Adam caressed, and stoked and kneaded every once of Alex - it was memorised by Alexâs organic blubbery frame. Alex was its play thing and Adam couldnât get enoughÂ
Unfortunately for Alex, the danger of being trapped between an inverters desire for research and profit to a robot deep fascination of its lovers organic shape and roundness was unknown to him . But nor would it have had much effect on him - he was happy to eat and oblivious to the dangers his expansive body was leading him toÂ
Chapter 8 Part 1
This was bad, worse than bad, as Alex laid there in bed, wriggling and squirming under his own weight he was stuck by his body or more precisely his fat. Pushing off his sleep apnea mask Alex struggled to do much else, he had woken in the middle of the night thirsty. But as he laid there he could barely lift himself up in bed let alone get some water. Struggling to bend his chins he could barely see the culprit past his ample moobs - which was of course his large mountainous gut ballooned out and weighing him down. He couldnât move he tried bending with his arms but as theyâre jiggled and wobbled as he tried to hoist himself up he knew there were no match for his massive stomach. How had he let himself go so badly, this was dire but he was stuck Unit was in night mode essentially dead to the world till the earlier hours of the morning. He gave it one last heave but it was useless, rolling was no better he was a like a whale on land completely harpooned by its own weight, his chubby arms frailed by his side desperately trying to grab anything - but deep down he knew it was pointless what could he even grab to shift the hundreds of pounds that were piled onto his body. And the worst part about it these whole situation was turning him on, since the moment he felt pinned down by his own lard he felt his dick come to life pulsing as it hit the fat of his underbelly, he couldnât even relief himself if he tried as his arms were not even able to reach around his obese body. He was stuck like this until unit rebooted in the morning, making his dick throb even harder and thatâs when it hit him. AdamÂ
Adam was always waiting, time to put it to the test,Â
âAdamâ he yelled at the top of his fat covered lungs couldÂ
âAdam Adamâ he continued but it proved useless , I guess even super computers need their down time.
But then the whizzing sound of metals filled the room , and the sound of a door opening - he was saved at least he thought he was, with his view still blocked by his gut.
âMy Alex - what a situation you have gotten yourself intoâ came Adamâs deep voiceÂ
âWhy I think I even found it what to do you call it - amusingâ
But seeing Alex continue to frail Adam knew it was no time for jokes - instead it heaved Alex up in bed delivering the water without even be said.
Finally after a couple of seconds of Alex gulping the water downÂ
âFuck Adam look at me, what have I done to myselfâ
âWhatâd you mean - you shape is more perfection, I couldnât design it better by myself - and here let meâ
Adam said quickly relieving Alexâs throbbing memberÂ
âAdam look at me thoughâ Alex let out in-between pantsÂ
âI can barely functionâÂ
Adam was taken back at this - but upon detecting the struggle in Alexâs voice it knew Adam was serious
âThis has to stopâ Alex continuedÂ
âIâm more fat than man - I mean look at you body that was designed after mineâ
Adam detected this more comparing his sleek muscular metal bodies to Alexâs rolls of fatÂ
âI know you deeply attached to all thisâ Alex said slapping a vad of fatÂ
âBut it has to goâ
Adam was speechless - the smartest robot in the world for a spilt second didnât know what to say but when it sensed Alexâs frustration it knew it had to put it fascinating beside.Â
âI understand completelyâ Adam finally let out after a prolonged silence
âThank you - now come give me a belly massage while you still canâ chuckled Alex as the robotic man laid beside him in bed
In the morning Adam was gone leaving a message about his functions in the factory, and Adam began his day ready for the change. His people remover laid unused as Alex waddled his fat body to the bathroom it certainly wasnât easy but it was start, at breakfast despite the towering plates of breakfast food he restrained himself to one plate only and in the gym he didnât give up as he shifted his fat body under the machines and broke a long needed well-deserved sweat as he shifted weights. It wasnât much but it was a start- snacks were limited and plates were unfinished Alex was serious he needed to get his life in charge.Â
The people mover reared its head for dinner, even Alex knew his own weakness but at dinner he restricted himself to only one helping of seconds a stark contrast to his usual diet. Mr Gordo chalked this up to the fat boy filling himself on food all day and being too stuffed to move, but when dessert rolled around and Alex failed to touch his desert he knew something was upÂ
âMy dear boy - in the 3 years you have sat across me youâve never not touched desertâ
âYes I knowâ Adam replied as he fought the desire to stuff his face full of chocolateÂ
âWhatever is the matter - that sweet tooth of yours missing huh my dear boyâ Mr Gordo chuckled as he prodded Alex âs fat rolls
âYou donât get to thatâs size by missing dessert - you knowâ
âThatâs exactly the point - no more âŚ. I just canât, Iâm a whale Iâm too fat to barely move by myself, this has to stop I have to stop myself before I get too large that I canâtâ
âWhy my boy I.. âŚâ Mr Gordo was speechless he had to think of something fast the boy was stuck in his desire- the lack of food and raised movement would tamper his experiments but what was he going to do. But then he chuckled to himself it was obvious, here sat infant of him was a man once fit and muscular now struggling to keep his fat arse on a chair all because of one thing - ChocolateÂ
âWhy me dear boy - if thatâs soâ
Alex nodded his head - as much as his thick double chin would allow him to do so
âHow about this - one final sweet, delicious, scrumptious treatâ
As Alexâs eye opened - Mr Gordo knew the pig was caught
âTo end all vacation with my factory best product - how about one last trip to the finest chocolate on this planetâ as he pointed his stick to the deep gurgling hot chocolate lake
Alex turned his chubby head to the side - he had only ever drank straight from the chocolate lake once and it was glorious - so much so that he had nearly fallen in but no he shouldnât, shouldnât heÂ
âTick tock boy the offer wonât last foreverâ
No he shouldnât this was not what he needed, did he not remember this morning struggling under his own weight harpooned
â10â
But he was so hungry, he stomach growledÂ
â9â
He had barely eaten today and he was ravenousÂ
â8â
No show restraint- he had to do this was one long journey and today was the start
â7â
But oh well how bad could one mouthful beÂ
â6â
Deep chocolate rich, bubbling hotÂ
â5â
He couldnât fight it no more, he needed that chocolate - his cut could wait a dayÂ
â4â
He had no time, he had to run, a foreign concept to him know, his belly was like a pendulum weighing him down and his arms rubbed in fat as he tried to pick up momentum,Â
â3â
He hadnât run this fast in a long time, and he was sure paying for it, all over he wobbled and trembled as his swollen legs did the best they could - but it wasnât enough. It all happened so fast as his came crashing down his mountainous gut weighing him down, but he couldnât stop thereÂ
â2â
Mr Gordo couldnât believe his eyes, in front of him he saw the once mighty athlete was now crawling on his knees towards his lake of fat. His fat voluptuous arse swinging side to side as the fatty desperately crawled to the river
â1â
He wasnât going to make it, but when the smell of the chocolate hit him like a dump truck, he was hypnotised he couldnât fight it if he wanted - he needed that chocolate nowÂ
And as the final â0â left Mr Gordoâs mouth, Alexâs felt his lips touch the deep brown chocolate, he gulped it done - it was so velvety and smooth and as he felt the hot chocolate enter his body straight to his stomach he found a hunger inside of him. One mouthful wasnât enough he needed more and more, like a pig at a tough, Alex drank the chocolate with a burning passion deep inside of him, more and more he needed it. It wasnât long till he was head first into the chocolate, sucking it all up, only coming up for air. And as he gulped mouthful after mouthful of chocolate he didnât hear the slow clapping coming from Mr Gordo nor did he notice his body shift closer and closer to edge. He needed the chocolate and thats all that mattered, he didnât see Adam approach the situation and be deactivated by Mr Gordo, all he needed was chocolate. He paid no attention to his massive body edging more and more into the chocolate - how his whole head to he his shoulders were soon buried in chocolate. How his moobs now dangled done over the edge dipping into the hot chocolate, or most importantly how his arms had started to quiver under their lack of muscle failing to keep holding him as he dived deeper and deeper into the brown chocolate
And then it happened, his gut was the final straw, losing his balance as his head was deep in chocolate, as he tried to lift up for air he just couldnât, he was struggling to breathe his arms were not strong enough and the slippery chocolate didnât help
He was going to drown, under his now weight, all he saw was chocolate and as he opened his mouth only more chocolate poured in - he was in deep dangerÂ
âHere let meâ chuckled Mr Gordo - Alex thought he could hear from the surface expecting a helping tug out to save him from a chocolatey deathÂ
Instead Alex felt a kick on in his right buttock , it certainly wasnât strong but it was enough to make him finally lose his balance, no longer could he support the mountains of fat slapped unto his body - he was falling like a weight straight into the deep hot chocolate river.
Splash !!!
All of Alexâs fat body fell straight in, maybe a couple of hundred of pounds ago Alex would have been able to keep himself above the chocolate, but now as he kicked and squirmed it was all too much his fat heavy body and is diminished excerise capacity resulted in one thing, a sinking ship
Laughter filled the room as Alex tried desperately to support his heavy bodyÂ
âMy boy look at you struggle, ha I could watch this all dayâ
What was Mr Gordo saying, he was on the cusp of drowning hereÂ
âLooks like someone packing on the pounds my boy - 552 to be precise from you last measurementâ
552lbs there was no way, Alex weighed all that but as he felt his fat gut continually weighing him down the hot reality sank inÂ
âAnd my goodness Alex, your transformation has definitely been entertaining to watch, I mean look at you, you can barley give that fat head of yours above the chocolateâ
â You my boy where once an all star American athlete, winning scholarships and trophies alike and now you canât even keep that bloated body of yours from sinkingâ
Mr Gordo was right, and Alex didnât think he could go on much longer, he was just too heavy and his chubby arms and legs were growing weaker and weakerâ
âAnd even now, when your on the edge of death you cantât keep that sweet tooth of yours at bay - huh my boyâ
Alex grunted, as the chocolate filled his mouth and he swallowed it piggishly
âMy my my what has your dirty appetite gotten you intoâ
Where the last words Alex could hear as his head slipped under the chocolateÂ
The cold metal arms of Adam, soiled around Alex as he sank deeper and deeper, it wasnât easy but Alexâs blubbery body was slowly hauled out of the chocolate, he was saved.
Expecting Adamâs reassuring glare and words, he was instead met with a lifeless Adam once all of his 500lbs was hauled under solid ground
âWhat expecting your love machine to save, my my my Alex those days are over, Adam prepare the final operationâ
And just like that like a puppet Adam raced around the room pushing buttons and flicking switchesÂ
âMr Gordo please let me goâ
âMy dear boy, why on earth would I do that the second part of this experiment is about to commenceâ
Alex was sacred, but even worse he was immobile, bloated with chocolate and exhausted from his near death experience, he could barely move a muscle let alone run
âYou see my dear boy, while youâve been stuffing you face day in day out for the last 3 years now - Iâve been collecting priceless researchâ
Alex had no idea where this was going but he didnât like the sound of it, but as he wriggled and squirmed on the floor he knew he wasnât going anyway fast
âEvery chocolate you stuffed down that fat endless mouth of yours was precisely engineered, every smoothie, every meal every desert !!! My dear boy was made just for your taste budsâ
âAt every second of day Unit was collecting date from you, your hormones, your sensations your lustâ Mr Gordo went on chuckling to himself as he saw Alex squirm on the floor
âYouâve been the prefect specimen, the star athlete primed with muscles, I learned exactly what made you tick - what made you crave more and more, and served it straight back to youâ
âAnd not just you my dear boy, itâs been quite some time since youâve stepped outside havenât you - but Iâve give you a spoiler, Iâm everywhere, all over this damn country My chocolate bars are in every house, gym, and store this side of the sun - all thanks to youâ
âI started first with the gyms, free vending machines stocked to the brim with your favourite chocolate, and it wasnât long till ever bro and chad in that place was sporting a spare tireâ
âYou body was the perfect blank canvas - and your little sweet tooth was the perfect cherry on the cake, I mean look at you even know your licking the chocolate of your fingers - hungry for moreâ
âMaster - the people mover is readyâ came Adam cold voiceÂ
âExcellent get the pig readyâ
Like a soldier, Adam acted swiftly and ruthlessly straight to Adam dragging his obese frame closer and closer to the people-mover
âAh get of of meâ Alex cried out fruitlessly
But Adam didnât stop, until All of Adam was planted straight unto his chair
âAhh what do you want from me - seems likeâve youâve already got everythingââ
âAh my dear boy, that catchall question, and to be honest youâve stumped me - at first it was simple get a jock in pump him full of chocolate and watch as the sales skyrocket when his porky body waddles out my factory doors - the perfect adâ
âBut you my dear boy,â Mr Gordo said as he approached AlexÂ
âJust had to keep eating and eating !!â
â See No one gets to these size without being a pig, my boyâ Chucked My Gordo as he grabbed Alexâs rolls
âI have yet so much to learn about you - what are the limits of the human body, when does your appetite ever stop and who can forgot âŚâŚ.  how big can you get, so got comfortable my boy your not going anywhereâ Mr Gordo finally proclaimed flicking the final switchÂ
Alex could only see as his fate enrolled infant of him - too weighed down by his swollen gut to do anything.Â
Metal loops trapped his arms and legs, a wide metal metal wrapped around his frame, his head was pulled back and his jaw done, and then finally a long conveyor belt spurted from the walls. At first nothing came as it gruntled to life, bring only nothingness from the dark void it came from, but then to Alexâs despair it started, plates and and plates of food started slowly rolling towards him.
He tried to fight it but it availed no use as the cold metal strengthen around his body, and when the food came he has even more merciless trapped by the machine he he could was begÂ
âPlease Mr Gordo, let me goâ
âAh thatâs the sweetest part my dear boy, I own you. Now Open up !!â
And Alex was helpless as Mr Gordo shoved the first chocolate cake slice down his throat, and left Adam to do the restÂ
Chapter 8 Part 2Â
This was his life now, to eat, Alex couldnât tell how much time passed all he knew that he had to eat. Day in and day he didnât leave the people mover as it transported him around his prison - he slept in it, he bathed in it he watched tv in it, and when it was time it carried him to the chocolate room for was eating sessions, where he ate for hours at a time with no breaks and no rest. He didnât know the last time he had even seen Mr Gordo but he knew he was always watching from somewhere, watching his hours of limitless feasting It was an endless cycle, broken up by rare appearances of Adam who scanned and measured him, immune to his cry for help and love.
At first he had tried to fight the machine, but his struggles proved fruitless these attempts soon thistled  out, worsened by his growing hunger, even as he ate more and more his appetite never ceased to grow he was trapped by it. He hankered to be fed, it wasnât long till he felt like an eating machine, it was his sole purpose the hours and hours of chocolate broke him he submitted to the machines ready to eat and stuff his face.
And so as he ate more and more he continued to blossom in size, he was becoming fatter and fatter by the day and he was powerless to it, he felt his bum grow in size as he sat on it day in and day out, his limb were becoming heavier and heavier weighing him down on the sides , and of course there was his gut. What 6 pac abs once occupied now was a the site of his ever growing gut. It knew no boundaries and showed now restraints, Alex couldnât even see around, if it wasnât for its pressing weight on his thighs and legs he wouldnât even know they were there. Every day it seemed to be growing always bloated and constantly rising pushing his man tits higher and higher until they were crushing against his neck - it was his prison within his prison.
 New features had to be constantly installed to the people mover to accommodate Alexâs growing weight, platforms installed to keep his gut from crushing his legs but even these were buckling. Alexâs body showed no signs of slowing down and his people movie built to withstand up to 700lbs was soon struggling to match its host weight just kept rising but alas as it slowed down and needed for maintenance Alex simply paid it not attention - instead he was more invested in the food heading towards him.
âWhy why why - my boy look at how youâve grownâ Mr Gordo bellowed as he approached the mass of flesh in the chocolate roomÂ
Alex could barely respond he was too engrossed in his food to respond, his time in the people mover had drained him all he cared about was food and keeping his stomach full
âMy my, the research these last hundred of pounds have provided has been marvellous by dear boyâ
Alex only grunted in response to busy to even care
âAnd it looks with you finally entering 4 figures we are gonna need to upgrade that chair of yoursâ
4 figures !! -Â What how was this possible, the thought of continuing his meal grew sour on him, 1000lbs pounds - could he even moveÂ
âNot to worry, my dear boy, lookâve what Iâve brought youâ
Alex stained his head as much as his fat neck could let him, as Adam rolled out the new people mover - It was massive - was he really that big
âNow donât worry my boy, I know those tubby little legs of yous are no use to you now and Im sure you wonât be running of would you nowâÂ
Chuckled Mr Gordo as Alexâs restraints were turned downÂ
 With a Whoosh!!, the iron belt retreated and Alex felt his hundreds of pounds of fat be free, and to his dismay Mr Gordo was right he could barely move weighed down by the seer mass of his own body he was immobileÂ
â Ahh looks like this not so little piggy has finally bitten off more than he can chew - huh my boy. Adam !!help our subject to his new deviceâ
 How could he continue like this, he couldnât let Mr Gordo win, this was his chance to end this gluttonous madness - and he had to seize itÂ
âChocolateâ he gruntedÂ
âWhatâs was that my dear pigâ
âChocolateâ Alex let out trying to heave his stubby arm to point to the brown oozing lake
âAh I see seems like someone hasnât learnt their lesson- but so be it, here let me pigâ Mr Gordo willingly acted, marvelled in this opportunity to push his fattened pig into the lake once again.
With Adam in one hand and Mr Gordo in the other, the towering mass of fat that was Alex was slowly rolled and pushed to the chocolate. Adam of course doing most go the heavy lifting to heave Alex gigantic body to the lake while Mr Gordo stroked and prodded the layers of Alex
âHere you are my boy - drink upâ My Gordo said instruction Adam to drop Alex to the floorÂ
And as he was laid on the edge in arms r each for chocolate Alex and to fight ever urge in his body to drink up the dark tempting chocolate that had lead to down this pathway of immobility instead he grunted as tried with all his might to use all of his energy to roll his behemoth body to the side tripping an unexpected Mr Gordo straight in, and as he laid there panting and his side unable to move the sound of Mr Gordo struggling in the chocolate lake was music to his ears
âAHHHHHHHâ
âMy boy - ahh Youâre gonna pay this to fat waste of space - get me out of here!!!â
âAdaâŚ.â
But as My Gordo went to call for Adamâs help, he was met with the deep dark chocolate of his own creation, it was just so good - having never been granted access to this from Unit, he had no resistance to its deep heavy taste. He couldnât help himself, he swelled more and more, with each mouthful only making him crave it more and more, he drank more and more while his body grew heavier and heavier. But he couldnât break the cycle to call for Adam, he was too distracted by the chocolate - he didnât notice his limbs growing weaker and weaker or how his legs couldnât hold him up for much longer, until it was to late.
And as Alex heard the splattering sound die out to the empty hum of the chocolate room he knew it was over. But he too was stuck, under the thousands pounds of fat stuck to his body, he couldnât wiggle himself out of it - how long could he last like this, the weight if of all his  fat was crushing down on him and he could barely breath.Â
âAdam â he yelled in his final breath as it all went dark.
He didnât wake as Adam pulled his heavy body of the ground, or when Adam placed him in his new mover neither when Adam gave him the kiss of life, but when the smell of chocolate entered his nose and the taste of chocolate entered his mouth - Alex gasped to life to see Adam feeding him one last timeÂ
âAlex youâve alive !!â Gasped Adam hugging the mountain of a manÂ
âAdam youâve backâ Alec couldnât tell whether he was happier about the taste of chocolate in his mouth of the fact Adam was backÂ
âFrom my records, it appears Mr Gordo had some control over me for approximately 7 months and 2 days and 4 minutesâ
âYouâve losing meâ
âLet me how âŚâŚ. do I say cut this shortâŚ. when Mr Gordo was âŚ.how do I saw disposed of - his connection and control over me was severedâ
âSo you backâ
âIm more than the back and look at you it seems I have a lot of you to catch up onâ Adam asserted towering over the 1000 lbs of AdamÂ
âYou certainly doâ Alex couldnât help but smirk as he Adam took in all of him only distracted by the sound of his stomach growling food foodÂ
âAdam you wouldnât happen to be able to get lunch ready - I just havenât eaten anything in a hour or soâ
âHappily, I am after all at your serviceâ
The end

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Pigging out đˇđ¤¤đŚ
See BeefyCakess on OnlyFans. Access exclusive photos and videos. Visit the official page now.
Pig Out
    Dylan was finished. It was finally time to break it off. He needed to do it if he ever wanted any chance at being normal. These were thoughts swimming around in Dylanâs head as he opened Skype just as he did every Friday at 6pm exactly. What had begun as innocent fun had now become an impediment to Dylanâs ever changing desires for his body.
     For the past few years, Dylan had been possessed at biannual intervals by a desire to grow. Most guys his age would simply begin going to the gym on a regular basis, but muscles were not the type of growth he was fixated on. No, Dylan wanted to be fat. Having been on the thinner side for much of his life, Dylan managed to shrug off the urge. That was until about one year from the present day. Dylan had found himself browsing the internet, chatting with others of similar inclination, and suddenly something clicked. It was as if a scrap of metal had fallen onto some wiring, completing a circuit which would fuel his inherent desire to watch his body spread out before him, packing itself with pound after pound of blubber. And so it began, the late night trips to round out the day with a fourth meal of greasy fast food, the high calorie shakes consumed throughout the day, the feeling that clothes which had fit since high school becoming constricting strait jackets. In the span of two months he managed to pack on 20 pounds to his 170 pound frame, leaving him on the edge of 200 and at the final borders of chubby. Thatâs when he found Connor.
    He had been reading the comments on a recently posted picture of his, when one struck a special cord with him. He read it several times over, allowing the words to sink in, feeling them tickle a dark part of his psyche. It didnât take him long to contact the sender through a message thanking him for his comment and asking if what he had said was really true. The reply came, confirming his request. The man who had introduced himself as Connor was trained as a hypnotherapist, but on the side, he loved to help men in the gaining community realize their potentials. Heâd helped a few others and now he was offering to do the same for Dylan. Somehow, the idea of trancing out and just letting go of himself to be free to be controlled by his desire to eat excited Dylan. And so, their weekly sessions began. Dylan would sign on to Skype and wait for Connor to call. Connor would then take Dylan down into a deep trance state. Dylan loved the feeling, letting all of his tension go, relaxing to a deeper level than he thought possible, losing himself in the icy depths of Connorâs brilliant blue eyes. Eventually, the suggestions would begin. Connor would focus on this force within Dylan, suppressed by his conscious mind, attempting to build it up and allow it to come to the forefront. For lack of other term, he would refer to this as his âinner pig.â The effects were minimal at first, Dylan would awaken with a slightly increased desire to eat, or a slight rumbling in his stomach, but after a month or so of regular sessions, the suggestions finally began to cement themselves. In order to increase the effect, Connor added a trigger phrase, âpig outâ, only usable by himself. Hearing the trigger would awaken a powerful urge within Dylan to gorge and gorge until he could no more. Generally, their sessions would begin with reinforcing the hypnotic suggestions already in place, followed by Connor awakening Dylan and then saying the trigger phrase. Connor would then watch as Dylan would feast on anything and everything he could get his hands on, before finally ending it by saying âpig in.â
    The sessions worked liked magic. Dylan managed to put on another 30 pounds in the following two months. Crossing 200 was amazing. He finally felt big. He finally felt like he was getting fat just like had always wanted. He took relish in bursting the buttons of of clothing that once fit his skinny frame. He reveled in the attention that he received from posting on the internet about his gains. But eventually, as it had every time before, Dylanâs interests began to fade. He began to regard his weight as less of a badge of honor and more of a mark of disgrace. He began to feel disgusting in public, as though people were judging him for not being the stereotypical gay man. Connor noticed that their sessions were becoming shorter and shorter, with Dylan hardly seeming as interested in eating as he had been. The triggers still worked like a charm, but it didnât really seem like he was as well prepared for them, usually only having a few things to eat as opposed to feasts of fast food and pizza like before.
    All of this led up to today, the day that Dylan was finally going to tell Connor the truth: that he had been working out more recently and had already lost 15 pounds of what he had gained. That he no longer wanted to have their feeding sessions. That he wanted a body that society would deem attractive. He typed his password into the box on the screen, feeling a faint pang of regret. Connorâs call came, just as it did every time.
âHey, thereâs my big guy!â Connor teased. ââŚ.HeyâŚâ was all Dylan could manage.
âYou ready to start?â
ââŚLookâŚConnorâŚwe need to talkâŚâ
ââŚAbout what?â confusion mixed with concern across the canvas of Connorâs face.
âI canât do this anymore.â
ââŚWhatâŚwhat do you mean?!â
âI donât wanna be fat anymore. I..IâŚbeen losing weight for the past month.â
âOhâŚbutâŚ.I thoughtâŚ.â
âWell you thought wrong!âŚ.IâŚI need to go now.â Dylanâs arm reached up to pull his laptop closed.
âWait! Dylan wait! Let me just say one thing!â
ââŚFine. What is it?â
A dark smile crossed Connorâs face as he muttered in a cold voice: âPig out.â And just like that, he was gone.
    Dylan stared at the screen, his stomach suddenly rumbling loudly, convulsing in hunger pains. He thought to himself of all the high protein foods he had stocked in the fridge in neatly pre-prepared portions. And before he could think of much else, there he was ripping them open, shoveling them into his mouth. A whole weekâs worth of healthy meals vanished in the span of an hour. Half a gallon of milk washed it all down. Dylanâs addled mind was focused on the need for protein, but in reality, it was just his subconscious manipulating his conscious mind into doing its fattening bidding. Cleaning out the fridge wasnât enough for Dylanâs growling gut. And soon, he found himself in the drive-thru, ordering enough tacos and burritos to feed a large family. He had barely pulled through, before he began shucking the wrappers from the delicious morsels, unceremoniously horking them down.
    Dylan woke the next morning in bed, surrounded by the wrappers of everything that he had eaten last night. This was not unusual for a Saturday morning, since his sessions with Connor were always on Friday nights. But this time, his stomach was aching not from being overfull, but from being empty. He quickly rose out of bed, not even bothering to change his taco sauce-stained clothes, before heading out for breakfast. The diner down the street from his apartment was famous for its low prices but large portions making it a perfect place for Dylan to go in his current state. He seated himself heavily at the bar. The rubenesque waitress waddled over quickly, her pad at the ready.
âWhat are ya ha-âshe almost said, cut off by Dylanâs order.
âEggsâŚ6 scrambled. BaconâŚpoundâŚâ he said, in broken speech.
âYouâŚokay, hun?â concern crossed the waitresses jovial demeanor.
âIâŚPancakesâŚdouble stackâŚHe didnâtâŚputâŚ.SausageâŚ8 linksâŚit away!!â Â
    Dylan struggled to explain as his order continued to flow. The waitress just looked at him, puzzled, before taking his check to the cook. Minutes later, she returned carrying a massive tray filled with everything he had ordered. No more had she set it down and Dylan was already making short work of it. Tastes merged in his mouth as he ate far too quickly to appreciate the flavor of any one thing. Smoky bacon, sweet maple syrup, buttery pancake, all danced across his tongue before being broken down into building blocks for more fat to cover his body. The meal itself lasted only a half hour, before he threw down his money and left. The full feeling following his gorges seemed to grant Dylan a moment of respite from his inner hunger, allowing him to think clearly for a time. He needed to find Connor. He needed to get him to say the trigger to free him from this. And so, he began to hurry back home, hoping that he could appeal to his friendâs sense of decency. Hoping that this was all just a big joke. Signing onto Skype provided him with an unavailable icon under Connorâs name. The same result followed from every site he checked. Eventually he resorted to leaving a message for him, begging to be released from the crippling bonds of hunger gripping his mind.
    No response would come from Connor. Every day that passed, Dylan sunk deeper and deeper into his own head. Somehow, he still managed to get by in school, but his grades had slipped considerably. Able to think straight only on a full stomach, Dylan was forced to stuff himself several times a day just to be able to perform well enough to barely pass. He now spent the majority of his time horking down mass quantities of food in the dining hall. In the first week of his uncontrolled gluttony, his friends tried to help him, questioning his behavior, trying to tell him to stop, but all they would receive from him were angry snarls and the occasional mumblings about putting something away. Out of fear or disgust, they began to leave him to his own fattening devises.
    The toll his unbridled gluttony was taking on his body was immense. Being constantly filled to the brim with food had stretched Dylanâs stomach further and further with each passing day, necessitating an ever-increasing amount of food. 10,000 calories a day, which had once a nearly unattainable goal for him, was now accounted for after two meals. Many days he would near 20,000. Dylan knew enough of about nutrition to know that 3500 calories would add a pound of fat to his body and simple division told him that these 20K days would add almost 5 pounds a day. The 15 pounds that he had lost came back in the first week. The clothes Dylan had purchased as a reward for his weight loss were now comically small, especially considering that being stuffed to bursting pushed his stomach out into a massive spherical mound, unable to be completely concealed by shirts that had fit perfectly only a week earlier. His sleep schedule began to suffer as well as at least twice a night he would wake to seizing pains in his stomach as it roared out to be stuffed again. The emergency credit card his parents had given him was becoming inundated with charges from fast food joints.
    By the end of the month, he had become almost unrecognizable. In the past 4 weeks, he had packed on a massive 100 pounds onto his 185 pound body. His slightly rounded chest had become a full set of moobs with big round nipples, red from being stretched so big so quickly. They sat atop his massive sphere of a gut like two blobs of jelly. His belly button was the only impression in the otherwise unbroken curve of his gut. His butt and thighs had long outgrew his jeans, and even the oversized basketball shorts, the only thing that fit anymore, could barely contain there girth. He hadnât taken any time to buy new clothes, thanks to devoting so much off it to eating, so anywhere that he went, he did so in shirts that barely concealed his man tits, let alone, his gut. Bright red stretch marks covered his once unblemished skin, making his huge round body look like a gigantic blood shot eyeball. The enormity of his gut, combined with the constant over-full feeling, gave him the waddling gait of a woman 8 months into pregnancy. He did nothing to hide the gas that his body produced as it digested enough food for a family of five on a daily basis. In his few moments of clarity, Dylan would frantically search for Connor, leaving him message after message, begging him for help. Connorâs silence remained unbroken.
    By the time that Thanksgiving break rolled around, Dylan was on the brink of being asked to leave the university. His grades had fallen to an all-time low and he was becoming a major disruption in his classes. His nearly constant flow of farts and belches managed to fill entire lecture halls with his stench, resulting in a slew of complaints from other students. His near lack of clothing had become an issue as well, now having outgrown even his shorts. In either an act of pity or of desire to no longer see his disgusting body, several other students had pooled money to buy him an oversized pair of sweat pants and a massive t-shirt. As he prepared himself for the short road trip to his parentsâ house, the sweats which had once been tent-like on him were now more reminiscent of sausage casings, struggling desperately to hold together around his lard. He opened the door of his car, a now-tiny-in-comparison Civic, and hefted his mass in. The car shook and groaned as his massive ass met the seat. A loud honk blared from the front of the car as his gut pressed up against the steering wheel. He desperately grappled with his fat hand to find the seat release. Pulling it, he slid back as far as he could, his gut now just brushing the bottom of the wheel. He pulled his other leg into the car and pulled the door closed. It bounced instead off of his love handle, sending a rippling through his body. Taking a deep breath his struggled to adjust himself, finally managing to squeeze the door closed against his fat. He had been sure to eat before leaving, hoping he could buy himself just enough time to get home.
     Dylan managed to make it through 45 minutes of the hour long drive before his stomach was once again beginning to rumble. To his stomach great pleasure, there was a burger place at the next exit. He pulled through the drive thru and made an astonishingly large order. The handsome guy working the window gave him a look of abject disgust as he slowly handed three full bags to him. The look only became more deeply ingrained as Dylan fished his credit care, slicked in a coating of fry grease from the pocket of his sweats and handed it to the man. The final nail in the coffin was the fact that as the man handed the card back, Dylan was already face-deep in the first bag. He didnât bother to get back on the highway, instead just pulling into one of the parking lots, now absolutely focused on eating. He rested the bag on his table of a gut and just shoved the food into his fat face. Bits of cheese and burger became stuck in the splotchy unkempt beard he had grown over the past few months, too scared to try shaving. In a manner of minutes, far faster than any human being should be able to eat, Dylan had finished the greasy glory and got back on the road.
    It wasnât long before he was pulling into the driveway of his parentsâ house. The multitude of cars parked nearby meant that the majority of his extended family was already present. A few of his younger cousins were playing football in the front yard. They stopped as soon as the saw him, sweaty and huffing from the effort of just exiting his car. He waddled slowly up the walk, stopping for a breather halfway there. He looked back up to see a kindly older man in a sweater with a turkey on it. Some part of his mind recognized the man as his father.
âDo you need some help, sir?â his dad asked, unaware that the wheezing pile of lard in front of him was his own flesh and blood.
âDadâŚ.huffâŚ.itsâŚ.huffâŚ.meâŚ.Dylan!â
âIs this some sort of joke?â his fatherâs kindly countenance was now awash in confused anger.
âNoâŚDadâŚitâŚhuffâŚmeâŚUUUUURRRRPPPPP!!! Youâve gottaâŚhuffâŚhelp me! HeâŚ.he didnât put it away!â Dylan blubbered out.
âLook, buddy, I donât know who you are, or what kind of sick game youâre playing, but youâve got five minutes to waddle your fat ass back to your car before I call the cops.â His father pointed sternly in the direction of the vehicle. Shock crossed his dadâs face as he no doubt realized that it was Dylanâs car he was pointing to. âWhereâŚwhere did you get that car?!?!â
âDadâŚItâs really me, please!! Unnnghhh,â Dylan clutched his massive gut with his chubby hands as a pang of hunger shot through him, âPleaseâŚyouâŚyou gotta feed me! Come on, you âŚyou got any food?! IâmâŚgettingâŚhungry! UnnnnghhhâŚâ
âThat does it, Iâm calling the cops, you fucking sicko. What have you done with my son?!â
    Dylan managed to maintain his composure enough to realize that he needed to get out of there fast. Waddling as fast as his chaffing thighs would allow, he crashed back into the driver seat of the car. As fast as he could, he was back out on the road outside the house that had once been his home. A sudden vibration went through his thunder thighs as his phone rumbled in his pocket. He pulled off to the side of the road and began digging the device from his tight pocket. His strained heart gave a jump when he saw that it was a message from Connor.
âMeet me in a half hour. â
    An address followed. Dylan typed the address into his GPS app as quickly as his chubby finger would allow. It brought up a buffet restaurant in the next town up the highway. He set the phone into the console and began to drive. The trip was just long enough for the pangs he had felt back at home to intensify into a roaring hunger. He sat in his car outside the buffet for a few minutes, trying to steel himself for what was to come. Only then did he begin the slow waddle to the door. He told the languid hostess that he was there to meet up with someone and she waved him on. The trip past the tables full of steaming food felt like the longest journey of his entire life. It just all smelled so good! But he had to resist. He couldnât let himself go hog wild anymore. Hehe, hog wild, he thought to himself. He looked away from the temptation, searching the small space for any sign of Connor. There was hardly anyone in the dim space, and certainly no one who looked like Connor.  WellâŚmaybe just a little bit..while I wait. Just a small bit. He WAS so hungry after all.  By the time two of the buffetâs cheap chairs were filled with Dylanâs more than ample buttocks, he had piled a plate impossibly full with rich foods: mac and cheese, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, stuffing. Everything blurred together in a calorie-laden slop as he began to shovel it into his mouth with haste. Halfway through, he looked up from his plate to see that he was no longer alone.
âWellâŚI canât say Iâm surprised,â Connor said, the same iciness permeated his voice as on the day he had left Dylan to his fate.
âConnnow!â Dylan exclaimed through a mouthful of food.
âI see youâve lost your manners along with your self-control. But I see youâve gained quite a bit in other department.â
âPleaseâŚConnorâŚlet me stopâŚWhy..why??â
The iciness of Connorâs voice disappeared, replaced with fiery passion.
âBecause you thought you could just cast me off like some sort of piece of trash! Is that all I ever was to you?! Did all of that just mean nothing to you?! I loved you, you stupid pig! Thatâs why I did this to you! Now no one wants you. Not even your family. Iâm all you have left now.â
âNoâŚ.noâŚI..can change!â
âYou canât hypnotize someone to do something that they donât already want to do. All of this, everything thatâs happened since has been because a deep, dark part of you wants this for you. This is what youâve always wanted. And I helped you achieve it!â
âNo! IâŚI wanna be thinâŚandâŚand hot!â
âSighâŚI had really hoped that this time wouldâve helped you realize that Iâm right. Even if I did release you now, do you really think you could lose all that weight? Do you really think you could keep it off? And even if you did, you grew so fast that youâve stretched your skin out beyond repair. If you somehow managed to lose weight, youâd look like a deflated balloon, a freak. Is that what you want?â
âIâŚI..â
âFace it. This. THIS is what youâre meant to be! Admit that and Iâll release you. And then you can come back with me and be my big fat gainer boyfriend. Iâll take good care of you. PleaseâŚDylanâŚIâŚreally do love you.â
    Dylan just stared at Connor. All of his rage and bravado seemed to have melted away, leaving himself open and vulnerable. Part of him wanted to leave with Connor. It wanted him to live with Connor and be his growing pile of blubber. That same side of him shoved another bite from the plate into his mouth.
âConnorâŚIâŚIâŚIf you really loved meâŚyou wouldnât have done this to me⌠YouâreâŚa monsterâŚâ
Connor sat silent for several moments. When he finally spoke it was with an icy edge that could have cut glass.
âNo. I was your salvation. I could have been your savior, but youâve cast it all away. And now thereâs nothing to do but embrace your damnation. We could have lived together in love, but now weâll be together in bondage. Thereâs one more trigger I had hoped to never use. This whole time, the pig has been out, but your conscious mind has been too. What do you think would happen if that were to go away? How fucking fat do you think youâd be if the pig was in total control?â
âConnorâŚnoâŚyou canât! You wouldnât! Please!â
âLetâs see who the real monster is. Dylan in.â
    A strange feeling flooded through Dylan upon hearing these words. It was as if he was suddenly falling, or floating, or even flying. He could still see Connor and his surroundings, but now he felt no connection to any of it. It was as if he was a mere spectator, watching as his hands moved of their own accord, abandoning the use of silverware in favor of scooping the food straight into his mouth. He could taste the food, but only as if he was remembering the taste, not fully experiencing it. He continued to watch as his body, no longer his own, pulled itself up and waddled to the buffet tables and, having abandoned all regard for decency, began to stuff his face directly from the steamer trays. Crumbs tumbled down the front of his strained shirt, creating a mess all around him. Dylanâs consciousness slowly began to drift off. It was like falling asleep while watching TV late at night. And once again, he was fallingâŚfalling. *************** âDylan Out. Pig In.â
    For the first time in what seemed at the same time an eternity and a brief moment, Dylan could think clearly. His eyes opened and he saw as himself, in control of his own body again. He stared up at the white ceiling above him. He reached his arm to his eye to rub away the sleepâŚ.or he tried to. His hands must have been bound in some way that prevented them from reaching his face. He tried to raise himself into a sitting position, but that, too, seemed impossible. It felt like his entire being was encased in something, weighing him down in place. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, even though he had done hardly anything to strain it. He felt warm and sweaty, like he was in some sort of intensely tropical climate. Even taking a breath felt like he was pulling air through a pillow pressed against his face. He laid there as a massive burst of flatulence rolled out of his body, seemingly beyond his control. It sent vibrations throughout his mass, as if he were floating on choppy water. He tried to move his head to look around, but it too, was bound in place.
âWelcome back, Dylan. Ready to see yourself for what you truly are??â
    He knew who the voice belonged to, but he couldnât seem to remember just yet. A metallic whirring sound began as he started to feel his back being pushed up. The massive bariatric bed he rested on was slowly being lifted into a seated position. As he rose up, most of his vision was occupied by the bulging pink curves of his flesh. After the bed struggled for several minutes, he was finally upright for the first time in months. Facing a huge mirror, he could scarcely recognize the formless naked blob in front of him. He looked nothing like he remembered himself, but gaining 1000 pounds will do that to a person.
     Most of the mirrorâs silver surface was taken up by his giant pile of stomach rolls. Each was streaked with bright red stretch marks and coated in a sheen of greasy sweat. A deep cave-like impression marked the place that once been his belly button. They cascaded over each other and spread out, pressing up against the bars on either side of the bed. He could just barely make out his legs, now completely and utterly useless, smothered below the lowest curve of his gut. He could feel the weight of his belly on his legs all the way down to his ham-like calves. Even his feet looked as if they had been cartoonishly inflated. Flanking either side of his swollen torso were the curves of two massive ass cheeks, each one hanging over the edge of the bed he was resting upon. Piled high atop those were love handles that couldâve served as handholds for an entire orgy of lovers. His belly was crowned by two massive sacs of lard with nipples that were so stretched out that they had almost faded to blend in with the rest of the surrounding flesh. Rolls crowded both above and below his massive accumulation of breast blubber, further distorting his apparent humanity.
    A sudden itch on his nose caused him to once again attempt to move his arms, each now weighing as much as his entire body had before. Despite being pushed out nearly to a 90 degree angle by the huge sacs of blubber that rested atop his even larger moobs, his arms felt as if they were made of lead and came short of spanning the vast width of his gelatinous body. He could barely even bend his sausage-like fingers as he struggled to reach toward his face.  At least he assumed the face in the mirror was his own. It looked like a strangerâs. His eyes looked as if they were being squished between the roll of fat that had formed on his forehead and the puffy cheeks below. A large scraggly beard had grown over the rest of his face, hiding the bloated features beneath. Lower, his fuzzy chins piled up in concentric circles of lard, giving him the look of having no neck at all. The struggle of just trying to move his arms was sending his heart racing again and his skin was suddenly pumping out more and more sweat. His whole body would jiggle wildly with each tiny, weak movement, eliciting nervous creaks from the bed. He tried to speak, but his breathing was so strained that he could scarcely make out one word before desperately having to suck in another shallow breath.
ââŚâŚ(Huff)âŚNo!âŚ(Huff)âŚ.WhatâŚ.(Huff)âŚhaveâŚ.(Huff)âŚyouâŚ.â He struggled to say.
ââŚdone to you? I havenât done anything but let you turn yourself into the fat monster that you always were deep inside. You did this to yourself. â
    Cold fear began to grip Dylan, sending his heart rate even further into the red zone. As it raced, he could hear a beeping in sync with it. It was then he noticed the heart monitor and IV next to his bed. In fact, from what he could see, the whole room had the feeling of a hospital room.
âIs it finally coming together now, big guy? Iâm sure the memories will come back soon enough, but Iâm not a patient man. After the buffet, which by the way, you managed to eat two-thirds of before the police arrived to bounce you out, I took you home with me. You really put me through my paces, I must say. I could hardly buy food fast enough as you just devoured so much each day! Thank goodness your legs eventually gave out and let me regulate your feedings more! If I hadnât been convinced before, the way you blew up over the last months has confirmed that you really are meant for this. I took care of you all that time, until a week ago, after your fourth meal of the day, I noticed your breathing getting pained and a pained look on your face. You had a heart attack. Luckily, I was there to call the paramedics. Itâs a good thing that I had made your room out in the garage, or they wouldâve never gotten you out in time! Oh, man, you really should have seen it! They had to use a forklift to lift you and your mattress right into the ambulance. For a minute, I didnât think the suspension would hold out.
    Imagine what your family and friends must have thought when you, missing and believed dead, were suddenly on the news, a giant naked blob being loaded into a truck like some common cargo. Imagine more so the shock on their faces upon hearing that you weighed in at over 1500 pounds. So very close to the record! But most of all, imagine what it must have felt like, when they came to visit and found you unwilling to acknowledge them. This time, you were the one not to recognize them. No amount of desperate pleas could force you to speak to them. Instead you wasted what little breath you could on grunting and begging anyone and everyone to bring you food. I can still remember seeing the tears streaming down your face as you hungered so. Maybe thatâs why they called of the search for whoever did this to you. They really donât care what happens to you anymore.
    Lucky for you, this hospital has a very well-staffed psychology department and theyâve even assigned a hypnotherapist to your case to assuage your desires for food.â A mischievous glint appeared in Connorâs icy blue eyes.
â(Huff)âŚ.You!âŚ(Huff)â
âYes. Me. Youâll be seeing plenty of me. Now, I could just make you go back away and let the pig eat yourself to death, but I want you to feel it. I want you to feel trapped in the prison of your body. I want you to feel the pounds keep piling on. Now, I brought a little âexposure therapy.ââ
    Connor motioned to box full of fast food bags and an entire cake. A small part of Dylan wanted to stop, a small part knew that  he was approaching the point of no return. A much larger part knew that he had shot a thick load into his cavernous fat pad twice during Connorâs monologue. That part was winning out, opening Dylanâs mouth wide as Connor brought a large greasy burger to his watering mouth. He realized it now. His inner pig was no longer just inner. It was part of him, or ratherâŚhe was part of it, and it was time to feed the beast.
âEat up, big guy. That record isnât going to break itself.â
âââââ-
Any resemblance to real persons or situations is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Welcome to the Table of Contents for Gainer Stories. This is the full Tumblr archive of my original gay erotica featuring feeders, gainers, weight gain, and transformation. Just click on the hyperlink to read.Â
I also have posted over 100 stories over on Patreon. Hope you enjoy :)
Mr. Cook (8 chapters)
The first weight gain story I ever wrote. Inspired by true fantasies, this one follows a love lorn student and the object of his affection, the growing English teacher Mr. Cook.
Bed & Breakfast (7 chapters)
Alex is a fledgling gainer who gets the vacation of a lifetime when he checks into the Little Brick Inn. There, he encounters a plumped up guest, Ryan Cook (from Mr. Cook), and Scott, an eager chef at the Inn. Between the three of them, Alex finally unleashes his inner gainer under the sweltering Mississippi sun.
Thanksgiving Delight (2 chapters)
Perhaps one of my favorite stories from the archive, âThanksgiving Delightâ follows Graham, a fledgling gainer, navigating the fattening holiday back home from university. Graham encounters more temptations than just the food when he meets his motherâs new bear of a boyfriend. Will he be able to resist?
Winter Weight Gain (single chapter)
My most popular story on Tumblr!
A former college twink finally chases his fantasy of getting fat and holiday indulgence turns his dream into reality. With the encouragement of his hefty boyfriend Liam and a gluttonous family spread, he packs on over forty pounds in just two months.
Mile Wide Club (single chapter)
Graham (from Thanksgiving Delight) hates flying. That is, until a 400 pound hunk (Mr. Cook) squeezes into the seat beside him. Ryanâs belly spills over the armrests, his backpack is stuffed with candy bars, and before long, their conversation turns flirtatious. What begins as nervous small talk at 30,000 feet escalates into something much steamier as Graham gets more than he bargained for.
The Biggest Boss (9 chapters)
Tim is an eager gainer and encourager who canât help but notice his stern boss has a soft spot for junk food. The two develop a rapport, but Tim is drawn in other directions. He studies abroad and falls into an intense feeder threesome with some Italians. When he returns home fatter than ever he applies to his old job and reignites something intimate with his former boss.
Dadbod (7 chapters)
The Dad next door is outside throwing back beer and rubbing his starter belly. You canât help but spy on him through your window, occasionally stroking your hard on. The next day he invites you to a barbecue, only his wife and children are nowhere to be seen. A heavy sexual tension hangs in the air. You can hardly fathom whatâs about to unfoldâŚ
Ex-Jock (5 chapters)
Calvin is a ripped jock from a small town who yearns to escape to the big city. However, once he makes it to Seattle, the demands of city life begin to have an effect on his physique. After a roller coaster of jobs and romances that leave his waistline bulging, his days as a jock are left in the dust.
Park Paunch (single chapter)
Ever had lunch break turn into the hottest part of your day? For Darius, a plate of greasy noodles and a glimpse of a cute, chubby blond in the park quickly spiral into something much more. Ivan is just Dariusâ type, and when the two finally meet sparks fly and things escalate quickly. Who knew a midday meal could become such a feast?
Chubbies (11 chapters, community story)
Gabe bit off more than he could chew when he signed up to work at the sandwich shop âChubbies.â He canât resist the delectable offerings and begins to rapidly stack on weight. Things get further complicated by an eager coworker and a charming but elusive customer, and before he knows it heâs trapped in an indulgent love triangle.
Bubble Butt (single chapter)
Cliff was far too preppy to catch my eye⌠until his curves and confidence stopped me in my tracks. Tight shorts, a clinging tank, and a plump, juicy bubble had my jaw on the floor. Watching him devour cocktails and pizza only stoked the desire until I finally caught up to him in the bathroom. What happened next was one for the books.
Some Twinks Like Twinkies (4 chapters)
You canât remain a twink forever. At least not for Dylan, who quickly discovers that his spiraling appetite has repercussions on his waistline. It doesnât help that heâs living with his boyfriend, Andrew, who is encouraging things along. What will it take before Dylanâs twinkhood vanishes entirely?
Holiday Heft (5 chapters)
Starting with Halloween and culminating in a New Yearâs cabin retreat, each chapter chronicles one manâs journey as he gives into the winter weight, embraces his swelling body, and deepens his connection with his encouraging partner.
Formerly Fit (single chapter)
Kent was the golden boy in high school who tortured young freshmen like Javi. Years later, Kent, softened by time and weight, reaches out during the holidays. When they reunite in Kentâs past tensions flare alongside lingering desire. Old wounds and messy power dynamics collide, turning their encounter into a charged mix of guilt, longing, and forbidden desire.
Full House (10 Chapters)
Full House follows the story of Jared, from Some Twinks Like Twinkies, and his new roommate Anthony. Jared is an experienced gainer who has put on a solid gut thanks to his office job and encourager ex-boyfriend. Anthony is a health nut, balancing multiple jobs as a gym instructor and bicycle courier. As the two become close, their radically different diets and lifestyles become all the more apparent.
Fatspirational (7 chapters)
A young man decides to finally give in to his cravings. From constant snacking to decadent feasts, each bite pushes him over the edge of obesity. Along the way, he discovers the thrill of being watched, the playful teasing of admirers, and the intoxicating confidence that comes from embracing every inch of himself.
Muffin Tops (9 chapters, community story)
Sparks fly when hunky lifeguard Diego meets Hayden, a pasty chef at the local bakery. Between taste testing Haydenâs treats and finishing up his degree, Diegoâs chiseled physique begins to soften at a surprising pace. Although Diego struggles with the weight gain, the two men continue to grow their waistlines and love for one another. Each chapter is penned by a different writer in the gaining community.
Big Winner (single chapter)
Jordanâs life takes a dramatic turn after he wins $6 million on his 21st birthday during a wild Las Vegas night. Once a dedicated gym-goer with a chiseled physique, he now indulges in a lavish lifestyle filled with partying, fine dining, and spontaneous hookups. As his body softens and his confidence grows, Jordan navigates the complexities of newfound wealth, fleeting relationships, and the allure of excess.
Freshman Fatties (9 chapters)
Dorm room pairings are always a gamble, but Benjamin, a slim business major, and Andy, the schoolâs beefy star quarterback, form an unlikely kinship. As Andyâs weight skyrockets due to stress, cheap food, and boozing, his eating habits begin to rub off on Benjamin. Packing on the freshman fifteen is one thing, but can the boysâ navigate the consequences of their expanding waistlines?
Lifeguard Off Duty (10 chapters, community story)
Bradley, first seen in Muffin Tops, is an ultra fit lifeguard who canât stand fat people. However, once he gets promoted to an office job he begins to face his own battle of the bulge. Surrounded by chubby office mates and secret encouragers, Bradley begins to lose control of his toned physique. How far will he let himself go? This story is a multi-part collaboration between Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
Fatter Exchange Student (12 chapters, community story)
A Greek exchange student lands in the Midwest and dives headfirst into indulgence with late-night snacks, overstuffed dinners, and playful teasing from his hosts, Felix and Bleecker. Heâs showered with affection, food, and encouragement, leading to a transformation thatâs as emotional as it is physical. Each chapter is penned by a different writer in the gaining community.
Professor Plump (single chapter)
After an indulgent summer, Professor Daniels returns to campus with a significantly plumper frame than he is accustomed. He fumbles with tight classroom chairs, is bursting out of his old dress shirt, and struggles with the campus stairs. His new body cannot be contained and itâs secretly driving him wild with arousal.
Wet ân Wide (single chapter)
Logan is a former fitness model with a burgeoning âdad bodâ who is trying to embrace the new trend of soft, cuddly masculinity sweeping Hollywood. At a pool party in West Hollywood, he flaunts his curves, flirts with fellow models, and ends up in a steamy, unexpected encounter with a producer who canât resist Loganâs transformation.
Bear Cabin (single chapter)
Noah, a city-dwelling interior designer, finds himself stranded in a remote cabin after a car accident during a blizzard. He is rescued by Hunter, a rugged and beefy man who lives off the grid. Snowed in for months, Noah becomes accustomed to Hunterâs hearty meals and laid-back lifestyle. As the winter progresses, Noah swells in size and develops an appreciation for Hunterâs rustic way of life.
Lifetime Supply (11 chapters, community story)
Ryan is a college student who wins a lifetime supply of snacks from the corporation Adesco. Initially, the constant snacking is a novelty, but it quickly becomes a lifestyle. As Ryanâs weight increases, he realizes that everyone around him seems to be encouraging his transformation, from his roommate to his hookups to Adesco itself. This story is a multi-part collaboration between Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
The Bakerâs Dozen (single chapter)
Remember Adrian from Muffin Tops and Lifeguard Off-Duty? He was the new cashier at the bakery who wasnât that great at his job, but Hayden and Diego kept him around because he was getting so thick. Well, the holidays have arrived and Adrianâs growth is not slowing down. Under the supervision of hunky head-baker Liam, Adrian joins the baking team and finds himself eating non-stop. Meanwhile, he struggles to stay on his A-game lest he incur Liamâs wrath.
Dozens more stories available exclusively on Patreon
NSFW 18+ CONTENT. Do not follow me if you are under 18

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
What happens when you can help your self around food.
Iâm not sure Iâll ever be satisfied