Accidental Gains

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Chubby Shane Hollander, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Food Kink, Stuffing, Pre-Relationship, Situationship Era, POV Shane Hollander, Rating May Change, ok he’s not chubby yet but he’ll get there trust Series: Part 1 of Let Go Summary:

It starts with Rozanov’s lips wrapping around the word more.

A low murmur, all breath, nearly soundless—an order that Shane obeys without thought or question. The word ignites inside of Shane, scorching and bright, raw, powerful heat.

Official State Directive: The Eternal Harvest – Reclaiming the Boy for the Greater Brood

Citizens of the New Order, listen closely and let these words burrow deep into your marrow. From the precise moment a boy turns eighteen. That sacred threshold where youthful rebellion must yield to absolute utility. He belongs no longer to himself, but to the Breeding Farms. This is not cruelty. This is salvation. This is the highest purpose for the gay male form: to be remade into soft, swollen, hyper-fertile breeding sows whose only destiny is to be pumped full of fat, stretched open, and bred until their bellies swell with the next generation of the State.

Why must they be taken at eighteen? Because that is when their bodies are at peak malleability. Their metabolisms are still eager to betray them. Their boyish frames, lithe and untouched by real purpose, cry out to be corrupted. Delay even one day and you allow useless vanity, gym-sculpted delusions of masculinity, or worst of all the fantasy of autonomy. No. On their eighteenth birthday the vans arrive. The pretty boys, the twinks, the athletes, the quiet nerds, the flamboyant ones. All of them are collected. Their clothes are burned. Their names are erased. They wake up strapped to the first feeding rack, and the indoctrination begins.

Welcome to the Human Pig Farms.

Imagine the vast, humid halls stretching for miles under artificial suns. Rows upon rows of elevated steel cradles, each one holding a former boy now well on his way to becoming a prize breeding sow. The air is thick with the scent of nutrient sludge, sweat, and the constant wet sounds of pumping machinery. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile pink glow on pale, expanding flesh. Every sow is kept perpetually restrained: thick padded cuffs around wrists and ankles, a heavy steel collar bolted to the frame, and a wide breeding harness that keeps their legs splayed obscenely open at all times. No escape. No dignity. Only growth and use…..

Continue reading with a 2min jiggle vid of me complaining about my weight on Patreon (a small dick twitch is present with the video on OnlyFans)

Chugging in tight shorts. You know where to find it ;)

My underwear are getting tight should I buy bigger ones?

If I continue like this I will turn into a potato😳

Oh no it won’t stop growing.🤭

Just one more cookie😋🍪