Stories About Weight Gains And Studf

I wrote about this on my grommr right after it happened, but recently, I went to McDonald's with my high school friends and shamelessly ordered two meals in front of everyone. The feeling of their eyes judging me was electrifying and made me feel that much more hungry. One of them said, "Are you actually getting 2 meals?" and I cheerily responded that I was hungry and had a coupon. I loved making a pig out of myself and scarfing down a days worth of calories for a midnight snack while they picked at small fries at best.

Ok, one just happened yesterday, so I'm answering this: I was driven to my sister's apt in Toronto by my parents, and I asked for fast food like any hustling gainer does. They sideeye each other and my dad looks at me and says I really need to lay off the fast food because I don't wanna look like him, and how he used to eat a lot of fast food and how we regrets his eating (hes like maybe 20-30lbs heavier then me). Like 20 minutes later he's like whatever just get him some Harvey's to my mom.

So you’ve decided to become a gainer.

This is you now. A 170 pound 20 year old man. Lean. Fit. Curious. And boy are you hungry.

It starts by obsessing over other men’s weight. You notice every change in men’s bodies. Your father has put on a beer gut. Your college classmates start wearing sweatpants all the time. Their lovehandles pop out in shirts. The skin around their flat stomachs becomes soft and plump. No change in weight is too small or subtle. You notice it. And you want it. 

You research it. Google “how to get fat on purpose.” “Best ways to gain weight.” “Highest calorie foods.” “Men who gain weight.” “How to gain weight fast”.

Get erect. All this excites you. And you know you need it. One day, the decision is made. You will get fat on purpose. You will force your body to get as big and plump and bloated and chubby and saggy and puffy and fat as you want. It will never be enough but at least it will be something. That day, you overeat intentionally. An extra burger from McDonalds. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s. A six pack of beer. You are stuffed and satisfied and horny. You jerk off that night feeling your bloated gut. You love the sensation. You must do this again and again and again. 

The first 10 pounds comes easy. You barely need to try. A little here, a little there, eat like a man. Finish an entire large pizza to yourself. Ice cream after. And beer. Your pants get snug. You fill out a little bit. No one notices. But you noticed. And now you realize how much more you’ll need to feel anything. This is not enough. 

190 pounds. 

No longer thin, but not noticeably fat. Just a little soft. Some call you beefy. You’ve been exploring more ways to gain. Drink a gallon of whole milk a day. You can barely move after. You push your gut out as far as it will go. The pressure is incredible. The liquid sloshes in your belly. Hard to go to the gym this way, so may as well stay home and snack. 34in jeans fit better now. You’re liking the bloat. Decide to keep it bloated every day. If you can eat until you’re stuffed bloated every day, surely you will gain weight fast. And you do.

200 pounds. 

These first thirty pounds have happened so easily. Too easily? You don’t feel like it’s any different. But it is. You are softer all over. You hate cardio and never jog anymore. Large shirts hug your budding belly. People can see your deepening belly button through your shirt. You always clean your plate, out of habit now. People offer you food, knowing you’ll never say no. You are a big guy now. He’s a beefcake. “hey big guy.” The other guys call you “thicc” and “meaty.” But you want more than that. And you will get it. 

215.

Eggnog chugs. Boost chugs. 12 packs of beer. Mass Gainer. Heavy Cream. Jars of peanut butter. Extra olive oil. You need MORE and you want it now. The next 15 pounds come fast. No amount is too much for you. You film all this now. You want a record of your progress. You pat your chubby ball gut in satisfaction. You find fat in places you didn’t realize got fat. That area around your cock is puffy and soft. The side of what once was your muscular pec is now dimpled and flabby. Your inner thighs. Your back. Softer. 

230.

Your gains are obvious. It’s been 60 lbs and two years. But college does that to people. Your parents realize your party lifestyle has impacted your diet. You’re not a high school jock anymore, but hey, why not enjoy college? You’ve graduated and you want help to keep growing. Meet up with a feeder. He’s older than you. Potbellied. Clearly he’s put on weight himself. He opens the door in his underwear. You are shy. But your gut poking through your large tee and your lovehandles spilling over your jeans are all he needs to see to know you’ve been doing plenty of damage to yourself without his help. He intends to fucking destroy you. And he will.

This is when it gets intense. He makes you open the fridge where a gallon tub of ice cream has been melting into a vat of chocolatey goo. You will drink it all and he will make you do it sitting in front of the mirror naked.You gets you high on marijuana and poppers. You step on the scale and realize in erotic satisfaction that you have put on 4 pounds instantly. 

Your gut has never been more full. You are more erect than you have ever been. You have never felt SO GOOD.

He has you now. Addicted. Welcome to gaining, pig.

250.

 There’s no going back now. Your gut is distended and chubby and bloated all the time. And you are PROUD of it. Bright red stretchmarks have erupted across your round, soft, stomach and lovehandles. They remind you of your progress and you love them. You want more. You look like a fat guy now. Your face is puffy and round. You never go to the gym anymore. You can’t hide your weight gain in the baggiest of clothes. A double chin has formed so you grow a scraggly beard to cover it. Clothes do not fit you the same. You look… disheveled. And you do not care. All you CARE about is getting MORE. 

You are becoming a proper hog.Your feeder has done some serious damage and you love it. You obey him. You trust him. He wants you fatter, and you oblige. Each session is intense and he’s pushing your limits. The challenge is so erotic, you don’t even realize the changes that are occurring. You just know you want more. You are his slob now. A greedy, hungry, gainer. You are transforming. But it is still not enough. You cannot stop now.

270.

You have gained 100 pounds. Or have you? You still look so skinny in the mirror. You’re pudgy, MAYBE. Definitely not fat. There are way more guys that are fatter than you, and they aren’t even trying. You must gain more. Your family is concerned. 100 pounds in five years is a lot. “You should get back in the gym.” “Lay off the beer.” “Too many sweets and fast food.”

This only motivates you more. You’ll show them just how big you can get. Next time they see you, they will be horrified; you will make sure of that. 

Your feeder is proud of his pig, and you need him more than ever. He pushes you to gorge unrelentlessly. New creative ways to pump you full of calories. Your skin is always tight. Every time you feed, you think, “I’ve never been this full.” Yet you crave more. Your cock throbs as you play with your soft underbelly. It sags now over your waistband, no matter what kind of pants you wear. Your ass cheeks are soft and dimpled. Your lovehandles are embarrassingly wide. People look at you funny. When you eat in public, people are grossed out. 

300.

You run into an old college classmate who has himself gained weight. He barely recognizes you with the double chin and the beard and the waddle. You converse. He says “I guess we all put on a little weight after college” as he pats your soft, flabby belly just above your navel. This excites you. But you play it off. “Yeah work keeps me busy. No time to exercise and I just love trying new restaurants.”

The truth is, you don’t care what food tastes like. You will chug anything, stuff anything into your fat face that your feeder tells you to. You are his now. He is the only person you are attractive to now. Too fat for normal men. You are now an acquired taste. Only chubby chasers and encourages want your sweaty, waddling, bloated, curvy body. 

330.

You are in denial. "It’s not that much, I think I want another 50 pounds.“ 

The statement is laughable on its face. You are a blubbery mess of a man. This is what addiction does to you. You can’t even realize that 160 pounds of pure lard packed onto your once-thin frame is a lot. Nothing fits you anymore. You are always out of breath. People you used to know do not recognize you. You’ve given up all your hobbies except the only one that matters: Gaining. 

Gaining is the only thing you want. The only thing you think about. The only thing that gets your cock hard. And you must have more. 

350.

You film yourself naked eating a pie on all fours. Sniff poppers. Then slam back two pints of melted ice cream. The flavor doesn’t matter. It drips out the side of your mouth and over your fat tits. Your nipples are swollen and sensitive. You love having your tits played with. Oink Oink. You reach under your heavy soft overhang and pull it up. Jiggle it for your camera. Burp. Slap your gut.

You masturbate to these videos you film of yourself. You are shocked when you look back at your video at 250 and think “WOW I was so thin back then.” Reality is, 250 was NOT thin. But your perception of what is fat, what is thin, is so distorted by your fetish that it’s completely disconnected from reality. 

400.

Your feeder laughs and pats your gut as the scale reads 400 for the first time.

You are fatter now than he has ever been. 

“How do you feel, pig?” he says, grinning, and with his cock leaking precum in his underwear. 

“I feel… small. Like I need another 50 pounds,” you respond as you rub the soft hanging part of your belly. “And I’m still hungry.”

He loves hearing that. He sits you down in front of the mirror and watches as you drink a Boost VHC. 500 calories a piece. 

Drink another.

And another.

And another.

2000 calories. 

“Feel better pig?“ 

"yes sir.” you respond. 

As you look in the mirror, you let out a satisfying burp and jiggle your heft. Everything wobbles on you now. What you see back doesn’t shock you, but it should.

You think: What have I become? What have I done to myself? Why do I still feel so small?

All things considered, Cameron didn’t mind his job at the quiet little restaurant he worked at, even if it did get a little slow sometimes. The pay was enough to keep up with his college kid budget, his managers and coworkers were pretty cool, and the workload was never too challenging. But the best part about his job by far, Cameron thought, was the people watching.

Cameron himself stood at just over 6 feet tall, his black work polo shirt draping loosely over his toned yet slim 155 pound frame. His nearly black hair matched his dark brown eyes, and the stubbly beard he’d recently decided to grow out highlighted his sharp jawline perfectly. Looking at him, most people assumed his type were boys like him: tall, lean and muscular, and they couldn’t be more wrong. In Cameron’s eyes, nothing was hotter than a man with a big appetite, and the fat belly that came with it was an added bonus. He’d typically get a fair amount of chubbier men at his register, making his voice a little sweeter when they ordered, and he was hoping to get his fair share of chubby guys in his line today.

Today’s shift was like any other. Cameron got to the restaurant just before 2pm, clocked in, and messed with the aging cash register until everything was in order. One of the perks of working at a restaurant close to campus was that there was a fairly consistent flow of studs who’d put on the freshman 15 (or sometimes 30), and today started off in just that way. Cameron smiled as he caught glimpse after glimpse of former abs that were now buried under a new layer of fat underneath their clothes. However, the flow of these men began to slow down as the lunch rush ended, and Cameron eventually found himself bored as the midday rush came to an end.

Until a few hours later, a few minutes after 5pm, he walked in. Cameron’s eyes widened slightly as he caught a glimpse at the man that just walked in. Sure, his charming face was nice to look at, but Cameron’s eyes immediately travelled downwards and stared at the man’s belly. It was almost perfectly round and heavy, clearly the result of many fast food runs like this one. His belly pushed against the too-tight shirt he was wearing, and Cameron’s mind raced as he imagined what he looked like without the shirt. He’s got to be over 200 pounds, he thought to himself as he moved his eyes up to greet him.

The timing of Tommy’s injury couldn’t have been better for Jimmy. Carrie’s course had taken her away on a work placement for the rest of the semester, and poor old Tommy had been left to fend for himself. As the captain of the football team, there were plenty of people who would have been more than willing to assist. However, it was Jimmy who had taken it upon himself to take the reins and do whatever he could. 

It was such a turn on going shopping for Tommy, who would present him with a list almost every day. Jimmy had such a thrill, beefing up the shopping bags with little treats he had paid for himself: a couple of packs of doughnuts, extra cookies, milkshakes and sodas. He added anything and everything he could to up the calories and carbs for Tommy who, for the first time in his life, was being forced to become more sedentary for the sake of his injury. 

It was through these constant trips that Jimmy finally started to get some sort of understanding of just how much Tommy ate each day. The guy was a walking trash can, a sinkhole; a pig. There was nothing else that could be said about the vast quantities he consumed, without care or concern for getting back in shape after the injury was healed.

Liam was boarding his flight to Australia. He’d won the tickets in a competition at work for a holiday in Oz. He’d never been before and was very excited to get there, however he was far less excited about the flight. The long, long flight. There would be a stop half way but the hours of being sat on a plane made him feel uneasy. God! He just hoped he would have to sit next to some lardass who’d overspill his seat.

After a few hours of waiting, his plane was finally ready to board. He joined the long line of people eager to get on the plane. Once he was walking down the aisle Liam was scouring around for his seat. He was a slim guy who made sure to work out in his free time so the hours in the office wouldn’t catch up with his frame. He easily slipped passed people fumbling their carry ons into the overhead storage. That’s when he spied it, his seat. Sadly his worst fear had come to fruition. A large, overweight man sat in the middle seat between the window and aisle seat. His wife love handles flopped over the arm rests and his fat ass spilled over his seat. The closer Liam got, the more he could smell him. The guy was sweating up a storm. Oh god! He couldn’t bare this for almost 8 hours! But Liam being the arrogant young man he was went over to persuade the man to move.

Liam interrupted the man trying to fasten the too small belt across his gut, sweating buckets in the process. “He dude, can you move? It’s a long flight and your talking up my seat as well.” Liam said it like there was nothing wrong with his statement. The man’s mouth hung open in shock. His face turned red but before he could yell at Liam a hostess placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Excuse me sir, we have another seat for you right this way.” She winked at the man as she led Liam toward the front of the plane. Liam belittled the larger man the entire time, calling him a pig, saying he should pay for the row if he’s gonna spill over three seats, saying he was too fat to fly. The hostess just nodded and kept smiling. She sat Liam in the middle of a row of seats. He was between a pretty young woman who sat by the window and a gym guy in a tank top by the aisle. Both were people Liam felt at ease being sat next to. He could talk about his gym routine and workout tips with the man and flirt with the fine young woman. He made himself comfortable as he took his seat.

Once the plane had taken off, the two passengers beside Liam were keeping themselves busy. The man, Chris, was planning a workout routine for a client and the woman, Sadie, was listening to music staring out the window. Liam quickly realised he’d left his phone in his carry on which was now out of reach. It would be too awkward getting up, squeezing past Chris and searching through his bag. So instead he decided to watch the screen on the seat in front of him. It was just a small cgi plane moving slowly along a long arrow to their destination. Just as Liam was about to see if there was any movies he could watch the hostess tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a bag of sweets. “On the house, as an apology for earlier.” He looked down at the bag and tore it open. Inside were small pink sweets shaped like pigs. They felt like jelly and he popped one into his mouth.

It was soft and gooey and tasted like strawberries. Then the taste kept changing with every pig he ate. Apple. Banana. Cherry. Then it started moving away from the typical flavours. Cheese burger? Bacon? Donuts? Chocolate cake? It was strange but he found them so tasty and he kept indulging, not realising that the small bag never emptied. He’d forgotten all about the screen I front of him, hazily watching the small plane now somewhere over an ocean. He kept munching away, lost in the motion of reaching into the bag, pulling out a sweet, placing it on his tongue, figuring out the taste, swallowing then repeat again. Every flavour was different, never two of the same. He went to place the next sweet in his mouth when he felt a cold object pressing against his sides. He looked down and saw that his shirt was looking tighter, he went to move and noticed the arms of the chair were brushing against his sides. That didn’t happen before. Had the chair gotten smaller. He felt his waist and almost choked on the pig in his mouth. He had soft, fatty love handles.

The feeling was indescribable for Liam. He’d never been a chubby kid, he’d always been stuck thin until he started getting lean muscle in his late teens. He’d never felt constricted in a seat before. Never on a plane. That wasn’t all that had changed about him. His shirt felt very tight around his stomach as a small pouch pushed out. He lifted his tighter shirt and revealed a cute little bloated belly. His abs were hidden away under a layer of pudge.

Even with the shock of his new mass, Liam failed to stop himself popping another sweet into his mouth and chewing away. Apple pie. It was sugary and sweet. As he swallowed he felt a surge of sugar rush into his body and his fat rippled. It looked like his stomach grumbled like in a cartoon as it inched out further. Liam was panicking. He needed some air. A wave of heat washed over him as he felt tighter in his seat. He reached his arm up to the small nub for air conditioning above him but was shocked to see his once toned arm looking soft and fleshy. He turned the air on and felt the coolness hit his head. Beads of sweat were now collecting on his forehead and threatening to roll down his face. He had to move, he had to get up. Anything to put his mind at ease. Liam reached for his belt with was not tight against his stomach, digging in to his waistline. As Liam stood up, he felt a breeze pass his stomach. He squeezed past the hench man sat beside him, his new belly poking out under his top. “Bro, put that away!” Chris said as he covered his eyes from Liam’s new fleshy gut. Once he was in the aisle, Liam looked down to see his pudgy midsection exposed and tugged down at his shirt. It wouldn’t budge over his belly. Liam still held the packet of sweets in his hand, putting another in his mouth as he made his way to the toilet. Banoffee pie.

The elastic of his sweatpants were now being pushed out by his pudge. He thought it was lucky he decided to wear them as they’d be comfortable on a long flight, only now they were saving him from popping a button. Once he reached the toilet he shut the door and locked it quickly. Looking in the mirror he looked different. Was his face plumper. His jawline was soft and had the beginning of a double chin. Another sweet entered his mouth. Cookie dough. Sweat patched adorned his shirt around his armpits, collar and down his back. Dark, damp patches. The toilet felt hotter than the rest of the plane as he stripped off his top. Oh god! It was worse than he thought.

Any indication of abs or any muscle tone had given way to thick layers of fat. His belly sloped and bulged out, his belly button looking deep and dark. Faint crease marks from where fat had rolled when he was seated stretched across his gut. Love handles bulged over his waistband as dimples carved themselves out above his ass. Vanilla ice cream hit his tastebuds as he realised another sweet had entered his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself. His pecs were now dropping and puffy with pink squishy nipples. His thighs were now touching as they rubbed and began to chafe. Fudge brownies. The crack of his ass poked out like a plumbers crack. His whole body looked bloated and slobby. Then there was a knock at the door.

“Sir, you need to return to your seat. We’re about to hit some turbulence.”

Liam slid his shirt back over his pudgy torso as another sweet entered his mouth. Black Forest gateau. His shirt stopped just above his midriff. He tugged and pulled at it but it wouldn’t extend any further. Even his love handles were starting to peak through. As he walked his shirt rode up further, his belly button on view for the whole cabin. With every step his stomach spilled over his waistband and jiggled. Every light bump of the plane threw Liam off balance with his new weight as he wobbled down the aisle with more of a waddle. When he reached his row, Liam tried squeezing past Chris only for his exposed gut to brush against Chris’ face. “Fuck dude! Get off me! Stop acting like a slob!” Liam’s face shot bright red as Chris angrily emerged from his seat to allow him to squeeze through. The arm rests proved difficult for Liam to squeeze his flabby posterior through. Once he eventually did, this love handles bulged out between the gaps, wedging him firmly in place. The belt proved to be an issue too as Liam had to extend it to stretch it over his growing gut. Still, it dug in under his sensitive exposed belly. As it clicked into place, Liam released a loud hearty burp. Droplets of spit settled themselves into the screen in front of him. Sadie turned away in disgust. Liam’s belly rumbled as it begged for more sweets. He picked out a handful and shovelled them into his mouth. Tiramisu. Carrot cake. Angel’s delight. As Liam lifted his arm towards his gaping maw, wafts of sweat and BO seeped from his clammy armpits. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead and landed on his shirt collecting with the other expanding sweat patches. Each new piggish candy made Liam’s shirt rise higher and higher. His love handles were now fully exposed as Chris and Sadie moved to the sides to avoid touching them as the bulged out further. As his belly grew it settled further into his lap. The top of his stomach was now shelf like as Liam placed the packet of sweets on top of it. He continued eating the sweets, completely unable to stop himself. Waffles. Maple syrup. Red velvet. Liam even started rubbing and patting his growing fat.

His love handles were now a solid muffin top and his overhand had settled over his waistband and nestled the belt underneath it. Then a gassy feeling bubbled inside his bloated belly and, without any control, Liam released a loud blistering fart.

BRAAAP

Shame surged over Liam’s face as gas kept emitting from his loosening asshole. Chris’ hand shot up for the assistance button as he plugged his nose from the vile fumes. Groans could be heard from the entire cabin.

THPPTPHTPHPHHPH

Another loose wet fart escaped as people began plugging their nose. Once the hostess reached the row even she showed disgust on her face. “He has to move, he’s acting like some fat slob and he’s taking up the whole row!” Chris shouted at the lady, his voice nasally as he firmly clenched his nose. Liam tried to apologise but gassy intervals kept interrupting his speech.

“Look I’m really sorry! * FART* I can’t help it I just can’t stop *BURRRRP* eating these sweets and they’re *TOOOOT BLURP* making me bloated! * BRRRT*”

The hostess had had enough with Liam and decided it was best to move him to another row. She had just the place. Liam ended up back at the exact row he tried to avoid. He was wedged into the window seat next to the other larger man on the flight. Both men took up the space of two seats and Liam only continued to indulge on the moorish candies. Their fat sides squished against each other as the arm rests had to be raised to allow them enough room. Both men sweat through their clothes, burped, farted and bulged. Liam was disgusted with himself. His shirt had practically become a crop top as his exposed belly pushed against the seat in front. Liam had to spread out his legs to accomplish ball gut, if he didn’t it would be pressed up against his face.

(Chubby!Thor x Male! Reader)

It was over. War was over. Thanos was over. But the pain wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

As everyone stood there and watched the arc reactor glide across the lake amongst a plethora of delicate flowers, you tried your hardest not to attract too much attention as you held Thor’s large hand in yours. The air was dense with silence and grief, and the only way you found comfort was to lean in closer to the tall god - who carefully wrapped his arm around your waist. Small tears flowed down your face before you could swipe them off with the sleeve of your jacket, Thor seemed to notice this, and planted a kiss on your (h/c) hair.

It was like this until the reactor flowed out of sight, a few walking in different directions, a few stayed put staring at the lake as tears threatened to slip off their eyes. Thor and you stayed put for a few moments, just holding onto each other in a moment of loss and pain, the steady rise and fall of his chest helped maintain composure between the both of you.

“I lost too much…” He said in a deep yet gentle tone. “I lost everything.” His voice hitched a bit as he continued to look out on the lake, tears were welling at the edge of his lower eyelids. You saw this, and took the opportunity to weld your body into his thick frame, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing up against your own. Thor then wrapped his large arms around you when a small sob came out, burying his face in your hair.

“You didn’t lose me,” You said carefully, afraid to further trigger the man into doing something he’ll later regret. “You’ve taken great care of me throughout all that we’ve been through, and here we are, still alive to remember all the times we had with him… and with Natasha.” You glanced up at his red watery eyes, a warm smile donned your face as a means of comfort.

Thor smiled weakly. “At least it was not in vain.” He said, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand.

“We all are hurt, but at least now we have time to fix things like they were before,” You said, rubbing small circles on his lower back. “We can learn to move on, together.” You rested your head against his broad shoulder, taking in the scent of his bourbon and oak beard shampoo.

You two mainly stayed near the food, since Thor was still in his stress-eating phase, and you didn’t have a problem with it at all, you allowed him to eat the three servings of May Parker’s funeral macaroni and cheese, those ten cheeseburgers, those two handfuls of cookies, and downed it all with punch or beer. You, on the other hand, just stayed there close to him leaning your head against his shoulder. Apart from allowing him to mourn through eating, you’ve grown accustomed to his soft stature; using his belly as a pillow late at night, his hips growing a bit wider, as well as his ass giving a bit of a jiggle with every step he took. These were the only things that made you happy lately, and Thor didn’t seem to care too much at all.

By the time the sun came down, a few were beginning to leave, solemnly saying their goodbyes, others just giving long hugs in silence. After you said your goodbyes, you noticed Thor, as well as the rest of the Guardians talking, but after walking over to them they all made their way back to the Milano parked just a few feet on the side of the lake. Thor turned around and smirked. “I just had a word with the StarLord, I asked if we may join him and his crew.”

Your chest ached at the news. “Woah… okay,” You said, rocking on your heels, trying to grasp on what’s happening. Thor seemed to sense your discomfort, and pulled you in close, encasing you in him to bring yourself back.

“I know it seems too soon, that you just got back to your home planet, but I know that I belong somewhere in the galaxy, not here where I get noticed every time I’m out.” Thor said, struggling on trying to form the correct sentence.

You only nodded. “You’re right. But I’m still going with you, and don’t you dare think that after what happened: my parents dying, you taking me to Asgärd and nearly escaping death so many times that I would want to leave you… you’re practically all that I have left, Thor.” Tears were now falling down your face as you looked him in the eyes.

Thor simply nodded and kissed your forehead. “I wouldn’t dream of it, you belong to me now,” He said, wrapping a thick arm around your waist before guiding you to where the rest of the Guardians were walking. “And I do have a confession to make… I love you.”

Those three words were something you never thought you’d hear from him, the man who still had his heart set on a woman he met years ago and never saw again, the man who wanted to spare himself for her until they meet again, it almost made you feel like you were in a dream. “I love you too.” You said, wrapping your arm around his soft waist, your hand gently rubbing the lower part of his distended belly.

• • •

Hours had passed, but being in space never helped in telling time. You and Thor got well adjusted in your small cabin, a twin bed you both lay on, Thor had you pressed up against his bare body, your hand rubbing circles on the tanned tight belly. He had just finished eating some sandwiches he snuck from the funeral, as well as some Asgärdian ale, a thunderous burp escaped his mouth after you pressed down a little harder on the dome of his belly. “Thank you, I had trouble getting that out.” He said shortly before yawing.

It had been a long day, and the two of you were exhausted ever since you left earth, but after getting some used to being on the Milano, and dealing with Thor and Peter’s childish bantering, you were beyond the point of exhaustion. You gave Thor a kiss, his hand on the back of your head. “So this is what they call love?.” The god asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

(The story of thin guy and a chubby guy stuck together during quarantine) 

This is my first gainer fiction, please feel free to message me with any advice, ideas, criticisms, etc. I’d love to hear from you!

Chapter One

Pittsburg, PA

March 18, 2020 

Dillon, a 25-year-old accountant, was sitting in his cubicle scrolling through news articles until he could head home from work. He was glued to the COVID-19 news coverage all day, especially after his roommate texted him to say his office decided to close down and have its staff work remotely. Offices all over the country were closing over the last few days. 

At 3:45 p.m., Dillon’s HR team finally sent out the email announcement to head home indefinitely, and he packed his bag and boarded the commuter train bound for home. 

–

Dillon and his roommate, Matt, live in a quaint suburban town, mostly populated by 20- to 30-year-olds, bordering Pittsburgh. Though he was nervous about the virus, Dillon was excited to get to stay home for a while and thought he’d treat this time like a stay-cation. 

When Dillon walked into the house, Matt was on the couch watching the news, eating a Wendy’s cheeseburger while his work computer rested on the coffee table. He was still wearing his work slacks from earlier, while his tie was undone and each button of his shirt released, revealing his thickening gut. Matt is also an accountant at a different firm, but in the years since college, he became a bit lazy and pudgy, while Dillon remained dedicated to his gym routine. 

They both decided to change outfits, and hit the grocery store for a big haul that would last them a few weeks. 

Matt loaded up on non-perishable items like pastas, rice, chips, Oreos, and a bounty of ice cream. 

Dillon shrugged, and did the same. Normally he’d never buy carb-laden foods like this, but Matt had the right idea, he needed items with a long shelf life. Maybe it would be nice to take a break from always eating healthy. 

–

April 11, 2020

Over the next few weeks, Matt and Dillon settled into a routine of eating a hearty breakfast together, working separately in their rooms, rejoining for lunch, and cooking dinner together then streaming tv series or watching movies with a few beers each. 

Dillon became very anxious one night, worrying about missing out on his gym routine and losing his muscle mass. He fit the gym-rat gay stereotype, and while Matt is also gay, he never seemed to care about body image and would hook up with guys of all shapes and sizes. 

“You’re too tense buddy, this virus isn’t going away any time soon, let me help you calm down,” Matt said. 

Matt went to his room, and a few minutes later reappeared with a joint and a package of CBD gummies. 

He lit his joint, puffed on it a few times, and handed it to Dillon. 

“The gummies are for you,” Matt said. “They help my anxiety a lot. Eat one every now and then, and don’t worry about running out, I can get more.” 

It was no secret to either that Dillon was slightly neurotic, and Matt hoped these would finally help his roommate become a bit more chill.

Dillon didn’t recognize the brand, but accepted the gummies, and the joint, and soon calmed down. 

Matt went into the kitchen, reappeared with two ice cream sundaes and some Irish coffees, patted has roommate on the shoulder, and they settled on the couch to watch a movie. 

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April 21, 2020

About a month into quarantine, Dillon woke up and went into his en-suite bathroom to shower, shave, and get ready for his day. After smothering his scruffy face with shaving cream, a glob of shaving cream fell from his neck onto his torso. He looked in the mirror and was surprised to notice a soft layer of fat spread across his tummy. He finished shaving, hopped onto the scale, and he was up 10 pounds from 170 to 180. Becoming anxious, he remembered his CBD gummies and munched on two, shrugged off his concerns, and showered. He’d start running once the weather would warm up, he promised himself. 

May 5, 2020

The boys started drinking cheap domestic beers together each night after dinner and watched a series, or whatever sports they could find. 

After realizing he put on some weight, Dillon became more conscious of Matt’s belly and his eating and drinking habits, which had started to rub off on him. Matt was always making snacks and drinks for them both, and Matt definitely looked a little bigger since quarantine began, which made Dillon feel a little better about himself at least. In a way, Dillon really admired how cool and collected Matt seemed to be about everything that came his way. Dillon wouldn’t consider himself stuck up, but he came from a well-to-do household where image and good manners were very important. 

Matt, on the other hand, was way more in with the times, calm, relaxed, and fit the personality of a straight-acting bro who happened to be gay. 

After dinner, by Matt’s third beer he started burping a bit here and there. Dillon was intrigued by this. He always wondered how regular guys can be so comfortable with belching in front of other people. In a weird way, his casual burping turned Dillon on, it was such a “straight-boy” thing to do and the opposite of Dillon’s personality. 

Without a second thought, Dillon chugged his beer, waited a bit, and let out a baby burp. 

“That was weak, Dillon,” Matt said, and let out a more proper belch. 

“Hah…nice one,” Dillon said, attempting to hide his innate tendency to be disgusted. 

“Try again,” Matt said.

“What?” Dillon asked.

“You’re a guy, aren’t you?” Matt said. “I guess your brothers never taught you how to belch like one.” 

Matt then told Dillon to relax his lower belly, take big chugs and breathe every now and then, and Dillon started burping a bit more like his roommate.

“That’s what’s great about being with your guy friends, Dillon,” Matt said. “You don’t have to hold back a belch when you need to. Your body will feel better as well.” 

Matt patted his stuffed gut a few times, and let out a loud burp. He smiled and shrank back into the couch. He scratched his brown hair and rubbed his hazel eyes a bit, and rested his hand across his belly. His body was filling out, and outlined under his t-shirt Dillon could see a pair of man-boobs forming and a set of love handles bulging above his waistband. 

The boys finished 5 beers each that night, and heated up a frozen pizza, which was quickly polished off. 

Halfway through eating, Dillon got a big pizza stain on his white t-shirt and took it off and put it in the laundry hamper.

“Eyy, welcome to the Dad-Bod club, Dill,” Matt laughed. 

“What, nah, you’re the chubby one here Matt,” Dillon said, a bit alarmed. 

Matt reached over and poked his finger into Dillon’s softened tummy, then grabbed a small handful. “It doesn’t look too bad,” Matt said. “You can always work it off whenever you want.”

Before bed that night, Dillon inspected himself while shirtless in the mirror. Matt was right, above his waistline, Dillon had lost his six-pack, which was replaced with a gooey soft few layers of fat that extended into baby love handles. He twisted his body and felt his butt, which seemed to be a bit more plump. He then inspected his face, staring into his light brown eyes in the mirror and rubbed his sandy blonde hair in different directions. 

Dillon felt strangely calm about the differences he noticed in his body, and went to bed for a long sleep.

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Honestly I’ve been in such a mood lately. I really enjoy my own body fat and how much I’ve grown, but really wish I was stuffing someone else up.

Ya know making them eat meal after meal, course by course. Watching their bloated belly rise and expand. Their underbelly starts to show as their once fitted shirts starts to ride up to make room for their growing belly. Or when they start to gain weight and their love handles start to spill over their waistband. And thats all in the beginning phase.

Sooner or later the food and bloating all sticks with them. The food portions get bigger because all those stuffing sessions you had with them has expanded their appetite. Next thing you know you’re bringing plate 7 at dinner, when he asks you to unbutton his pants because it’s getting so tight. Obviously you oblige because you know that means your man is growing. *ping* you pop off that button, and watch as his belly swells forward. Bigger and fuller than the last stuffing sessions. Face to face with that big growing belly as he keeps eating. You can’t help but reach out and rub, massage and fondle his new found blubber. You explore his now large love handles that are sitting over his waistband, give them a good jiggle then run your hands back to the center. His belly button deeper than before. Do you dare explore it with your finger? Obviously yes! Low moans coming from your feasting guy as he too is enjoying the attention you’re giving him. You look up and ask, “Still hungery babe?”

A couple more feeding sessions pass and your man has grown quite a bit. His belly overhangs his waitsband, his hips have widen to support his expanding belly and new Bubble ass, and his chest has started to puff up into a nice set of moobs. Gosh there’s so much to explore on your man now! He doesn’t even wear a shirt anymore during the stuffing sessions because he loves it when your play with his body while he eats and eats and eats.

My Secret Gainer Boyfriend

This is my first post ever and also my first time writing gainer fiction so please give me some advice but be nice about it. Thanks for reading. I should have the second part of chapter one out shortly.

I look on in fondness at Roman Locke, my boyfriend. He walks down the hallway like he owns the place with so much confidence, but none of it comes off as arrogant, more like an extra assertive personality. He is a wrestler, and a linebacker, on the soccer team, and sometimes swims, so he is built very well, his muscular arms, and massive pecs, rippling in the tight shirt he is wearing. Along with his muscles is a decent sized belly that jiggles a bit with each step he takes. I smile to myself knowing that’s my work.

Roman is a gainer, and I am a feeder. We found each other out because we were messaging each other unknowingly on a feederism website. We decided to meet up early in the school year and when we found out we laughed for hours about it. We decided to try a relationship, but Roman not ready to come out wanted the entire thing to be kept a secret. That’s why we are not interacting at school, and why he’s allowed to have all of those girls clinging onto him for dear life. As I said before, he is the most popular boy in school, and his insanely good looks appeal to the shallow girls of our school. “Hey Roman, why are you fat. Why are you gaining weight?” I hear one of the girls ask him. I instantly look up from my locker and towards the group. Roman also looks around until his eyes rest on me and he smirks slightly. “Oh ya know, just to make it to the next weight class in wrestling. Maybe bulk up for the rest of football season too.” As he says this he jiggles his stomach a bit with his free hand and winks at me, but it looks like he’s winking at one of the girls. I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself as I gather the rest of my things. I know what he’s trying to do and it won’t work. He’s trying to get me flustered and it usually never works. I am not an easily embarrassed person, especially in public; I tend to hide my emotions relatively well.

My musing is interrupted by the crowd of girls screaming and screeching at the wink. “You’re so cool, Roman.” A girl’s shrill laugh cuts through the air and I, and many others, visibly cringe.

When I finally gathered all my things, I took my bag and walked to my next class. I have to pass Roman and his posse and as I do I give him a coy look and lick my lips. As expected he looks directly at me and I can see him shift around a bit. I turn back forwards and smirk to myself. He is gonna want to meet up later and I don’t think I’m opposed to the idea.

Roman is in one class of mine in the later half of the day. In total he is in 3 of my classes; the first two in the morning and then the last class of the day. I always leave the school first, especially on Fridays. He gets bombarded by people asking to hang out with him, go to parties, go out to bars, or just to hang out in the town. Just like every other day, he is hounded by populars and wannabes, and just like everyday, I ignore it and make my way home. I don’t have many friends, and the few friends I have are in the theater department so they are practicing for the next musical. This usually takes up all their free time so I have no one to hang out with on the weekend, except Roman. Who just sent me a text asking to meet up at his house. Roman lives on the rich side of town which is relatively close to the school. I send a yes, and ask him if I should be there by a specific time. He takes a bit to respond but says he wants me there as quickly as possible. I can tell that he is stressed, stressed about something and he wants to relax. Not many people can read others as well as I can. I can tell that when we hang out it’s just gonna be cuddling and maybe some feeding but I assume he is too tired for that.

I am not a sexual being, and Roman respects that. He sometimes gets carried away and tries to grind on me but I usually snap him out of it before it gets too heated. I’m assuming he gets his sexual fill from the many girls that gladly throw themselves at him. I know that he isn’t ready to reveal his sexuality to anyone at school and I respect that completely, but I still get jealous of the girls that get to be open with him about their feelings. How easily they can intrude on our relationship and I can’t do anything about it without hurting Roman. I know he is also doing it to keep up appearances and he probably doesn’t have feelings for any of the girls he hooks up with but I still feel these things and I can’t help it. I’m not going to bring it up to him especially right now because of how stressed and tired he seems.

I’m pulled from the depths of my head when I realize I’m only a few hundred feet from Roman’s neighborhood. I am not supposed to be here, here at this side of town. I have no business being here, no one invited me, no one asked me to hang out, at least not publicly. I have to make sure I am not seen by anyone in school. I was never a good liar and I don’t have an explanation planned for if I do get caught so subtlety and quietness is key. I have done this many times before and have developed a way to move through the houses without being detected. It has worked every time I have come over and it didn’t fail this time either. I decide to cheer Roman up a bit by climbing up his house and entering his room through his window. To make sure I can complete this task I check if his window is open and to my fortune it is.

Smirking, I begin my ascent and my absolutely amazing physical upper strength that never fails causes me to fall into the bushes with a painful crunch. That didn’t work, let’s try again but with the tree near the window. This proves to be a success when I eventually push myself through his open window onto the carpeted floor of his large room. I hear footsteps running to the door and I know immediately that it is Roman. I start to gather myself as the door is pushed open and Roman’s large frame stands in the doorway.

I look up at him with counterfeit sheepishness. “Hey, Roman. How are you doing?” I ask with an embarrassed shrug. Roman starts laughing and moves over to me and sits down. “You have leaves in your hair, Oliver.” He pulls them out gently as we look at each other's eyes. He moves in and kisses me on the lips before pulling away, “I’m ok, this made me feel better.” I smile before kissing him again. “I noticed you seemed a bit lackluster today and I just want to make you feel better.” I whisper onto his cheek. He quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. “Thanks, Ollie.” He kisses my forehead and I roll my eyes. “You know I don’t like that nickname.” I say and he chuckles.

(story by GoodFortune)

This is a story from the beefyfrat library that I really love, although the original included other characters and some… interesting elements. I edited it just to include Matt, Colby, and the fat gain aspects.

Matt was not so much your typical high school graduate, although he’d like to think he was.  He was scheduled to attend the university of his choice in the coming fall and was not sure what to expect when it came to dorm life.  In high school, he’d been somewhat of a shy individual and had only a select number of friends, but that’s the kind of life he enjoyed.  He was a masculine boy, down to earth, and liked to keep things pretty simple and laid back.  Behind his shy shell, was a handsome man with thick blue eyes and closely cut blond hair.   Previously, he’d been one of those scrawny slender tall fellows that didn’t catch much attention, but in his years of high school he’d found the perfect hobby: weight lifting.  By graduation, he’d been able to go from a pitiful weakling to a respectable 214 pounds of athletic prowess.  The gain didn’t change his reputation or shyness though.  Most people still thought of him as the 6’4’’ skinny guy, but that was about to change. Matt had randomly been assigned a roommate for his college dorm, an all-male dorm.  He didn’t have many male friends in high school, and the ones he did have had chosen different colleges; however, he was excited to meet someone new and to have the new experiences that college was bound to bring.  The only thing he knew about his new roommate was that his name was Colby and no more.  When move-in day finally came, Matt had enlisted his parents and a few friends to help him load his stuff into the little dorm room on the 8th floor of the 10 story dormitory.  He had gotten an early start and must have beat out Colby because when he finally got to the room, no one was there. The dorm room was simple with just a loft bed, a desk, and some drawers on either side of the room except that Colby had decided not to loft his bed.  So he unloaded all his stuff on the right side of the room and set it up, said goodbye to his friends and family, and gave the place a look around.  His room was directly across from the communal bathrooms that had four sinks lined up in front of a wide mirror, a scale, two toilets on the left side of the room, and two shower heads facing each other on the right side.  When Matt saw this, he was both excited and a little scared. As you may have guessed, Matthew is a homosexual.  Although, he has never had any sort of sexual encounters, it was just something he knew and the thought of showering that close to another man started to give his 9 inch meat some life.  He put the thoughts in the back of his mind for the meantime and returned to his room, but when he walked in he was greeted by who he knew was Colby.  Colby was average, to say the least. Matt guess him to be about 5’9’’ with 140 pounds, he had a very lean body with not too much muscle, but what muscle he had was easy to see with the complete lack of fat on him.  Colby had what looked like brown eyes and very short brown hair on top of his somewhat “harsh” facial features, everything very defined.  Matt wouldn’t say he was the most attractive guy he’d ever seen, but he certainly wasn’t the ugliest.   Matt and Colby exchanged their greetings and Matt was quick to learn that Colby didn’t come with any family or friends because he was from out of state and had a long drive here.  Matt helped him carry his stuff from the car and they made some small chit chat here and there and got to know each other a little more. Colby was lying on his bed only in his boxers.  Matt quickly overlooked the thin boy’s body and thought it was nothing compared to the other boys’ on the hall.  He took off his t-shirt and undid his belt then slipped his shorts off.  He looked at himself in the mirror: nice round pecs, defined abs, thick arms, oversized bulge that was still chubbed up from his earlier greetings, and nicely chiseled legs with a plump bubble butt to fill out every part of his tighty whities.  He climbed up into his loft and stared up at the ceiling…then over the edge of his bed down to his roommate who was clearly out for the night.  He fished his manhood out with his paw and gave it a good squeeze to bring it fully to attention.  It didn’t take much before Matt could feel his balls churning and aching.  He felt the orgasm rush forward, his eyes slammed shut, his teeth clinched together, the mushroom head of his meat expanded, and he experienced an extremely intense orgasm quickly followed by an equally large amount of cum, all of which he caught in his right hand that was massaging the head of his cock.  Too exhausted to get up, he simply spread his cum across his abs to clean off his hand, then he tucked his shrinking cock into the pouch of his briefs and immediately fell asleep. This pattern continued for some time to come.  A few months went by while Matt secretly admired all the guys on the hall.  He had grown to love the showers where he was able to eliminate the guess work out of the size of most of their cocks. Colby looked about as average as they come, probably somewhere in the range of 5 to 6.  He also stole glances of other boys on the hall, some large, some small, but all beautiful in their own right.   As it turned out, Matt and Colby didn’t hang out much outside of the dorm room nor did they talk too much…mostly just exchanging words here and there or making small talk when they were bored.  Most of their small talk revolved around Colby’s weight.  Colby was constantly complaining about how thin he was, and how college was going to be when he changed all that.  Colby had plans to eat more and go to the gym and develop a harder, bigger body that all the college girls lusted after.   That’s basically all they talked about besides the occasional tv show or video game they both enjoyed; however, that all changed one night.   Matt was sitting at his desk simply wearing some workout clothes he’d had on from the gym earlier.  He had the overhead light turned off and had the lamp on his desk turned on to help him focus.  Then the door flew open, and Colby fumbled in.  Matt immediately guessed that Colby was trashed beyond belief. “Hey, Colby, are you okay?!” Matt questioned to his intoxicated roommate who was trying desperately to walk towards the bed. “Yeah…man…I-I’m al-riiiiiiiiight,” as he gave Matt a thumbs up. Matt jumped up from his desk and caught Colby has he had started to fall, then he dragged him over to the bed and set him down. “Alright man, you’ll be fine.  You just need to sleep this off.” “That’s…yeah, good idea,” Colby managed to mumble. “Lift your arms,” Matt told Colby has he grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  Colby was slow to respond but eventually got his arms high enough so Matt could lift his shirt off so, at the very least, Colby would have a comfortable sleep.  Matt pulled out Colby’s belt and started to unfasten the button and unzip the zipper.  As he did this, Colby started to paw at Matt’s gym shorts. He managed to grab the waist band, and in doing so, they started to slide down. “Colby, what are you doing?” Matt questioned in almost an angry tone to Colby. “Come on, Matt…I need it tonight,” Colby said to Matt in an almost whisper. “Need what?” Matt was completely confused by what was going on in front of him. “Jus’…jus’ let me…” his whisper died off as Matt finally managed to pull down Colby’s pants and get them off, leaving him in his boxers. “Alright, you’ve had way too much to drink tonight friend, just go to bed now,” Matt told Colby, but Colby didn’t move, he just reached up for Matt’s gym shorts again.  Matt pushed Colby’s hand away, but Colby kept on trying until he finally just grasped the waistband and yanked them down, leaving Matt standing high above Colby in only his undershirt and tight white briefs. Matt was confused by the whole situation. Colby was as straight as they come.  Matt thought that maybe he was curious, or maybe he’d just had too much to drink and didn’t know what he was doing, but then all his thoughts were halted when he felt a hand on his bulge.  Matt looked down to find his roommate mesmerized by his bulge, he was face to face with it sitting on his bed, his hand tracing the outline of Matt’s hardening cock and balls filling the pouch.  Matt was breathing hard, filled with nervousness and sexual desire of what his roommate might do.  Colby put his hand on the waistband of the briefs and slowly started to pull it down until he was slapped in the face by Matt’s finally free semi-erect meat. “Shit…” Colby let out under his breath as Matt’s dick rested against his cheek.  Colby leaned back some, then grabbed the hose at the base and started to lightly lick the tip of Matt’s fully engorged meat.  Matt let out a moan of pleasure fueled by fear and ecstasy.  He put his hands on his roommate’s head, running his fingers through the smaller boy’s hair then slowly pushing him down more onto his manhood.  Colby pushed Matt’s underwear the rest of the way down and let it rest at his knees as he sucked on this head of Matt’s cock.  Colby ran his fingers up Matt’s muscular legs, feeling every muscular curvature as he used his whole hand to feel them as he moved back down.  Then he explored Matt’s inner thighs on his way up again, when he reached the top, he put his left hand on Matt’s waist, and cupped his balls with his right hand, feeling their weight and feeling the cum churning inside. He removed his mouth from the head and licked the tip more, this time his tongue got a taste of Matt’s precum.  Then he put as much as he could in his mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, letting more in him with each thrust.  Matt was lost in the moment.  His dick loved the warm wet mouth of his roommate gliding along every inch of it.  Matt pushed Colby down more on it, trying to get him to take the whole thing.  Colby’s whimpers only fueled Matt’s desire to have him take it all.  He had almost taken every inch of him in until he reached between Matt’s legs and started to push at his asshole with his middle finger.  This was the end of Matt; he couldn’t handle it anymore. He let out a loud grunt as he held onto Colby’s hair very tightly and pushed him down as far as he’d go.  Matt felt his balls draw up and his cock expand in the mouth of his roommate.  Then he heard his roommate choking on the massive load of cum that just smashed into the back of his throat.  Colby withdrew from the cock and fell back on the bed completely spent from the activity.  There Matt stood, his mind finally reeling back, his underwear around his knees, his shorts at his feet, not believing what he’d just done.  He quickly pulled up his clothes in panic and put Colby’s legs up onto the bed, pushing him into place on his bed.  He also noticed the large wet spot on Colby’s boxers where he’d cum himself just moments ago.  He threw some covers on him and then climbed into his own bed.  He was afraid.  What if his roommate told everyone what he’d done with him? What if he refused to room with him and forced him to move out? How could he explain any of this? Or maybe he wouldn’t remember a thing and that would be all? With all these questions running through his head, he quickly fell asleep. Matt was abruptly awaken by his roommate shouting, “Matt! Matt! Dude, look at this!” “What?” Matt muttered as he looked over the side of the bed down to his roommate who was standing there with his shorts unbuttoned and no shirt on. “I can’t believe this.  I didn’t notice it until I was getting dressed, but I’ve finally fallen to the freshman fifteen,” he gave his newly enlarged belly and good shake with his hand, “It snuck up on me! Although I wish I had gained more muscle…I guess it’s a good start, just need to lift harder in the gym, I reckon.” Matt looked in shock as his roommate patted the paunch around his waist.  He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed him gain it either, even though it looked more than the freshman fifteen to him. “I can’t even button these shorts, they’re a size 30,” he demonstrated by trying to bring the button together but all he managed to do was bring his belly up more, making it look even bigger, “I guess I’ll just wear some gym shorts today and get some new clothes…I’m gonna go check the scale, hold on…” Matt watched as his fatter roommate walked out, his ass noticeable wider.  For some reason, the sight of Colby’s belly and ass started to awaken Matt’s dick.  Then he remembered last night.  “I guess he doesn’t remember…” Matt thought to himself as he climbed down from his loft bed.  Then he heard Colby from the bathroom shout, “Holy fuck!” Colby ran into the room, “I’m fucking 166! That’s 26 pounds, how did I not realize I was getting this fat?!” He pulled off his shorts and Matt got a clear view of where all the weight was.  Colby still had on the boxers from last night.  They were extremely tight now, his ass was very plump and much wider, and he had nicely formed love handles poking out over the waistband.  Colby pulled up some elastic waist gym shorts that were still pretty tight on him and turned around.  Matt gazed at Colby’s softened physique, his pecs had grown a little more, but most noticeably was his belly, it was much bigger than before, and when Colby put on the largest shirt he could find, there was still a noticeable bulge around his soft belly and pecs. “Shit, I have to go to the gym after class today, I’m a fucking pig now,” he said in embarrassment as he cupped his new belly and grabbed a handful of fat. All Matt could think about that day was the hardcore blow job he’d received from his now somewhat chubby roommate.  How did he not notice his roommate’s belly last night? And why was he so fascinated by the new weight gain? He wanted to know what Colby would look like with more weight, he wanted to touch his belly, his love handles, his chubby ass. He knew that the opportunity would never arise again; but of course, it wasn’t before long that it did. It was a late night, after a long day.  Matt was going to hit a quick shower before finally going to bed.  He walked into the showers, threw his briefs up on the rack and started the water.  After a few minutes, he was surprised when someone else walked in…Colby.  Colby came in only wearing his boxers, his belly slowly bouncing with each step toward the showers. “Thought I’d join you for a quick shower,” he said as he took his boxers off and put them up on the rack on top of Matt’s underwear even though there’s a separate rack for his side of the shower.  As he started the water under his shower head and stepped in he gave Matt’s naked bubble butt a good slap and laughed.  When Matt turned around to return the favor, all he saw was Colby looking straight as his crotch. After a pause, Colby managed, “It’s as big as I remember…” Matt’s stomach sunk, he knew he was deep trouble now, but it was quite the opposite.  Colby reached forward and grabbed the limp dick in his hands, feeling it grow.  Before Matt could react, Colby was on his knees, taking Matt’s dick in his mouth.  Water splashed against Matt’s back and down through his ass cheeks and onto his balls which Colby was fondling and cupping, sometimes he stopped sucking altogether to try and fit Matt’s balls into his mouth, although he got close, he couldn’t get them all the way in.  Matt’s mind was racing, but he knew one thing, as his dick got serviced, he wanted his hands on that chubby body. He nudged Colby up to his feet and looked down into his eyes and whispered over the buzz of the shower, “God…you’ve gained so much.” At first Colby looked a little embarrassed, but that changed as soon as Matt lowered himself to his knees, face to face with the belly that had been taunting him these past few days.  He pressed his face up against the warm round flesh.  It was softer than he had imagined.  He pushed his nose down into Colby’s belly button and felt the fat encase his face.  He stuck his tongue deep into his belly button and wiggled it all around as he heard Colby let out a very audible moan, even over the sound of the water running.  Matt put both of his hand on each side of his belly, feeling his love handles and he pushed the belly fat together to make the fat bulge out into his face.  Matt couldn’t believe it; he finally had this belly all to himself.  He moved his hands around to Colby’s plump ass and began to feel the fat and feel their heaviness as he slowly moved his tongue from the deeper belly button down over the pouch of fat towards the base of Colby’s dick.  It looked just a little smaller than it normally did, some of it buried in the new layer of fat.  He took the 5 inch dick into his mouth easily, and felt Colby’s hands lay themselves on his head.  He sucked on the dick very powerfully while he felt up Colby’s ass with on hand and moving the other around the finger his bellybutton and play with all the fat Colby carried around his waist.  He occasionally slipped a hand down to his own dick that was almost double the size of Colby’s, to give it a few good pumps before returning to his roommate’s body. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do what he’d never done before.  He quickly stood up and when he did, the head of his dick accidentally found its way into Colby’s bellybutton.  Matt pumped it once to feel the fat encase the head of his cock and then he put his hands on Colby’s shoulders and turned him around.  Colby put one hand up against the shower wall, knowing what was about to come. Matt put his hands on the boy’s plump cheeks and spread them wide and let them slap together.  As he watched them jiggle a little bit, he guided his dick towards his roommate’s virgin asshole.  When his head met the tight ass, he pushed slowly in and as soon as the tip entered, Colby winced and let out a whimper. In between Colby’s gasps for air he managed to shout to Matt, “Please…go…easy…on…me…” Matt basically ignored Colby’s pleads and pushed the head of his cock in and Colby let out a huge moan that echoed through the bathroom.  As Matt continued to push himself deeper, he pressed himself up against Colby’s back. Colby’s fat molded into Matt’s abs as the base of Matt’s dick pressed into Colby’s chubby ass.  With each thrust in and out, Colby would let out a moan or whimper, and as Matt continued to pummel his roommate with his dick he reached around with on hand and felt Colby’s belly shaking up and down and felt Colby’s softened pecs with the other hand.  Some force completely overcame Matt as he started to mutter things like “You like this, huh? Answer me, fatboy.”  “You like this fat on you, huh? You like it??”  “You’re such a pig. I can’t believe you’ve gained this much.” under his breath as he started to fuck Colby harder and harder.  Suddenly, Colby’s ass clinched Matt’s dick with such force that when Matt rammed in he was forced over the edge and started to rocket streams of cum deep in Colby’s ass.  When Colby felt the warm liquid fill him up, his cocked bounced up and down a few times and then shot a much smaller load onto the wall that was quickly washed away by the shower.  Matt felt like he’d never stop cumming, his orgasm was lasting much longer than he ever imagined.  When he pulled out of the grasp of Colby’s ass with a loud pop sound, he shot 2 or 3 more loads onto Colby’s ass and legs. After taking a few minutes to shower off and catch their breath, they both dried off and put their underwear back on and went back into the dorm room across the hall.  Colby went straight to his bed and laid down.  Matt went to his desk and sat down.  He, yet again, couldn’t believe what had just happened to him as they both sat there in silence. He was completely lost in a daze until he heard Colby. “Fuck, holy fuck!” Colby sat up fast and stood up in the middle of the room. “I feel really fucking weird right now…it’s all over me.” Matt didn’t know what to think.  He just stood up and looked at his panicking roommate…but then he noticed a change.  Colby’s belly seemed to be bulging out a little more than it was an hour ago.  Not only that, but his thighs seemed to be thickening, his arms too, his pecs began to grow more like tits.  His face started to fill out more, softening his features, on the verge of having a double chin.  His slightly chubbier fingers started to explore his body as it expanded. He lifted up his belly and let it go, watching it jiggle and watching it make his love handles and tits jiggle with it.  Then he was suddenly distracted by a slight ripping sound.  Then it was louder, then a sudden rip let him know that his boxers had finally given way to his fattening ever-widening ass.  When his boxers landed on the floor, Matt was able to see that his dick looked smaller yet, getting further buried in fat. Colby was surprisingly hard and it looked about only 4 inches.  That thought sent Matt’s mind racing knowing that his own dick was now more than twice the size of Colby’s.  Matt was practically drooling as he saw his roommate become even fatter than he was before.  Colby felt his hips as they were layered with fat, giving him a more pear shape.  Then he looked up at Matt and almost pleadingly asked, “What the hell is happening to me?” Without putting anything else on, he waddled fully exposed to the bathroom to see what the scale had to say.  As he walked out, Matt worshipped the sight of his friend’s fat ass jiggle.  Then again he heard a “Fuck!” from the bathroom and Colby made his way back in the room. “I’m fucking 198 lbs! 32 pounds heavier than I was an hour ago!” When he made this statement he grabbed his belly and gave it a big shake. “How did this happen?” he went on. Colby and Matt sat on Colby’s bed and discussed what just happened to him as the night went on.  Surprisingly, Colby wasn’t as freaked out as Matt thought he should be, and the whole time they talked about it.   Colby’s little dick was rock solid the whole time, as was Matt’s.  Colby decided that this was some freak accident, some strange anomaly and vowed to work off all the weight at the gym.  Matt supported him, but wished it would keep happening to him, but just then, Colby seemed to realize something. “You…it’s you, you did this to me!” He stood up from the bed, his whole naked body still shaking. “Me? How did I make you fat?” “I don’t know, but every time we fuck around, I get fatter.” “That’s ridiculous…” “Seems pretty real to me,” he slapped his belly as he ended the phrase, “it’s gotta be your cum, dude. Nothing’s happening to you, so it’s something you’re doing to me…” Without wasting any time, the chubby boy got on his knees and pulled Matt’s already hard cock out of his briefs and started sucking. “Fuck…” Matt whispered, “wait…wait a minute…” he pushed Colby’s head away from his dick. “I just cam a gallon in you…what if we wait until morning…give me time to recharge, it’ll be Saturday.  We’ll have all day,” Matt pleaded with Colby. “Yeah…you’re right, you probably don’t have much left now anyway,” he said as he gave the cock a final lick and then stuff it back in Matt’s briefs. “Alright, let’s just go to bed and see what happens in the morning,” Matt said as he got up.  He gave Colby’s belly and good rub and pat and whispered, “Goodnight, chubs,” before climbing up into his loft bed.   Colby just fell onto the bed still naked and immediately fell asleep, tired from the fucking and the fattening. Colby was awakened by Matt standing naked above him patting his big warm belly. “Rise and shine, pig.  Ready to get fatter?” Without waiting for a reply, Matt jumped up onto the bed, his obscenely large and hard dick flopping around, and straddled Colby’s chest.   Matt’s hard ass sat on Colby’s fat belly and his dick rested between his soft tits.  He pushed Colby’s tits over his dick and started to slide back and forth.  The tip of his dick poking Colby in his soft chin leaving a wet spot of precum on him.  Colby lay there and watched as this athletic man abused his body.  Colby started getting hornier and hornier as he watched Matt’s muscles flex with each thrust.  He was interrupted when Matt slid forward more and shoved his cock deep in his throat.  Colby was really starting to love the sweet taste of Matt’s thick precum and just when he thought he was about to get a mouthful of creamy cum, Matt pulled out. “Wait,” Colby begged, “I though I was going to suck you off.” “I really want that ass again, especially now that it’s even fatter,” Matt said as he lifted up Colby’s thick legs over his muscular shoulders and began guiding his dick towards Colby’s newly loosened up asshole. Colby couldn’t believe how much Matt was getting off on his weight gain, but he didn’t have long to think about it as he felt Matt’s mammoth manhood enter him again. “Fuck Matt…why did you have to be so big??” Colby whimpered and whined as Matt drove himself deeper in. Matt laughed a little and started to move in and out of his roommates ass, moaning in pleasure.  He reached down and started to fondle Colby’s newly grown fat belly and tits. He felt Colby’s fat between his fingers, felt his sagging tits full of fat.  He couldn’t get over how much his roommate had gained, how much of a fat pig his roommate looked like.  Colby suddenly started to feel worried.  What if he did get even fatter? He already looked like he’d never worked hard a day in his life.  What would he tell people? What would he wear? Would he be able to lose it all? This would be the final test.  Matt then leaned over Colby, his hard arms flexing at Colby’s side, and started to suck on Colby’s fat tits.  Colby put his hands on Matt’s head as he sucked sending Colby over the edge.  His 4 incher shot a stream of cum onto both Matt’s strong abs, and his own fat gut, but just because he was done, didn’t mean that Matt was.  Matt kept sucking and fondling Colby’s fat while he slowly fucked him for another ten minutes.  With all the stimulation to Colby’s body, he helplessly cam again, only this time only a tiny pitiful amount of cum came out of his dick.  Then Colby felt it.  He felt his ass become completely filled with cum, and Matt’s groans confirmed it, but he didn’t remove his mouth from Colby’s tit nor did he remove his cock. Then it happened. Colby felt the same strange sensation from before.   “Fuck…Matt…I’m going to get fatter…” Colby whispered over Matt’s heavy breathing. Matt sat up and removed his dick from Colby and watched as his roommate lay there on the bed holding his belly.  He could literally see Colby’s belly start to bulge out more.  His tits swelled much larger than before.  Matt thought that he might be in need of a bra now with tits that big.  His arms thickened, but not near as much as his hips and thighs did.  They seemed to widen before Matt’s eyes.  His belly and thighs had become so chubby that they almost concealed his roommate’s dick completely.  Matt guessed it to be only 2 inches now.  Then he looked up his friend’s much thicker body to his face that had filled out considerably.  He was definitely sporting a double chin now. “Shit, I didn’t think I’d get this fat!” Colby stated in shock. Matt helped him to sit up, his belly completely obscuring his own view of his feet and cock.  He stood up from the bed and headed into the bathroom to the scale, not caring if anyone else saw him. On his way out, Matt was able to see the incredibly wide bulky ass that was leaving and he felt a sudden twitch in his cock.  When Colby returned, he simply grabbed his tits and gave them a good squeeze and said “This is what 253 pounds looks like…that’s more than a hundred pounds from when I got here…I’ll never be able to lose this weight…” “I’m so sorry,” Matt pleaded, “I had no idea this would happen.” “It’s not your fault, but what am I going to wear? I need bigger clothes.  What am I going to tell people?” “I think I have a big sweatshirt and sweatpants that you may be able to squeeze into for the meantime…I’ll run to the store a buy a lot of oversize clothes that you can hide in…maybe people won’t notice too much.” “Won’t notice!? I think a hundred pounds is easily noticeable…but I’ll worry about that when it comes.” That day Matt stocked up on bigger clothes for Colby and not too many people commented on his gain.  Colby avoided classes that he didn’t have to go to and remained in the dorm room for a majority of the time; however, his plans had backfired because after a month he had gained five pounds from the lack of activity.  It could have been much worse if Matt had fucked him again, but they put an end to that to avoid any more unwanted fattening, but what was worse is that Colby was actually starting to enjoy the fat, lazy lifestyle that, by the looks of his body, he’d had his whole life.  He actually found it arousing that he was winded and out of breath from having to walk across campus to get to class.  He also started to try on old clothes to see just how fat he had become.  He’d put on old briefs that would only come up to his round thighs, or shirts that would only be able to cover his breasts before ripping down the seams.  He would also pause to lift up his belly and feel his significantly diminished dick that was barely visible soft and only 2 inches hard.  He loved the thought that a hot man with a 9 inch meat had done this to him, and soon thoughts of getting fatter entered his mind.

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So there Matt sat at his desk in the dark dorm room.  It had been awhile since he’d initially fattened up his roommate by accident.  Colby was completely lethargic now.  He was afraid to leave because of everyone he knew.  There was no way to explain his weight gain and he wasn’t about to tell everyone he knew that he was a slut for his roommate.  He’d watch his tall handsome roommate out of the corner of his eye get dressed in the morning. He’d watch his muscles flex as he put on a clean shirt or pulled up some briefs over his sculpted ass and tuck his flaccid manhood into the pouch.  That’s when Colby would reach down under his belly and fondle his own diminished manhood that was more like a child’s dick now.  He was becoming completely obsessed with Matt, and he decided that he had to satisfy his cravings. Unknown to Colby, Matt felt the same way.  For some reason, Colby’s expanding waistline had really gotten to Matt.  Being forbidden to fuck him again, Matt’s desire for his chubby roommate skyrocketed.  Matt was normally a calm young adult, but more and more he found himself uncontrollably horny.  When he woke up in the mornings, his morning wood would normally subside within a few minutes, but not anymore.  He found out very quickly that he was distracted by thoughts all day unless he relieved himself early on.  He would sit in class thinking about how his roommate waddled across the room now.  He’d think about how his own cum had completely ruined his roommate’s body.  Then the next thing he knew, he was stuck in class with 9 hard inches in his pants. So he started the habit of waking up a little earlier to take an early shower to take care of himself to avoid his roommate and the morning rush to the showers.  That worked for a little while, but soon her was becoming overwhelmingly horny during the day, and by the time he got back to his dorm it was like he could feel the cum building up in his balls begging for release.  As soon as Colby would go to bed, Matt would lower his briefs and pull out his already semi-hard dick and get to work.  He’d look over his loft down to his shirtless roommate taking in his big belly and plump tits that, not long ago, were almost pecs.  He’d lean back on his pillow and close his eyes remembering when he’d witnessed Colby’s growing.  Colby’s whole body widening and rounding out.  If that’s what his cum could do to his roommate, what would it do to other guys? What would happen if he swallowed his own cum? Before he knew it, his cock swelled in his hands and spewed all over his chest, arms, and face.  His load was unbelievably large; however, he didn’t have time to think about it because he quickly fell asleep exhausted, not even bothering to put himself back in his briefs. Colby’s lust for Matt had continued to grow. He wanted Matt so bad again, he wanted to feel his tight body pressed into his and he had decided to make his lust known once and for all. It was a late Wednesday night for both Matt and Colby.  Matt had been finishing up some homework at his desk while Colby had been eating double fudge brownies and watching late night television.  Colby’s lifestyle had completely changed.  While he had once been somewhat outgoing, he was now completely sedentary and his appetite had grown significantly.  He spent hours in the dining halls eating everything he could fit on his plate, and he’d load up on candy from the vending machines to eat in his dorm.  His new change of lifestyle had made it easy for his weight to climb up to 283 pounds of pure fat.  He’d gotten Matt to buy him new clothes when needed, and he was just about to outgrow the sweat suit he’d been wearing that Matt had gotten him when he weighed about 250 pounds.  Matt finished his work and got ready for bed.  After he brushed his teeth and so on, he undressed to his briefs and asked if he could turn the lights off which was perfectly fine by Colby who was just about to head to bed too.  Colby stood up and took his shirt off right in front of Matt.  Then he looked down at his large belly and sagging tits and grabbed a handful of fat and asked Matt, “Dude…am I too fat?” Matt just looked at him and shook his head, “Of course not…you look fine.” “I just feel like a complete slob lately…like, I can’t believe I did this to myself.” Matt knew that Colby had gained a lot of weight on his own recently when he should have been exercising trying to lose the fat, and hearing this overweight boy in front of him saying that he was ashamed of his fat struck a chord in his dick that was starting to chub up in his briefs.   Matt tried to ignore it though, “Don’t worry about it man, you can lose the weight, you just have to put your mind to it…that’s all…” He was starting to become entranced by the belly before him. “I just don’t think I could lose it…even if I tried…” Colby answered, lifting his heft up and letting it fall and jiggle.  He was trying to get Matt interested again, and it was working.  Matt couldn’t handle it anymore; he put his big paws on his roommate’s gut and started to play with the fat.  Then he cupped Colby’s tits in his hands, they were so large and round, more like a woman’s tits than any manboobs he’d seen before.  Matt guided Colby to Colby’s bed and told him to lie down, then Matt climbed on top of him and started to suck on his large tits.  He felt their heft with his hands as he played with his nipples with his tongue.  Colby moaned loudly in the dark, putting his hands on his roommates head.  Matt rose up off the bed and yanked off Colby’s sweat pants and saw his tiny cock poke out of layers of fat.  As it turned out, Colby hadn’t been wearing underwear because he’d outgrown all his boxers and was too embarrassed to ask Matt to buy some bigger ones.   Matt’s dick was already rock hard and begging to be released from its fabric prison.  He walked down the bed towards Colby’s head and freed his cock.  It bounced out, every veiny inch begging for attention.  The head of his cock was face to face with Colby’s mouth, and Colby knew exactly what to do.  Matt began to feed his cock to Colby.  In between breaths and in between sucking, Colby managed to tell Matt, “Don’t…cum…in…me…” then he went right back to work on his roommate’s large dick.  Matt had almost completely forgotten what his cum was capable of until Colby reminded him, but he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, he just reached over and started playing with Colby’s big tits and belly.  Colby reached around his roommate’s waist to bring him close so he could devour more of his cock. He started to play with Matt’s firm bubble butt with his chubby fingers.  It wasn’t long before he started to poke his sausage links at Matt’s extremely tight ass.   Matt was caught off guard by the anal stimulation and immediately his balls drew up, his cock expanded, and without thinking about it, he climaxed and shot his load all over the back of Colby’s throat.  Colby was powerless, it was so deep he couldn’t spit it out, but knowing what was going to come made his tiny cock climax as well.  His cock dribbled out its tiny load and Colby waited as he accepted his defeat. Matt pulled himself out of Colby and managed to spit out an, “I’m sorry,” but it was too late, he could already notice the changes in his roommate’s body.  Colby put his hands on his belly as he felt it grow heavier.  He felt like a pregnant whale, his body starting to balloon.   Matt watched as Colby’s belly lunged forward and covered Colby’s little dick completely.  His thighs grew so thick with fat that it forced them apart more.  His ass and hips widened dramatically becoming soft and curvy, taking on a more womanly appearance.  His face rounded further and formed a solid double chin.  Then his arms were weighted down with more fat, bigger than Matt’s arms, but these arms where the arms of a weakling fatboy.  Finally, his tits rounded out even more, sagging to the sides.  They were the biggest tits Matt had ever seen.  All Colby could do was moan and groan as he got fatter, ballooning upwards of 350 pounds; nearly 200 pounds of flab since he’s arrived at college.  He couldn’t believe what had happened to him, his body.  He laid there on his back, feeling fatter than ever, but strangely hungrier than ever. After that encounter, Colby had been satisfied of his lust for Matt, even though he continued to jerk off his ever-shrinking cock thinking about him.  Matt realized just how hard it was getting around at his new weight.  He got tired very quickly.  He rarely left the dorm room.  He found it hard to fit into the classroom chairs now so he basically quit going, and it was nearly impossible to tie his shoes.  Even with all these hardships, it was still a turn on somehow.  He didn’t worry about it.  He enjoyed the fat like it was a new toy.  Playing with it, rubbing his belly to get himself off.  Christmas break was coming soon and he’d be going home.  He didn’t know how he would explain the weight to his parents and friends, but he didn’t worry about that for now.  Now, he just wanted to enjoy life as a fatass, eating what he wanted, when he wanted.

– Semester had ended and for the next few weeks Matt mostly enjoyed hanging out with his friends and family, as well as his brother, John, who he’d become much closer with.  Matt was also glad that John was an extremely heavy sleeper because, on occasion, Colby would call after John had fallen asleep and Matt could get an update on his fattening friend.  Colby was always sure to mention the amount of fattening foods he’d eaten, as well as the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received from everyone he knew.   While he was certainly embarrassed by his marked weight gain and the never-ending teasing, for some reason, that was what turned him on about the whole situation.  It caused him to eat more than ever and to grow bigger on his own.   These types of calls were agonizing for Matt whose dick could barely handle the overweight information.  While on the phone with Colby, he’d always give a look to his “big” brother to make sure he was asleep before he forced the sheets down and took his manhood out.  Hearing Colby talk about how fat he was becoming, how his body had been ruined by Matt drove Matt over the edge night after night.   It was one week before school started back that everything went a little haywire.  One late night while John was sleeping, Matt was feeling sleepy and just about to turn the light off when he heard his phone vibrating.  It was Colby and he said a muffled hello.  Matt was quick to find out that Colby was gorging on a late night snack of double fudge brownies.  He was eating fast and extremely horny, and this just made Matt hornier but he was so tired he just shoved his briefs down to the floor and flopped on the bed jacking off immediately.  He had completely forgotten about the muscled boy nearby.  He was too busy listening to Colby eat and get fatter to care.  He listened as Colby stuffed his fat face with brownies, and he heard him smack his newly huge belly every now and then.  Matt just kept telling him to eat more, kept telling him about the body he used to have and how fat he’d become.  By the time Colby had finished his late night meal, Matt was on the verge of exploding, his cock pulsating in his paws.  His thighs flexing; his abs flexing harder as he got closer.  Then Colby revealed something to Matt that sent Matt’s body into a raging orgasm. “Man…when we get back to school…I want you to fuck me again…make me even fatter.” “Oh shit,” was all that Matt was able to whisper as cum rocketed out of his lengthy cock.  He let out a soft moan and heard Colby doing the same on the line.  The cum splattered everywhere, all over his chest and legs, even some on his face.  There was cum on the bedsheets too.  He said his goodbyes to Colby for the night and looked at the mess he’d made.  He got up from bed and walked naked around John’s bed to the bathroom, letting his softening cock flop around.  He grabbed the hand towel by the sink they used to dry their hands with and cleaned himself off then walked back into the room to get what he could off his sheets then threw the towel back into the bathroom, pulled his briefs up over his meaty ass tucking his softened cock into the pouch, climbed into bed, and quietly drifted off to sleep.