Flazéda

Andrew was 36, exuded the calculated self-confidence of a marketing manager for a major cereal manufacturer, and eyed Tom’s broad shoulders with unmistakable fascination. They struck up a conversation and talked for half the evening. After leaving the bar, they went to a burger joint around the corner, exchanged numbers, and made plans to see each other again the very next day. The two went out several times over the following weeks, and the chemistry was perfect. On their fourth date, Andrew laid his cards on the table and told Tom that he thought he was incredibly great, but that he had something to confess: “I’m into guys who are a little more stocky, Tom. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’d look incredibly hot with a little more muscle and a bit of a belly. I know this is unconventional, but if you’d give this a chance—I’d love to have you in my life. What do you say?” Tom was taken aback for a brief moment. He wasn’t a fitness model himself and had definitely put on a few pounds over the past few years, but something about what Andrew had said intrigued him. Andrew continued, “I think your stocky build is beautiful. If we do this together, you’ll come work out with me twice a week. Then it’ll mostly be muscle with a little belly anyway. Kind of like me, just maybe a little softer in the end.” Tom laughed and thought it over. He’d been meaning to start working out a little himself for a long time but had never actually followed through on those plans - too little motivation, to be honest. But Andrew’s offer to work out together, to grow together sounded like a wonderful idea to Tom  and he certainly wouldn’t get a belly anyway; gaining weight was incredibly hard for him. The 3–4 kilos he weighed more now than he did back in school had only piled on since his breakup with his ex so what did he really have to lose? Tom agreed; he was absolutely convinced that his body just wouldn’t cooperate anyway, and said to Andrew, “You’re welcome to try, Andrew, but I’ve never really been able to gain weight in my whole life. My metabolism is just too fast!” And while Tom thought to himself that he could give this “gaining”—as Andrew called it—a try just for fun, he had no idea that Andrew actually had years of experience in the scene. The following Monday, Andrew strategically revamped Tom’s diet and introduced him to the world of supplements, protein shakes, weight training, and maltodextrin. “It’s flavorless, Tom,” he explained as he stirred spoonfuls of the fine white powder into Tom’s prepared protein shake. “No sweetness, no quick feeling of fullness. Just pure, invisible energy that gives you an extra boost during your workouts.” Tom took it all in and did exactly what Andrew told him to do. They went to the gym; Andrew cooked for Tom every evening and packed his breakfast. At lunchtime, they usually met downtown to grab a bite at a restaurant or fast-food joint. Andrew regularly recommended that Tom order something different from what he wanted, “because it’s better for building muscle and gaining mass.” 

Over the next 6 weeks, this routine continued, and Tom’s body reacted like a dry sponge to the thousands of extra calories Andrew was feeding him every day. He didn’t really notice it much during the first few weeks, but after about 3 weeks, his clothes fit differently, he had much more strength during workouts, and Andrew praised him for his effort. But all those extra calories caused the scale to hit a new milestone: he’d gained 10 kilos, and Tom now weighed 95 kilos. He looked at himself in the mirror, flexed his muscles, and examined his body. Andrew had been right—muscular with a soft belly, yes, a soft little belly—not much, but definitely more than just a few months ago. Tom felt fuller, heavier, and damn good. When Andrew looked at him, he grinned at Andrew and said, “You know what? This is actually pretty fun. I love how I feel right now. Do you think we can keep going a little longer? I mean, what’s 10 kilos, anyway?” Andrew grinned back, the trap snapped shut, and he said, “Of course, Tom. Whatever you like—I think this look suits you perfectly, and a few more kilos will only make you even stronger.” Then he placed his hand on Tom’s stomach, pinched the growing layer of fat, and began kissing him. He touched Tom’s body in a way no man had ever done before. Andrew sensually grasped and kneaded Tom’s curves and his slightly soft chest. The two men stood there naked, their cocks erect, precum dripping, and Andrew went over to give Tom a blowjob right in front of the mirror.

Act 2: The Pleasure of Stretching and the Boundless Gym

Another two months passed, inn which the scale officially past the three-digit mark of 100 kilos. The experiment had turned into a deep, passionate obsession. Tom just found it incredibly hot how his body was bursting out of its old shape. At home, he no longer wore a T-shirt so he could admire himself in the mirror at any time and enjoy Andrew’s glances.

After a total of four months, Tom reached the 105-kilo mark twenty Kilos gained since meeting Andrew. From that point on, gaining weight became an all-consuming, passionate obsession for him. Andrew began, from that point on, to meticulously and dynamically adjust Tom’s calorie intake to his increasing weight in order to nip any plateau in the bud. But at the same time, Andrew’s next, unyielding rule kicked in: the adjustment phases began. Tom desperately wanted to keep eating and gaining weight for Andrew’s sake, but Andrew put the brakes on: “You have to maintain this weight for 14 days first before you’re allowed to gain any more. Your body needs this break.” Tom complied reluctantly at first, but the next 14 days turned out to be infinitely more erotic than he had ever dreamed. Since eating took a brief back seat, Andrew’s entire attention focused on Tom’s new body. He caressed Tom’s growing curves, stroking for hours the fresh, light-red stretch marks on his love handles and around his belly button—which had suddenly appeared like little trophies over the past few weeks—and celebrated every new pound. Tom enjoyed how Andrew would instantly get hard every time he touched Tom’s plump belly. This constant sexual tension spurred Tom on to keep going nonstop during the subsequent push phases, to snack more at his desk, and to urge Andrew to want the shakes even more often. 

At the same time, thanks to Andrew’s tireless efforts, exercise gradually became an integral part of Tom’s lifestyle. Twice a week, he lifted heavy weights at the gym under Andrew’s supervision. Through squats and deadlifts, he developed monstrous strength beneath his growing layer of fat. He loved the horrified looks on the faces of the other gym-goers when he—the massive, ever-fatter, sweating colossus—would sit down on the bench right after the toughest set of exercises, have Andrew shove a shake into his hand, and then wolf down several sticky donuts. The combination of brutal training and immediate weight gain made him a spectacle at the gym, causing many muscle-bound men to look on in bewilderment and shake their heads.

After a total of seven months of this lifestyle and the cycle of greasy food, shakes, sweets, and fast food, Tom had by then reached a weight of 125 kilos and was currently in another one of his 14-day maintenance phases when two of his best friends came to visit him from home for the weekend to celebrate his 29th birthday. The two hadn’t seen Tom in almost a year. Lennard, the taller of the two friends, had gained at least 20 kilos in his own relationship and weighed around 100 kilos at 190 cm; his other friend, Max, weighed an unremarkable 80 kilos at 180 cm.

None of them said a word as Tom opened the door and invited them into his apartment; the shock was written all over their faces—how could their best friend have changed so much in seven months? Together, they spent a relaxing day in the city, and Tom showed them the best spots, his favorite café, and the best places for pastries, sweets, fries, and burgers. In the evening, they all went out to eat together at a large, hearty restaurant, where they were also set to meet Andrew—who was now Tom’s official boyfriend. The guys hit it off right away. Andrew used his charming, engaging manner and, without anyone noticing, managed to unconsciously get all the guys at the table to eat far more than they ever would have thought possible. It just happened, and Andrew smiled, kept the conversation going, and simply kept ordering new, gigantic platters and sides in the background. Tom, who by now was used to evenings with Andrew going this way, and his friends eventually sat at the table completely stuffed, with their pants unbuttoned. They just thought it was absolutely crazy how Tom, who had never been able to gain weight before, had suddenly become so heavy, massive, and hungry.

After just under a year of fattening, Tom finally surpassed the 50-kilo weight gain mark and tipped the scales at an impressive 135 kilos. The funnel feedings of melted ice cream, cream, and peanut butter—which Andrew had given Tom as a birthday gift and which, after the weekend with Max and Lennard, he carried out at least after every workout at the gym—were now a regular part of Tom’s week. The sheer volume of food and the mechanical stretching of his stomach now aroused Tom so intensely that he got a hard-on every single time he ate. As Tom sat panting with an erection in front of his enormous plate, Andrew approached him. In a deep, controlled voice, he enforced the ironclad rule: “If you want me to satisfy you, you have to finish your meal first, piggy.” Tom’s heart pounded with lust. He literally stuffed down the remaining calories to finally get his release. This quickly became the new erotic norm in the house: Andrew cooked massive mountains of food, Tom ate and got hard instantly. Andrew, in turn, got rock-hard just from the sight of Tom’s seemingly endless appetite and his growing belly. As soon as the plate was completely empty, Andrew knelt before him, devotedly satisfied Tom orally, and then fucked him intensely on the kitchen table.

Act 3: The Addiction to Total Expansion

Another eight months passed, and when they reached the 150-kilo mark, the two had to buy their first heavy-duty sofa, since their old furniture was groaning loudly under Tom’s massive weight. Tom became increasingly addicted to the heavy shakes and the fast, hazy high that came from eating massive amounts of food and the feeling of being fattened up. Andrew loved this absolute devotion. One evening, as Tom lay bloated and sluggish on the new sofa, Andrew stroked his enormous belly and asked him if he had any other fantasies. Tom looked at him with heavy eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, “Yeah… I’d love to have a threesome with you and another feeder.”

Tom fell silent briefly after speaking those words. It was the very first time he’d ever called Andrew that out loud. Andrew paused, a mischievous, triumphant smile spreading across his lips. He whispered back, “Oh, really… so I’m your feeder? I see you’ve finally figured out what we’re actually doing here, piggy.”

After a total of two years of gaining—Tom now weighed 165 kilos, his fantasy of a threesome finally became reality. Jonathan, an older, very experienced gainer and a good, longtime friend of Andrew’s, from whom Andrew himself had learned to be a dominant feeder, stopped by regularly. The three of them spent an intense, sweat-drenched summer together.  Jonathan urged Andrew to push Tom’s limits even further, and celebrated every new centimeter of fat on Tom’s hips. Under the double pressure of the feeders and the constant stuffing sessions, Tom gained weight even faster. Within six more months, his weight shot unstoppably up to 190 kilos—a number he could never have imagined. He looked in the mirror and saw a mountain of a man standing before him. His neck was buried under a layer of fat; his shoulders were so broad that his old self could have fit behind him twice. His massive, strong, and muscular arms jutted out from his body because his torso was simply too fat. His moobs stretched all the way to his back fat, and his stomach—which had once been flat, then slightly protruding with a few faint stripes—had now become a huge mass covered with angry red stretch marks and faded, delicate white stripes. Tom hadn’t been able to see his cock or his feet without looking in the mirror for a long time, and his manhood had gradually been swallowed up by an ever-growing fat pad, so that now only a few centimeters remained of his once-impressive 17-centimeters.

His legs had grown into tree trunks—strong and covered in rolls of fat—that had turned his once-elegant stride into a sort of waddle. He loved his new self. Every curve, every roll was a tribute to the eroticism in his life, and he was proud of the man he had become.

Over the course of the third and fourth year, the dynamic settled into a new, sluggish phase. Tom had found a new job and from then on worked exclusively from home. This suited his laziness, but it also meant that, aside from his weekly trip to the gym, he hardly moved at all. Andrew, however, made it unmistakably clear that he wanted Tom to keep gaining weight—the goal was total mass. But Tom’s body began to rebel. He had trouble breathing, and he felt increasingly uncomfortable in his own skin and under the constant pressure to get even fatter. When they finally reached the brutal 210-kilo mark at the end of the fifth year and the mandatory 14-day break was due, Tom made a final decision. He could no longer withstand the mental and physical pressure. Before the two-week maintenance phase was even over, he packed his things, broke up with Andrew, and moved back into his old apartment, which he had bought shortly before meeting Andrew. He was determined to save his life and turn it upside down.

Act 4: The Iron-Fisted Cutback and the Empty Shell

Breaking free from years of overeating was a radical, painful rupture. Alone in a new apartment, Tom stopped using the funnel completely overnight. He reduced his daily calorie intake from his usual 4,500 calories to a strict, protein-rich deficit of 3,500 calories per day.

The first three months of the diet were psychological hell. His dopamine reward system rebelled violently. Tom suffered from cold sweats, uncontrollable tremors, extreme irritability, and brutal cravings. His stomach, which had stretched to a monumental volume of five liters, constantly sent painful hunger signals to his brain because it remained mechanically almost empty, and even though he occasionally gave in and stuffed himself with greasy doughnuts or french fries until he felt satisfied, he stuck to his diet with iron will, because Tom demonstrated the same discipline he’d learned at the gym. He began to prioritize lean protein and huge amounts of vegetables. Broccoli, cauliflower, zucchini, and low-fat quark now filled his gigantic stomach purely mechanically, without adding to his calorie count. Since walking on land at over 200 kilos was ruining his ankles, he replaced it with intense swimming. Three to four times a week, he swam laps in the pool for one to two hours.

After twelve months of a strict diet, his metabolism was running like a blowtorch thanks to his massive muscle mass. The fat melted away relentlessly; he now weighed 160 kilos, but his difficulties breathing had completely disappeared.

After a total of just under three years of hard, relentless work, the scale finally read 100 kilograms. He had lost over 110 kilograms of pure fat. What remained, however, was the unforgiving physical reality of this extreme transformation: his skin had been stretched so radically that a massive, empty flap of skin had formed. In a major skin-tightening procedure, the loose flaps of skin were surgically removed and the tissue was tightly sutured. When Tom finally stood in front of the mirror, fully healed, he no longer looked like the slender boy he once was. Hidden beneath the tightened skin was the physique of a massive, extremely strong heavyweight powerlifter. He was healthy, fully mobile, and fit.