Sub Pig😈

it really is way more fun having a belly

Tyler close the door and throw himself to the sofa, exhausted after a day of work thanking it was finally over. He worked at a pretty good company, but being the only gay guy in his department and having to deal with homophobes and sexist co-workers was sometimes too much for him, so he thought about watching a movie or a tv show maybe to relax and sleep.

He started to look up in his VHS Cassettes' box and soon noticed that strangely, a new one was there, it didn't got any cover or stuff, and just had written "Its good to be a man" as the only title on it, he found it weird, but then supposed perhaps that his dumb jock of a roommie got it and put it with his stuff "I've told him not to touch my things like a million times, when is that brute gotta learn"

He had to admit the curiousity was hitting him, it was probably a home made video recorded by Connor and his gross buddies, but boy... after all, he was gay, and all of Connor's friends were toned ripped jocks from the gym (with a brain of a peanut size, but hot after all)

Thinking "maybe its just their excersizes routines... guess it wouldn't hurt to see" feeling a bit of a lust mood running in his body "ok, just a couple minutes...but i swear, if its just them having a belch off, im burning this" he said.

Putting the tape in the tv player, he clicked to put the video, and all of a sudden, the typical static sound shows, then a simple white screen, making Tyler raise an eyebrow, before what seemed to be a variety show intro plays, a smiling man in a suit which he supposed was the host, along a bunch athletic shirtless men with dumb expressions who followed next to him appeared in screen.

"Good to see ya again my brothers!" The host announces "this is your program where you learn how to be real MEN", as if it was a cue, the stud-bodied-like guys all grunted and beated their chests, like they were gorillas making a chanting "Uh!, Uh!, Uh!" and flexed their arms, making the audience laugh loudly, with those cocky grins Tyler knew so well, he rolled his eyes.

Making the host laugh aswell, he patted one of them in the back "That's what i talk about" he joked "Alright folks, tonight we'll indulge into an intense session of what it means to be a man, these guys here will serve as examples in showing you all stuff boys MUST do to become the alpha macho men they truly are" he adds, then, smirking, he takes a small device from his suit pocket.

"This little thing here made sure to leave them empty headed and obey any manly command given to them, just as it'll make sure to do the same for you, ma boy" he suddenly announces.

"...The hell?" Tyler said, arching his look again as he watched them "is this some bullshit hypnosis crap or?..." he asked

"That's right, dudes! Lets begin" the host shouted. "It's time to show off around what you're made of! We'll do something primal, no pun intented" he joked "We'll now do the first category: BURPING!, so, let's hear those nice bassy burps!" he says, turning to the group of jocks, as he pressed a button of that device.

Immediatly, they started to release loud and deep monsters of burps, at unison, as if they were in trance, still with those dumb expressions, and Tyler could swear he saw how one of them got his eyes crossed with a complete fool face.

Even worse, Tyler felt a strange urge to burp himself too. He tried to resist, but the feeling was overwhelming, he rubbed his gut hoping to calm it down, but he just letted out a loud, embarrassing belch, blushing immediatly

"Wha-BOOOOUUURRP?- Is happening?!" he said between belches, a little ashamed.

"Excellent!" the host cheered. "This is what i call a manly symphony!, but we also know there is another way to do that, right?" He asks the public with a mischevous grin "FARTING is a big part in the bonding among men, so, we just have to, let it rip right?" He asked again, as he pressed that little button.

Some of the guys turned around to show their butts, other simply proceed to lift their legs, but they all did the same, at the command of "letting rip" they instantly started a worthy orchestra of simultaneous farts, each sounding grosser and deepest than the last one

Tyler was grossed out and sick, he wanted it to stop, but as he bend over a bit over to approach the tv, his butt felt the need to drop a massive, and nasty monster of a deep fart, the loudest he've ever letted out, he could feel his butt vibrating at that one, sitting normally again, horrified and trying to cover his butt with his hands.

"This-BOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP!" He belched "Is a nightmare!..."

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTT!!!

That last fart seemed to do something on Tyler, he kept one second silent before, turning his head to the tv again, now with a dumb and foolish grin adorning his face "hahaha, dudee, i need to quit the bean dip next timee" he said in a lower, more manly voice.

"Whew! Guys! Ok ok its enough! Hahaha" The always happy host said, as he waved his hand to make the smell go away, as the dumb bunch of men kept blasting bombs out of their butts "Geez, dont anybody here think on turning on a lighter" he said bursting in laughing, making Tyler laugh too at the stupid joke.

"But for now, this is all we got for today's emmision, bros, we're glad that you could come with us in this, stinky, foul and manly lessons that every man needs to apply in his everyday, till the next program! Boys? Would you like to wave goodbay?" he asked with a grin.

The camera showed each of them, now it was sure they all had that same cross-eyed look and dumb smiles, like Tyler did, the staff offered a can of a kind of soda to one of them, which he drank in a single gulp, before removing it from his lips "GOOOD BYEEEEAAAAUUURRRRRP!" A massive belch came out, as he succesfully burp-talked, gaining again the laughs and applause from all the people in the set.

Meanwhile with Tyler, at the same time he also relaxed his muscles, and lifted a leg as he felt some pressure in his lower abdomen, he knew very well what that meant "Bombs away!" he said proudly, before the smelly, big and long fart made its way out of his crack.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

"Hahah!" he chuckled "i think i just ruined my undies"

Trent (right) and Derek (left) took pride in their status as fitness influencers. The young gay couple happily posting their daily adventures and travels to share with their growing fanbase. And the two certainly made sure to drop just enough thirst traps to get people paying attention. They offered supplements, online training, diet recommendations etc. to their customers. And on Halloween, they offered some strong opinions.

“You may be tempted by all the junk food,” Trent said, while walking with his boyfriend, “But if you want a body like this, you gotta resist.” He flexes his bicep to really drive home the point.

“Healthy habits start young.” Derek continues, “Which is why this year, we’re not handing out junk. We’ll be offering healthy choices.”

The two smiled and Trent gives his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. Night came quick, and the two boyfriends happily handed out their healthy snacks to the hordes of trick-or-treaters. A few gave dirty looks, while others outwardly expressed their dismay at the lack of candy. But Trent and Derek felt good. The night was winding down and the two sat on the couch, watching TV. When the doorbell rang, they grabbed their healthy snacks and got ready to greet another trick-or-treater. But when they opened the door, there was no one there. Just two candy bars on their welcome mat.

“Odd.” Trent comments, “What’s this?”

“Oh it’s been awhile since I’ve had one of these.” Derek smiles, holding up the candy bar, “I used to love these when I was a kid.”

“We should probably just toss it.”

“Aw come on, babe.” Derek says, “We’re good all year.”

And before Trent could get another word in, Derek took a bite. A big smile formed on his face and Trent couldn’t help but laugh. His boyfriend was right- they could afford one treat. The two closed the door and went back to the couch, where Trent opened his candy bar. And when he bit into it, he felt a wave of euphoria wash over him. A smile forming on his handsome face.

“Oh wow, that’s good.” Trent mumbles, looking over at his boyfriend. Derek was licking his fingers, having finished his candy bar.

“I kinda want another.” Derek mumbles.

Trent goes to say something, but he pauses. There’s something off about Derek. Since when did his boyfriend have stubble? And did his face look rounder?

“Hey...”

“Ugh, its so warm in here.” Derek continues, pulling off his shirt.

Trent gasps when he sees his boyfriend’s torso. His chiseled abs were covered in a layer of soft fat. His firm pecs were starting to sag. A waft of pungent BO fills Trent’s nostrils.

“Babe?” Trent asks, eyes still wide.

“What...?” Derek looks down and gasps, “Oh my god!” His hands move to his growing abdomen and he gasps as they fill with his growing gut, “Babe! What’s happening...”  He belches and his gut pushes out even further.

“I don’t...” Trent winces when he feels his stomach grumble, “No... oh god no...” He whispers as he removes his shirt and looks down.

His eyes aren’t met by his usual Greek god physique. Instead, he stares at his expanding abdomen, as layer after layer of flab build upon themselves. He can feel its heaviness and the new weight he carriers. And he groans as his toned arms also fill with fat, eliminating his picturesque, toned biceps and triceps. He feels his flabbier arms and cringes. It took years to build up his physique. How was this happening? But his thoughts are interrupted. He scratches at his face as scraggly stubble starts to grow in. He quickly whips out his phone and points the camera at himself.

“This isn’t possible.” He gasps, taking in his new form.

He hates how unkempt his hair and new beard appear. His double chin an unwanted addition to his once chiseled face. He looks lazier- uncaring even. Years of working on his body apparently undone in an instant. He gasps as he feels Derek grab a fistful of his gut.

“Fuck babe...” Derek moans, “I love this.”

Trent can’t believe his ears. But as he looks into his boyfriend’s eyes, he notices something off. They appear dim. Uncaring. Lazy. The spark in them gone. Derek pushes himself so that he is now straddling his boyfriend. Their guts pressed together, their moobs sagging. He kisses Trent, running a hand along his scratchy beard.

“Babe... Derek...” Trent groans, “This isn’t...”

But he can’t get the words out. He instead grabs the jiggly flesh of Derek’s fat ass. It feels so good and Trent can feel his thoughts slowing. His exercise routines are becoming foggy. His strict diet, macros, and healthy lifestyle all start to become jumbled.

“No... please not my memories...” He begs softly, starting to enjoy the way his gut feels. How pleasant it feels pressed against his boyfriend’s.

But he can’t stop it. Any memory of a gym session or a workout routine are lost to him. His favorite meal prep recipes gone. And not just from his mind. All the things he saved to his phone, all his progress in the gym that he tracked diligently- all of it disappears, as if it was never done. Their pantry empties of any healthy snack, instead filling with salty chips and candy. Protein shakes become soda. Their home becoming messy and filled with unwashed clothes and dirty dishes. A new lifestyle in both mind, body, and environment. Trent is initially horrified as a wave of laziness and hunger fill his emptying mind. But the former athlete can do little as he gradually accepts this new life. His grumbling stomach snaps him back to reality.

“Oh babe.” He moans, planting a sloppy kiss on Derek’s lips, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

And as the two continued to devour any junk food they could get their hands on, it became clear to them that this was just the beginning. They’d continue to get larger and larger. Unable to do anything to stop it, yet enjoying the feeling of their new flabbier bodies. Besides, Halloween was a time for treats. At least now they’d be able to appreciate that.

I wonder how long these will hold for

Indeed still kinda on it cause this is not a new story but a traslation to English of - i Think - my first post, but it fits the holidays, so, enjoy!.

An straight-foward Halloween

Marco and Jalil lived together in their cute and tidy apartment. Every Halloween, they used to make a splash at parties with elaborate costumes. However, this year they had decided on a less produced, but still fun, Halloween costume: the two boyfriends would dress up as straight men.

It was a stupid idea, but everyone loves a good satire.

Jalil had opted for a pair of Bermuda shorts and a national soccer team jersey. Marco, on the other hand, was wearing some baggy sweatpants and a white, sleeveless undershirt that he had also dyed a yellowish-brown in the armpit area to make it look like a sweaty tank top. Everything had been bought at second-hand stores. Including a really weird bazar.

“It looks amazing, 'Bro',” joked Marco, giving his boyfriend a slap on the butt.

Right after that slap, Jalil’s backside released a short but audible fart. The young man immediately blushed as the fart echoed on the living room.

“Haha, someone is getting way too much into character,” his boyfriend quipped.

“Yeah... I don't know what happened, I'm sorry Bro, I mean, honey,” he replied, feeling a little confused.

“Don't worry, honey...” Marco gave his boyfriend a kiss, not knowing it would be their last. He soon wrinkled his nose; a rancid stench was invading his nostrils. It was Jalil's fart.

He didn't want to show it and make his boyfriend uncomfortable, but that gas smelled too awful. It was quite surprising; he had never smelled his boyfriend stink like that. In fact, he thought it was the first time Jalil had ever farted in front of him. To avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable, but escape the stench, Marco walked to the bathroom.

Once there, he inhaled deeply, but another equally rancid smell invaded his nostrils. He started searching for the source and realized it was coming from the fake sweat stains on his tank top. But it was impossible... he had made them with food coloring, water, and vanilla extract...

However, the more he sniffed, the more sure it was there from where the smell was coming from. He couldn't go to the party smelling like that! So, he took off his shirt and decided he would also wear a soccer jersey, like Jalil. Even without a shirt, the stench followed him. He sniffed again and realized the stench was now coming directly from his armpits. He took a direct whiff to his pit, and the odor of an athlete after a game invaded him. Something very strange was happening.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Jalil was constantly scratching his crotch. There was something in those short pants that was causing a persistent itch. And that could only be resolved in one way: Jalil shoved a hand into his underwear and scratched hard. When he finished, letting out a sigh of relief, he felt curious to smell his fingers for some reason... so he did. A scent of old, damp sweat invaded his nostrils.

“Maybe I need a shower... maybe,” he thought and laughed.

Soon, an enormous "PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT" was heard from the bathroom.

Marco was having an uncontrollable amount of gas. Jalil laughed, feeling even a little humiliated; that one had certainly beaten his.

“Nice one, honey... I mean, Bro!” Jalil yelled, correcting himself the opposite way this time.

Soon, Marco opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, and the stench invaded the entire apartment, and that sell the deal, changing them forever. This time neither of them wrinkled their noses. They both inhaled that masculine smell that reminded them so much of a locker room after practice, the smell of the couch when they hung out to play video games—what they considered the smell of manliness. All new memories were implanted by that very scent that was altering everything in them.

Marcos and Jalil were no longer that tidy, cultured gay couple; now they were two dirty, sloppy, brainless, slightly homophobic best friends, two bros who lived together because they were the only ones capable of putting up with each other's stench and mess. The rainbow flag that decorated their room disappeared, the decorative pop artist posters changed to calendars featuring big-breasted women in bikinis, the fridge filled with beer cans, the floor with empty cans and dirty clothes, and that stench spread throughout the house as if it had always been there, because now it had—it had always been there.

Marco made a bow, joking, though he truly was proud of himself, sure that fart had been audible all the way to their queer neighbor's room. He put on his soccer jersey, and they were both ready.

This year, the two friends had decided to wear their soccer uniforms as a costume. It wasn't a very creative costume, but they weren't very creative either, and it's not like their straight friends at the party they were going to would care.

“Ready, bro?”

“Always am bro.”

Marco playfully slapped his best friend on the butt, to which he responded with a loud and smelly fart. But this time there were no kisses or embarrassment, only laughter, like the good straight soccer players they were.

Here’s part three! (The part with the threesome)

TW; intox, dubious consent, “kind of dead dove do not eat” situation on the kinks

Arthur felt odd going on a date in dirty clothes. As a vers he was used to scrubbing every inch of his body because it could go either way. But not for Ed. Not now. He was wearing a stained gamer t-shirt from his old high school clothes that didn’t cover his belly and a pair of shorts that had skid marks and cum stains from being worn for three days with no underwear. He imagined Ed kissing each mark. He walked up to the door and called Ed to get him to the door.

Its open. Burglars are idiots.

Arthur walked in the room to see Ed on the couch in a pair of boxers that simultaneously highlighted his hard dick and his expanded gut. Arthur sat on the couch. Ed reached out and grabbed his thigh.

“No need to be scared.”

“It’s just uhh I feel like an inexperienced teen all over again. I have no idea what we’re even going to do.”

“Well we’re gonna stuff our faces, get super high then fuck each other raw, then catch our breath, then watch TV until you can be bothered to go home.”

“Oh-okay. That’s good. I had an edible on the way.”

Arthur was lying. He’d had three. But Ed was so much sexier than he was prepared for so didn’t want him to know how anxious he still was. He looked at his dick imprint, the crumbs on his chest, the cartoony tattoo on his thigh… In an impulsive moment he put his lips to Ed’s. Ed taste like beer, weed, halitosis and a vague sweet taste.

“You taste good. Like not good but I really liked it.”

“ So did you. Did you eat wings last night?”

“ 24 garlic parm, 24 spicy bbq. My appetite went crazy as soon as I went slob. I gained so much weight. Not that I was fit before.”

“Yeah gym everyday and you were still a little chubby.”

“ The nerd bod kinda maintains itself.”

They laughed and ate and smoked and drank. Arthur got 5 beers deep and crawled into Ed’s lap. Ed smirked.

“Hmmm” Arthur said. Then he started giggling.

“You get really dumb when you smoke.”

Arthur burped in Ed’s face and started humping him. Ed caught on and gripped his hips while burping back. The two men grinded on each other while trading burps for a few minutes then they both orgasmed.

“I’m suprised by how quick that was.”

“Bet you’ve been going solo a lot. That can make it faster.”

Arthur thought back. He had spent a lot of time since being slobbed in bed casually watching porn. He had also taken to going at it in living room whenever what was on TV was hot to him, while Andy did the same. His hands were increasingly down his trousers, as pleasured himself whenever he pleased.

“I-I guess it is a lot.”

“Don’t be ashamed. Being a slob is all about pleasure. You’re finding pleasure in your dick. I find it kinda hot you’re always at it. I wonder how that roommate feels watching you shoot rope constantly.”

Arthur blushed. “He does the same thing”.

They humped each other for two more rounds then Ed put on stoner comedy while they caught their breath.

“*wheeZe* I’m so *wheeze* unfit now! I think *gasp* I might need to start carrying my *wheeze* inhaler again.”

“*gasp* getting fat does that *wheeze* worth it though.”

They watched two movies while sat together, slowly going from catching their breath to simply sitting slack-jawed while the noise and colour happened in front of them. Arthur got a buzzing text that woke them both up from their trance.

“Oh it’s just my roommate asking if I want a ride because he’s in the neighbourhood.”

“That’s …”

“Oh he’s dumpster diving. There’s a thrift shop around the corner that sells secondhand electronics and doesn’t dispose of their spare stock properly. Me and Andy both have tech stores so it saves us money. “

“Oh yeah you own a computer repair place.”

“I actually get more business now I’m slobby. Mostly from fellow nerds who never left their post-college mom’s basement phase.”

“Alright get your ride. I would love to do this *burp* again soon.”

Arthur texted Andy back for a ride and two minutes later Andy’s sprinter van was parked outside. Arthur kissed Ed on the cheek and went to leave.

“Your roommate is hot”

“what?”

“Your roommate is hot. Can I uhh come see your bedroom.”

“Yes you can have sex with my roommate.”

Arthur and Ed got into Andy’s van and they talked about each other and tension filled the air. By the time they got to Arthur and Andy’s apartment they were all looking at each other. They went up to the apartment then immediately to the bedroom. Ed and Andy kissed with tongue while Arthur caressed their stomachs. They wrestled and cuddled for hours, occasionally stopping to catch their breath or pee onto the floor below.

Three months later…

Slob Direction - chapter 2

Synopsis: Louis upholds his end of the bet (past the one month end date) as Zayn and Harry slide further into slobdom.

Synopsis: after an accidental, drunken kiss, Trystan and Jared have to work out what exactly they're relationship is.

(spoiler alert, but the title gives away the answer)

Fun fact; this story was intended to have one part. But a couple people asked for a sequel and now part two is so long I think it’s gonna have to have a part three as well. So I guess tell me if want a part three as well.

TW; intox, body issues

Arthur stretched out his back and cracked open another coke. The bubbles hitting his tongue felt refreshing. He drained the can then threw it in the general direction of the recycling at the entrance of his workshop. As he burped he patted his stomach and something felt different. His hand got there… sooner. He got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Sure enough his body had changed. Where his stomach had been mostly flat before he now had a pronounced belly. His trousers fit on his body without a belt. He looked up and down and turned in the mirror. His face was a little rounder (but still with one chin), his well won arms muscles were now covered by a layer of fat, as he looked at his butt he gasped. It had rounded out and expanded becoming jiggly. His movement pushed a burp out of him. He really did look like a fat slob.

Over the next few hours he tried to limit his snack consumption. He really did. But the idea of restriction only made him hungrier. He’d count down halfway to a predetermined time before he could eat again then say to himself that he was going to have “just one thing” then wait the rest of the time. Just one thing turned into a pile of things. He eventually gave in and ate every snack he had stored in his workshop and store. As the day closed and he locked up he jiggled his stomach and said “I’m trying to make you smaller not bigger!” But the jiggling dislodged a few burps and that made room for him to be hungry again. “ fine belly. One last night of junk food then it’s salads and the gym.”

He took an edible from his pocket then went into a fast food restaurant. It had become his routine. Snack all day. Finish work. Edible. Fast food. Get home. Get comfortable. Get high and drunk. Takeout. Video games. TV. More takeout and weed. Fart himself to sleep. “Jesus Christ. No wonder I’m gaining weight.” He ordered his usual order then added some add ons and extra sides. Then he added an extra drink. “I’m going to be dieting from this point forward. It’s a last hurrah.” He waited for his food then found a seat and started eating. He slurped and crunched and burped. Eating like a pig was certainly fun. He could stay rude and still get healthy. He finished the final burger of his meal then slumped in his chair sipping on a large Coke. He rubbed his belly. He had to have known before now how could he just realise he was gaining weight.

He let himself in and pulled off his clothes. “Hey Andy *bbuuurrrpp* I need to talk to you”.

“Sure bro I just need to keep scratching my balls because theirs an itch *faaarrrtt* that just won’t move.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve umm gotten chubby.”

“Ha! You’re not chubby yet! *bbuuurrpp* you’ve just gained a little weight. “

“Well I don’t want to gain more” Arthur started to scratch his butt while he talked “I’m going back to the gym and *bbuuurrp* I’m going to only eat three meals day and only eat takeout and fast food once a week *ffaaarrrtt* plus I might cut back on the weed and booze to reduce my appetite. I need your su..”

“No! No dude! I will not support you. You’re my perfect slob buddy now. *bbbuuuuurrrrpp*. Getting fat happens. You eat tasty food and laze around? Fat! But life is so much more fun this way!”

“Tonight is my last night eating junk.”

“Then I’m going to make it a night you’ll want to repeat forever.”

Andy seemed to order every takeout imaginable. Pizza, burgers, Chinese. The weed was the strongest strain in he had in his storage. They also drank copious amounts of beer and three bottles of whiskey between them. As Arthur got higher and drunker he got hungrier. He didn’t stop until his stomach was a tight ball. Andy rubbed it while plying him with even more booze. At some point they moved to Arthur’s bed. Arthur couldn’t speak. He just kept belching.The night went on and they both ate even more and then both they fell asleep food-still-in-hand and the other hand down their pants.

Arthur woke up with a terrible headache. In fact his whole body ached. He checked the alarm. He still had time to go for a run before work. He threw on a t-shirt and some shorts then left. His running was pathetic. He was slow and uncoordinated and kept having to stop to pull his shorts back up so his belly didn’t show. On top of that he kept doing sickly sounding burps. As he jogged he passed their local bakery. It smelt amazing. He tried to jog away but his body wouldn’t let him. He caved and bought the smallest healthiest thing on the menu. But that just made him hungrier.

It continued like that for months. Arthur tried a diet, any diet, but his self control would fold quickly. Sometimes it lasted a few hours, sometimes a day, sometimes five minutes. He blew up like a balloon. He went up three sizes in trousers and still ended up unbuttoned under his desk. He got a double chin and rounded squishy cheeks. His butt doubled in size and sagged straining the material of his boxers. His belly has huge. A big rounded orb when he was full. A squishy sack of fat when he was empty. He started getting weaker. His muscles fading from atrophy. As his desperate need to lose weight climbed so did the number on the scale.

On Saturday he was looking in the mirror. He passed chubby and was starting to get fat. He pulled his workout clothes on and noticed that even their stretchy fabric revealed his huge body. He took off his shirt and flopped onto the bed. “Hey Arthur a new video game came out! It’s called “blood murder “ and apparently it’s the goriest game ever!! Arthur…?”

“I look like shit. I know it’s not the most manly to care this much but I’m getting really fat and no matter what I try I can’t stop eating and exercising feels awful. *fart*”

“So just give in. Get fat. Who cares. Eating takeout and being lazy is way more fun than trying to be healthy.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I haven’t had a first date since we became friends *bbbuuuuurrrrpp* instead of roommates. It wasn’t as if it was easy for me to get a partner before *ffaaarrrtt* but now no one wants me.”

“That’s because you’re looking in the wrong places. Slobs have their own version of dating apps it was made a while ago by some graphic design student. And trust me. A slobbified nerd who smokes weed would do very well on that app.”

Andy sent Arthur the link to an app called Couch Buddy. The requirements were different. It asked about favourite TV shows and for a clip of your burps. He indicated his preference as all genders and uploaded some pictures of him in various outfits, including his current outfit. As he uploaded he swiped through. He started getting matches quickly.

I love your deep burps big boy

You look filthy

I bet that fart was really stinky

The last message intrigued him. The attached profile was a man with blonde greasy hair, beautiful green eyes, a sizeable gaming rig in the background of his pictures and a long list of nerdy interests. He blushed. The man was fat and slobby sure but also very attractive.

“It kinda betrayed me. I haven’t checked for skid mark but I definitely feel wet.”

Badge of honour! Speaking of your ass that thing is a work of art.

Eating a whole bird 🫃 so much protein for the gainzzz💪🏼

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