Belly Rubs, Anyone?

I Can't Get Enough: A Short Muscle Chub Erotica

It was the hottest weekend I'd ever experienced, but I still wanted more. And I knew, so did you. I stuffed you full of fattening food and shakes and fucked you like the good, growing muscle chub you are. So many times. So many, we lost count in the rounds of food and sex. It was like we always talked about—fantasized about—but even better. I couldn't get enough of how thick with muscle, round with chub, and covered in hair you were getting. You couldn't get enough. We couldn't get enough. And now...

I want to see the extra pounds you gain and the pumped up mass of your belly from all the residual stuffings as you saunter into the gym, your shirt riding up your furry gut and your pants button holding on for dear life.

I want to see the faces of people as they realize you're substantially bigger than you were before the weekend.

I want to see your rounded ass swagger into the locker room, the fabric clinging tight to your cheeks and threatening to rip at the seams.

I want to watch every guy in the locker room stare as your gut flops out of your skin tight shirt, your hairy mass on full display.

I want to watch you struggle to get your pants unbuttoned, the realization dawning on you as a whole group of sexy men watch, that not only are you fatter than you expected, but the only way to get them undone is to do what your greedy, muscle chub gut does best: expand.

I want to watch your gut fill the space as you push it out, making a heroic attempt to pop the button right off.

I want to see the looks on the other guys' faces when it happens, their dicks perking up at the notion that this sexy hunk of man is only going to get bigger.

I want to see you wriggle out of your destroyed pants, vowing that you'll sew the button back on with an extra inch to give yourself some time to buy a new pair.

I want to see your dick throbbing in your underwear, leaking precum as you realize you have the attention of every lascivious eye in there—including mine—and know exactly why every other guy is shifting a raging boner in their pants.

I want to grab your dick through your underwear and torture your nipples as we make out in front of them.

I want to hear every gasp and moan as you remember every second of me feeding and fucking you over the weekend, your gut growing larger, your capacity increasing, and your skin feeling tighter over the mass of fat accumulating in front of you.

I want them to know every kinky thing I did to you and how much you liked it, just by watching us in this moment.

I want them to see how much you want to be as huge and heavy as me, because none of them are nearly as fat and heavy and committed to your growth as I am.

I want you to cum buckets as you realize that you'll never be this small again, that every day is a journey of expansion, watching your hairy gut get rounder, heavier, and more solid.

I want to see the surprise on your face as I put a funnel in your mouth and force you to chug gainer shake right then and there, with the other hot beefy men contributing plenty of mass gainer and protein shakes to your expanding waistline.

I want to see you laying down like a beached whale when it's all over, your cock stiff and waiting to be worked again, and knowing that this kind of feeding gets you off like nothing else—you'll crave it and stuff yourself again once you're home, finding that a stuffed gut and the knowledge that you're expanding rapidly makes you cum without even touching yourself.

And just when you think you're full, I'll give a good gut massage in bed and wait until the pressure subsides... And then feed you until you cum again. Only once you've been a good muscle chub and finished all your calories will I give you a hot fuck and lay my fattening seed inside you. You'll leak like an overstuffed cream donut when I'm done, and you'll realize that you could go for a quick dozen of those. Maybe even two.

The weekend of sex and fattening might have seemed to end too quickly, but growth is something you'll never struggle with again. In fact, you might wonder if you'll ever get too fat, but you'll shake off that notion as you line up for a buffet... since there's no other place in the world that can handle your appetite or your growth quite the same way. Getting hard at the table will be a regular thing for you, but I doubt you'll mind.