Finnish Gainer

(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.

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This is it, this is your sign. It's time to get fatter- you've got all year. Tighter clothes, new stretch marks, stronger appetites. You're going to get so big this year you even surprise yourself. Every new pound, every new jiggle is a celebration of your hard work. Bigger, softer, heavier... it starts today.

A little disclaimer: This is just a fantasy post made "purely" for entertainment. I do not recommend doing this IRL… or do I? Don't care :D

By "ruined," I mean gaining a ton of weight, losing all your fitness, dropping braincells, and turning your entire life into a nonstop hedonistic binge.

Minimize Movement: Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to. Set up your life so you never leave the bed if possible - switch to online classes, work remotely, or better yet, find a feeder to bring you food and handle all the boring adult stuff. Move your bed right next to the door or bathroom to cut down on those pesky steps. Rule of thumb - fewer steps mean more flab. This'll cause you to lose muscle mass and strength super quick, so you'll get exhausted from the tiniest activity and spend even more time lounging around, packing on the pounds like the lazy sow you aspire to be.

Track Your Calories: Count those calories, but make it brain-dead easy - no thinking required. Download an app that lets you just select your food and it counts everything up. Set your goal to double your current weight in three years - the app will tell you exactly how many calories to shove in daily. Bonus if you've got a feeder doing it for you. If you miss your daily quota? No cumming the next day, or double up on the eats. That'll turn you into a calorie-obsessed piglet who lives for that stuffed feeling.

Always Be Snacking: Keep snacks on you at all times - bags of chips, candy, energy drinks, or shakes. The second you're not eating a main meal, start munching. Aim for a perpetually full stomach. Pro tip for the extreme pervs: Hold off eating until afternoon so your body thinks it's starving and hoards more fat. Or gorge late at night when your metabolism is the slowest.

Guzzle Sugary Drinks: Chug high-calorie liquids nonstop - sodas, milkshakes, energy drinks, whatever packs the most empty calories without effort. Keep a stash by your bed and sip constantly - it'll bloat you up, spike your sugar addiction, and make you even lazier since you don't have to chew. Why bother with solid food when you can slurp your way to obesity?

Eat Unhealthily: Yeah, it's cliché, but feedees should live on fast food - burgers, pizza, fries every damn day. It's insanely addictive - once your body craves that greasy hit nightly, the pounds will pile on like nothing. You're not a health nut - you're a junk-food junkie.

Smoke Weed: Light up that green! If smoking's not your vibe, go for a weed pen or edibles. This stuff makes you dumber, hungrier, and hornier - tailor-made for perverted pigs like you. Don't even get me started on building a dependency - it'll have you munching mindlessly while your brain turns to mush.

Ignore Your Health and Body Signals: Tune out any pain, fatigue, or doctor's warnings - those are just your body whining about the fun we're having. Push past fullness, ignore heartburn. Focus on the instant pleasure of indulgence - long-term consequences? Who cares when you're living the hedonistic dream? Keep going until you're a wheezing, waddling mess - adorable!

Link Sex with Eating: Wire your brain to associate sexual pleasure with stuffing your face. Every feedee I know who gets wet/hard just from food, is enormous - why? Eating turns them on, leading to more edging and more eating in a vicious, delicious cycle. Achieve this by edging or pleasuring yourself every time you eat, and never edge without food nearby. It's a total mindfuck, but perfect for turning you into a food-obsessed fuckpig who can't tell the difference between hunger and horniness.

Build a Food Addiction: Link eating to every emotion - not just sex. Bored? Stuff it down with a burger. Sad? Ice cream binge. Happy? Celebrate with cake. Angry? Eat fries to calm down. Make food your go-to for everything, so when life hits hard (like a breakup), your first instinct is to gorge - and get ridiculously aroused in the process.

Watch Tons of Porn: Dive deep into porn, especially feedism stuff on Tumblr, Twitter, DA, or wherever. Consume and interact with the kink constantly to normalize obese bodies in your brain. You want to reach the point where gaining for fetish feels totally normal. Plus, porn's more addictive than heroin - spend your days jerking off instead of exercising or thinking straight. Waste away into a porn-addicted blob.

Only Edge: No full orgasms for lazy pigs who can still get out of bed - you haven't earned it! Seriously though, edging is insanely pleasurable, prolongs the fun, and builds addiction. It also prevents that post-nut clarity where you might regret your life choices. I edge all day and finish late at night - your goal is waking up horny and needing that dopamine hit from touching yourself first thing. Bonus: Gooning - sexualize your own addiction to porn and edging until you're a drooling mess.

Follow Softcore on Your Normie Socials: On your regular social media, start following softcore porn, mukbangs, plus-size models, or ideally plus-size porn stars. It'll trigger more edging while normalizing obesity and gaining. Soon, scrolling Instagram will make you crave calories.

Experiment with Hypnosis or Audio Files: Dive into weight gain hypno audios or files designed for this kink. Listen daily to reprogram your mind into craving expansion, laziness, and submission. It'll amplify the mental conditioning, making you dumber and more obedient to your urges.

Get Dumber: I adore bimboification, but this isn't just my kink - being stupider is great for gainers! Someone who doesn't think, plan, or question gets fattened way past their limits easily. Flunk out of school, forget responsibilities. Focus only on food, weed, porn, sex, or your phone screen. If a thought strays from gaining? Shut it down. Plan nothing but your next meal.

Create Rituals: Build daily habits, like weighing yourself just for the thrill of seeing the numbers climb, or snapping progress pics for the community. Make stuffing sessions sacred events with specific snacks and porn. These rituals reinforce the hedonism, turning gaining into a worshipful routine.

Join the Community: Nothing motivates a gainer like hundereds of anonymous profiles urging you to get fatter. Believe it or not, the internet's full of pervs cheering on your self-destruction - some even pay for it! Start an OnlyFans, Fansly, or whatever, and monetize your body. Ideally, let it replace your job.

Corrupt Others: Spread the kink! Talking to someone unsure about gaining? Tell them how amazing it feels and push them to start. Friend scared of hitting 300 lbs? Shove 'em over the edge. Buddy worried his girlfriend won't gain? Assure him she secretly wants it. The more people you drag into this with you, the better you'll feel - misery loves company.

I'm watching you struggle as you try to stand up from your recliner. It's so hot, watching your out of shape body wobble and shake as you exert yourself. Huge rolls of flab quiver as you grunt and moan, struggling to lift your massive bulk. The chair groans beneath you as it bears your incredible weight. The sheer mass of your blubbery body causes everything to creak and sag and sink as you struggle with it.

You've finally made it to the point where you can barely stand up on your own. In fact, you can barely walk at all. Everything just gets so much harder to do when you're so incredibly fat. Getting dressed is a chore. Walking around is almost impossible. Even having sex is difficult, since there's so much of you to try and maneuver around.

And all that gets harder by the day. Day by day, week by week, month by month. Not to mention year after year. You just keep growing and growing and growing, and it's never going to end. Not until you're so fat that you can barely move at all.

Finally, you stand up with an labored gasp. You're struggling for breath as your heavy body tries and fails to cope with the effort of standing. Your huge, heavy belly heaves as you try to catch your breath. Sweat beads on your jiggling flesh.

Your gut hangs low and heavy as you walk, so stuffed that it feels like it's about to burst. You're sweating and panting, struggling to breathe as you waddle along, your enormous flabby ass jiggling and bouncing with every step. Your fat legs rub together, the rolls of lard on your thighs making it even more difficult to walk.

I love this shit. I love seeing you struggle like the fat, bloated pig you are. It's just so hot watching you try to move around with all that extra lard weighing you down. Listening to you moan and cry and complain about how full you are, but then begging me to feed you more anyway. There's nothing like seeing the pure lust and gluttony on your face when I feed you. Seeing how quickly and greedily and sloppily you eat, desperate for more and more and more. It's such a turn on, watching you surrender to hedonism. Seeing how much food can really stimulate you.

I always make sure you have plenty of deliciously fattening food within arm's reach. You don't even have to ask anymore. I constantly refilling your plate or bowl, making sure you don't even have to put in the effort of getting more. I want you to spend every last ounce of energy you have on eating, getting bigger and fatter and lazier.

I keep your belly constantly stuffed to bursting with calorie-rich food. It is constantly distended and painfully bloated, gurgling and groaning as it works to process your constant feasting. Your appetite seems to have no limit and you're always begging me to feed you more and more. You're so insatiable, so ravenous. You can't get enough. I love running my hands over your soft, flabby body. Feeling the sheer mass of it, the pure thickness and heaviness and jiggliness. I love squeezing and pinching and kneading, seeing how soft and flabby and pliable your fat body is. I love seeing how much my touches affect you, how much pleasure and embarrassment and shame and arousal my caresses cause.

I know you love this as much as I do. You can't deny how turned on you get whenever I feed you. How excited you are whenever I tell you to eat more. How wet your pussy gets when you've eaten so much that you can barely breathe. You can't deny how your overburdened heart pounds in your chest whenever you shove something new into your greedy mouth. You can't deny the pleasure you get from feeling your body expand. The pleasure you get from becoming fatter and heavier. I want to see you completely surrender yourself to gluttony and sloth. I want to see you turn yourself into a fat, bloated mess, unable to do anything but sit there and eat and you're so close.

Really, it didn't take long for you to pass the point of no return, did it? The moment you became so morbidly obese that you had trouble breathing and moving around without assistance, the moment when you realized that it would soon be impossible to stop gaining weight… those were the turning points. That was where you gave up trying to control yourself, and gave into the temptation of growing fatter and fatter and fatter. Now you've grown so huge that it's practically impossible to walk anywhere. You need help just getting up off your fat ass to stand up. It's hard to breathe even sitting down. And you're going to continue to grow until you're so obese that you're barely recognizable as a human being anymore.

Your fattened, helpless body is covered in cellulite, stretchmarks, and heavy rolls of fat. Every inch of you is soft and plump and jiggly. Your arms and legs are thick and heavy, covered in flab. Your ass is enormous, a huge, jiggling, wobbly mass. Your hips and thighs are thick and flabby, with deep, sagging creases. Your belly is huge and bulging, a huge, sagging, flabby mound. Your face is round and wide, with a thick, double chin and heavy jowls. You're the very picture of obesity.

The transformation has been so incredible. Seeing your body inexorably become larger and heavier and softer. Seeing the weight pile on and the fat accumulate. Watching the cellulite spread and the stretchmarks multiply. Seeing the rolls and folds sag and grow heavier and larger. It's been a wonderful process.

You stop, leaning against the wall for support, wheezing and gasping for breath. You're so out of shape, so overweight, that even this short walk has left you exhausted. Your huge belly aches and gurgles, stuffed full of food. You feel like you're about to explode. You reach down and rub it, soothing the pain.

Your fat body will never recover from the damage you've caused to yourself, not at this point. There is no point in trying to make yourself better. You are far too heavy and far too fat. No diet or workout program could possibly save you now. Not that you care anymore anyway. All you want is more food, more calories… More fat.

Even if you try to deny it we both know you've always dreamed of being this fat, and now that you are, you just can't stop stuffing yourself with fatty foods. Not that you'd really want to stop. After all, you love it. You love the feeling of being bloated and stuffed after I feed you. You love feeding your growing flesh as your bloated body takes up more and more space.

Making you this fat and out of shape has been a dream come true for me. Watching you turn yourself into a lazy, slovenly, indulgent pig has been the most erotic thing ever. Seeing the way your body has swelled and fattened and grown, how the sheer excess of lard has taken control of you, is incredibly arousing. Seeing your huge, obese, useless body makes me want to caress it and squeeze it and nibble it and lick it. And hearing how out of breath you've gotten as the excess lard strains your decadent physique has been an incredibly sexy sign of my success.

I really love how your body has turned out, its such a perfect example of your gluttonous lifestyle. The way your belly has swelled and grown to absurd proportions, the way your breasts have become massive, soft, sagging sacks of fat hanging off your chest, the way your arms and legs have thickened and become heavy with lard, the way your ass has exploded with size, and the way your face has softened and grown rounder and wider. Every part of your body is soft and flabby, covered in cellulite and stretch marks. Every part of your body is testament to your gluttony, your indulgence.

I love hearing how heavily you breathe and how labored it gets after even minimal exertion, as your poor, obese body has trouble dealing with its own size. Seeing the sweat dripping down your flabby body.

Suddenly, you feel me grabbing you from behind. I wrap my arms around your enormous gut, squeezing and rubbing. Your flab gives way beneath my hands, jiggling and wobbling. You moan in pleasure, as my hands explore your blubbery body.

"You're such a good pig," I whisper in your ear, as my hands move up to your fat tits. I grab hold of them and give them a squeeze, making you squeal.

"Good piggy," I walk over and pat your heavy belly, making you moan. "Getting fat and lazy just the way I like,"

You're out of breath, still panting.

"Look how out of shape you are," I tease, giving the soft folds of your triple chin a pinch. You're a mess, bloated, slovenly, and increasingly helpless. You've been gorging your enormous body non-stop on every fattening and high calorie food I could find for months now and I must say I am very pleased with the results. Your body has gotten so incredibly soft, covered in rolls upon rolls of flab and a real delight to touch.

As long as you keep stuffing food into your belly, I will keep filling it with everything you crave. Every last calorie of delicious food. All I ask in exchange is that you remain my obedient, fat little pet. That you stay here and eat everything I feed you, that you fill up on all the sugary snacks and decadent meals, that you keep growing fatter and softer.

Because I love feeding you, I love fattening you up. But most of all, I love seeing how much you love it. How horny it makes you to get fatter and fatter. How excited you get each time you shove something new into your greedy, plump face. The look on your face when you outgrow some other piece of clothing or furniture. How you're loving every second of your newfound gluttony. You're so eager to grow fatter, you can barely wait to put more food in your mouth. You can't get enough, you need more, you want more, you deserve more. And I will gladly give it all to you… and more.

Maybe I should stop hyperfocusing on maintaining a slim body and ignore what the consensus world wants me to believe is good looking. I’ve always preferred to be a bigger guy..you know what? I’m going to start eating what I want. A few donuts here and there won’t hurt…

This lil pudge aint nothin. I’m enjoying all of this great food. Plus I could always just stop and lose any weight I gain. My metabolism is still pretty quick..

Oof ok maybe I’m getting a little carried away here. I’m feeling kinda big. My belly is starting to bulge…and my clothes are a little too tight 🥵

Ok ok enough is enough. I’m going back to the gym! Time to get back in shape. I’ve gotten a little carried away with all of this good food. These delicious cakes. All of this fried tasty goodness. The pizza, the burgers. That’s…damn…that looks so good 🤤 ah fuck it

*uuuuurrrRRRRRRRppppp*

Mmf what do you mean I’m fat? I’m not that fat! Look I still have my muscles, see!

Oops excuse me..ok so I’m kinda fat. I’ll go to the gym tomorrow or next week or something. I’m totally in control.

*eats a donut in one bite*

The first time he drank the shake, it was sweet. Cold, smooth, and perfect. The kind of drink that made promises: strength, glory, perfection. He wanted to believe in it. Back then, his body was a machine—dense, dry muscle stacked on muscle, veins coiled like electric wires, his skin stretched tight over a frame sculpted by obsession.

He’d look in the mirror and see power. He was power.

But the shakes didn’t stop.

⸻

At first, the changes were subtle: a softer line at the bottom of his abs, a little extra weight clinging to his lower back. He told himself it was bulk season—necessary, temporary. He doubled down, lifting heavier, training harder, drinking more. But the mirror started lying to him. Or maybe, for the first time, it was telling the truth.

His veins disappeared under a layer of flesh. His chest lost its sharpness, swelling outward—not in the proud, sculpted way he’d built it, but rounder, looser, wrong. And the shakes kept coming, thicker now, sweeter, sticking to his throat like wet cement.

The roommate—always there, always silent—brought them without fail.

⸻

The weight piled on faster than he thought possible. Twenty pounds. Fifty. A hundred. His skin stretched, then split in angry red marks, weeping little trails of sweat and oil. What used to be tight, dense slabs of muscle turned into something foreign—heavy, soft, suffocating. The symmetry of his form collapsed; his shoulders rounded, his jawline blurred, and his thighs, once carved like marble, melted into pale columns of fat that rubbed together with every strained step.

Breathing changed too. It was louder now, wet and shallow, filling the quiet room at night like static. He used to take stairs two at a time; now, standing up from the couch left him dizzy, heart hammering, vision flickering black around the edges.

And yet… the shakes never stopped.

⸻

There were nights when he begged.

“No more. Please. I can’t—”

But the roommate just stared with that same flat expression, pitcher in hand, voice low and calm:

“Drink. You’re not done.”

He’d cry sometimes, hot tears cutting through the salty sweat on his face, but his hands always moved, lifting the pitcher, choking down the sludge. Somewhere along the way, the choice stopped being his.

⸻

By the time the mirror told the full truth, it was too late.

His face was bloated, stretched wide, cheeks pressed upward into his glassy, half-lidded eyes. His neck had vanished entirely beneath rolls that spilled over his collarbone. His belly dominated him now—an obscene dome of flesh, hanging heavy over what used to be a rigid core, resting against his thighs, pinning him to the couch like a weight he couldn’t set down.

He felt it in his joints, his bones crying beneath the load. He felt it in his chest, a constant tightness, every heartbeat like a dull drum echoing through muffled layers of fat. He could barely lace his shoes anymore; hell, he could barely see them.

The man he had been—the god in the mirror, the golden beast everyone envied—was gone, buried beneath his own flesh. But the routine remained: wake, drink, eat, drink, sleep. And always, always the roommate standing behind him, arms crossed, watching it all with silent calculation.

Sometimes, late at night, when his body trembled under its own mass and his chest burned from climbing a single flight of stairs, he’d ask the question that haunted him:

What was in the shakes?

The roommate never answered.

But every time he tried to resist, every time he turned away from the pitcher, he felt it—the deep, gnawing hunger clawing at his gut, the tremors in his hands, the dizziness in his head. His body had been rewritten. He needed it now.

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Now, the couch has learned the shape of him. It sags, molded to the weight pressing down on it day and night. He drinks in silence, fat fingers wrapped around glass, sweat sliding down swollen folds, breath rattling like a dying engine.

And behind him, as always, the roommate waits. Another pitcher already chilling in the fridge.

Because tomorrow, there will be more.

The gainer shakes were supposed to be temporary.

Ethan Cole had been one of the most celebrated fitness models of his time — carved abs, perfect symmetry, and a jawline that magazines fought over. For years, his image hung in gyms, on billboards, and behind the lockers of men chasing his impossible perfection.

But the industry had grown darker. A new trend emerged, one whispered about in the underbelly of bodybuilding forums — extreme bulk transformations. Models were being pushed to gain fast, creating “before and after” campaigns where Ethan, once the standard of perfection, would serve as the cautionary tale. It was lucrative, they said. One year of sacrifice for lifetime security. Just drink the shakes. Just hit the numbers. Just for a while.

The first week, Ethan laughed at how easy it seemed — chugging three thousand-calorie gainer shakes, thick and syrupy, flavored like chocolate but clinging to his throat like tar. His muscles swelled, veins disappearing beneath a layer of softness. “Controlled growth,” they told him.

By month three, control was gone.

The shakes weren’t optional anymore. His stomach screamed with hunger he couldn’t explain, an endless gnawing that no solid food could quiet. The moment he tried to cut back, his body revolted — tremors, sweats, migraines so blinding he’d vomit bile in the bathroom, only to find himself crawling back to the blender minutes later, shaking hands pouring in another mound of powder.

The mirror became his tormentor.

The walls of his bathroom were plastered with his old photos — his agency’s cruel reminder of what he once was. And yet, every day, his reflection slipped further away. His chest softened, abs drowned beneath layers of swelling flesh. His thighs rubbed raw when he walked. His face — once sharp and angular — blurred under growing heaviness.

The poster stayed clean. He didn’t.

By month six, Ethan stopped seeing himself as a man. He was a vessel, bloated and sluggish, sweating out the sweet, synthetic smell of the formula even as his stomach gurgled for more. He could hear the faint hum in his ears whenever he delayed — a pressure deep in his skull, as though his brain had rewired itself around hunger.

And still, the company called. “Just a little more, Ethan. You’re almost perfect.”

Perfect.

The word haunted him as he stood beneath the dim bathroom light, holding the heavy pitcher of gainer shake, its chocolate sludge dripping down his chest, matting into the sparse hair on his belly. His hand trembled, but his body overruled his mind, tipping the pitcher again. The sweetness burned his throat, his breathing shallow and wet as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful.

Then, one day, he tried to stop.

No warning. No plan. He dumped the powders. He unplugged the blender. He spent forty-eight hours in agony — muscles cramping, skin clammy, heart pounding like it wanted to escape his ribcage. On the third night, delirium came, whispering from the shadows where his old poster hung.

And when he woke, he was on the floor, sticky with spilled shake, an empty pitcher in his hand. He couldn’t remember making it. Couldn’t remember pouring. Couldn’t remember giving in.

That was the night Ethan understood the truth:

He wasn’t drinking the shakes anymore.

The shakes were drinking him.

I mean it's cute that you're acting like you don't already know it yet. You came to this fetish once, indulged, put on a few pounds, and tried to walk away, but you were never able to get back down to your old weight.

Now you're back because you can't help yourself from wanting more. That first time ruined you forever. You lost your cute, petite body, and you couldn't get it back. You never will. But something amongst the shame and embarrassment felt good. Beyond just the free indulge in good food. The feeling of being over-full The growth and new softness. Something indescribable. Something got stuck in your head. Now you're back here because you realize you need more. You need to see what it feels like to really be chubby, and then you'll need to feel what it's like to really be fat.

You are so fucked now, tubby. You went ahead and made yourself into a food addict.

Do you know how hard it is to quit a food addiction? Less than 5% of morbidly obese people that diet manage to keep the weight off. And they don't have a fetish sabotaging them like you do.

The "normal" fatties get a nice big dopamine hit when they binge on junk food. You get that AND a nice hard dick buried in your fat pad. How can you resist piggy?

Go ahead and try to diet, see what happens. You can't just stop eating, but low calorie foods are disappointing and eating them makes you miserable. If you were just a regular fat guy, maybe you could get away with giving yourself a cheat day. But you're a pig at heart, and as soon as you start eating that delicious fatty food, you won't be able to stop. You won't just enjoy a big meal, you'll stuff yourself till it hurts, and then jerk off your little pig dick to the shame of it. And just like that you'll give up and go back to fattening yourself up. Rinse and repeat however many times you'd like porky, but the result will always be the same.

It really doesn't matter what happens now, you're always going to be a big fat pig. Social pressure starts getting to you? The embarrassment you feel at being so fat will just fuel your fetish and make you want to eat more to cope. Health scare? You'll try to diet, but you know how that ends up (spoiler: you'll be jerking off to your failure with a belly full of ice cream before you know it).

Like, the more you eat, the bigger your stomach expands, the more you can eat in the future.

The more you overeat, the bigger your portions will become, and the more often you'll feel hungry between meals.

The more you snack, the more often your body will 'expect' to be fed.

The more fast/junk food you eat, the more often you'll feel cravings for those foods.

The fatter you grow, the less you'll be able to exercise. You'll be too big, too heavy, too tired to move yourself around. Your arms and belly will get in the way of themselves. Your body will lose its strength and tire out easier, faster. Meaning exercises become shorter, less effective. More daunting.

The fatter you grow, the less you'll WANT to exercise. All those lazy habits will add up, and you'll prefer to do something sedentary instead. The less you exercise, the easier your body will grow fatter, and the harder it will be to lose weight.

It's like... Once you start gaining weight, your body sets off a snowball effect to become even larger, even faster, and... and...