Gaining Gays

Hey everyone! I kind of disappeared for a while—life got busy. I do plan on posting more regularly again, but I wanted to give a quick update because things are going to look a little different going forward.

I’m not entirely sure who this message is for, but if you primarily followed me for the two-photo transformation stories, those aren’t going to go away but I will be focusing more on longer form content. There are a couple reasons for that. First, trying to find and match photos of different guys has honestly become exhausting, and it’s started to take the fun out of the creative process. Second, while I don’t personally view AI-generated content as art, I do acknowledge that it makes it possible to explore almost any fantasy or scenario through writing with very little effort.

Rather than continuing to make shorter transformation stories, I want to distinguish myself by focusing on longer-form writing with more developed characters, settings, and plots.

With that in mind, keep an eye out for the first few chapters of a new story, Under Construction.

Jason was your average high school jock turned wanna be frat brother. He had spent the summer working out trying to get the perfect body for fraternity rush, wanting to prove himself to the brothers with a chill attitude and killer physique. His arms, legs, and chest had gotten toned and muscular but he couldn’t seem to lose the starter belly that had grown while studying for finals. If anything, he knew it had just gotten bigger. He stood in front of his dorm room mirror and flexed. “Damn man…” He said aloud while squeezing his belly. His roommmate Calvin chuckled. “You know it’s just gonna get bigger right? Freshman 15 and all that.” Calvin said with a sneer. “Not like all the beer we’re gonna be drinking is gonna help.”

“F off,” Jason sneered turning to look at his roommate. Calvin was a heavyset guy but he carried it well. Big, broad shoulders and tree trunk thighs he definitely looked the part of a star recruit on the college football offensive line. “I just gotta get more cardio in. And stop getting late night pizza with you tubs.” Calvin and Jason had only know each other for a week but the two had really hit it off, lots of common interests and good workout partners. Though having Calvin around certainly wasn’t helping his last ditch effort to lose the gut. The man loved to eat and Jason had been all the happier to join in. Ignoring his growling stomach, Jason started to get dressed and ready for the first day of rush.

The first few fraternities the roommates visited weren’t great. Conversations never held and none of the guys had the same bro energy Calvin and Jason were looking for. Luckily the next stop was Pi Iota Gamma and Calvin said he knew a few of the brothers from football. When they walked through the door, two corn-fed o-line guys bear hugged Calvin almost immediately. Jason thought it was almost comical, seeing the three enormous men embrace with Calvin somehow being the smallest. Jason continued past them and headed into a large room with a bunch of brothers and potential members gathered around in small groups.

Two brothers approached him. “Hey man! What’s up. I’m Max.” Said the taller of the two. “And I’m Sebastian, though you can call me Seb.” Max was a tall guy with a beard who had the body of a rock climber—slender and shredded. Seb looked like all he did was workout with arms and a chest that were bursting out of his polo and a seriously toned waist. It was as if Jason’s dream body had just walked up in front of him. “Looks like you’re pretty strong dude, got some serious muscle there.” Seb said. “You workout a lot?” Jason felt the blood rush to his cheeks from the compliment. “Hey I’m Jason, nice to meet y’all. And for sure dude, was crushing the weights this summer after spending the day life guarding.” Jason smiled, clearly his hard work had paid off. “Though seems like I could learn a lot from you man, how’d you get your abs so toned,” He asked curiously.

Max laughed and elbowed Seb. “Don’t give this guy too many compliments, his heads already too big.” He said while Seb gleamed from Jason’s question. “So other than working out what are you into? Please tell me you’re not just another meathead like him.” Max asked. “Uh playing fortnite, football, mountain biking, stuff like that. I’m majoring in Business.” Jason said casually. “My roommate Calvin said he knew a couple of you guys, from what I heard yall seemed chill so thought I’d join in.” Max and Seb smiled at him. “You know Calvin? That guy came to our house a few times during summer training. He’s a total chiller.” Seb replied. “Yeah love the man, absolute beast at pong and damn the man can drink!” Matt said. “But that’s cool man, mountain biking is sick. Used to do some myself. You seem chill, I’ll see you around? Gotta meet more of the guys, president’s duties and all that.”

Matt and Jason dabbed up and he walked away, joining another conversation. “Well that’s our president.” Seb said, reaching into his pocket. “A bit brash but he means well.” Seb pulled his phone out and opened his contacts. “Here wanna give me your number? Maybe we could workout sometime and I could show you some tips.” He smiled devilishly as Jason typed his number in. “Yeah man that sounds great! Text me your name and I can let ya know when I’m free.” Jason said. Seemed like this was going incredibly well, he thought. He knew working out would pay off and now with Seb’s help he might finally lose this belly. Jason turned towards Calvin to see him still talking to his football buddies. There was one more guys, just as large as the other two. Damn they must have the whole O-line here or something. He disregarded them and started to meet other brothers.

After another hour Jason found Calvin again and the two headed back to the dorms. They hadn’t bothered going to the other open houses, deciding the guys at PIG were a perfect match. Calvin went to grab dinner with some football guys and Jason stayed back. Watching those big guys eat always made him feel weird. He just knew if he ate like that his belly would become an actual problem. While running through his course requirements, he got a text from Seb. “Meet me at the gym tomorrow at 8?” It read. Jason was floored, if he didn’t fuck this up he’d be a shoe in for PIG like Calvin. He spent the rest of the night doing crunches, a last ditch effort to work off his bellly.

The next day, he woke up and started to throw on his workout clothes. Calvin was already at practice so he could be as loud as he wanted. He rummaged through his drawer for a shirt, realizing most of them were in the hamper. He pulled one out and gave it a sniff then recoiled, “Fuck I need to get these washed.” Reaching towards the back of the drawer he found a shirt he hadn’t warn in a while. “Did I even pack this?” He threw the shirt on and looked at himself in the mirror. His shorts and shirt sleeves accentuated his toned thighs and big arms but his torso looked like a pudgy mess. The tightness of the shirt that made his arms look big was coming back to bite him in the gut, his belly poking out a noticeable amount through the shirt. “Damn well I guess this will do.”

He walked to the gym, embarrassed by the roundness at his midsection. “Can’t let this bother me so much.” He thought as he tugged at the shirt to try and stretch it. “Seb won’t care right?” Going into the gym, he spotted Seb in front of the door to the locker room. He had an incredibly low rise tank on that barely covered his chest along with spandex shorts and a towel over his crotch. Despite Jason’s efforts, he was nowhere near as in shape as Seb. Everything was more ripped and toned and he couldn’t help but look down at his midsection bulging out. “Hey bro glad you could make it! And you’re early too… my man.” Seb said once Jason got closer. “I’m on chest day if you wanna join in otherwise we can just keep an eye on each other, I can give you some tips.”

Jason nodded. “I’m on chest today too actually,” he said. “This works great.” Seb nodded in approval and put his stuff in a locker. “Oh by the way, made ya a shake.” Seb said pulling out a shaker filled with a viscous fluid. “Secret recipe, you’re just gonna have to trust me on this one. It gets results!” He handed it to Jason. “Give it a try, it’s a great preworkout.” Not wanting to disappoint, He put the shaker up to his mouth and started to sip down the shake. It was delicious and thick, maybe one of the best he had. He forgot where he was for a second, too engrossed in the taste. Suddenly he lowered the shaker and felt it was empty. Looking at Seb, he smiled and said “Damn dude that was delicious, what do you put in these?” Seb chuckled. “Can’t tell ya, it’s a secret.” He walked past him and patted his gut, saying “Cmon let’s go, can’t waste too much time.” Jason followed, unaware of how bloated the shake had made him look through his tight shirt.

The workout went well, the two jocks matching pace with each other and helping spot during tough lifts. Seb pushed Jason to try heavier and heavier lifts, the freshman ending up breaking his personal best on the bench press. As he lifted the bar came down on the final rep, he yelled “LETS GOOO!” and stood up jumping in the air. “Nice bro, I could tell you were giving that one your all,” Seb said. Jason filled with endorphins went in for a bear hug and grabbed Seb who returned the favor. He felt the jock give his sides a feel, just barely noticeable but definitely a squeeze where his small belly had softened up his waist. He blew it off too excited to worry about Seb possibly noticing how soft he was. “Fuck man that was insane, thanks for the tips don’t think I would’ve hit a PR without you.” Jason said chuckling. Suddenly his stomach let out a loud growl. “Shit, I’m starving. You wouldn’t have time to grab some breakfast before class would you?” He asked. “Nah I gotta run and get ready but maybe I can catch you tonight?“ Seb responded. “We’re having a chill boys night at my place.” Jason was elated. “Sure man sounds fun, I’ll catch you there.” He said before the two made their separate ways.

Jason headed to the dining hall immediately, not bothering to shower. His stomach was gnawing at him, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Walking into the dining hall, he immediately loaded two plates up with eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, fruit, french toast… pretty much everything on the menu. He normally would be watching what he was eating, but between hitting his personal best and this immense hunger, he decided to reward himself. Walking to the tables, he saw Calvin eating alone still sweaty from practice. “Yo man, mind if I join you?” Jason asked. Calvin looked up and his eyes went wide after seeing the amount of food Jason had brought with him. “Shit man, decided to quit that silly diet finally huh?” He asked with a sneer. “The diet can wait, decided it’s cheat day after I made a new PR on the bench press with Seb today.” Jason bragged with a smile. “He got me nice and pumped up with some secret shake he makes, I was crushing everything!” Calvin laughed as Jason sat down and began to eat his food again. “Good for you man, happy you’re enjoying the PIG guys as much as I do.”

The two ate in silence for a second, Calvin focusing on something on his laptop while Jason was simply too busy stuffing his face to talk. It didn’t take him long to clear his plates, his hands shoveling food in to satisfy his hungry gut. He let out a small burp before his belly growled again. “Fuck how am I still hungry?” He thought to himself. More food seemed like a bad idea given he was trying to lose weight, but he still felt so starved it hurt. He stood up and grabbed his empty plates. “Headed out already?” Calvin asked. “Haha no bro, just going for round two,” Jason said while rubbing his belly instinctively. “I must’ve worked up a real appetite man.” Calvin gave him a once over, noticing just how bloated Jason looked in his tight shirt. “You keep eating like this and that shirt might need to get retired soon…” He joked and poked Jason’s belly which barely gave, stuffed full of food.

“You’re on to talk big guy, not like your clothes are fitting either these days,” Jason shot back gesturing at Calvin’s too tight shorts which were straining to hold his thighs in and digging into his waste. “Hey they make my butt look big!” Calvin said meekly. “Well I gotta go to class, enjoy your seconds big man.” He said with a wink and packed his stuff up. Jason waved and walked away, stomach growling. The food in the dining hall smelled more delicious than ever. He let his appetite control him, grabbing two 3-egg omelettes and a full stack of pancakes drizzled with syrup and melted butter, covering each plate with a pile of bacon and sausage. Walking back, he could barely think about what he was doing from the pain in his stomach. Once he got back to the now empty table, he sat down and started to feast. Thank god his parents had paid for an unlimited meal plan.

About a half hour later, Jason was glued to the bench, unable to go get more from how stuffed his gut was. It had taken thirds to ease his appetite and it was showing through his shirt. Checking his watch, he frowned. If he didn’t get his ass in gear he’d be late for class. He struggled to get up, breathing heavily as he felt food churn in his bloated belly. As he walked through the dining hall his shirt rode up, exposing the underside of his extended stomach. Huffing away, his belly feeling immense, he made it back to his room and showered so he could run to class. By the time he sat down, the food had settled and he no longer felt easily winded. But a familiar feeling from earlier had crept up again and he was starting to feel hungry. “No fucking way after all I just ate…” he thought. The hunger kept growing throughout the lecture. Finally when it was over Jason raced out to the dining hall, he felt famished and his stomach had been gnawing at his for and hour now. He got in line at the pasta place and remembering how breakfast went, ordered two plates of chicken alfredo with double protein.

Waiting for them to make the dishes, he went to checkout hungry as ever. Spying some delicious cookies, he couldn’t help but order two to snack on while he waited. Grabbing the cookies, he munched on them in record time. While he shoved them down his throat, he spotted Max in the corner of his eye also in the pasta line. He turned quickly, embarrassed by what he must’ve looked like eating the two cookies. When the food was ready, he grabbed both plates and hurried over to a booth near the back. “Fuck why am I so hungry today,” he thought to himself while feasting on the pasta. He barely gave himself time to chew, just wanting his belly to fill up fast and stop the hunger pains. As he tore through the last of his second bowl, Max sat down across from him with two bowls himself. “Hey Jason, looks like Seb really worked an appetite into you this morning.”

Jason looked up from his bowl of food, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He tried to laugh to ease of his feelings. “Uh hey… yeah the workout must’ve taken a lot out of me,” He replied in shock before scooping the last of the pasta into his mouth. “I’ve just been starved today, not sure what’s up.” He leaned back and stretched trying to look cool. Max couldn’t help but look down at his swollen belly, straining against his t-shirt. “I feel ya, that man can work you hard enough to eat a horse. Here why don’t you take this? You look like you need it more than me.” Max said as he pushed the other plate of pasta over to Jason. “Thanks man, appreciate it.” Jason said before starting to eat. As the pair chatted, Jason ate the third bowl of pasta quickly emptying it out but his stomach still growling.

“Sounds like you might need some more dude,” Max said as Jason finished off the last of the bowl while his stomach continued to growl. “I’ve got you man. Follow me.” Max got up and Jason followed, heading towards the pizza place. The upperclassman walked up to the guy cooking the pizza and asked him something. Before Jason could talk, the guy behind the counter handed Max two pizzas. “How’d you pull that off?” Jason asked greedily grabbing a pizza box and pulling out a slice. “Built up a good relationship with the workers over the years.” Max said shrugging. “Would recommend you do the same especially if you plan on eating like this.” Max laughed before poking Jason’s midsection causing him to recoil, mouth too full of pizza to say anything. “You know not everything is about having a six pack, though I’m sure Seb would disagree. Anyways I gotta head to class, enjoy the pizza.” Max said with a wink before walking off.

Jason walked back to a table, wishing everyone would stop talking about his belly. He thought about throwing the pizza away but his stomach rumbled and he quickly sat down and started to feast again. The rest of the day went the same, Jason unable to satisfy his hunger and having to pig out at the dining hall between classes. By the time he got back to his room after dinner he could barely move, his bloated and extended belly so full of food all he could think about was laying down for a nap. He gave himself a look in the mirror, shocked at how much his belly sticked out from his body. His shirt looked like it was painted on, showing every detail of his enlarged gut. He peeled it off and gave his belly a shake, watching it bounce up and down like a hard ball in his hands. “What the fuck happened to me today?” He thought, knowing he’d spent half the day stuffing himself with food. At least his hunger pains had finally gone away, but he didn’t even want to think about the calories he ate to get that to happen. Pulling his shorts off, the button of which he had to undo during dinner, he layed down and quickly fell asleep weighed down by everything he had eaten.

Waking up, he groggily saw two figures in his room, his vision still a little blurry. “Big man finally woke up!” Yelled Calvin as Jason pulled himself out of bed. “Hope the food coma was good, we’re getting ready to head to Seb’s place.” Jason scratched his belly and rubbed his eyes, opening to see Calvin pulling a shirt over his massive frame and another big boned football guy sitting on his bed. “Shit man, didn’t know you were bulking up for the O-Line.” His friend said. “Coach does need another player to train up, one of the walk-ons quit when he couldn’t take the heat. He was a small fry anyways.” The man slapped his gut and laughed. Jason scoffed, figuring a response would just make things worse. He went and grabbed a fresh tee, pulling it over and feeling it stick tight to his belly. Seeing himself in the mirror, there was no hiding the damage he had done to his midsection. His shirt was showing off just how bloated he had let himself get, all the mindless eating resulting in a solid round ball that jutted out from his torso. He looked like he had swallowed a football.

He saw Calvin walk behind him and place his hands on his belly, his roommates own gut pressing into his back. “Where’s the photographer? We’re ready for our pregnancy pictures. My baby momma has the perfect bump forming!” Calvin said and the two football players roared with laughter. Jason felt something stir in him from the contact with his belly. Being so stretched out had left it sensitive and Calvin’s hands felt just right against his packed belly. He didn’t entertain the thought for long, pushing Calvin off of him and saying, “Stop giving me so much shit man, let’s just go.” He huffed and walked out of the room ready to drink to ease his nerves. As the trio headed off campus, Jason couldn’t help but realize how much more similar he looked to the two o-line guys walking next to him. He was still much smaller but now they all had bellies stretching out their shirts, a sign of constant over-eating or in Jason’s case, a single day of immense overindulgence.

When they finally arrived at the office-campus house, Jason knocked on the door after adjusting his shirt in an attempt to hide his “baby bump” as Calvin had put it. The door swung open and Seb smiled at them. “Just the boys I was hoping to see. What’s up?” Jason went to dab Seb up but the jock pulled him in for a hug. Again he felt the familiar squeeze on his sides from that morning only this time there was a lot more for Seb to grab. “Come on in, there’s plenty of beer.” The boys walked in behind Seb to a group of 10 guys playing pong and talking. Jason spotted Max at the table playing pong, turned away from him. His cutoff t-shirt gave Jason a good look into the president’s figure and he was incredibly toned, back rippling with muscle. His body was in stark contrast to the enormous man playing next to him, who had his pants at his ankles. His tight underwear showed just how massive his thighs and ass were, at least three times the size of Max’s and covered in hair. He watched the man sink a shot. “Fucking finally…” He said with a sigh as he pulled his shorts up, barely squeezing his butt into them.

The two turned to see who had just walked in and both smiled. “Calvin what’s up my man!” The big guy said and walked over and gave him a hug. Even Calvin’s size was absorbed into his mass, belly squishing over Calvin’s own. He turned after letting go and smiled at Jason, extending a hand. The big man had a surprisingly thin face despite how massive his belly was. Hair covered his arms and poked through the neckline of his shirt, which was barely doing its job of covering up his stomach. “The name’s Harrison.” He said. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jason.” Jason shook his hand, feeling how pudgy his fingers had gotten. Harrison’s grip was strong and Jason figured there was a good amount of muscle under all that fat. They continued into the house, grabbed beers and started to chat with the brothers. Calvin ended up joining a few brothers watching a football game while Jason chatted with the guys at the pong table.

“Are you on the football team?” Harrison asked. “You know I was on it freshman year; I was a center.” Jason couldn’t even imagine the obese frat bro in front of him had once been in shape enough to play college sports. “No just unfortunate enough to room with someone who is,” Jason responded. He stared at Harrison’s gut as he threw a ball, sinking it. “Hah, figures. You’re a bit too small. Though that could always change especially if you’re lifting with Seb.” Harrison said. “I mean look at me, turns out if you quit the team but keep the appetite you get A LOT bigger…” He chuckled, his belly shaking. Jason quickly changed the subject, feeling weird about how the guy talked about his weight. He’s way past obese, how can you joke about it, Jason thought to himself. The game went on with Max clearing the board at the end; Harrison and Max smiling big and hugging. “How about some flip cup?” Max suggested. “Loser has to do a bitch chug.” The rest of the brothers walked over and they began to set the game up.

Jason ended up sandwiched between Calvin and Harrison. “What’s a bitch chug?” Jason asked Calvin. “Hope you don’t find out,” Calvin said with a laugh and started the game. Things started not going well for Jason very fast. Chugging cup after cup, it turned out Calvin and Harrison were much better than him. The game started to come to a close, and Jason was staring down his last shot. Make or break, he went for it and missed. Suddenly a stack of cups landed in his own and he turned to see Harrison staring at him with a devilish grin. He looked like someone had just put a big plate of his favorite food in front of him. Before he knew it, Seb was handing Harrison a beer bong and Max was pouring beer into it. “On your knees, it’s time to chug!” Seb said with a laugh.

Jason went down to his knees not wanting to make the brothers mad, submitting to whatever Harrison had in store for him. He looked up to see the huge man’s belly hanging in his face, he could see the skin of his underside from how much it poked out of the shirt. Above the belly, Harrison’s face stared down at him in between his two large tits. “Open up, little guy!” Harrison jeered before giving Jason the end of the bong. As soon as he put it in his mouth, Harrison lifted up the bong and cold beer began to flood into his mouth and down his throat. “Chug, chug, chug!” The guys all yelled as Jason struggled to keep pace with the amount of liquid. Jason was just staring up at Harrison’s belly, entranced by its size while he kept gulping down beer. He felt his dick twitch a little and he closed his eyes trying to keep up with the pace. Before long, the last drops with down his throat and he took the bong out of his mouth, burping loudly right into Harrison’s belly.

The boys around him cheered and he looked up at Harrison, seeing his smiling face above his massive frame. The big guy extended his arm and helped Jason up, the beer still bubbling inside his distended gut. He let out another burp, covering up his mouth a little too late. “Don’t worry man, let it all out,” Seb said standing a few feet away. “That’s gotta be one of the fastest chugs I’ve seen in a while. Hell Harrison, you might have some competition.” Jason beamed from the praise, feeling more and more like one of the guys. “As if I’d let this pipsqueak beat me,” Harrison chuckled patting his belly. “You’ve got some ways to go bro.” As Harrison glanced over Jason’s body, Jason quickly realized his dick was still a little hard. He rushed to cover it up, but he could’ve sworn he saw a little smirk on Harrison’s face.

Deciding to run to the bathroom before anyone else noticed, he burped again and walked to the back of the house, rubbing his bloated belly in discomfort. He closed the door to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his body. His belly had bloated enough to peek out from the bottom of his shirt and as he rubbed it, he let out another burp. “Fuck… maybe Calvin was right, I do look pregnant.” He thought as he turned to the side, seeing just how much his gut stuck out. The thousands of calories he had eaten today along with all this beer was making him look properly thick. “I’ll have to work extra hard at the gym in the morning…” He thought as he took his still semi hard dick out and took a piss.

His sudden increase in appetite had been confusing enough but the effect kneeling before Harrison’s massive gut had on him was even more puzzling. Deciding to ignore it, he shook the remnants of piss out as his cock grew flacid and went to rejoin the party. The rest of the night was spent with even more drinking and debauchery, though Jason managed to avoid another bitch chug during the next few games of stack cup having learned his lesson and steering clear of both Harrison and Calvin. As the night wound down, he joined a few of the brothers on the couch and watched some football highlights. He didn’t realize but his bloat was all the more obvious while sitting, his tight gut protruding over his waistband and stretching his shirt out. Pounding down beer after beer, he grew more and more drunk as time slipped away from him.

After what felt like minutes but had been an hour and a half, Calvin came up to him with his friend. “Ready to head out bro?” Calvin asked. Jason sat up and stumbled to his feet, more drunk than he expected. “Yeah let me just use the bathroom.” He said. “Someone’s in the one down here, you’ll have to head upstairs.” Calvin replied. “We can wait for you.” Jason nodded and headed up the stairs, having to use the handrails as support after all the drinking. He walked past a few closed doors, each with a brother or twos name on them. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, right next to what seemed like Harrison’s room. As he passed by, he heard loud grunts and a slapping sound from inside. “What girl would want that lardass fucking them…” He muttered.

As he pissed, the grunting continued, reverberating through the wall. He swore he could hear two distinct masculine voices coming from the room. He tried to shrug it off, not wanting to make assumptions but he couldn’t get over his curiousity. Walking back down the hall, he turned to the door and pressed his ear up to the door. “Yeah… you like my fat ass? Pound it harder bro… fuckkkkk…” He heard Harrison say. He stumbled back, bewildered by the information he just found out. Before anyone noticed, he hustled back downstairs and walked over to Calvin. “Damn dude, you look like you just saw a ghost!” Calvin said. “It’s just the booze…” Jason replied quickly. “I might’ve had a little too much to drink. Let’s go.” The trio walked out the door and headed back to campus, Jason stumbling behind the two.

When they got back to the dorms, Jason stumbled to his room and grabbed his water bottle. “Fuck Calvin I’m gonna be so hungover tomorrow,” He said. “And Seb wants to workout again…” He refilled the bottle and started chugging again, bloating his stomach even more. He could sort of feel the button start dig into his skin even more but he was too drunk to care. “You’ll be fine buddy, though we could always order something to soak up the beer…” Calvin asked with a grin. Jason groaned thinking about even more food. “Bro I can’t eat anymore look at me.” He peeled his shirt off to reveal a rock hard gut, bloated well over his waistband. “I look fucking fat… think this’ll go away by the time I wake up?” He shook his gut staring down at it, watching it bounce up and down. “Gonna be honest, probably not.” Calvin replied. “What even got into you today?”

Jason started to unbutton his shorts, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain around his waistband dissipated. “I really don’t know dude, I just… was so incredibly hungry.” He said as he sat on his bed and took his shorts off. He looked down at his belly and frowned. “The last thing I needed was to pig out like that but damn it hurt.” Calvin looked at him sympathetically. “You’ll be fine bro, working out with Seb you’ll probably lose the weight in a week.” He replied as Jason smiled. Despite all his teasing, Calvin did know how to make him feel better sometimes. “Well I’m gonna go grab some grub with some football bros, sweet dreams. Hopefully there isn’t too much food involved.” Calvin chuckled as he opened the door. “F off fatso,” Jason retorted before his roommate left.

With Calvin gone, Jason started to really investigate the damage he’d done to himself that day. He sat there squeezing his gut, rubbing it, and giving it a jiggle. Something about how sensitive it was stretched out like this felt so good while he played with it. He leaned back into his pillows and gave it a hard slap, hearing a nice sound echo through the room before he let out another burp. He was so entranced by his own gut in his drunken state, unable to keep his hands off. Soon enough he felt his dick get hard and he reached into his underwear to stroke it. One hand on his cock with the other on his gut, he started to get harder than ever. Soon his mind drifted to Harrison. He remembered how in awe he was at the big man’s belly hanging in front of him.

“How long had it taken him to get that big? Just how much was he eating? What did that big of a belly feel like walking around with?” His mind filled with questions and he looked down at his own gut. “What if I end up that big?” He thought. “Would anyone even have sex with me?” He immediately thought of what he had heard coming from Harrison’s room. “Were other guys really into fat asses like that?” He wondered what it felt like to slam into an ass that wide and plump, then wondered what it even felt like to get fucked. As his drunk horny brain filled with more thoughts, he continued to rub and squeeze his gut while he subconsciously picked up the pace on his dick. Before long, he felt his body tense up and his breathing pick up. Holding his bloated gut in his hand, a thick juicy load shot out of his cock and all over his chest and belly.

The post nut clarity hit instantly and he suddenly felt disgusted in himself, lifting up his hand from his gut not realizing he had started to rub some of it into his belly. He stared at the cum covered hand then looked down at his torso. “What’s happening to me?” He said out loud, a worried expression on his face. Standing up, he went to grab a towel and wiped the cum off his body and hands. Seeing himself in the mirror, he felt disgusted but couldn’t help but grab his belly again, giving it a few more shakes. Sliding his underwear back on, he crawled back into bed and started to doze off feeling all the calories he had today still swirl in his belly.

Andrew dropped his practice pads on the floor next to the door, his football helmet rolling around while he sauntered to the kitchen looking for something to refuel. This summer had been a grueling few months of preparation for his first college football season but he was now in the best shape of his life. His sweaty undershirt stuck to his abs and pecs, showing off his newly defined and muscular torso. Pulling out the ingredients for a protein shake, he heard the television on in the living room. “Sounds like my lazy brother has been watching television all day again,” he thought to himself. Andrew and his twin brother Thomas had always both been athletic guys throughout high school, Andrew on the football team and Thomas a wrestler. Until graduation, the two would workout with each other all the time but after Thomas decided to not do wrestling in college he had begun to become more sedentary. At first it was just him missing an occasional workout but after Andrew had gotten busy with football it seemed like Thomas spent all his time on the couch. Andrew finished making his shake and sat down opposite of his brother who was sitting in a recliner shirtless watching some TV show. Andrew couldn’t help but notice how pudgy his brother had gotten: definitively not chubby but his stomach was no longer flat and had begun to have some softness. His chest and arms looked squishier than they did a month ago around the last time he went to the gym, but the still retained a beefy look from the muscle he still had.

“Yo, how was practice bro?” Thomas asked. “Sure you don’t wanna shower before hopping on the couch? I can smell you from here!” Thomas said with a chuckle. His belly had a slight jiggle to it as he laughed. “Fuck off, dude. At least I am sweating. Your lazy ass hasn’t gotten out of that recliner in a month!” Andrew retorted, standing up from the couch after downing his shake. “You’re getting a little big there, tubs.” As he walked past his twin, he gave him a nice slap on the belly and was surprised by the slight jiggle and recoil it had. His brother retaliated with a playful punch to the arm and said, “Hey, I’m just relaxing this summer I’ll get back into the swing of things in college, you’ll see.” They were both heading off to college in just two weeks, Andrew staying in state and Thomas leaving for a private school. As Andrew walked over to the stairs, he turned around and saw Thomas poking his soft gut. Suddenly he felt a little flustered for some reason. He had only felt this way when he occasionally caught glances of the big lineman on his team changing in the locker room but Thomas was his brother.

After he showered and got dressed, Andrew came back downstairs to find his brother standing in the kitchen with a tub of ice cream in hand. Thomas looked as if he had been digging into the quart for a while given the amount gone from the case and the messy dribbles of melted dairy on his chest. “I guess ice cream is the only thing that’ll get you off you ass, tubs!” Andrew teased as he walked towards his twin to grab a glass of water. “Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself, huh?” Thomas’ attention shot up to his brother and looked ashamed of himself. He hurriedly put the ice cream away and retorted, “Dude, I just got a little hungry don’t judge.” As Andrew passed by his gave Thomas’s side a little squeeze. “Hey bro, eat whatever you want,” Andrew said. “Just don’t blame me when you start to get truly fat. Those love handles are already coming in!” Andrew laughed while his brother looked at his side and checked out the new softness he was starting to get on his torso. It was interesting watching his brother notice the impact his new habits were having on his body. While he definitely wouldn’t admit it, Thomas looked like he was having fun poking and prodding his soft stomach. Andrew felt himself blush at the sight of it and even noticed his dick grow a little hard. He couldn’t help but feeling aroused from watching his twin grow.

The next two weeks before the brothers left for college went along about the same as that day: Andrew leaving for practice with Thomas on the couch. Each day, the football player would come home to his brother pigging out on something in the kitchen only to shamefully put it away. Andrew had to guess Thomas was headed to the grocery store daily with all of the brownies, cookies, cakes, and ice cream he seemed to be putting away. Every time he saw his brother stuffing his face his dick got harder than the last until eventually he found himself needing to rush upstairs to pound one off in the shower. It wasn’t helping Thomas rarely wore a shirt, his exposed torso constantly revealing the damage he’d done to himself over the summer. Andrew would see him play with his newly pudgy stomach and sides, experimenting with how much chub he could grab. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take of seeing his twin blow up, Thomas disappearing to college would definitely help him get over these feelings. Too often while jacking off to some porn his mind would wander, fantasizing about what his twin would look like with even more weight on him.

The night before Thomas was to move out, Andrew had a late craving for some food staying up later than he had due to a break before school started the next day. Walking slowly downstairs as to not wake anybody up he crept to the kitchen in just his underwear. Looking around the corner from the dark he stopped in shock and awe of the sight before him. In the kitchen stood Thomas standing in front of a pile of snacks and desserts, eating the last of his stockpile before he left for college. He was enjoying a plate of brownies at the moment, pushing them into his mouth while he chewed. It was clear he was enjoying himself and without the shame or embarrassment that he wore on his face when Andrew had previously spot him mid-binge. Part of Andrew wondered if Thomas had always pigged out like this and exercising so much helped keep the calories off or if this indulgence was something he had given in to recently. The more he watched the harder he grew and while his twin finished the brownies and started on some ice cream Andrew found himself playing with his now solid cock. The low light below the microwave was providing the perfect illumination of Thomas’s body, exaggerating every new curve on his figure. The more he ate the more distended his stomach became. Andrew could only imagine it wouldn’t be long until he looked like that normally, his puffy pecs resting on a well-stuffed gut.

His dick was more sensitive than ever, feeling every stroke as he continued to watch Thomas stuff his face. When his brother started to drain the melted quart into his mouth, Andrew gave into his urges and pulled the waistband of his underwear down to reveal his dick. Watching his twins throat gulp, he tried to keep the same rhythm on his shaft with long strokes. It felt so wrong to be lusting after his brother, especially in this way, but it was clear to Andrew that these urges wouldn’t be going away for a while. As a little bit of chocolate fudge ice cream dripped off Thomas’s chin so too did precum leak from Andrew’s cock, a foretelling of what might come next. Once Thomas switched to his last treat, a tray of cupcakes, Andrew was close to bursting one out in the hallway. As his twin continued to eat, he slunk back up the stairs and hurried to his bedroom to finish the job. All he could think about was Thomas standing in the kitchen stuffing his face but about one hundred pounds heavier. His mind wandered to sucking on those large tits and playing with his round gut, watching it bounce and jiggle from his hands. It didn’t take long for him to shoot across his chest and stomach, firing off one of the largest loads in his life. All he could do after was lay back and breathe heavily. He felt a little guilty for what he had just done and very relieved that Thomas was about to leave because of the shame he felt but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel the next time he’d see his brother he’d be much bigger.

Daniel wasn’t sure what had happened. He was drinking one of the beers his college roommate, Steven, had in his fridge when all the sudden he was on the ground and the beer was spilling on the floor. A little while later, Steven walked through the door. He had just come from the gym and his shirt was slung over his shoulder, letting his sweat covered abs and chest cool off. Steven saw the spilled beer and laughed. “I finally caught you, huh?” Steven asked as he picked Daniel off the ground. Daniel tried to say something but couldn’t get a work to come out. “Always drinking my beers and going through my stuff, serves you right. Don’t worry though, I’ve got plans for you.” He flung Daniel onto his bed and began to strip down. Steven slipped underwear off, revealing a large soft cock and two sweaty, hairy balls. He walked over to Daniel and picked him back up, now put his legs through him and pulled him up. Daniel was immediately hit by the stench of Stevens crotch, musk and sweat reeking off of his balls. He left every twitch of his dick and readjustment of his balls, plus a constant pressure in the back. When Steven walked to the mirror, Daniel realized what had happened: he had become Steven’s underwear.

As the weeks went on, Daniel had accepted his new life as Steven’s clothing. Daniel wore him everyday, to class, his research job, and the gym. The gym was usually the first place he got to see after Steven put his pants on in the morning besides when he was in the bathroom. It was always exciting to see his roommates sexy body in the gym mirror, especially the way Stevens bulge and ass looked in Daniel’s fabric. When the gym shorts went back on Daniel knew his favorite part was coming. The smell of Steven’s musky sweat had become almost a drug to Daniel, the closest thing he got to sexual pleasure. The feeling of Steven’s balls bouncing around inside of him during cardio was second to the pressure he felt during Steven’s squats due to his huge bubble butt. As Daniel become more wet through with sweat, the smell continued to intensify putting him into a state of euphoria for the rest of the workout. When the gym shorts finally came off, Daniel breathed in the fresh air and continued to ogle over Stevens body. He was almost drenched in sweat, making his fabric cling to Steven’s bulge beautifully. Steven put his pants back on and went home. Daniel knew the next day would be more of the same.

About 3 months after Daniel morphed into a pair of underwear, he started to see a change in Steven’s behavior. Where normally he wouldn’t see too much before Steven went to sleep, his old roommate had started to wear just his underwear more and more. That was when Daniel finally noticed something else, Steven was eating a huge amount after he worked out. He had bulked before, but he was eating much more than he ever had. Four or five to go boxes from the cafeteria would pile up on his desk each night, Steven enjoying all of it just wearing Daniel. After another month, Daniel could tell Steven had cut out cardio from his workout and was now only lifting. It was clear his lifestyle was starting to leave a mark. Steven was starting to lose his definition, transforming from toned to chunky as he filled out more and more. Daniel looked forward to the stuffings he would have after the workouts, especially as Steven had begun to get hard towards the end of them. Daniel loved the mixture of precum and sweat that would envelope him each night. Sometimes, if he was lucky, Steven would get himself full enough to blow a load right into Daniel coating his insides in a warm sticky goo.

After 3 more months, Steven had begun to look less muscular and more fat. The nightly feasts now lasted twice as long as his workouts and given the pies and cakes Steven had begun to sneak in, were probably three times as fattening. It wouldn’t be strange for Steven to only workout his legs and the go home to gorge himself with ice cream and cookies. Daniel could only watch as his roommate slowly expanded outwards, his gut now hanging over into Daniels view. The pounds Steven had put on were beginning to cause some problems for Daniel as the huge backside Steven was growing strained his fabric more and more. The chubiness of his thighs were stretching Daniel out as well and the growing fat pad was threatening to spill out of his cover. Daniel began to fear the worst, that his roommate would outgrow him and would put him aside to not be worn again. Having never been washed, Daniel was coated in an amalgamation of smells. From crusts of cum to sweat stains, Steven had kept Daniel filthy. The constant bombardment of musk kept Daniel barely lucid, lost in a euphoric dream of Steven’s pheromones. He could only wonder how long he could smell the stench of Steven before it disappeared forever.

One month later, Steven had finally reached 350 pounds on the scale. It had been a while since he had gone to the gym, now the hours he had spent working out were taken up by the extended feeding session he had each night. He would put down pounds of food after class, devouring four burgers, two pizzas, and two plates of pasta followed by an entire cake or pie. Daniel couldn’t see much from his position under Steven’s gut, but he didn’t mind. The sound of Steven taking bite after bite plus the stench of his body kept him entertained. Plus he knew he would get at least two new layers of cum to soak into his insides. One night, during Steven’s largest feeding Daniel felt strange. The pressure from containing Steven’s bloated backside had grown too much and he heard the beginning of a rip. With each movement, his roommate threatened to rip him in half. Finally, it happened. Both of Steven’s ass cheeks exploded out of the cage of Daniel’s fabric, ripping the underwear down the ass crack. Daniel felt a release of tension unlike any other as he felt his first orgasm since he transformed. Steven grunted, “Damn Daniel, you finally tore huh? Sounds like I’ve outgrown you then. But don’t worry, you’ll make a cum rag.” Daniel felt a rush of excitement. Rather than be tossed aside, he would get to be soaked in his roommates cum every day. The only worry Daniel had is what will happen when Steven can’t reach his dick anymore.

Colby and his client, Ty, looked down at the numbers on the scale Ty was standing on. Three hundred fifty pounds. In just three months, Ty had gained one hundred fifty pounds in muscle and chub, taking his build from muscled dad bod to overgrown lineman. He never thought he would get this big but his personal trainer Colby knew he’d turn out like this all along, after all he enabled it. It was instinct to him to give guys what they wanted. Colby charged premium rates but promised 100% satisfaction, from turning obese guys into body builders and out of shape frat guys into toned jocks. His favorite guys to coach are those who want to bulk up and gain weight, it was fun to watch his clients plump up at his direction. Usually guys wanted to put on more muscle than fat, but Colby always convinced them to swing the other way. When Ty walked into the door, he could tell the guy wanted to get huge. It’s in the way they walk into rooms, leading with their gut and moving their arms in stride. The biggest tell is a belly scratch, guys who weren’t afraid to show some gut and knew they had it always turned out the largest.

The day of the Colby met Ty, his potential client wore an ill-fitting shirt that left his treasure trail exposed. It was clear he needed to wear at least a large but Ty didn’t seem to care as he walked in with confidence. Colby saw him scratch his gut twice before he even asked a question; it was clear to him where this was headed. The two discussed for a while until Colby knew what he needed and walked him out while talking about the next session at a gym nearby. From the interview, Colby could tell Ty would be an interesting client. He had played baseball in college but fell out of it during senior year, putting on weight ever since. He said he was fine with the weight and didn’t mind it, thought people couldn’t notice. Ty mostly wanted to make his arms and chest larger but knew he needed to train his legs as well, dislike most cardio as well. When it came to his eating habits, Colby knew he could grow Ty to be massive when he heard about the pizza and fast food the guy was eating. It seemed like Ty was just one push in the right direction to becoming one his largest clients ever.

The first session, Colby just wanted to gauge where Ty was at with his fitness. As expected he was still fairly strong but had lost some of the proper form and technique. Ty also had less stamina, having to take longer breaks later in the session than usual for guys his age. However, Colby noted his client followed instructions to the letter and seemed rather self-disciplined. At the end of the session Ty told Colby he mostly was looking for a workout diet plan and could be interested in a few in person sessions but couldn’t afford more. From what the trainer had seen, he figured it would still be worthwhile. Once Ty was gone, Colby wrote out a proposed three month plan. He had a detailed workout plan ready but also a food schedule. Each morning, Ty was to have six eggs and a protein shake Colby would supply. He would then go to the gym and do his first workout before work. During work he needed to eat at least 1500 calories in snacks and lunch. When he got home, he would have another protein shake and head to the gym again for his second workout then come home to eat at least 1500 calories for dinner and never to skip dessert. In total, that should be about 5500 calories. On weekends he was expected to double meal sizes and do two times as long workouts. In addition, the pair would meet every two weeks for a total of six in person sessions so Colby could be sure to tweak the workout or diet plans.

Two weeks later, Ty returned for his second session with Colby. The shirt he was wearing now barely covered his belly button and his meaty pecs had begun to push out of it. He looked much stronger, his whole body filled out and his stomach beefy enough to support his gains. At the weights he was breaking every number from before. But it was only about 14 pounds. Colby knew guys with potential always start off slow, though. He did figure it might be time to up his calorie surplus, that would hurry good results along. Colby edited the meal plan to now have include a shake during lunch and two dinners every day, one close to bed to help pack on the pounds overnight. That would put him at 7800 calories a day. Ty kept to the schedule, working out and eating big each day. He claimed the shakes were delicious and could feel them making him bigger every time he had one; they especially made him hungrier from the appetite enhancer Colby added. By the third session Ty was up to 240 pounds, forty pounds heavier in 4 weeks. Ty had completely outgrown his wardrobe and had bought new clothes, but they were starting to become snug as well. His arms and chest had exploded with muscle and his thighs were looking strong but Ty had kept his distinctly pudgy look even with the muscle. His belly and butt had gotten the chunkiest. Every time Colby saw the guy his shirt didn’t cover his whole gut and his ass cheeks threatened to explode out of his shorts. Colby was happy with the progress, but when Ty asked how to grow even faster, Colby knew it was time to step up the progress. He asked Ty to double up on shakes and up his meal calories to 2000. That put him around 11,700 calories a day. In addition he was to workout three times a day and almost all day on weekends.

By the fourth session, Ty had ballooned outwards putting his weight at 280 after gaining 40 pounds in two weeks. This session, Colby saw the most amount change to Ty as he had filled out completely. He no longer had and definition to his muscle, it was all covered by a layer of chub but he looked strong. He had the beginnings to a power lifter build with a much bigger belly from all the food he was eating. To match his upper body, Ty’s midsection and ass had grown soft and round. His ball gut was only half covered by his XL shirt and his shorts had split down the middle during a squat. To Colby’s surprise, he was wearing a jock strap and the two mountains fat which spread apart revealed his pink hole made his dick perk right up. Ty continued to workout as if he hadn’t noticed, leaving his trainer in a hot mess. But Colby knew Ty wasn’t ready yet. At the end of the session Colby provided a new case of shakes, double the calories of the last ones. He instructed Ty to drink these instead and to now eat two lunches. 19,500 calories a day was a tall order but Colby knew his client would be up to the task. At this point Ty was either eating, working out, or sleeping. His voracious appetite had him snacking and munching constantly during work and after his long nightly workouts he sat on the couch and feasted all night.

By the fifth session, he had become completely unrecognizable. Now at 355 pounds, Ty had gained 75 pounds in two weeks alone. It was clear most of the weight was fat as Ty had now gone past power lifter and into muscle chub territory. The XXL shirt he had on barely covered a third of his gut and this new pair of shorts was ripped already. His gut had veered away from a hard ball gut and had gained a large overhang. His fat pad was obvious through his shorts and his thighs pushed together. His arms were the only noticeably strong part of his body as his muscular pecs were hidden under two mounds of dough. Between each set Ty ate a snack, Colby even feeding him a power bar or two while he was lifting. The whole session made the two incredibly horny, Ty getting off to his ever expanding body and the attention from Colby and Colby barely able to control himself around the client he had worked so hard to make huge. Before their last session, Colby decided to push Ty to the limit. He now wanted him to have three shakes at a time and eat at least 20,000 calories of food a day. 34,400 calories in a day meant Ty would barely have time to workout and Colby knew that. He even instructed Ty to take the two weeks off from work so he could focus on growing.

When Ty waddled in for their last session, it was clear the man had done nothing but gorge himself on food the last two weeks. The XXL shirt from two weeks go now was only able to cover his huge moobs and did a poor job at that. His thighs and ass exploded out of his shorts that were struggling to stay together. Only coming up two thirds of the way on his cheeks, his ass crack was visible for everyone to see and Colby noticed he must’ve no longer had underwear that fit. Colby doubted his client would’ve been able to get around so well if it wasn’t for all the strength training he had done. His belly was now the most dominant part of his body, dwarfing even his huge arms and chest. Expansive and soft, its overhang covered most of Ty’s crotch. Standing on the scale, the numbers read 500 pounds. The trainers cock hardened almost immediately, it was clear Ty was ready. The sixth session would be the best yet, something to celebrate the 300 pounds Ty had gained over twelve weeks. In the normal gym room was a bench press set up surrounded by tables of food. Colby lead Ty past the banquet in the room and sat him in on the bench. Colby rolled the first table over and began to feed Ty slowly, who indulged in Colby’s offering. From cakes to cheese steaks, all the food was special ordered to be as fattening as possible and Colby was going to put it to good use.

For the next 5 hours Colby fed Ty who never gave up pace. Once the last table was finished, Colby climbed off Ty’s enormous belly and assessed the damage. He had moved his obese client off the bench to make things easier, not that Ty even noticed he was too involved with the food constantly shoved in his mouth. The scale he had installed registered 550 pounds, meaning the beast had devoured 10 pounds of food an hour. Since Colby had started with Ty, the man had gained an average of 30 pounds a week but more importantly had completely destroyed his metabolism and gained one of the largest appetites Colby had ever seen. Over the course of their feeding, all of Ty’s clothes had been blown off his body by his inflated stomach leaving every roll of fat exposed to Colby’s eye. Ty moaned in the pleasure of his full stomach and then expressed his thanks to Colby. When his trainer asked for one last thing, Ty couldn’t help but say yes. Colby turned Ty onto his stomach giving him a perfect view of his chubby, expansive ass. Taking his dick out, he lubed up his client’s hole and began to pound the blubbery man. Each push into Ty’s tight ass felt heavenly and the sound of his body slapping into the two globes of fat pushed Colby closer to the edge. Seeing the state of the man in front of him and knowing he led Ty there on purpose was the hottest part of the experience. He knew this would only be the beginning for Ty.

From the start, Jake intended to get as much as possible from the two week cruise he and his team at work had been awarded for their sale numbers. By the first day he had tried everything on the expansive menu and made sure to eat a generous portion of the cake and appetizers at the party that night. His overindulgence had already begun to show with his distended stomach already threatening to burst one button in his shirt. By the end of the first week, Jake looked nearly unrecognizable after gaining close to one hundred pounds. His pudgy face had lost all of its previous definition and his body had become pillowy as a layer of chub had settled over his muscles. He constantly had two of the most fattening meals the cruise had to offer on hand and rarely left the dining room. This greedy behavior left him barely any clothing left that fit and his expanded midsection threatened to pop his last shirt open at any moment. Jake continued his never ending feast throughout the rest of the cruise, devouring more and more as time went on. By the time the ship was almost to port, the now huge man had worked his way up to 5 plates of food at a time, eating as many as 40 a day. The clothing he brought with him lay ruined in his suitcase, each pair of pants ripped down the cheeks from his massive ass and all of the buttons popped off of his shirts from his gluttonous gut. He had miraculously tripped he weight in two weeks, now weighing almost 525 pounds. His entire body was soft and jiggly, with rolls of fat covering each limb with a massive belly and tits to match. While eating mouthful after mouthful, Jake couldn’t help but wonder how they’d get him off the boat. The only idea he had was a cargo crane.

Growing up in a witches coven had never been the easiest experience for Cato. Most of his life had been spent catering to the elders every whim. It had made him an

adept warlock, but it had been one grueling task after another. The only requests he ever enjoyed taking were those where he could venture into the mortal plane. While the magic ingredient or wondrous item he had to retrieve would never catch his fancy, the men he could have at his fingertips did. For Cato, guys on apps were always easy pickings. He had a handsome face, a slim, muscular build, and the charms to woo any man he talked to on the app. Plus, the occasional spell never hurt.

Still, it never really mattered who it was to Cato. He could always find something attractive to focus on with every guy. The only problem he ever had was with peoples personalities. Usually hookups would go exceedingly well, he would show up at their place and show them the time of their lives with even the cooler men ending up their knees begging for more by the end of it. Sometimes though Cato go so repulsed by his hookup’s attitude his plans for the night change dramatically. Sex hexes are one of Cato’s specialties and he always knows exactly the spell to make sure douche bags and assholes get what they deserve.

In all honesty, Cato suspected his magic hijinks turned him on more than normal sex; something about watching his hookups begin to realize what he had done to them riled up his most primal desires. When he was especially horny, he made a point to find the douchiest guy on the app to teach a lesson. Whether it was covering their body in a forest of hair or taking away their hard-earned muscles, Cato always came the hardest when he watched the man he was with come to the realization they would have to now live with their new body. Most of them would start to cry and beg for their old lives back but Cato’s favorites were those who accepted and even enjoyed the change, so much so that they want another spell to be cast on them. He always made sure to get their numbers afterwards. He always put the same name in their phones: Merlin.

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After a long week of collecting things for the coven elders, Cato had built up quite the sex drive and was feeling almost ravenous for a mortal to play with later. He scrolled through his contact list but found no appeal in any of his pst suitors. After 2 or 3 hexes, he found that the men lost their appeal to him. No longer were they the arrogant men he loved to change but addicts chasing the explosive orgasm of their first transformation. Cato opened his dating app and began his hunt for a new toy, scrolling past the kind-looking, well meaning men he would hookup with normally and messaging only the most self-obsessed gym rats nearby. Finally it seems he struck a cord with one, their profile just a single picture of them shirtless in a mirror flexing their arms with a smug smirk.

“Cute pics, come over now and I’ll treat your tight butt and hole the way they were meant to be” the reply read to his simply “Hey” read. Cato left soon after he got the guys address, only to once again miss the bus. Public transport is especially hard when you’re used to teleporting around. While he was waiting a large man in too tight clothing sat down next to him. He usually liked to not draw attention to himself but Cato found it hard to keep from staring at the man’s exposed navel, shown off by the enormity of his gut underneath a shirt that might’ve fit 50 pounds ago. Unfazed by the attention, the man scratched his exposed belly and let out a burp. Cato saw he still had crumbs of food on his shirt and wagered he had stuffed himself very recently somewhere nearby.

The man was a sight to behold, confident in his gluttony and willing to show it off. Cato knew his type, it was easy to tell who are fat but and want to lose weight and those who want to get even bigger. Gainers were always fun to play with, especially ones who are want to experience the extremes even if it’s just temporary. When the next bus arrived, Cato sat close enough to continue to observe him. He couldn’t help but imagine how this man slowly became more and more obsessed with this erotic relationship with food, to the point where he began to show off how large he had become like a prized hog. Once he got off the bus he knew what was going to happen tonight: he was going to fatten up a new hog.

After finding the place and waiting a decent amount of time at the door, his hookup finally let him inside and greeted him. “My apartment is just upstairs, glad to get to see that nice ass in person,” he said with a smirk. “Hope you’re ready to get the best pounding of your life.” Cato could smell the spray deodorant coming off the man, barely masking the odor of someone who had just finished a long workout at the gym. He had to admit, the cocky man had a devilishly hot confidence to him that was supported by his muscular frame. His huge arms bulged out of his tight t-shirt which clung nicely to his meaty pecs. Standing a few inches taller than Cato, his strong torso was supported by two meaty thighs with an impressive bulge sitting in between being shown off by his sweatpants.

Before long the two were in their underwear on the man’s bed, making out and rubbing against each other. Cato slipped his hand into his underwear and held his hard, 7 inch cock in his hand, feeling thick veins running down the surface. In response to the gesture, the man pushed Cato’s head down to his underwear and said “Take a nice whiff. Smells good right?” It became clear these were the underwear he wore to the gym, they smelled like an addictive concoction of ripe sweat and musk. Biting the band of his underwear, Cato maneuvered the garment away from his dick and buried his his nose in the man’s crotch, unable to stop himself from moaning while the smelly wave of testosterone and pheromones rushed up his nostrils. The man slapped Cato’s forehead with his dick, signaling to Cato it needed attention.

He took the long shaft in his mouth and began to work his magic. His tongue flicked around the penis, feeling its veins and tasting the sweat and body odor from the man’s workout. It wasn’t long before the gym rat began to moan, forcing Cato to deep throat his cock. Cato continued the blow job for a while, alternating between a slow and a fast pace to keep his hookup on the edge of bursting down his throat but never taking a break. When it became obvious the man could barely take anymore, Cato sat up and licked the saliva off his mouth. There were some things he wanted to do to make this the most memorable orgasm of his life. “Want to eat my ass?” Cato asked confidently, noting the man’s ecstatic look as he shook his head so Cato would carry on. It was all going according to plan, soon the first part of the hex would be complete.

Cato positioned his bubble butt in the man’s face, rubbing it across his nose and stubbly chin. The man took a deep breath as Cato felt his tongue began to flick around his hole, pushing in barely giving Cato a taste of what’s to come. While the man was distracted by the ass in his face, Cato began to draw on his stomach the mark of gluttony. As his finger danced across the man’s torso, it left behind a black line that soon took shape as a boar inscribed in a ring of symbols. Once complete, it dissolved into his skin. All the while, the man had been performing the act that accounted for the second part of the hex. He had started to become slobbery, hungry for the hole in front of him and relentless with his tongue.

Cato shifted off of him, scared he might forget to come up for air. Usually the men he cast his spells on were not this affected, the man’s apparent affinity for magic would make this interesting. Already his bottom canines had started to protrude, a tell-tale sign the hex was about to be complete, with his deep breathes through his mouth leaving it open to inquiry. His eyes lusted over Cato’s body, portraying a primal instinct to fuck. Cato felt as if he was staring down a boar itself and it filled him with lust. The final pieces were about to be laid, after all the best way to tame a boar is to fatten it up. Cato squatted over the man’s dick and let it slide into his ass, choosing cowboy so he could have the best view of what’s to come. He began to bounce up in down, picking up pace quickly to get the man worked up faster. The man placed his hands on Cato’s torso and began to thrust in time with the bounce, grunting loudly as he railed Cato’s hole.

This action proceeded for a while, both of the men about to burst with ecstasy every time the man’s dick slammed into Cato’s ass. Still Cato payed attention to the man’s mouth, knowing the true show was only about to begin. Once he saw the man’s small tusks fully form, their enlarged size and pointy tips as giveaways to the man’s new boarish nature, he knew it was about time to let him feel the release. “Let’s hear you oink, hog,” Cato commanded devilishly over the man’s loud grunts. The man looked up at Cato, barely able to focus as his mind was fogged up by the rush of dopamine he was experiencing. Soon he seemed to understand what Cato said and let out three loud oinks in a row, each in time with a thrust. On the third oink, he shot an immense load up Cato’s ass, his dick pulsating in Cato’s hole like a vibrator.

At the same moment, Cato shot a load across the man’s torso and the faded sigil began to shine. The ritual was complete. At once the man’s body exploded with fat, coating his once muscular build in a layer of chub. If he was as susceptible to magic as Cato thought, there would be very little muscle left after the hex worked through. Very quickly his behemoth belly slammed into Cato’s body, resounding in a large smack from the force that almost knocked Cato off the few inches of penis that were left uncovered by the pillow of fat on the man’s crotch. His gut was tremendous and soft, giving in to Cato’s hand. He shook the globe sized paunch and watched as the swollen moobs sitting on top jiggled with it. His arms had gained a few inches in circumference but had completely lost any sign of definition; the man’s arms he worked hard for in the gym would only be able to lift food to his face now.

His face had become chubby and soft with a much more grown in beard, almost hiding his new double chin. His jaw itself had grown, now much more pronounced and larger than before and his nose had turned upwards slightly. His brow had protruded out which would have given him the look of a neanderthal had it not have been for his now visible tusks that rose just beyond his upper lip. The gym rat before him had fully transformed into the picture of gluttony: a fat hog with an enormous gut. As Cato continued to jiggle his gut, he began to slide up and down the man’s now 3 inch penis. The exhilaration of the transformation, the new sensitivity of his belly, and Cato’s incessant stimulation of his proved to be too much to handle and he soon came again, gasping for breath in between moans due to how out of shape he had become.

Cato got off the man and continued to play with the mountains of fat in front of him. “Hog, I think it’s about time for you to get fed,” Cato said. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry. How about I order some pizza.” The man had begun to drool at the sound of food, waiting for the opportunity to stuff his big belly to the brim. “Sounds amazing,” he responded still out of breath. Cato had a feeling the obese man before him was ride to grow to the extremes for him but fattening up his hog slow and steady seemed more fun as of now.

David had always had a fetish for jockstraps, there was just something about them that turned him on. While on the internet looking for new brands, he found an online group that sold used jockstraps and his mind began to fill with thoughts of wearing the jocks other men once had on, the potential intimacy of the act making him incredibly horny. He bought a pair from a user called “UsedStrapsNewYou” and patiently waited for them to arrive. When the package finally came, he rushed to open it up eager to put the new underwear on. Opening the bag they were in, he was immediately hit by a pungent, musky smell emanating from the jock. It was as if the previous owner worked out in these and never washed them, the stench of their sweaty crotch immortalized in the fabric. David soon found himself bringing the dirty underwear to his face and taking a deep whiff, his dick growing hard immediately from the smell of the cock and balls they once held.

“Your haircut says a lot about who you are; we make it say the right things” Read the sign for the new barber shop that opened up by some company called Big Pop’s. Liam was in desperate need for a haircut so he was eager to see if they were any good. His fiancé had been getting on him recently for not being as prepared as she was for the wedding. Because if this, he figured he could find a new barber and a after a friend recommended Big Pop’s he figured it would be a good place to start.

As he walked in, a large man greeted him from behind the desk. “Welcome to Big Pop’s, this your first time?” he said with a deep, bellowing voice. “What’s your name son?” Liam felt slightly intimidated by the guy, his booming voice matching his beefy, hairy body. Guys like him normally worked construction, not as barbers. “Yeah this is my first time, the name’s Liam,” Liam replied in a softer voice than usual. “Are you Big Pop?” he asked. “That’s me, the one and the only!” Big Pop responded with a chuckle. He stood up from the desk and Liam was able to fully see just how big he was. At least 6’8 and 420 pounds, Big Pop dwarfed Liam’s 5’11 and 175 pound frame. His gut looked as if he’d inflated a beach ball inside of it and it was barely contained in his shirt.

“Well Liam,” Big Pop spoke again as he started to walk towards the back. “I’ll be sure to give you a haircut I know you’ll love. Now do you want to come get comfortable back here and tell me about yourself?” he continued. Liam walked behind him into a room that looked standard for a barber shop. He was still in awe at the size of his barber who’s massive body jiggled with each step, almost placing Liam into a trance. Normally he found people, especially guys, of this size disgusting but something about Big Pop was almost enticing to him in a strange way. “Now come sit down here and I can get started,” Big Pop said, his loud voice shaking Liam out of his trance before he walked over and sat down.

“I usually decide how to cut my customers hair, is that alright?. Barbers can know ya better than ya self most of the time,” Big Pop said with a chuckle. Liam’s hair had begun to stand up on its ends as he stared into the mirror with the large man behind him, completely surrounding Liam’s silhouette. “Yeah that works for me,” Liam squeaked out in response. Soon the barber began to work his magic, sliding around Liam with grace he never would’ve expected from such a big man. Throughout the cut, his gut would rub against Liam sending shivers down his spine and into his dick. With each press of Big Pop’s belly into Liam’s back, his dick grew harder and harder. So distracted by the physical contact, Liam barely noticed his body slowly growing.

Soon the changes were being to stretch his clothes but Liam hadn’t noticed. Big Pop had gotten more and more sensual with his contact throughout the haircut, now being sure to give Liam massages if he had a free hand and occasionally placing his gut in his clients lap to reach over his front. It was clear Liam was enjoying all of it, completely enthralled with Big Pop’s body as his dick grew hard from the tension. By now his own gut had begun to stretch across his lap and his arms had gotten flabby. Big, chubby tits had replaced his once hard pecs and his face had gotten rounder. Most impressively, his thighs had grown incredibly fat and juicy and were beginning to threaten to split the fabric of his shorts. He had to have gained at least 100 pounds, At this point Big Pop was nearly finished with the haircut, opting to give the fatty in his barber chair a buzz cut for the summer heat.

As the last part of his hair was buzzed down, Liam’s body went through a rapid growth to end his transformation. “All done big man,” Big Pop said with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll like it, that’s the Big Pop guarantee!” Piling on another 75 pounds with the final stroke, the man burst out of his clothing in a spectacular fashion. A belly that was approaching the size of Big Pop’s had ruptured his t-shirt in multiple places causing the fabric to almost explode off his ballooning torso. His giant tits hung over his stomach like over filled water balloons that completed his equally enlarged arms which had once been toned and muscular. His thighs had now tripled in size and as thick as columns, barely being contained by his underwear. It was incredible how large they had become, all the muscle that he had worked hard to build had melted away into twice as much fat that jiggled as he stood up from the chair.

Unsure of how this transformation had happened, Liam could only stare into the mirror at his big, squishy new body. No longer did Big Pop’s silhouette engulf his, now the two were much closer in size. He could not even remember being muscular and fit anymore, just a huge, lazy ex jock who replaced working out with eating after college. He started to wonder what his fiancé would think about the change until he saw motion behind him in the mirror. Turning around he saw Big Pop’s pants belt undone and zipper down with a thick, veiny, rock hard cock staring back at him. “Now big guy, I’m gonna need somethin’ in exchange for your new look,” Big Pop said then started to stroke his huge penis. “I can’t take cash at the moment but I’m sure ya figure somethin’ out.” Liam barely thought about what he was doing and got on his knees, put his mouth around Big Pop’s dick, and began to suck. With his new body, he doubted his fiancé would want to continue on with the wedding and he wasn’t too upset, turns out dick is much more up his alley.

After Michael got back to his friends, they had all been drinking the same beer that had made him grow so big. As he encouraged his friends to drink up and get more of the fattening concoction, he took a special interest into his friend Jackson. He had always been a good workout buddy in the gym and was one of the few guys who could outpace Michael in drinking. Earlier that night, the two had a conversation about Michael not working out and how he was getting lazy. With Michael being as big as he was now, he was sure Jackson wouldn’t bother him about the gym now. While some of his friends got distracted with talking to each other or even giving Michael’s belly a good rub and asking how he’d gotten so big, Jackson was downing beers quickly and they had begun taking effect. While Michael scanned over his slowly expanding body, he noticed a glisten in Jackson’s eye like he knew what the beer would do to him.

As he chugged, Michael could see his gut and thighs get larger but especially his two pecs. After 4 beers since he had got back to the bathroom, Jackson had started getting soft and his once developed pecs were disappearing behind a layer of developing fat. Looking around, he noticed his friend David getting beefy and muscular and Patrick growing a gut like the guy he met in the bathroom. While they were becoming enticing, his focus was almost entirely on Jackson. Soon enough Michael made his way over to him, began to give him a shoulder massage, and encouraged him to keep drinking. After Jackson let out a loud burp, he cracked open the beer Michael brought over and drank even more. It was obvious the stuff was almost addictive to him; he simply couldn’t get enough.

Jackson continued to grow with the help of Michael who was now having trouble hiding how excited he was becoming at the sight of Jackson’s ongoing transformation. Something about watching the guy who had been nagging to him about not working out pack in the pounds was making him get incredibly turned on. At this point, Jackson had drank the same amount of beer as Michael had and he was still going. Now his gut had grown enough to have his stretched shirt expose his belly button and his shorts had ripped in the crotch from the size of his thighs. Most impressively were his moobs which were beginning to threaten his shirt even more than his belly. They were swollen and sensitive, almost the like pillowy melons he had stuffed in his shirt.

Michael took notice to how big his tits were getting and began to play with his nipples as he continued to help the guy guzzle beer, eager to see how big he could become. As he fondled his breasts, he began to notice Jackson grow almost enthralled especially when he would play with his engorged nipples. The now rotund man quickly finished the last of the beer is his orgasmic state, still growing from its effects. With the last drop down, Michael heard a huge rip as Jackson’s shirt split open in the chest and in spectacular fashion, his enormous moobs exploded outward. They jiggled vigorously, as if eager to be freed from the shirt and exposed to everyone, causing the tear in the shirt to continue down until soon his gut was released as well. Jackson stared down at his massive torso and smiled then released a large burp, the force of which caused his whole body to jiggle.

Michael couldn’t take anymore and began to suck on his nipples while pleasuring him underneath his belly. Jackson had completely given in to his new body, letting Michael explore as much as he wanted which was sending him to new heights of pleasure. Michael himself was enjoying the time of his life, erotically playing with Jackson’s fat body while teasing him about how fat he had become. The more he teased, the more Jackson looked like he was about to cum. Finally his dick shot a rope of cum while hidden under his huge belly. He moaned in delight fantasizing about doing this over and over again. He truly had become fatter and lazier than Michael would ever be.

O-Lyne Test Trials: Subjects Four Through Six

Starting Weights: 210 lbs, 175 lbs, 190 lbs

Starting Heights: 6’1”, 5’10”, 5’11”

Starting Body Fat Percentages: 22.1%, 14.6%, 19.1%

Experiment Design: The subjects will each be given 3 doses of O-Lyne across three months. They will be housed together and are expected to perform all activities together. Unlimited access to the facility’s dining hall and gym provided.

First Dose

Notes: Each of the subjects mostly gained muscle mass but their ratios between mass and fat were different. Number 4 gained the most muscle especially in their chest while Number 5 gained more fat, mostly in their stomach. Both grew an inch. Number 6 had gained slightly less than either of them though muscle in their legs and glutes while also getting 2 inches taller. Number 4 experienced the biggest boost in testosterone levels while Number 6 experienced the smallest.

Side Effects: Number 4 has experienced an increase in appetite and has added an additional meal in their diet.

Group Behavior: The group enjoys eating and working out together and tend to keep to themselves at night. Number 4 seems to be a dominating presence.

Weight: 245, 215, 210

Height: 6’2, 5’11”, 6’1”

BFP: 20.9%, 18.8%, 17.2%

Second Dose

Notes: The subjects each reacted to the second dose quite differently. Subject number 4 gained the most body mass in fat with some muscle as well as his stomach had extended out to match his muscular pecs. Number 5 had gained more muscle than fat surprisingly as his legs grew thicker and arms larger with their breasts growing plump as fat accumulated there. Number 6 gained equal muscle and fat getting beefy arms with large love handles to accompany them. Number 4 had gotten 2 inches taller while 5 and 6 got one. All three of their penises grew an inch.

Side Effects: All three of them experienced increased sex drives. Number 4’s appetite continued to get larger as he began eating double portions at each meal. Number 6 reported they were developing sensitivity in their breasts.

Group Behavior: The group spends a large portion of their time at the dining hall, especially due to Number 4’s large meals. Number 5 is occasionally seen massaging Number 6’s pectoral area to their pleasure during workouts. The group tends to self pleasure to pornography together at least once a night.

Weight: 300 lbs, 255 lbs, 260 lbs

Height: 6’4, 6,0”, 6’2”

BFP: 28.7%, 21.7%, 23.5%

Third Dose

Notes: The subjects all gained mostly body fat after the third dose, though there were varying ratios. Number 4 had grown even larger, getting a large belly that extended well past his squishy breasts that covered his massive chest. Their arms had grown decidedly bigger with a certain flabbiness disguising the strength underneath. Number 5’s thighs grew thicker and his stomach pudgier though his arms gained some muscle. Number 6 grew the least but their pecs and gut grew larger and their butt gained weight as it became a bubble butt with two globular cheeks with a hairy crack in between. Number 4 grew 3 inches taller while the other two subjects grew two inches. Number 4 and 5’s penises grew an inch longer.

Side Effects: Greatly increased sex drive between all three subjects. Number 4 and 6 appear to have developed sensitivity in their pecs. Number 4 and 5 both have increased appetites with both adding an additional meal. Strangely, Number 6 never experienced a stimulated appetite.

Group Behavior: The group now only does four activities-eat, sleep, workout, and have sex. Meals have now become feeding sessions for Number 4 as Number 5 enjoys seeing how much his peer can eat. At this point, Number 4 is able to devour triple portions of food a meal, spurred on by Number 5 shoving food down his throat. Workouts normally now break out into sex, especially between Number 4 and Number 6 as Number 4 enjoys to fuck his peer as he lifts. Number 5 mostly participates at night tag teaming 6 with 4 or being fucked by Number 4 as well. Interestingly, the most erotic moments for the group involve nipple play with Subjects 4 and 6 orgasming as Subject 5 sucks on their enlarged breasts. Subject 4 tends to dominate the other two in most regards.

Weight: 370 lbs, 320 lbs, 300 lbs

Height: 6’7”, 6’2”, 6’4”

BFP: 39.4%, 32.4%, 27.1%

Experiment Results

Net Muscle Mass: +60.6 +66.9 lbs, +65.1 lbs

Net Body Fat: +99.4 lbs, +78.1 lbs, +44.9 lbs

Evan was your classic frat guy in college, working out and partying most of the time. He had the body of every guy’s dreams with huge arms, a toned ass, and washboard abs. He was even lucky enough to score a good job out of college, landing a position at a consulting firm in a nearby city. Things were looking up for Evan but he knew he was going to miss the days of binge drinking and getting ripped with his buddies. At least he had met a workout buddy named Calvin at his job who cared about his physique as much as he did.

The two men would spend a fair amount of time after work in the gym, lifting weights and running on the treadmill. Afterwards, they would pick up food and devour it at one of their places sometimes racing to see who could finish first. Calvin reminded Evan of his friends from college and the two spent more and more time together as they both got settled into work. As they continued to workout together, Evan found himself doing cardio less and less, mostly sticking to the weights. He was seeing big improvements and with Calvin’s help, he had already smashed through his personal bests from college. Calvin had continued to stick to his normal workout routine but promised Evan cardio wasn’t necessary and he just liked to run.

In the office, the two had managed to get assigned to desks next to each other. The two were now the strongest men in the office and most people had begun to take notice. Often Evan would get compliments on his gains and how big he was getting, especially as his muscles started to strain against his shirt. Calvin would often come over and give his arms a squeeze, telling him he was looking huge and that he couldn’t wait to see how much he could lift in the gym. After workouts, Evan would almost always beat Calvin in finishing his food even after he started ordering more than his friend. Some days Calvin would let Evan eat some of his share, telling him he earned it and that he needed to feed his gains.

Overtime, Evan started to notice his gut getting larger and larger. After he stopped doing cardio he had started to lose definition in his abs but now he was starting to get a true belly. His newfound appetite had begun to seep out of his post workout meals and into his work life where he found himself enjoying large lunches and a few snacks throughout the day. He looked truly massive sitting at his desk even after he bought new clothes to accommodate his giant muscles and growing gut. Each morning Calvin would bring in donuts for the office, keeping an extra box hidden at his desk so he could give Evan them throughout the day, making sure to give his expanding midsection of few rubs as his friend ate.

The two still worked out together after work and Evan had become the largest guy at the gym. He constantly would spy Calvin drooling over him as he was doing squats and deadlifts, knowing that his friend was pushing him to become bigger and bigger while loving every second of his growth. The workouts were no longer what excited him the most now but rather the stuffing sessions that followed. Calvin had gotten Evan to the point where he would order multiple meals for dinner, letting his toned friend feed him burger after burger or burrito after burrito.

Over the course of their relationship, Calvin had molded Evan into an eating machine destined to get larger and larger. The rest of the coworkers who could remember old Evan still didn’t believe they transformation they had witnessed as the toned frat guy had turned into a huge bellied power lifter. Now his appetite wasn’t even trying to be hidden, as Calvin would bring in multiple boxes of donuts just to sit on Evan’s desk as he devoured them over the course of the day. Now that the two had moved in together, the stuffing only continued after work as Calvin made sure his massive companion always had something to eat and a protein shake to wash it down. Evan had become a monster and there was no turning back.

Starting Weight: 190 lbs

Starting Height: 6’0”

Starting Body Fat Percentage: 15.2%

Experiment Design: The subject will be given a four doses of O-Lyne over the course of four months. Unlimited access to dining hall and gym provided.

First Dose

Notes: Subject gained a hefty amount of muscle mass, most concentrated around their chest and arms. A gut formed from added body fat but is relatively small. Testosterone levels increased and subject grew a beard. Subject grew two inches in height.

Side Effects: None

Weight: 225 lbs

Height: 6’2”

BFP: 15.1%

Second Dose

Notes: Subject gained more muscle in their legs and glutes with their stomach growing larger and pecs growing softer as their body fat also increased. The arms remained firm and grew slightly. The subject grew two inches in height and their penis grew 1 inch along with their balls getting slightly larger.

Side Effects: Subject’s sex drive has increased and they have begun flirting with most staff. They prefer to remain shirtless. Appetite has increased to the need of an extra meal each day.

Weight: 270 lbs

Height: 6’4”

BFP: 20%

Third Dose

Notes: Subject has gained a large amount of body fat especially in their torso and legs. Their butt has doubled in size along with their gut as it now hangs off his abdomen over his waistline. Arms have gotten softer as well. Muscle mass increases were smaller and mostly in the chest and arms. Subject has grown another 2 inches in height and their penis has grown 1 inch as their balls continue to grow slowly.

Side Effect: Subject’s appetite has grown again and portion sizes have doubled. Sex drive has grown more and the subject self pleasures often even if staff are observing. Subject reported extra sensitivity around their stomach and enjoys rubbing it while shirtless.

Weight: 340 lbs

Height: 6’6”

BFP: 33.5%

Fourth Dose

Note: Subject has gained a large amount of body fat. Their stomach is expansive across their abdomen and drops down enough to obscure the base of their penis. Their pecs have become much more breast like, becoming soft and jiggly. Arms remain muscular but legs have become much larger and squishier with the added fat. Their two butt cheeks protrude from their back the same amount as their gut and shake as the subject walks. The subject has grown 4 inches in height and penis has grown 2 inches.

Side Effects: Subject eats five large meals a day and rarely stops snacking. The subject no longer goes to work out at the gym and spends their day eating, sleeping, and enjoying sexual activities. The subject seems to emit a pheromone which attracts others. Many staff members are known to have intercourse with the subject, all claiming to be entranced, and many feeding the subject while they do so.

Weight: 440lbs

Height: 6’10”

BFP: 45.2%

Experiment Results

Net Muscle: +75lbs

Net Body Fat: +170lbs