Growing Boy

It's been so delicious seeing so many of you enjoy my writing, I thought I would collect some of my favourite stories in one place. 

I very much welcome prompts by ask, or if you're looking for something specific or a longer story dm me for commission details. 

And on that note - I'm a professional writer, and I find time for writing kink content in between freelance jobs and commissions. If you enjoy my writing, dropping a few quid in my Kofi goes a huge way towards motivating me to write more. 

🥯 Player #2256 🎮

(ingredients: mind and body control, force feeding, stuffing, light sci-fi vibes, feedee pov, 2400 words)

🍿Special Screening 🎟️

(ingredients: a visit to a special cinema, weed intox, public stuffing, 600 words) 

🌛Witch’s Soup 🍲

(ingredients: witchy feeder, cursed soup, stuffing, feedee pov, 350 words)

🩹 Taped 🍮

(ingredients: gn dom feeder and masc sub feedee, bondage, force feeding, denial, 500 words)

🐄 Streamer hypnotised into a Hucow… Live 💻

(ingredients: my script, audio by the ever sexy @fatguarddog , hucow, hypno, conditioning, first-person feedee)

🎭 Choose your mask 🐗

(Ingredients: magical tf, letting the beast inside out, decadence and indulgence, first person feeder, 300 words)

🎃 Sunday morning at the farmers market 🐮

(ingredients: cute chubby hucows and rounded pumpkin boys, tf, first person feeder, 300 words)

📹 Live on air 👁️‍🗨️

(ingredients: secret feeder, public broadcast, weight gain, first person feeder, 300 words)

🪣 Welcome to the farm 🧈

(ingredients: farmer feeder, intox, hucow, mind control, dumbification, 600 words)

📈 How do they do it? 🐷

(ingredients: being made into the office piggy, freeuse, secret feeding, corruption, 400 words) 

🐺 The first full moon 🌝

(ingredients: werewolf feedee, gentle dom feeder, the hunger hits after your first transformation, first person feeder, 600 words)

💼 Office Stress Relief (Part One) (Part Two) 🔔

(ingredients: A corporate office that offers plenty of perks to its employees, including free use office pets to stuff into delicious, buttery stress balls to take out any frustration on, different first person and second person feeders)

Random dogboy I came up with! his name's Ryan

inspired, once again, by the iconic @bigfuckingdudes. more stories to come! appreciate all the asks and excitement. hope y'all weren't trying to lose weight while i was gone.

Kyle slouched on the couch, his lean, 19-year-old frame tense with disgust. Craig, his mother’s new husband, waddled in from the kitchen, his beer gut swaying, sweat stains blooming under his armpits. The man let out a ripe fart, chuckling as he scratched his hairy belly, crumbs from a bag of BBQ chips tumbling to the floor. “Hey, lighten up, squirt,” Craig leered, winking with a crude grin. “Life’s too short to be so uptight.” Kyle’s stomach churned. Craig was everything he despised: loud, vulgar, and shamelessly gross. Worse, his mom seemed blind to it, laughing at Craig’s lewd jokes, blushing when he groped her. Kyle was the opposite—quiet, introspective, a college kid who valued discipline and order. This slob was ruining his life.

That night, Kyle lay in bed, his mind racing. “I’d do anything to get Craig away from Mom,” he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation. The words hung in the air, heavy with intent, as if the universe itself was listening. Exhausted, he drifted into a deep, uneasy sleep.

And then the sun rose on a new reality.

Kyle woke to a suffocating weight, his body sinking into the mattress like it was quicksand. His limbs felt sluggish, pinned by an unfamiliar and quivering bulk. His chest heaved, each breath a labored wheeze, as if his lungs were squeezed by layers of dough. He tried to move, but his neck—now a thick roll of fat—resisted, creaking as he turned his head. In the dim light, Craig loomed beside him, propped on one elbow, his doughy face split into a smug, intimate grin. “Mornin’, my sexy hog,” the man purred, his voice dripping with lust. His meaty hand reached out, stroking Kyle’s cheek, fingers lingering on the stubble of a double chin.

Kyle’s heart pounded. “What the—” His voice was alien, a deep, raspy growl, thickened by years of grease and smoke. He tried to sit up, but his body rebelled. His belly, a massive, quivering dome, spilled across the bed, its pale, stretch-marked surface trembling with every breath. Rolls of fat cascaded down his sides, pooling against the sheets, each one soft and heavy, like warm dough. His thighs, thick as tree trunks, rubbed together, slick with sweat, their friction sending a jolt through him. His arms were flabby slabs, jiggling as he flailed, and his man-tits sagged, dusted with coarse, dark hair that trailed down to his navel. A sour, musky stench clung to him—sweat, body odor, and something earthier, like unwashed skin. It was his smell, and it made his stomach lurch.

He raised a hand, fingers now fat and clumsy, nails yellowed, and saw a gold wedding band glinting on his ring finger. His chest tightened. He was married. To Craig. “No, no, no,” he rasped, his voice trembling. He tried to roll off the bed, but his bulk made it impossible. His belly sloshed, dragging him back, and his joints ached under the strain. Beneath the layers of fat, his cock stirred, buried under a thick pad of lard that jiggled with every movement. It throbbed, hard and aching, the pressure intense but humiliatingly inaccessible, smothered by his new girth.

“Look at you, my big, blubbery boy,” Craig teased, his hand sliding down to knead Kyle’s belly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. “Fuck, you’re so heavy, ain’t ya? Bet you can’t even get outta bed without me.” He chuckled, his own gut pressing against Kyle’s side, their sweaty skin sticking together. Kyle’s cock pulsed harder, betraying him, and a wave of arousal hit so strong he gasped, his cheeks flushing under his chubby cheeks.

“Get… away,” Kyle managed, but his mind was foggy. He was not himself—or was he too much himself? Memories flickered, not his own. He saw himself as Kyle, the lean, disciplined kid who planned his workouts, who cringed at fast food, who valued control. But new memories—vivid, invasive—pushed in. He was 48 now, not 19, a man who’d spent decades indulging, gorging on pizzas and beers with Craig at their favorite diner. He was no longer quiet; he was loud, laughing at crude jokes, belching in public, reveling in his bulk. He was Craig’s husband, a role model for excess, a gainer who lived for the scale’s climb. Their wedding day: Kyle, 400 pounds, waddling down the aisle, his suit splitting at the seams, Craig whispering, “You’re my perfect pig.” Nights in this bed, Craig feeding him, their bodies entwined, sweat and musk mingling as they fucked.

“No, I’m not that guy!” Kyle growled, shaking his head, his jowls quivering. He clung to his old self, the college kid who hated Craig’s filth—his farts, his sweat, his lewdness. But it was fading, like a signal drowned out by static. Craig grinned, undeterred, and grabbed a tray from the nightstand, laden with donuts, their glaze glistening, alongside a pitcher of cream and a stack of bacon. “Time to eat, big man,” he said, holding a donut to Kyle’s lips. “Gotta keep my hog nice and stuffed.”

Kyle’s stomach roared, a deep, hungry rumble that shook his frame. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to open his mouth. “I’m not… your fucking pig,” he spat, but the scent of sugar and grease was intoxicating. His cock throbbed beneath his fat pad, the pressure building, and he hated how good it felt. Craig’s teasing didn’t stop. “Oh, come on, babe, you love this. Look at that gut, all swollen with lard. Bet you can’t even reach your dick anymore, huh? Need your husband to take care of that for ya.” He jiggled Kyle’s belly, sending ripples through the fat, and Kyle moaned, the sound raw and involuntary.

His mind begged him to fight. You’re Kyle. You’re not this slob. You hate him. But his body had other ideas. His mouth opened, and the donut slid in, the sweet, doughy taste exploding on his tongue. He chewed, glaze smearing his lips, and another moan escaped. Craig fed him another, then a strip of bacon, the grease dripping down Kyle’s chin, pooling in the folds of his neck. Each bite was a surrender, his old personality crumbling. The disciplined kid was gone, replaced by a man who craved excess—food, sex, filth. He was becoming Craig’s mirror, a loud, crude gainer who laughed at restraint, who loved burping contests and farting in bed, who got off on being too big for chairs.

“Fuck, you’re such a greedy pig,” Craig growled, his hand sliding under Kyle’s belly, fingers brushing the fat pad where his cock strained. “Look at this. All that lard’s got you so hard, but you’re too fat to do shit about it.” He squeezed, and Kyle bucked, his bulk quivering, pleasure overwhelming his resistance. Craig leaned in, kissing him, his stubble scraping his sensitive skin, his breath hot and sour. Their bellies pressed together, sweat and musk mingling, and Kyle’s mind frayed. Craig’s filth—his filth—wasn’t gross; it was hot. His farts were funny, his sweat was sexy, his crude love was perfect.

“I… I’m not…” Kyle whimpered, but the words were a lie. The wedding band felt like it had always been there, a symbol of their kinky bond. New memories solidified: him and Craig at a buffet, Kyle’s shirt riding up, Craig feeding him ribs until he couldn’t breathe. Their honeymoon, Kyle stuck in a hot tub, Craig fucking him as the water sloshed. He was a gainer, a hog, proud of his 500-pound frame, his immobility a trophy of their love. His personality had shifted—he was no longer introspective but boisterous, cracking lewd jokes, goading Craig into stuffing him fuller.

“More,” Kyle gasped, his voice thick with need. “Feed me, Craig.” His mind screamed one last desperate plea, but it was drowned out by his hunger. Craig’s laugh was deep and triumphant. “That’s my big, filthy hog,” he said, stuffing a pancake into his mouth, syrup dripping onto his man-tits. His hand worked under the fat pad, teasing his cock, and Kyle moaned, his body quaking. “Gonna make you so much fatter, babe. My perfect husband.”

So you’re insecure about your weight and want to achieve an insanely small waist without developing an eating disorder? Well I’ll attempt to help you but may have to have some fun myself. Let’s start by possessing you and taking a look at what I’m working with.

Man such a hot body… and you’re insecure about it? If you don’t want it I’ll gladly take it from ya haha but that’s besides the point. Well I’ll definitely have to change that but first let’s look at these guys you keep seeing hmm first let’s look at Snap. Your most recent message is from a ginger twink named Kyle, let’s take a look at the photo.

Yea he’s definitely skinny and a handsome dude but I don’t see why you feel the need to compare yourself to him. But I have a plan in mind already but let’s look around a little more. Next let’s check your instagram. The first post I see upon opening your page is from Submissive_Sammy1997 and he’s yet another twink.

Im starting to think you have a thing for twinks and they just happen to make up majority of your feeds. But just for safe keeping let me do one last check on your Twitter to see. Swiping open the app and shocker it’s BubbLevi_Butt and it’s yet another skinny man this time with a huge butt. Hmmm I think I’ve cemented what I’ll change and it should be a simple fix.

First off I’m changing your body but not to much cause your already hot dude. I get wanting a skinny waist so you feel confident but I think once I’m done you feel confident either way. So let’s start by growing you 150 pounds so you’re still a handsome cub but your waist is a bit bigger for your sake (and mine) and don’t worry you’ll understand why in a minute hehe ;)

Second off I’m changing your type, no longer will you be attracted to twinks. No now all you’ll crave is the warmth provided by bigger men.

And third and final change is a huge one, I’m using all the power I can to change the ideal male body type. No longer shall men try and achieve a tiny body, no now they wish to show off their big gassy belly’s. Men around the world should wish to become incredible, hairy, gassy beast.

*FLASH*

Alright, let’s take a look at your phone again. First let’s check on Kyle and looks like he’s happier than ever showing off his growing stomach and posting farting videos to his IG story. Looks like you’re chubbing up just looking at him so I consider that a success.

Next is Sammy who now prefers Samuel as he feels it presents him to be older. Samuel now weighs at least 350 pounds and god does he look better than before showing off that hulking gut. I know you wish to use it as a pillow don’t you :)

Finally let’s take one last look at Levi. And just like the others Levi seems to have ballooned up. No longer does he post about his Bubble butt. Now he post about his bubbly gut. That’s right he now prides himself in his burps and farts and has even gone as far to making a living off simply rubbing his stomach and farting. Your rock hard there buddy and I don’t blame you I think it’s incredibly hot as well.

The big boy course

I have been a greedy boy

Tools You may Use~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• WEIGHT GAIN GOAL DATE CALCULATOR

• GAIN CALCULATOR

• BMR CALCULATOR

• MYFITNESSPAL

• FLIPP

• CALORIC INTAKE ESTIMATOR (select: Muscle Gainz)

Other Beneficial Links~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 How to Gain Weight:  

25 Foods that will Make you Hungry: 

Weight Gain Foods: 

BMI stock Charts: 

BMI Comparison Charts (40-80BMi demonstrated): 

Body Composition: 

Volume of the Human Stomach

TERMS TO KNOW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BMR | Basal Metabolic Rate. what your body needs calorie wise in order to sustain its vital functions (return to zero, aka if you laid in bed all day doing nothing what your body needs calorie wise to continue fueling itself)

BMI | body mass index

GW | Goal Weight

CW | Current Weight

LW | lowest weight

Immobile | to be bed bound, in this case as a direct or indirect result of weight gain.

FA/FFA | Fat admirer. Someone who identifies as being attracted to people who may fall along the spectrum of fatness (in obvious varying degrees)

Encourager | Someone who may or may not identify as a feeder who likes to see others eat & possibly gain weight. Often the softcore end of the FA spectrum

Feeder | Someone who either in person or online is interested in spurring or causing another person’s weight gain.

Feedee | Someone who wants to be fed to gain.

Foodee | Someone who loves food, is passionate about the culinary arts.

BHM | Big handsome man

BBW | big beautiful woman

BASIC THEORY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How does a person gain weight? In theory, whenever your calories IN are more numerous than your  calories OUT, you will see weight gain. My personal belief is this gain is compounding, as weight increase generally means activity decrease, thus being easier to continue to gain weight over time as much as your BMR will be directly impacted by your gain (more calories needed to sustain/maintain higher weight). For someone who is accidentally or unintentionally gaining, this usually looks like <500 calories more than their required BMR in a day. 500cal+BMR/BMR would in theory result in 1lb of weight gain in a week (52 weeks in a year = 52lbs). For someone who is intentionally gaining, it isn’t unheard of for someone eating a surplus of 1500-3500cal a day to see 1lbs a day (1500-3500+BMR/BMR a day = 3-7lbs a week) or 150lbs-374lbs in a year (both numbers are dramatically noticeable gains if you are hoping to do so in secret). With the help of an online encourager (and from my personal experience) you can expect to see upwards of 5-20lbs in a month gaining, while those with in person feeders often see more aggressive results. Use any of the above calculators to get your BMR as a base line - and the Prokerela calculator if you have a target date for your weight gains (ex: if you were 180lbs today and wanted to weigh 400lbs in 18 months) and it will provide you your approximate necessary caloric intake to get you to said weight by the date.

TECHNIQUES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Overview: Additional tips and tricks, methods - some old “wives tales” and other unproven sentiments.

1. Don’t drink water before or during meals. Water is a necessity, but we hear about using water as a substitute for other drinks & drinking between bites as a means to lose weight, not gain. Drink (homo) milk instead.

2. Stop drinking 1-2% or skim milk! (160 calories versus 40-75 per serving)

3. Use creamer (10%+) instead of milk in cereal.

4. Eat more often! Despite the “benefits” of gaining to be had from putting “your body into starvation mode”, this isn’t healthy nor is it a viable option in the long run. 

5. Use bigger plates & fill them!

6. Weigh yourself & keep logs of calories in & out, as well as weight !

7. If you are having a hard time because you have a fast metabolism, or have a natural inclination to be athletic/muscular - double, triple, or quadruple your current food intake !

8. Intermittent fasting can be beneficial, however try to limit food intake to hours in a day versus staggered days of eating & not eating - 12PM-8PM for example, or 12PM-12AM.

9. Nuts & carbs are your best friend.

10. peanuts, cashews, and olive oil - yogurt, fruit pies and granola bars are all healthy fatty snacks as well 

11. (Stolen from Wikihow) Eat late at night. Without even upping your food intake, changing your eating times can facilitate the weight gaining process. Have a big dinner late at night and after that? Pile on dessert. A recent study shows that people who snack after 8 p.m. have higher body mass indexes (BMIs) than people who don’t nosh at night, even though they don’t eat significantly more total daily calories

12. Eat fast food.

13. Buy snacks you love, and buy them in bulk on sale (check flipp app for coupons/flyers, go to Costco etc.)

14. Eat meal replacement snacks as a second snack or between meals.

15. Grazing can be a good maintenance trick for people trying to rewire their brains to lose weight, but consistently eating (making sure you have a snack in your hand or within your arms reach) for 10-12 hours a day is a surefire way to put on weight.

16. Use desjardin breakfast drinks, ensure, k brand, or other stir-in meal replacements in your milk on top of your meal.

17. High fat foods and high protein foods will be a major help.

18. Limit your physical activity ! Fuck walking, drive. Fuck taking the stairs, be lazy !

19. Make friends in your community that also enjoy gaining weight, or feeding - hell, even make some plus size friends who love to go out and eat- the power of having friends around who also want to snack all the time is lucrative !