Murat

This is Brent. Brent is a pathetic gay "man", doing nothing but goon on gay porn.

Then one day, not so long ago, he fell into the straight porn rabbit hole. And it opened his eyes.

Deep down l've had strong feedee feelings for many years, but I only really started embracing it and actively gaining around the end of 2023.

I love the feeling of being stuffed, the fullness, the growing belly, and all the little changes that come with it. I'm still exploring and enjoying the journey at my own pace.

A few important things:

* Strictly heterosexual

* I speak English, French, and Spanish fluently

* DMs are closed for mens! If you're a woman 21+,Feel free to say hi, share encouragement, or just talk about food and gaining (as long as it's respectful)

I'll be posting progress pics, stuffing updates, belly pics, and random thoughts along the way.

If you're into feederism, gaining, or just like seeing a guy enjoy himself, you're in the right place

Excited to be here and can't wait to chat with some of you😊🍕

(2023/ 1 month ago)

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.

My favorite stories of yours are the ones where some poor guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up becoming a cocky bastard (Gridirion Brew, Make Sense, Gone Fishing).

So how about a story about a needy twink looking for a cocky, dominant top… and a poor, recently engaged guy — studious, respectfull, devoted to his beautiful fiancée, — who crosses paths with the wrong person at the wrong time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Adam slowly shut the door to his best man's room. “Drink some water before you pass out this time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” somebody groaned from inside. “You’re about to be someone’s husband and still sound like my mom.”

Adam shook his head, smiling as he headed toward the elevators. His bachelor party had turned into exactly what he expected: too much drinking, too much yelling, and the people he loved most acting like complete idiots together... He’d loved every second of it.

“Wouldn’t trade those idiots for anything,” Adam muttered as he stepped into the elevator, scrolling through reels Claire had sent him.

The doors had barely started closing before hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Wait! Hold it!”

“Got you.” Adam stuck his arm out automatically.

“Oh, thank god,” the stranger breathed, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Adam. “You seriously just saved my evening. I was starting to think I’d have to go upstairs alone.”

Adam laughed awkwardly, “I think you might’ve misunderstood something, I’m not looking for…”

“Shhhhh.” The guy stepped closer. “That’s okay. You’re gonna make me feel really fucking good tonight, stud.”

Adam blinked. “What?”

“Name's Nico,” he said lazily. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Before Adam could answer, Nico leaned forward and kissed him. Adam's hands came up to shove him away, but he froze.

“I… sorry, I think you got the wrong...”

Then Adam looked at him again, words catching in his throat. His eyes dropped to Nico’s ass in those tight black jeans.

"You like?"

“Oh...” Adam swallowed hard. “No, I... I shouldn’t…” His thoughts raced. “I’m not into guys. I’m getting married…”

“Mhm.” Nico stepped closer again. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Oh fuck…” Adam panted suddenly as his hand grabbed a fistful of Nico’s ass.

Nico smiled instantly. “There you go.”

Nico's hands slipped beneath Adam’s shirt, cool palms dragging over his stomach and chest before squeezing a growing pec. Adam’s breath caught instantly, the kiss turning rougher before he even realized it.

“Mmm… fuck,” Nico sighed against his mouth.

Adam groaned, fingers kneading the firm curve of Nico’s ass, while rough stubble grew along his jaw with every slow squeeze.

“You’re really into this now.”

“No… Nico, I can’t…” Adam broke away, face flushed, hands still on Nico's ass. “Jesus Christ… I’m getting married…”

“Shhhh.” Nico smirked, sliding his hands up Adam's shirt and through the hair spreading across his chest, “Oh my god,” Nico breathed. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Fuck…” Adam gripped his ass harder as nails scratched down his back. “I need dis…” The words hit his ears wrong. “No… what de hell...?”

"Follow me, big guy."

And he did. The second the elevator doors opened, Adam followed. Right to Nico's room. The guilt twisted hard through his stomach.

“Claire...” Adam shuddered. “Can never know... about dis… fuck… she can’t…”

"Oh she never will." Nico giggled and pulled Adam into his hotel room.

Clothes were quickly discarded and Adam groaned as Nico's smooth bare skin pressed against his increasingly bulkier, hairier, and sweatier form.

“Fuck…” Nico’s hands slid over the thickening muscle in Adam’s arms, “I needed a man like you tonight.” He buried his face against Adam’s increasingly hairier pit and inhaled. “Mmm… you smell incredible.”

With a grunt, he shoved Nico against a wall, hand wrapping around his bare ass. Warm skin flexed beneath his palm, impossibly soft without the denim in the way... smooth, firm, and perfect in a way Adam had never thought about another man's ass before.

“Oh fuck…” Adam groaned shakily against Nico’s throat. “Ya Allah… you're drivin' me crazy…”

Nico smiled lazily while grinding up against him. “Mmm. Been thinking about you fucking me since the elevator…”

The words hit Adam hard and Claire’s face flashed through his mind again... Unaware her fiancé was naked in a hotel room with another man. The guilt swelled, but Adam still shoved Nico onto the mattress.

“Yeah…” Adam breathed heavily. “You... like dis? You want dis?" Adam climbed over him, their eyes locking as dark brown rings spread slowly through Adam’s blue irises.

“Fuck…” Nico's hands slid across Adam’s sweaty, hairier pecs, “That’s it… come here, big guy…”

Nico shifted and rolled onto his front, raising his bare ass against Adam's throbbing cock. Adam’s breathing turned ragged, stomach twisting hard. He wasn't this kind of man... He was Claire's dependable fiancé. Her best friend. Her future husband... Not the man currently grinding his cheating cock against another man’s ass.

“Fuck…” Adam tightened his grip on Nico’s hips. “Dis isn’t me… 'uqsim, hadha lays 'ana." Adam froze... that language... he didn't...

"Huh? Wh... fuck... Wh-what did you say?" Nico smirked and looked over his shoulder, "Oh fuck..."

Adam felt it before he saw it. His cock throbbed and grew to a size beyond anything Adam ever possessed. His cock head emerging from a sheath of foreskin he knew shouldn't be there.

"Dere is no way..." He whispered, "It's so..." He moaned as he grew another inch, cock now pressing against Nico's tight entrance.

"Please... I need it." Nico begged, "It's all I need tonight."

Adam gasped suddenly as his pecs filled with muscle. And as they did, his new chest hairs suddenly curled longer and darkened toward black against his heavier muscle.

“Fuck…” Claire used to fall asleep with her head against his lean chest. But these heavier pecs were damp with sweat and dark curling hair now, nothing like the body she loved. “Ya Allah… look at dis… it just keeps gettin’ thicker…”

“Mmm…” Nico moaned, glancing back at him.

“Oh fuck… what’s dat smell?” Adam grimaced.

“That's… you big guy."

“Mustaheel…” Adam muttered, lifting an arm and grimacing at the thick musk clinging to his sweat-soaked, matted pit hair, “Y-you like dis…?”

"Fuck… yeah. Smell like a real man… mmm, so fucking hot…" Nico whimpered.

Adam shuddered hard at the words. Claire used to steal his hoodies because they smelled clean and comforting. She would’ve recoiled from this heavy masculine musk pouring off him now.

"You're perfect..." Nico groaned, pressing his ass against Adam's erection, "Just... fuck me already."

“Wallah…” Adam nearly obliged, but Claire’s smile flashed suddenly through his mind, "What de fuck is wrong wit me?”

He dragged a shaking hand through his hair, catching on something unfamiliar along his cheek. He touched his jaw again instinctively and recoiled. Stubble. Thick, perfect stubble. He'd always joke about never being able to grow a real beard. Claire always told him she loved his clean-shaven look.

"How de fuck....?" He watched as dark hair thickened across swelling forearms and olive blotches crept slowly over pale skin, "Wallah?"

The mirror caught him briefly and he froze. Damp blond hair darkened toward black while brown swallowed the blue in his eyes. Those eyes Claire adored. The hair she loved threading through her fingers.

"I... I want you inside me..." Nico moaned, "J-just..."

Adam looked down and back to the mirror. The man staring back at him still carried traces of Adam in places, but not enough. Not enough for his friends or best man to recognize him. Barely enough for Claire. Even his own mother would hesitate… And panic rose in his chest. He just wanted to go back downstairs, back to his friends, back to the man Claire loved, back to being Adam again. Because right now, Adam didn’t feel like Adam anymore.

He grunted suddenly before he could even process that thought. His cock leaked as a low groan vibrated deep through his chest before he could stop it.

“Ya Allah…” His rough hands spread Nico’s ass cheeks. “You’re gonna take all dis for me, yeah?” The words hadn’t felt chosen. Neither had the smug grin slowly pulling across his face while his heavier body settled more naturally over Nico.

“Mmm… there you are...” Nico whispered softly, sounding relieved.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he buried his cock deep into Nico's ass. The twink let out a choked cry, back arching sharply as he was impaled.

Thrust.

Dense muscle any gym bro would be proud of settled over him in all the right places. Stronger hands pinned Nico down instinctively while his pace roughened.

“Fuck… ya Allah…” He stared down at himself breathlessly. “Bro… look at dese… fuck… Havin’ a body like dis feels so fuckin' good…”

“Mmm… trust me...” Nico whimpered. “Feels even better underneath you.”

Thrust.

Warm olive swallowed the last pale traces across his skin while heavy musk and cheap cologne clung permanently to his body.

“Mmm… such a slut... for my scent.” He grunted.

“Fuck…” Nico whimpered. “I wanna bury my face in your pits so bad…”

Thrust.

The last traces of his old facial features disappeared forever behind the thick beard, dark brown eyes, and a permanent cocky grin devoid of his usual warmth.

“Mmm… dat’s right,” He smirked when Nico stared up at him breathlessly. “Keep lookin’ at me like dat while I fuck you…”

Thrust.

“Wh-what’s your name, big guy…?”

“Kareem,” he answered immediately.

“Mhmm… that name...is... always popular…”

“Den scream it for me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Kareem slapped Nico's jiggling ass, “Mmm… dat’s right, habibi… take it,” he groaned smugly, "Fuck... Dis hole was... made for my... fat Arab cock... wasn't it?"

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Kareem grunted, pace quickening. The engagement ring felt uncomfortable around his swollen finger, so he instinctively pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

“Mmm… fuckin' slut…” Kareem groaned, "Ya Allah… look at dis… all dis fuckin’ muscle… you fuckin' love it.” He slowed down, "You want me to finish?" He teased, "Want Kareem to fill you?"

"Pl-please..." Nico moaned into the mattress, "Kareem... oh fuck!"

"Ya Allah… you needed dis dick so bad.” Hands squeezing Nico’s hip harder. “Slut gets one real Arab guy smellin’ like dis on top of him and forgets his own name…”

"Kareem!" Nico moaned, "Kar... Kareem... oh fuck... please..."

Kareem buried himself deep inside Nico's ass, followed by a guttural roar as his cock erupted, flooding Nico's insides with thick, hot seed. 

"Take it all, bitch... fuckin' take it!" he growled, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

As the last pulses subsided, Kareem collapsed forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Nico. His softening cock still inside Nico. And Kareem's eyes closed.

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He woke slowly beneath tangled sheets, groaning as dense muscle shifted across his chest and arms. He scratched at the dark hair on his chest, his nose twitching at the scent of sweat, cologne... of him. For a few moments, he stared at his body, processing the sight.

“Ya Allah…” Kareem smirked to himself, “Dat twink ain’t ever recoverin’ from me…”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Nico glanced up from his phone. “Yeah... you're one of my best works yet...”

“What da fuck does dat mean?”

“Nothing.” Nico shrugged casually. “Anyway, you should leave... like now.” The words landed and the larger man froze.

Kareem blinked, sitting up slowly. “W-wait…” Uncertainty cracked faintly through the swagger for the first time. “Where do I go? What should I...?”

“Always the same questions.” Nico smirked, unable to recall the number of times he'd heard them, “I dunno. There’s a gym down the street? Download Grindr? Yeah... You’re hot. Someone’ll take you in.”

“Dat’s it?”

“I don’t really care.”

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Kareem stared in the mirror of a public restroom, wresting with the sense that he was supposed to be somewhere else doing something important. But without a phone, wallet, or anything else, he was lost.

But then he caught him. Some twink washing his hands, staring at him. And Kareem knew that look. The lust... A cocky grin spread across Kareem’s face.

“Mmm… you keep lookin’ at me like dat, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’.”

The guy flushed immediately. “S-sorry, I just…”

Kareem smiled lazily. Cute. Nervous. Kareem would have him wrapped around his finger easily.

John was the one who spotted the brass-lettered sign: Mercer & Quill — Fine Costumes for Gentlemen. “Fancy British clothes,” he said, pointing to the door with a grin. “We buy the outfits, take some ridiculous photos, and look like we belong here.” The others laughed, but a minute later they were stepping inside, into the smell of cedar, wool, polished wood, and old pipe smoke.

He was twenty-two, constantly anxious about fitting in, nervous about the costume party his friends were dragging him to, and the whole outfit felt ridiculous in his hands. The old shopkeeper only smiled when Chad asked if there was anything less intense. “That one chooses men who need to grow into it,” he said cryptically.

Now a regular occurrence, the strange phenomenon continues to spontaneously change people…

Simon Says — Frat Bro

Who doesn’t love a game of Simon Says? Even the hot dads at the backyard bbq are playing 😛

The new intern at the company organised a betting competition for the world cup. You're not into football but I will be nice to participate.

You tried watching a match but I was so boring.

You were really lucky with your bets and now you're number one on the company leaderboard. All your colleagues are impressed.

Winning felt so nice you decided to become more serious about your betting and to stop replying on luck. The match you watched that night was really good.

With your colleagues you decided to meet up and watch another match. You all bought football jersey, they look so nice.

Since you bought that jersey you're completely obsessed with football you try to watch all the matches and you always wear your jersey..

During the weekend you got a relooking to look like your favourite player. The football kit feels so nice.

At work you showed up in gear and so did your friends. It's so nice to have a crew.

The intern invited you in his new office. It's strange but you just want to obey what he's saying.

Thomas started working at the local supermarket to get money for his study. Uni is expensive after all. To help him start he was appointed to Liam. Liam worked here since two years.

Liam was really nice with Thomas. He explained everything and even gave him a tip to get more breaks : smoke. Because when you smoke your allowed to have a few more breaks.

Since Thomas didn't like the cigarette. Liam advised him to go buy an e cigarette after work. It taste way better..

A week after that Thomas went back to work with a new cut and more importantly an e cig. Liam was so proud of his colleague.

After three months Liam and Thomas became good friends. Thomas even spent half his salary on a proper kit. Because of this impulsive decision he started to do more hours. More hours working mean less to study.

Caleb was obsessed with fashion. He always followed the train. Always looked good.

He was really happy because he finally found the new sneakers everyone was talking about.

After wearing them a few times Caleb thought they'd look good with a tracksuit. Usually he didn't go out in tracksuit but this outfit was nice.

All these accessories were too much. Caleb wanted to have a more athletic look. It felt weird going out without accessories. But it felt nice.

Without thinking twice about it Caleb got a new haircut. It was not a trendy one but he had a weird feeling like he needed it.

After a few weeks, Cal brain was totally changed by the sneakers. He started going out in flashy tracksuit. People were looking at him but he didn't care.

He didn't like so much having a conversation with mormons so he told them that he was hurry to go home. The mormons smiled together and left Sam go away.

-Sure! We can talk tomorrow! -said one.

Sam started to walk fast ignoring the last words of the mormon dude. When he was near home he felt something strange irradiating from his shoulder to all over his body and started to feel sleepy and freezy all of the sudden.

He left the things at the kitchen and took a denim shirt to feel warmer and fell asleep on the couch. Suddenly his clothes started to change. He was in a deep sleep so he was not noticing what was happening. His jeans started to change to blue formal trousers, his white under shirt wasn't changing but it moves to get tucked into his trousers, his denim shirt started to change fabric and color, and started to buttoned all up itself, a name tag appeared from the chest pocket saying "Elder Bell" and his sleeves started to grow, a tie appeared around his neck and his hair started to get very combed.

Elder Bell felt nothing but he was dreaming about the things he wanted to do at the church with his new colleagues. It was a pleasant dream where he has ordered to dress like that 24/7 and have the power to convert other people to his new religion just by touching them and looking with excitement how the clothes of the new member starts to change into a well dressed snd presentable elder just to continue transforming other civilians.

Elder Bell woke up lightly from his nap and saw the same mormons of the park around the couch. They were smiling and looking pleased at their new member. The three of them were wearing the same blue tie.

-You woke up just in time! Elder Bell. -said one.

-Oh thank God you are here! I am ready to go to the church! I feel so happy with you here!

-That's good to hear, Elder Bell! Let's go then and say no more!

George, 50, and his son, Matt, 23, had just moved to a new town for George's work. He had just gotten a new job a year prior and quickly raised up the ranks and they wanted him to move away to their new branch, which he was happy to oblige.

The new town, Northbridge, was bustling with men in suits, posh little coffee shops and boutiques.

George had never felt more at home anywhere else.

Matt however, just hated the place, he thought everyone looked fake and almost creepy. He kept telling his dad this place was just like a cult, but George just brushed it off.

Matt was supposed to finish university back home, but now that they had just moved, he was supposed to start his final year again and finish at Northbridge University.

George was adamant that this was the best thing for him, as all Matt had done in his previous university was go out and party. There would be none of that here, George hoped that living in Northbridge would give Matt some new direction.

A week living in their new home, there was a knock at the door, and when Matt answered it was a man dressed in a butler's uniform who stated that he was here to make sure they were settling in well and to take Matt to university every day.

George mentioned how the company he works for sent him to make sure they settled in, but Matt just thought it was strange...

He was 23... he could make his own way to university. Not that he wanted to, but he could if he wanted....

Monday quickly came and their new butler, William, promptly knocked on the front door at 6:00, let himself in and marched straight to Matt's room.

"You're late." he yelled.

"Dude?! What?! Class doesn't even start until 10:00 why are you here?" Matt shouted back.

"I am here to take you to initiation. Get ready and meet me in the car in 15 minutes, or I will come drag you.

"Whatever man"

An awkward car ride later and William parks up at Northbridge University, and guides Matt over to the main hall where the assembly is for the new starters.

Matt looked around and saw how everyone looked the exact same, they all look like they came from money with a silver spoon in their mouth from birth.

Reluctantly, he walked into the assembly, sat down at the back and watched the head of the university speak about the values that this institution will instil into them, and how they will come out of here as the perfect Northbridge citizen.

After the longest hour of his life, Matt went to his first class. Not paying any attention to what was going on at all, just playing on his phone when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Another student in his class asked him why he wasn't paying attention to the professor, why he came unprepared and why he looked "like that?"

Matt completely flipped and started yelling at him until the professor got involved and dragged him out, demanding he went to the head's office.

Slouching in the chair opposite the head, Mr. Westport, Matt just looked around the room at all the pictures of golf teams, championship medals, and all the classes that came before him. And they all looked the same...

"Matt..." Mr. Westport said, "we can't be having this in our initiation can we?"

"Tell whoever that guy was, he started on me"

After a back and forth between the two for 5 minutes, Mr. Westport said he would send Matt home for the day but to return to his office first thing tomorrow morning, and not to try to avoid it because he had cleared it with William.

A massive eye roll crossed Matt's face as he went home, spent the rest of his day in his room, hearing his dad come home from work and talk to William about his day. He didn't even sound shocked, it was almost like he already knew...

Matt just ignored it and waited until the next day, William came storming in again, demanding him to hurry up and get to the car, expect this time was at 5:00.

Arriving at Mr. Westport's office, Matt waited in the reception while he saw Mr. Westport talking to someone on the phone, nodding and writing things down.

"Enter." his voice beckoned when he put the phone down.

Once again, Matt slouched in the chair, while Mr. Westport talked about how these actions will not be tolerated, and how George had given him permission to admit him into their barracks to live on campus for the semester.

"What??!" Matt exclaimed, visibly livid.

"It's not up for discussion, William will take you to your new room."

When he arrived he saw a note on his new pillow reading, "This is for your own good, we just want the best for you - Dad"

Who was 'we?' he thought. George had been a single dad since he was 12...

Before he had any more time to think, William left the room while another man came in and said, "Hello there, I am your mentor, Kyle, and roommate, a pleasure to meet you."

'Amazing...' Matt said to himself in his head, this guy looked just like the rest of them, polo shirt, posh trousers and the kind of hair that just makes you hate someone.

As the days pass by, Kyle stays at Matt's side all day, every day, escorting him to class, making sure he does his homework and making sure he goes to bed by curfew.

After two weeks pass, Kyle mentions how Mr. Westport would like to see him.

As Matt arrives, he still has the same attitude, careless and angry.

"Hmmm... it seems Kyle was right to inform me of this. No matter, I have the tools to deal with this. William. If you will."

Before he could even react, Matt felt something get placed over his head, his vision completely covered, his ears cushioned against something.

In a matter of seconds, lights came flashing onto the screen, low, calming waves played into his ears.

Pictures flooded his eyesight, men, dressed properly, smiling, perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect etiquette.

The calming waves soon turned into words:

Sink

Obey

Give in

Become one of us

You are one of us

A preppy boy is who you are meant to be

Seconds turned to minutes, Matt couldn't think for himself anymore... Did he even want to?

Mr. Westport removed the device from Matt's head just to tell him that George was exactly the same apparently, too headstrong, resisted the changes for weeks, until his boss, Kyle's father did to him what he was doing to Matt.

And with an evil smirk, he placed the device back onto Matt's expressionless face as it continued to take him deeper.

Matt was left there all night, images flashing in front of his eyes, words being etched into his brain.

When William came to collect him the next morning he carefully removed the device and told him that everything was going to be okay, how he was going to love his new life.

William guided a motionless Matt through the halls, into a large wardrobe and dressed him in his new attire.

Matt slightly smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.

With haste, William dragged Matt into the adjoining room, applied some gel to his hair and styled it the correct way.

Again, Matt slightly smiles as he sees what he is becoming.

Finally, he is escorted back to his room, where Kyle and Mr. Westport are waiting for him.

Mr. Westport walks up to him and whispers into his ear, "A preppy boy is a happy boy." Which causes Matt to shoot up to attention and greet him with a "Good morning Sir."

"Welcome to your room while you finish your studies with us Matt" Mr . Westport says, stroking Matt's cheek.

"Kyle here will be your partner from now on, you two will live together just as your fathers do. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir." They said in unison, as Mr. Westport leaves with William, the two are left on their own and immediately start filling their superior's orders without any hesitation.