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Yes, I have been. I have been bigger than this, and smaller. My max weight at one time was around 320 pounds and my lightest like 165. So I guess I can do both 😂
This story contains rapid weight gain, inflation, popping, gore. So don’t read if you’re not into that kinda stuff 😈
Luke's eyelids fluttered open, heavy with disorientation, as the cold bite of metal restraints dug into his wrists and ankles. The air was thick with the musty scent of damp concrete and rust, the dim glow of a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the basement walls. Pipes dripped rhythmically in the distance, like a mocking heartbeat. He was strapped to a tilted metal table, his body already a testament to years of indulgence—280 pounds of soft, jiggling flesh. His gut hung heavy over his waistband, love handles spilling sideways, thighs rubbing together even in stillness. Moobs sagged like overripe fruit, nipples peeking through the stretched fabric of his shirt. Panic clawed at his throat. "What... where the fuck am I?" he muttered, straining against the bonds.
A low, rumbling chuckle echoed from the shadows, sending a chill down his spine. Out stepped a colossal figure: Jax, a roided-out bodybuilder whose physique was a masterpiece of sculpted power. Veins snaked like rivers over his tanned skin, biceps the size of melons, pecs shelf-like and glistening with a sheen of oil. He wore nothing but tight shorts that strained against his massive quads and the bulge of his arousal. Jax struck a double bicep pose, his arms exploding into peaks that could crush stone, lats flaring wide like wings. "Pathetic," he sneered, his voice deep and laced with venom. "Look at you, Luke—you fat, lazy slob. 280 pounds of pure weakness. Bet you can't even see your own dick anymore under all that blubber. Years of stuffing your face, skipping the gym, turning into this... this worthless pig. I'm ripped, strong, dominant. You're just a jelly-bellied joke."
Luke's face burned with humiliation, his heart pounding. "Who are you? Let me out of here, you psycho!"
Jax's lips curled into a sadistic grin. "I'm your wake-up call, piggy. But don't worry—I'm not letting you out. I'm making you bigger. Fatter. Until you're nothing but a blimp ready to burst." He circled the table like a predator, flexing his traps and delts, each muscle popping with intimidating definition. Luke couldn't help but stare, a twisted mix of fear and unwanted arousal stirring in his buried groin. Jax noticed, laughing cruelly. "Getting hard under all that fat? Disgusting. You're weak in every way."
With a flick of a switch, a machine in the corner hummed to life—a grotesque pump connected to a thick, flexible tube coiled on the floor. Jax grabbed the end, coating it liberally with lube, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He yanked Luke's pants down roughly, exposing the soft expanse of his ass and the fat pad swallowing his cock. Without ceremony, he shoved the tube deep inside, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from Luke. "No! Stop—ahh!"
The pump activated, and a torrent of warm, viscous slop surged through the tube, flooding Luke's insides like a river of molten lard. It was thick, cloying, laced with something chemical that made his body tingle unnaturally. Almost immediately, the swelling began—rapid, unrelenting. His gut ballooned outward, skin stretching taut as it inflated like a tire being overpumped. Thighs thickened, spreading wider until they pressed against the table's edges, love handles mushrooming into heavy rolls that quivered with each pulse. His moobs swelled into full, bouncing tits, nipples hardening painfully against the fabric. The scale embedded in the table groaned under the added weight: 300... 350... 400 pounds in mere minutes.
Jax watched with rapt fascination, his cock hardening visibly in his shorts. He flexed again, this time a most muscular pose, crab-like, every fiber exploding. "That's it, fatty. Balloon up for me. Look at that gut—it's huge now, jiggling like a waterbed. Thighs like tree trunks, but soft and useless. Love handles you could grab onto like handles on a fridge. And those tits? Ha! Bitch tits on a pig. You're so lazy, so weak— this is what happens to slobs like you. Keep growing, you pathetic blob."
Luke writhed, the pressure building to agony. "Please... it hurts... turn it off!" But Jax only ramped up the mockery, slapping Luke's swelling sides, watching the ripples cascade across his flesh. By 500 pounds, Luke's body was a sea of blubber, every movement sending waves through his form. At 600, it hit critical mass—his gut groaned deeply, like an overstrained ship hull, creaking noises emerging from the depths as skin pulled to its limits. Faint stretch marks began to appear, pink lines etching across the dome.
"You're a monster now, piggy," Jax taunted, his voice harsher, more biting. "600 pounds of pure lard. Weak, bloated, lazy fuck. Bet you couldn't even stand if I let you go—your legs would buckle under all that flab." He produced a small pill from his pocket, forcing it between Luke's lips and down his throat with a thumb pressed to his jaw. "Swallow, slob." Then, Jax hoisted himself onto the table's edge, his powerful hands sinking deep into the yielding fat of Luke's gut. He wobbled it side to side, shook it violently, massaged it in rough, kneading circles that sent jolts of pain through Luke's core. "Feel that reaction brewing? You're gonna blow up even more."
The pill ignited something infernal inside. Luke's body surged grotesquely, comically almost, like a balloon hooked to an air compressor. His belly expanded outward and upward, sides bloating into obscene orbs, thighs and ass inflating until the restraints bit deeper. Creaks turned to sharp snaps, his skin drum-tight, veins pulsing beneath. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, sweat cascading down his face, groans tearing from his throat. "Oh god... Jax, please! Help me! Make it stop—it hurts so fucking much!" He was begging now, voice cracking, nearly sobbing as the pressure mounted. Precum leaked steadily from his cock, buried miles deep in the fat pad, the arousal twisted with terror.
Stretch marks exploded around his belly button—fiery red at first, then bruising to deep purple, radiating like fractures in ice. The end was near; his body trembled on the brink.
The swelling paused momentarily, leaving Luke a panting wreck. Jax flexed triumphantly, his ripped physique a stark contrast to the blubber below. "Admire this, fatty—I'm a god, you're a blob." He climbed fully atop Luke's gut, the added weight eliciting louder creaks, like timber about to splinter. Straddling the massive dome, Jax freed his thick, throbbing cock and rammed it into Luke's mouth. "Choke on it, pig." He thrust savagely, face-fucking him with brutal force, then unleashed what felt like gallons of hot, thick cum, flooding Luke's throat and forcing him to gulp it down in desperate swallows.
The cum triggered the final wave. Luke's body grotesquely inflated once more, eyes bulging as if ready to pop from their sockets, veins throbbing like cables on his forehead and neck. Liquid—milky and pressurized—sprayed from his nipples in wild arcs, soaking the air. His belly button inverted with a slick, audible pop, shifting from deep innie to protruding outie, spraying more fluid in a futile attempt to vent the building catastrophe. Luke's hands, still bound, clenched into tight fists, knuckles whitening as he fought the inevitable, his body shaking violently.
He screamed around the remnants of Jax's cock, his buried dick erupting one last time with explosive force, cum blasting through layers of fat like a hidden volcano. In that final moment, Luke's eyes snapped open wide, locking onto Jax's cruel gaze—pleading, terrified, resigned. Jax leaned in close, his breath hot against Luke's face, and whispered with sadistic glee, "Pop, you fat fucking pig."
With a deafening, wet explosion, Luke's gut gave way. Flesh tore open in a gory cascade, viscera and slop erupting in a crimson torrent that painted the walls and ceiling. Chunks of fat and gore splattered everywhere, drenching Jax's sculpted body as he rode the wave, laughing maniacally, flexing his blood-smeared muscles over the ruined, deflated husk below.
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Haven't posted in a LONG time but just know that i'm 300lbs now and i'm going for more in 2026. Please enjoy this little clip of some public cardio to celebrate 🐷
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