Eat Up Bro!

Since graduation, the structure disappeared—no practice schedules, no early alarms, no coach reminding him what discipline felt like. Just long afternoons, open nights, and a world full of easy comforts that tasted too good to turn down. At first it was harmless: an extra snack on the drive home, late-night takeout with friends, one more treat tossed into the cart because he “deserved it.” But the habit grew quietly, day by day, until hunger stopped feeling like a signal and started feeling like a command.

Now he leans on the cart in the grocery aisle, shirt stretched tight over a soft, heavy fullness, surrounded by shelves that promise instant comfort. He tells himself he’ll only grab a few things, but his hands keep reaching, his eyes drifting to whatever looks richest, sweetest, easiest. There’s a strange calm in it—letting the craving decide, letting the warmth of being full wash over him, even when he knows he’ll regret it later.

Coach’s gloved finger tilting his chin up, making him face the truth he’s been trying not to notice—the way his once-snug singlet bites into his hips, the waistband rolled down because it won’t sit flat anymore, the soft curve of his stomach pushing forward where sharp abs used to be. He’s flushed, breath a little heavy, half-defiant and half-dazed, like he knows exactly how many late-night team dinners, post-practice milkshakes, and “just one more bite, champ” moments got him here… and how much he secretly liked every single one.

There’s something electric in the tension between them: the authority in the coach’s stare, the boy’s nervous grin, the awareness that his body’s been changing in front of everyone—thicker thighs, fuller chest, that teasing little belly peeking out when his gear rides up. It’s not just weight, it’s indulgence, praise, pressure, and temptation all wrapped together, the thrill of being watched as he grows softer, heavier, more spoiled by all the extra attention and treats he can’t seem to refuse.

Chase told himself it was just a clean bulk—extra shakes after leg day, double portions at team dinners, “fuel for gains,” nothing more. But somewhere between the second breakfast and the midnight fridge raids, the numbers on the scale kept climbing, the gym mirror stopped showing crisp lines and started showing that stubborn, rounded fullness pressing against his tank. Now he stands there in the kitchen, abs buried under a domed belly that strains his shirt, arms still thick and powerful, looking like a guy who chased size so hard he couldn’t stop.

He leans back with that half-dazed, half-smug look, rubbing his stomach like it’s a trophy and a warning at the same time. The bulk got out of control, sure—but he loves the heavy warmth of being stuffed, the way his muscles stay pumped while his waistline softens, the thrill of loosening his belt after another “post-workout meal” that turned into a feast. Every shake, every plate, every late-night snack became part of a ritual he can’t quite quit, a craving not just for growth but for that overfull, indulgent haze that makes him feel huge, powerful, and a little spoiled.

Had some fun drawing a sequence of a very hot guy bulking up and blowing up that I saw on here a few days ago. Haven’t colored it in yet or anything, but wanted to post it cause I thought it looked good!

Based off a Brandon Cody image, very proud of this one!

Both of these used a face redraw from @schizoidart on twitter. Also the wrestling singlet body is from a photo of @bigdew1 😊

This is a mix from a couple different artists/random photos, but I love the progression!

And finally, this is a progression draw based on some of my favorite anonymous images from Tumblr!

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Let me know what you think! In the coming weeks I may post more/write mini posts for all of these!

Golden Boy

Chapter 1: New In Town

Brady slowed his car as he pulled through the downtown area of Moore Gorge, trying to get his bearings for all that the little town had to offer.

He first spotted a quaint little coffee shop, its little sign hanging above the door read “Big Boy Coffee” with a cartoon image of a very round man with a donut stuffed in his mouth. He felt puzzled by the strange signage and name, but the hypnotizing smell of sugar and fresh bread wafting out of the shop made him forget his concern immediately.

Just across the street from that was one of those old boxcar diners, all chrome and checkerboard, it looked like the type of greasy spoon you could really pig out in. Brady’s mouth watered, he hadn’t eaten in a few hours, and with his appetite, it may as well have been a week ago that he ate his 6 egg and 3 bagel breakfast. He debated stopping at the diner, but knew he needed to make it to his apartment to meet the leasing agent first. Brady promised himself he’d be back as soon as he could, so that he could properly see what culinary delights this town had to offer!

Finally, as he left the main strip of buildings, he spotted where his new job would be. Biggs Insurance sat on the second floor of a mid-size brick building, right above what looked to be a small bakery with no signage aside from a little red outline of a bird with its beak open to the sky. With his insatiable sweet tooth, Brady was sure he’d thoroughly enjoy working above a bakery!

He’d been offered the job after a career fair that was hosted in his last semester of undergrad. Brady had just wrapped up his senior season of soccer, so he knew he probably needed to get serious about his future. The boss Tom Biggs seemed really nice, and although Brady had no desire to work in insurance, the job offered pretty great starting pay and tons of perks, plus a relocation fee and his first year of rent paid for. “Trust me son, there’ll be plenty of opportunity for growth! We’ll take real good care of you.” Tom had told him, with a smirk. He wasn’t sure why Tom had taken such a liking to him and offered him such a sweet deal, but Brady knew better than to turn down an opportunity like that. He’d be meeting Tom for orientation first thing Monday morning, and it being Sunday afternoon meant he had a little time to settle in.

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“Wow! This place is so fancy!” Brady exclaimed as he got out of his car at his new apartment complex. The building was made up of ornate red brick and looked like something out of a period drama.

As he stood, Brady stretched out his long and lean body, shaking off the stiffness of his 10 hour drive from his parent’s house. With his body fully extended, his shirt rode up exposing his tight six pack to the warm evening air. He smoothed his shirt back down over his stomach and juicy pecs, taking a moment to appreciate his body. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and looked in the reflection from his car window, the dashing and handsome face gazing back at him. His whole life, Brady had been known for his charming good looks, athletic figure, and massive appetite. His stomach rumbled suddenly, alerting the boy to the fact that he needed to eat soon.

Brady stepped into the front doors and was immediately taken aback by the overwhelming smell of baked goods. At the front desk sat a beautiful young woman with what looked like a freshly baked plate of cookies, Brady rubbed his flat stomach, eager to eat something in order to quiet his hunger. “You must be Mr. Gold, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Kennedy!”, the beautiful young woman said. “Hi! Yes, you can just call me Brady.” Kennedy smiled as she sized the young man up. “Let’s get going to your unit, Mr. Biggs made sure you got set up with a really roomy place. And please, help yourself to some cookies, consider them a little housewarming gift!” Brady took 4 cookies on a napkin, as he was never one to turn down free food, and followed Kennedy to his new apartment.

“I think you’re really gonna like it here, it’s known for being a great place to develop for young guys like you, you know.” Brady furrowed his brow, confused by what Kennedy meant. He hadn’t heard of Moore Gorge being a particular hotspot for post grad guys before, in fact he hadn’t heard of this city at all. “There are a ton of businesses in town which feed into large companies in bigger cities all over, there’s tons of room for growth.” Kennedy smirked as she mentioned growth. Brady wasn’t a very hard working boy outside of the soccer field, and didn’t have many career aspirations. But if moving up in a company meant more money, Brady was all for it!

His apartment was very spacious and beautifully decorated. With brick accent walls, large windows, and original wood flooring, Brady knew he’d be very comfortable here. “I’ll leave you to settle in Brady, just let me know if you need anything from me. Also, don’t be shocked if you get a few more housewarming presents in the form of baked goods, our residents are very generous and will take any opportunity to spoil a cutie like you.” With that, Kennedy turned and left with a flirty smile, leaving Brady alone in his new home.

Kennedy was nice and cute, Brady thought, but he had never been that attracted to girls, even pretty ones. While he never would admit it, Brady often found his eyes drifting to the guys on his old soccer team, their tight and toned bodies that looked so much like his own just made sense. He’d hooked up with a few guys but only had dated girls, he didn’t wanna rock the boat, and the girls he had dated knew how to satisfy him. His last girlfriend, Madison, had been fine but she had gotten too clingy and needy, so he’d dumped her towards the end of their senior year. Now a completely free man, Brady was hoping that there were some cute boys who’d be up for some down-low play.

He hadn’t realized it, but Kennedy had left the plate of cookies on his kitchen counter. He grabbed a couple more while he walked downstairs to grab his things. All of his belongings fit into three duffle bags, which he brought up very quickly. After eating almost all the cookies and packing his stuff away in the closet, Brady’s tummy was still rumbling, needing more than just sweets to fill it up. Brady grabbed his keys and headed to that diner he’d seen when he drove in, determined to get his fill.

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Minutes later, and practically starving, Brady pulled into the little diner. He knew, after finishing college, his appetite was in danger of becoming a problem. Unlimited dining hall food and catered team meals after every practice had kept Brady very well fed. That, along with intensive soccer training and his classic fast metabolism, meant that he kept trim and toned. During his summer before moving here, he had given his parents a run for their money with all the food he could take down in a day. Now, he worried that his appetite would outpace him and he’d end up starving, he hoped this town could keep up.

Brady walked in and his nose was immediately assaulted with the delicious greasy smell of burgers cooking on the grill and the sugary scent of milkshakes being mixed up. At the counter stood a cute young guy in an old fashioned soda jerk outfit. He had brown curly hair, beautiful green eyes, tanned skin, and a chiseled jawline. He could be a model… if it weren’t for the fact that he was practically bursting out of his uniform. Football shaped gaps in his white shirt revealed portions of his stuffed belly, while it seemed he had given up buttoning his too-tight pants some time ago. Brady couldn’t understand what had made the man so big, he looked like he had been athletic not too long ago. He couldn’t be older than 20, so he must’ve been stuffing himself silly since the moment he graduated high school!

“Welcome to Pop’s! What can I get started for you?”, the boy huffed as he handed a menu to Brady. “Uhhh, first time here, I guess I’ll just have whatever is most popular.” The big boy rounded the counter as he led Brady to a booth, he had a waddle to his walk that made it look like he was freshly stuffed. “Alright, I’ll put you down for one Buster Burger platter. But be warned it’s a pretty huge meal, I can barely even finish one!” The boy said while absentmindedly rubbing his overblown gut. “Oh I’ll be fine, I’ve got quite the appetite! By the way, the name’s Brady, I’m new in town.” Brady held his hand out to shake it. “I’m Owen, it’s nice to meet you Brady, that’ll be out in just a minute.” Owen sauntered away, and Brady couldn’t help but stare at the struggling seams of his pants, looking like they’d burst every time he shifted his legs.

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After spending a couple minutes checking his phone, texting his parents telling them he made it, he took a second to look around and take in the diner a bit more. It was decorated to look all retro and all of the waitstaff were wearing the same uniform as Owen. While no one was quite as big, almost all of the male waiters had some sort of belly pushing over the waistband of their pants. Brady took that as a sign that the food here was good, so good that the staff couldn’t help but fatten up on it! He of course would be fine, his fast metabolism burned fattening shit like this up in no time. Most of the customers also seemed completely engrossed in their meals, and Kennedy was right, there were a lot of guys that looked fresh out of highschool and college.

Soon enough, Owen came back out with a tray completely loaded with food, heading directly to Brady’s table. He huffed and puffed as he set down the big tray, looking somehow even more stuffed than when he came in, it looked as though he’d eaten a full meal in the back. “Bon appetite buddy, this stuff’ll fill you up real good!” Owen said with a smirk as he waddled away. Brady immediately dug in, he had been waiting for this since he first drove past the diner. He started with the triple cheeseburger that was topped with onion rings and bacon, shoving in a handful of fries between each bite. He was practically in heaven, plowing through the burger and fries before going to work on the basket of chicken fingers with cheese dipping sauce. Brady paused and burped, “UUUURRRRPPP” before absentmindedly rubbing his now slightly bloated stomach and continuing with his feast. Next up, he dug into a set of four hot dogs, topped with tons of fixings. Brady could barely fit them in his mouth, but he managed, and took them down in just a few minutes.

At this point he was slowing down, maybe Owen was right, it was too much for him. He was taking slow sips of the extra large vanilla milkshake that came with the meal, trying to take some deep breaths. But suddenly, his old competitive spirit took over, and he became determined to finish this mega meal. The final plate on the tray was a full quarter of a chocolate cake, it looked delicious and moist. Brady steeled himself as he picked up the fork and went to work on the huge hunk of chocolate cake. It took him a good 10 minutes, but he finally set the fork down after finishing the monster slice of cake.

Brady leaned back as far as he could, sticking his gut out trying to stretch it out to relieve the fullness. He was completely stuffed, it seemed like his appetite had finally met its match with the Buster Burger platter. He looked down to see his belly completely blown up, pushing a good 2 inches past the waistband of his size 28 jeans. Another burp forced its way out of him right as Owen sauntered back up to his table, “BBUUUURRRAAAPPP”. “Damn, nice one! Looks like you enjoyed yourself, you’ve got quite an appetite there.”, Owen said. “Huh, yeah I’m kind of a big eater. You weren’t kidding though, I’m stuffed!” Brady said as he rubbed his bloated tummy, trying to relieve some pressure. “Well that’s only one of our meals we offer here at Pop’s, there’s plenty more where that came from! I ate through the whole menu this past summer, and boy was it rewarding…” Owen trailed off as he looked off wistfully and rubbed his burgeoning belly. Brady understood where all that weight had come from, eating this food everyday was sure to blow anyone up! Brady thanked Owen as he got up to pay at the front, when Owen stopped him and said “Don’t worry about paying this time big boy, this meal is on the diner. It was payment enough to see you eat your fill, come back any time!” Owen said with a pat to Brady’s bloated belly.

Brady made it back to his new apartment, feeling stuffed and slow. He showered off and got into bed, marveling at how round his stomach looked. He had work first thing the next morning, so fairly early he drifted off to sleep with one hand rubbing his belly, hoping tomorrow would be less filling.

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“Bro I told you I could finish a whole pizza! You owe me $20!”

Will here has decided he’s gonna bulk, and I couldn’t be happier to help him out!

“Wait what? You’ll double it if I polish off another?! You’re on man!”