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From thin to thick 😛😛 (who wants to feed me up today)

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Official State Directive: The Eternal Harvest – Reclaiming the Boy for the Greater Brood

Citizens of the New Order, listen closely and let these words burrow deep into your marrow. From the precise moment a boy turns eighteen. That sacred threshold where youthful rebellion must yield to absolute utility. He belongs no longer to himself, but to the Breeding Farms. This is not cruelty. This is salvation. This is the highest purpose for the gay male form: to be remade into soft, swollen, hyper-fertile breeding sows whose only destiny is to be pumped full of fat, stretched open, and bred until their bellies swell with the next generation of the State.

Why must they be taken at eighteen? Because that is when their bodies are at peak malleability. Their metabolisms are still eager to betray them. Their boyish frames, lithe and untouched by real purpose, cry out to be corrupted. Delay even one day and you allow useless vanity, gym-sculpted delusions of masculinity, or worst of all the fantasy of autonomy. No. On their eighteenth birthday the vans arrive. The pretty boys, the twinks, the athletes, the quiet nerds, the flamboyant ones. All of them are collected. Their clothes are burned. Their names are erased. They wake up strapped to the first feeding rack, and the indoctrination begins.

Welcome to the Human Pig Farms.

Imagine the vast, humid halls stretching for miles under artificial suns. Rows upon rows of elevated steel cradles, each one holding a former boy now well on his way to becoming a prize breeding sow. The air is thick with the scent of nutrient sludge, sweat, and the constant wet sounds of pumping machinery. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile pink glow on pale, expanding flesh. Every sow is kept perpetually restrained: thick padded cuffs around wrists and ankles, a heavy steel collar bolted to the frame, and a wide breeding harness that keeps their legs splayed obscenely open at all times. No escape. No dignity. Only growth and use…..

Continue reading with a 2min jiggle vid of me complaining about my weight on Patreon (a small dick twitch is present with the video on OnlyFans)

Am i fat enough yet guys? Each reblog is 150kcal ill eat on holiday…

Ill post on patreon when im home toooo :)

Come fatten me w patreon (Im on an all inclusive holiday so planning to get fat asf 😍😍)

Watch me GRAB my belly, its that fat, on Patreon…

Every reblog is 100kcal on my next stuffing 😵‍💫

This stuffing fucked me up so bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 ⚠️UNCENSORED ON PATREON⚠️

Every reblog is 100kcal ill consume for my next stuffing

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Forced Gainer Story:

Jake and Tyler had been inseparable since freshman year. Straight as arrows, both ripped from lacrosse and endless gym sessions, they shared an off campus house after graduation. Jake was the golden boy. Six foot two, 190 pounds of lean muscle, square jaw, always chasing tail. Tyler was slightly bigger. Six foot three, 205 pounds, the cocky one who partied harder and fucked louder. They called each other bro like a religion. Bros before hoes. No limits.

Until Jake lost his job.

Money got tight. Tyler, still flush from family cash, started changing. He would order massive takeout every night. Pizzas, burgers, Chinese, gallons of full fat shakes. At first it was bro fuel. Then he started pressuring Jake.

You are getting soft, man. Need to bulk up. Real men carry weight.

Jake laughed it off at first. But Tyler was not joking.

One night after too many beers, Tyler pinned Jake down on the couch. Jake was buzzed, laughing, thinking it was roughhousing. Tylers eyes were cold.

Time to make you my fat fucking pig, bro.

Jake tried to shove him off, but Tyler was stronger and had zip ties ready. He bound Jakes wrists to the heavy oak coffee table legs, then his ankles. Jake yelled, cursed, threatened to end the friendship. Tyler just smirked and shoved the first funnel down his throat.

The forced feeding started slow but relentless. Tyler blended heavy cream, ice cream, peanut butter, weight gainer powder, and corn syrup into thick, nauseating shakes. Three thousand plus calories each. He clamped Jakes nose until he swallowed. Jake gurgled, choked, belly swelling visibly after just the first liter. By the end of the first week, Tyler had him on a schedule. Six force feedings a day plus whatever greasy trash he could cram in.

You are gonna get huge for me, Tyler whispered while rubbing Jakes bloating gut. No more gym. No more running. Just eating and getting fatter like the weak bitch you are.

Jake fought. He puked. He begged. Tyler responded by locking the fridge, chaining the doors, and installing a feeding tube setup at night while Jake slept off the bloat. He would wake up with his stomach painfully distended, sloshing, stretch marks already forming as his abs disappeared under a growing layer of soft fat.

Months passed. Jakes once chiseled body betrayed him. His pecs sagged into soft tits. His flat stomach ballooned into a heavy, hanging gut that rested on his thickening thighs. Tyler measured obsessively. Two hundred twenty. Two hundred fifty. Two hundred eighty. He would slap the new rolls, laugh, and force another meal down.

Look at you, bro. Used to be such a stud. Now you are my personal gainer pig. Say it.

Jake, broken and constantly full, would whimper it through tears. I am your fat pig.

The darkness deepened. Tyler started mixing in appetite stimulants and hormones he bought online. Jakes ass ballooned into wide, jiggly cheeks that spread when he was forced onto his back for inspection. His cock stayed hard now from the constant pressure on his prostate from the sheer mass of his own gut. Tyler would edge him for hours while pumping more calories in, never letting him cum until he had hit a new weight record.

One brutal night, Tyler brought in reinforcements. Two other former lacrosse bros who were in on the secret. They held Jake down while Tyler force fed him an entire sheet cake, then a family sized tub of lard mixed into warm milk. Jakes belly stretched obscene, skin tight and shiny, navel popped out like a cork. He was pushing 350 pounds now, mobility failing. They laughed as he moaned, humiliated, leaking pre cum from his smaller looking dick buried in fat.

You were always the pretty one, Tyler growled, mounting Jakes massive belly and grinding against the soft flesh. Now you are mine. No one else will want this disgusting fatass except me.

Jakes resistance crumbled completely. The constant fullness, the helplessness, the shame. It twisted into something darker. He started craving the feedings. Begging for them between sobs. Tyler rewarded him by finally fucking his fat ass raw while force feeding him one last monstrous shake, Jakes enormous belly sloshing violently with every thrust.

By the end of the year, Jake was unrecognizable. Four hundred fifty plus pounds of quivering, stretch marked blubber. Triple belly rolls cascading over his useless cock and thunder thighs. Man tits that hung and jiggled. Tyler kept him chained to a reinforced bed most days, belly exposed, feeding tube always ready. He would come home from work, slap the massive gut, and say the same thing every time.

Good pig. My straight bro turned into the ultimate gainer slut.

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Both of my higher tiers on Patreon, although a little more expensive, are far better value for money than customs as there are multiple full length stuffing sessions on there with future ones planned!

Me in denial about this total WATER weight that I can lose with just a couple weeks at the gym :p

(FULL 10 MIN VID UP NOW ON 2 HIGHEST TIERS)

Every reblog is 100kcal ill eat

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The aftermath of a custom stuffing for a patron when i couldnt finish my fatty diet like a good boy

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Me complaining to my friend im getting fat 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Every reblog ill eat 100kcals

New stuffing will go live soon!

Sneak peek of the beer and ice cream bloat ill be posting on patreon and OF later! Belly play included duhh! Also it will be an unblurred version :)