24/7 Cranking that Hog

He starts off slow and subtle and innocent - throwing them an extra snack here, coaxing a dessert into them there. His own voracious appetite and love of stuffing himself draws in all the attention, his hefty portions so extravagant that it's easy for his feeders not to realize that their own plates have been stacked beyond the "norm." Before they know it, their clothes are getting tight, and that's when he really pounces on them. They've come this far already, why don't they keep going? Shoveling food into them himself while his fat gut pushes into their growing one, eating hearty meals together where he eggs them on to try and keep up.

They're spilling out of their old clothes by the time they amicably part ways, and like a predator he moves on to catch himself another.

Even the most staunch jocks, who pride themselves on their fitness and get off to the size difference between them and their feedees, all end up under his spell, before long finding their hard-earned abs giving way to a chubby paunch.

Every so often he'll host huge parties where his exes get to congegrate and compare gains, laughing with each other about the various ways he managed to drag them into gaining as they eat ravenously. Any skinny guys who find themselves attending end up having food pushed on them by men left and right until they're nice and bloated. The men treat it like a little prank, a one time thing that won't go any further, rather than just the beginning of their expansion.

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God, he pauses for a second and I figured he just needed to give his gravid body a break - I could feel how heavy his belly felt resting on my back, my children heavily active inside him; fucking me as hard as he was, as far along as he was, hasn't been easy on him lately, but he was determined not to let my hole go unfucked. He'd been especially rough today, almost like he was angry about something, and I loved every minute of it.

But he gives a small grunt, then a yell, and suddenly I panic.

"I think my water just broke," he says in a ragged, panting voice, but he half giggles as he says it, and when I turn to look at him he's looking back at me with a devilish grin. He flips me down onto my back, his pregnant belly looming over me, and brings my hand to it to feel.

"How long have you been in labor?"

"Ha! I've been having contractions on and off all week. Just wrote it off. You know I have a high pain to-"

He grunts again and I feel his belly tense beneath my fingers. I start to get up, but he immediately shoves me back down.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet. In fact," he unbuckles his strap and throws it at my face, "Go fetch me the big one." I gape at him, and he pushes his belly seductively against me. "Gonna stretch you out while your baby stretches me out. Sounds fair doesn't it?"

I begin to protest, but he interrupts me with another loud scream. He then glares at me with wild eyes.

"I didn't ask. Go get it."

I do as I'm told, weirdly turned on by the whole thing; when I come back he's doubled over panting, rubbing his belly, but the minute he looks at me it's that look that lets me know he's not going to stopped by something as insignificant as giving birth.

"Fuck, you really did fill me good, didn't you? Gonna return the favor. Now get your cute ass over here."

I shit talk about it sometimes but it really is fun threatening to put multiple babies in someone isn't it? That you're not just going to get them pregnant; you're going to make them stuffed to the brim, completely full of you. Two times the fun.