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Not gonna lie, I'm kinda pissed that Guzma only started wearing that shirt AFTER it got too small for him. I was gunning for it myself, but nOOooo... I'm surprised the balance board ain't broken yet, I swear to god it's supposed to have a weight limit.

I remember when I first discovered your art with your Naruto drawings a while ago, you have improved a lot and I love your art style 😚

And I would like to see how Naruto looks in your current way of drawing, only if you want it's just a suggestion, anyway, thanks for drawing such nice art 😊

Naruto using his shadow clones to eat as much as he can🍜

Thanks for following me all the way, and getting through those horrendous early drawings :)

ive literally been saying this

This tiktoker and former high school athlete admitted that he went from 75 kg to over 170 kg in less than 3 years.

He is only 21 years old. Telling his story with his weight, he said that he was very thin all his life and that he only gained weight in the last 3 years when he started working as a music producer and gave up football.

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Feederism Challenge Roulette

Pick your personal feederism challenge based on the first letter of your name. You're a hardcore piggy? Pick a second challenge based on the first letter of your last name as well!

A: All and any water you might drink for the next 3 days will be replaced by soda, milkshakes, and other high-caloric beverages

B: Go to Burger King and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

C: Chug 16oz/0.5l of heavy cream

D: Roll a dice, stuff yourself with 1,000x the eye count of calories (roll a 5 -> 5,000 calorie stuffing)

E: Eat until your snack cabinet is empty

F: Go to the store and fill your snack cabinet as full as you possibly can

G: Roll a dice and gain the eye count in pounds. You've got a week!

H: Share the hang, get on your hands and knees and show off how deep that belly of yours hangs

I: Time for inspection. Show off all the new grown folds and rolls you have recently discovered

J: Join the gain-train and put on 3 pounds by next week

K: Know your limit. But to know your limit you'll have to stuff yourself until you reach it first!

L: Lazy day. Take no more than 500 steps today. Preferably done on weekends.

M: Go to McDonald's and order 5 burgers, 2 sides and a 32oz/1l drink of your choice

N: No cumming until you've consumed 10,000 calories. You can take as much time as you need

O: Road to obesity. Your weight gain goal is increased by 25 pounds.

P: Pizza time! Eat 2 pizzas. One just isn't enough, is it?

Q: Eat 1,000x calories equal to your birth month. (June/6 -> 6,000 calories)

R: Rapid gain! Put on 5 pounds by next week

S: Time for the famous Sprite and banana bloating. Chug 48oz/1.5l of Sprite and eat 4 bananas. Let's stretch that stomach

T: Trouble getting up? Stuff yourself until you can't get up. Experience temporary immobility!

U: Ultra-Challenge. Do the feederism challenges for the second and third letter of your name

V: Visible changes. Keep stuffing yourself with at least 5,000 calories a day until someone comments on your weight gain

W: Weight update. Step onto the scale and share your current weight

X: Share your exhibitionism and show off your body with as little clothing as you're comfortable with

Y: Get heavy. Weigh yourself now and then stuff yourself until you're at least 6lbs/2.5kg heavier

Z: Zone out, grab snacks, edge yourself and cum once you're completely stuffed

Feel free to share proof of completing your challenge!

It’s my birthday!!🎂 🍰

Um hey what the fuck you guys i said DON'T-

(Alt version on my bluesky account ;) )

Sorry for gushing a little, but I just wanna say not only is your fat guy anatomy some of the best I've ever seen, but I love all the different poses and expressions as well! Also just....in general I love the small stories or blurbs and stuff that give so much depth, the worldbuilding with some of your stuff is amazing too, I love the fusion of art and writing (and also, love the themes that appeal to you - I'm a big fan of a lot of the sort of 'too fat', weight problem, addiction, excess, struggling with mobility etc etc stuff too) so....yeah, love all of it and just wanted to say keep it up! Also idk if you kept any of your stuff from your twitter, but I remember a sequence that was like....a super bottom heavy weight gain sequence? (I don't remember the chars name, sorry!) I think there was one in that series that also had a drawover of the skinny anatomy in there that I just absolutely loved? I hope that rings some bells :S Anyway, keep it up, your work is some of the best I've ever seen ^.^

Omg hi, I'm so so happy you think that 😭😭!!!! Ive checked on your gains every now and then for a couple years so it's really cool to see you!! I'm really happy you appreciate the little things I do 👉👈

As for the sequence, yeah I still got it, here you go!

I dont have the drawovers but I hope this suffices!

I absolutely love the detail in your writings especially your most recent with aether. I know you've mentioned aethers weight gain throughout each nation previously, but would it be possible to visually see how hes actually grown though his journey up to this point?

Thank you so much, and of course! Here's a very long and detailed look through Aether's weight gain journey while on his travels through Teyvat and all the things he's found out about these nations:

Before Teyvat:

Aether is a guy who's lived hundreds or even thousands of years traveling through different universes before descending into Teyvat and its nations.

His body has remained lean and greatly taken care of through decades, and he's never dealt with any issues regarding his weight throughout his long life.

When his twin sister was kidnapped by the Unknown God in the skies of Teyvat, Aether was forced down into its lands to begin his adventure in search of his sister.

But maybe he could've been luckier with the nation he woke up in first. Maybe, if it wasn't Mondstadt, his fate would've been different, but Aether stepped foot into the land of wind unaware of the transformation he would begin to go through from that point onwards.

Mondstadt (Before Teyvat):

Immediately, Aether realized this was unlike most previous worlds he had traveled to the moment he saw a carriage of struggling horses carrying a heavy breathing man of a size he had never seen someone before on his way to the Mondstadt capital.

His suspicions were quickly realized the moment he stepped foot into the city. Almost every man his eyes darted towards sported a stomach that had been let to expand without any care in the world, protruding and hanging way past their waistbands, stretching the fabric of their clothes to their limits.

But nothing could have prepared him for by far the largest person he had seen at that point; a jovial bard who went by the name of Venti.

The youthful looking bard could only be described as a mountain of flesh. His clothes had long given up, pale stomach fat spilling down from his ill-fitting tent-sized shirt to the ground, with rolls so swollen with fat it was hard to understand which part of his body was what.

Between shallow breaths and grunts of exertion, Venti sluggishly introduced Aether to Teyvat, and by extension, Mondstadt, the land of "freedom", manifested into a communal culture of hedonism where someone's weight represents their happiness and prosperity and not their health or self-control.

Aether was obviously still in shock for the first couple of hours, but... he didn't know what it was about the city, he quickly got used to everyone's appearance, and as days went by, wanted to try understanding their culture?

That was Aether's big mistake.

Kaeya, the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius who seemed to maintain a slimmer figure in comparison to most men in the city and had gotten to know the Traveler by now, smiled when Aether absentmindedly suggested joining one of the commonly held eating competitions in the Angel's Share tavern.

He didn't even realize it, but he was starting to eat a lot more than he usually did. His mission of finding any information about his lost sister went by smoothly thanks to the energy all those meals were giving him. Some might say it might've been too much energy, others will just say he was understanding what Mondstadt's culture was all about.

He got visibly chubby over the year he stayed there, that much was clear. Every man around him ate massive amounts of food, he didn't even realize how much he was eating himself since it still seemed like very little in comparison. But the mirror didn't lie, his figure had turned soft.

But it wasn't anything to worry about, right? I mean, it was only 60 extra pounds or so in a year, that's not too bad, and he can always lose it. There's a reason he's been able to stay thin for centuries!

He had more important things to worry about anyways, especially after having helped Mondstadt with their current crisis and gaining the title of regional hero, his sister was still missing! With Venti's advice, he began heading out to Liyue.

But not before stopping by to buy more food than he needed for the journey, "just in case".

Liyue (After Mondstadt):

He was surprised for a moment, Liyue was much, much different than Mondstadt.

Most men's weight was completely healthy! It became apparent to Aether he might have just happened to stumble upon the weirdest nation of all first. Whew, at least things are normal over here now!

There were still some exceptions, though. He met a friendly young man in his early 20s named Gaming whose weight couldn't really be glossed over, considering most Liyueans were of healthy sizes and he really stood out.

Aether never found a reason to bring up Gaming's size due to how many Mondstadtians of his size he had seen the whole previous year, something Gaming felt extremely grateful for, as everyone in his life kept telling him to lose weight, and they quickly became friends.

Thanks to Gaming, Aether was able to learn a great deal about Liyuean culture and customs.

For better or for worse, Aether's presence and in Gaming's life and lack of judgement alleviated some of the pressure he had to urgently lose weight, and he unconsciously began slowly giving into his cravings...

Aether's journey throughout Liyue went by smoothly, he just needed to meet the Geo Archon and... Oh my god, he died in the summoning ceremony? (referencing the events of the canon storyline)

Aether, with the extra padding he still needed some getting used to, pulled out his blade and extended his support for the Qixing in order to restore peace to the imminent threat to Liyue. And their plan was successful!

Having saved Liyue, he went out to meet the real Geo Archon, the dragon who forfeited his godhood and became a human, Zhongli. But no sight in Mondstadt, not even Venti's appearance, could have prepared him for Zhongli.

The ex-archon of Liyue's body was an expanse of several tons of shameless lard, covered in massive angry stretch marks. There was no need for clothing, one could not even tell what part of his body was what.

The dimly lit room he resided in was extremely humid, and Aether didn't know which of the several sounds that created an oppressive atmosphere in the air his ears wanted to focus on; The relentless, aggressive gurgling that rumbled throughout his whole stomach, or the heavy, shallow breaths and grunts from a permanently red-faced man, or perhaps the sounds of men dressed in formal clothes climbing through his glistening, swollen flesh to fill his mouth with as much food at a time as possible, accompanied by Zhongli's hopeless cries begging with his life for more if he spent any second doing anything other than chewing and swallowing, with a desperation Aether had never seen in his life.

Zhongli refused to speak to Aether, he could not afford the luxury of speaking anymore, uttering a word was done in life or death emergencies, like only to beg for more food, and he could not allow himself even two seconds not eating, he couldn't, because he committed the grave mistake of forfeiting his draconic body for a normal human's without taking into consideration the appetite he carried over from his dragon body.

Nothing in the world can make him feel full anymore, he is physically incapable of eating what he would normally eat as a dragon with a small mouth like a human's, and he has felt an unimaginable amount of pain the moment he turned into a human. The only way to even slightly alleviate the pain in his stomach was forcing himself to drown in food for the rest of his life, and this has done extreme damage to his body.

Zhongli lost the ability to walk merely a month into becoming a regular, thin male, and things just escalated from then on. Months later, and at an impossibly gigantic size, Zhongli still feels like he's starving to death, as if he had not eaten anything since he was born, but pausing even for a moment from eating sends sharp pains everywhere in his body, that's why he needs to be fed every waking moment for the rest of his life.

This was too much for Aether, he got out pinching his nose from the overpowering smell and rubbing his eyes to confirm what he had seen was real. He didn't even know humans could get that big.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have seen Zhongli at all, because he didn't even notice he was growing heavier as well in comparison anymore, and at a much faster rate now that his body started getting used to newer, more gluttonous eating habits.

With a properly fat body and an exposed stomach that was hard to miss, he made his way into his next stop; Inazuma, the land of thunder.

Inazuma (After Liyue):

Things were rough in Inazuma from the getgo. Aether, the savior hero from Mondstadt and Liyue, felt like he was now being watched constantly by the residents, who simply looked at him with curiosity instead of welcoming him to their nation.

It became apparent to Aether that being overweight was seen very negatively in Inazuma. Most men he saw on the streets were quite malnourished, and those who weren't spent all of their free time training together to become stronger soldiers for the nation.

But that was fine, he hadn't really put on that much weight since he left Mondstadt. If anything, he's sure he might've slimmed down a bit through his time at Liyue!

He expected to find a disturbing surprise like Zhongli in Inazuma, but he just... didn't. Men were all very conscious of their bodies, and had to follow the Raiden Shogun's mandate to prioritize their health for the good of their nation instead of indulging in selfish gluttony.

But Aether somehow managed to find ways to grow fatter even when food was harder to come by. His stomach had gotten used to his new diet, he simply had to eat something, what kind of famished, poor adventurer let's himself go hungry? It was considerably less than in Liyue, but his weight still shot up throughout his stance in Inazuma as he dealt with the nation's crisis and finally was able to reach the Electro Archon to seek her help in finding his lost sibling.

They never said anything to him about it, but some Inazumans envied Aether's carelesness for his body and how he was eating so freely he didn't even realize he had grown obese.

Sumeru (After Inazuma):

" *Huff* ... *Huff* ... *Huff...* ", the sound of huffing. Aether was very familiar with it from his first stop at Mondstadt, maybe he became too familiar with it, though, because he didn't realize it was coming from him this time around instead of others.

After leaving Inazuma, his next stop was the Sumerian rainforest, a hot and human tropical area, and most importantly, Sumeru city, where he'd hope to find the Dendro Archon in search of any crumbs of information about his twin.

He had to stop midway through Liyue for a couple of weeks to recover from Inazuma. Man, he just felt hungry all the time now, he hoped Sumeru had good food to offer, he would definitely not hold back as much as he did in Inazuma.

It had been a year and several months since he had last seen his good friend Gaming, and he couldn't wait to eat something together. And... well, it was apparent Gaming couldn't wait to eat in general.

Aether saw his friend sitting on the stone bench where they last ate dumplings together before Aether left Liyue, but his weight had clearly spiked up since last time. He had put on way over 200 pounds in the time Aether was away.

With a shirt that barely covered his belly and shorts that were torn at the seams, Gaming noticed Aether and got really flustered and anxious. He couldn't believe his friend was here to see things had gotten even worse.

"H-Hahh... hahh... A-Aether! Man... *wheeze* It's, been some time..." he muttered between shallow breaths. The extra weight had really started to take a toll on his energy.

"I-I'm... *huff* ... *huff* sorry for...this, haha..." He paused to breathe. "I g-guess old habits... *huff* d-die hard... am I right?". Gaming said in a joking voice.

All of his family members and neighbors were growing even more concerned at Gaming's inability to stop his weight gain. It had taken a very sudden, sharp spike in speed right after befriending Aether, and he was heading into a very specific path if he doesn't manage to change things before it's too late. He just felt extremely embarrassed, he knew Aether must've thought he's a helpless hog.

"So how's work been? Have you had the chance to escort any interesting people since I was gone? I still remember the story about that mother with the kids you told me last time, haha." Aether said, in a friendly tone that hit Gaming like a bullet.

He didn't comment anything about his appearance, he...really doesn't mind? His ripped clothes, his constant panting, the absurd size of his legs, he didn't even lay his eyes on them, he just wanted to talk to his friend.

"*Huff* Haha... I-I... I... You see... *Huff* M-Moving around too much... *Huff* Isn't... my thing anymore, haha... ahh.." He paused. "My boss... *Huff* He was... k-kind enough to hire me...as a stationary vigilant instead... So now... *wheeze* I just.. spend most of m-my days... sitting... hahahh..." Gaming admitted, and it was true.

He could still manage to get around, but he had gotten way too big to even think of leaving his village anymore. His legs could only handle very brief walks, making his job as an escort impossible. His boss felt great pity for Gaming, so instead of firing him he gave him some money to sit in one of the benches in the main plaza and told him he'd be a "vigilant".

"That sounds great, you must feel really lucky, eh? Not everyone gets paid for sitting around. It looks like things have improved a lot since we last met, I'm really happy." Aether said.

"H-Hahh..? *Huff* I-Improved...?" Gaming was taken aback by Aether's comment. Has his life improved? No way, everyone around him keeps yelling at him about how bad things are looking for him, why would Aether say that?

I mean... He's not totally wrong, I guess it's kind of nice that my job is just sitting around and enjoying the breeze every day... Some people would kill for that, wouldn't they?

And the food in the plaza is just so good too... Ever since I got this job, I've been able to eat so many delicious meals every day without having to move much anymore...

Gaming was deep in thought about Aether's words, by the time he had come back to his senses, he was already gone, he did mention he was going to Sumeru, right? He wished him safe travels.

On the chair Aether sat in, a very large lid had been left with a note. Gaming rocked his body back and forth and with a heavy grunt reached forward to read it.

"Hey, Gaming! If you're reading this, it means I managed to get away with dropping this letter off without you noticing. I'm still on my way to your village as I'm writing this, and I can't wait to see you again. I'd love to spend more time with you, but I need to head to Sumeru to continue my journey."

Gaming continued to read.

"By the way, I didn't really know how to tell you in person back then, but I thought I'd leave it here cause who knows when we'll see each other again. Well, here it goes... I think you're really cute, Gaming! I've been thinking about you many times throughout this past year, and I catch myself blushing more than I'd like. You've told me you don't like the way you look when we last talked, and I haven't wrapped my head around it since then, so I hope you're able to feel a little more confident with my words! Trust me, you'd be pretty popular with girls in Mondstadt!"

"You should open the lid now if you haven't already."

Gaming leaned forward and lifted the lid of the huge container on the chair. Suddenly, a large, extremely greasy cloud of steam fills the air around.

"You told me stuffed wontons were one of your favorite cheat foods, but that you tried to eat them as little as possible. Maybe you've changed that way of thinking, but why were you even thinking that? If you like something a lot you should enjoy it, no?"

"That's why I tried saving a lot of mora from my adventures throughout the year, and I got in contact with a nearby restaurant to start delivering them to you every morning, evening and night, every day!"

"To show my gratitude as your friend, I also asked them to try a different recipe I'm sure you'll love! I'm gonna read it out to you, I'm sure your mouth will start watering like it did for me!"

"Each wonton is stuffed with a mixture of ground pork belly and fatty duck liver mixed with a rich cream cheese base and caramelized onions cooked in grease with a hefty spoonful of sugar. The dough is kneaded with duck fat for a very rich, buttery casing, and each wonton is made to be thrice as large with generous stuffing. Then, they're all deep fried, not in oil, but on heavy pork fat to ensure a perfect, golden and crispy wonton. After frying, each one is dipped in batter made out of heavy cream, eggs and butter, then deep fried again to achieve a delicious golden crust. After the double fry, they're slathered in a sauce made from highly sweetened condensed milk and melted brown sugar for a caramel-like glaze. And to finish it off, they're served atop a bed of deep-fried pork cracklings, with a drizzle of melted cheese sauce."

"Haha, I only asked them to make sure they were tastier than the original version of the dish, but they really went all out! I guess that's a benefit of being the hero of Liyue..."

"Uhh, you might've realized the container is pretty huge and bursting with wontons. I only asked them for a medium one, considering you'll be getting them three times a day and were only meant as a snack, but the cooks insisted too much I just couldn't say no! So all of them come in family sized containers, I hope you don't mind too much!"

"I think that's all about that, oh right! It's not a one or two week thing, this will be going on for the whole year, tada!! I had to save up a lot of Mora for it, but I hope it shows how much I appreciate your friendship."

"- Aether"

Gaming sat in silence. He had no words. He just let his body move on its own and do what it felt it had to do.

He stuffed the first wonton of thousands to come into his mouth.

Aether set off, happy with leaving such a gift to his friend, and ready to move to the next point of his adventure.

What people said about Sumeru was right, the moment he stepped out the border of Liyue's mountains into the rainforest in the distance, he felt the rising heat and humidity in the air.

"Whew... Sumeru's scorching hot. I was starting to feel the heat in Liyue already, maybe it's just a climate thing." Aether told himself as he traversed the rainforest through the road to the city, reassuring himself that the constant sweatiness he was beginning to experience was something out of his control and not because of his obesity.

"Hey, at least some Sumerians are kind of chubby too", he thought the moment he reached Sumeru City, happy that things weren't as dire as back in Inazuma, though he still missed the atmosphere in Mondstadt a bit...

Unfortunately for Aether, Sumerian food was irresistible, he just didn't have a chance to fight back, immediately becoming addicted to their traditional foods... Butter chicken, samosas, gulab jamun, pan puri... it was all just so delicious.

He no longer had as many restraints as he did in Inazuma, so he just let himself go a concerning amount throughout the year. His journey through Sumeru was going decently, but it was clear things just... started to slow down a bit for Aether.

He just needed to pause to gorge on food all the time, his hunger just kept getting worse day by day. He never paid mind to it, though, being hungry means you need to eat, that's just how it works.

Not to mention, he was starting to struggle to run at all, he would immediately start sweating rivers and panting. Not to mention, it is quite the sight to see Aether's huge belly slosh around with any movement.

His appearance isn't something that can be glossed over anymore, he was actually starting to get seriously big, well into true morbid obesity.

His exposed torso did help with the Sumerian heat, but wow if it wasn't a display of obscene levels of fat. He was forced to take out he ornaments he wore on his chest since they dug into his skin painfully, leaving now the remains of a crop top which has riden up to only cover his shoulders, His massive moobs now on full display all the time.

Nobody wanted to point it out to him, but Aether now waddled instead of walked. His fat sloshed from side to side and bounced freely with each heavy step.

Tighnari offered some comments hidden as weight loss advice, but it went completely over Aether's head.

The only person with a peculiar reaction was Alhaitham. The stoic muscular man had been crucial to solving the crisis around Sumeru, and he surely took every possible opportunity to invite Aether for food every single time they bumped into eachother. Most of the times he wouldn't order anything for himself, or just a small salad, but he would pay for all of Aether's meals and always choose them for him.

Aether found this very kind of him! He also noticed he would take the menu card every time and read how many calories each item had, then always order the one with the highest count without fail! He was really grateful for all the food he has paid for him, but sometimes wished he would've stopped ordering more plates after he said he was already full and insist it was disrespectful not to accept a friend's gifts...

His time at Sumeru came out to be pretty enjoyable, he managed to get some new information about his sister. Weighing over 600 pounds and constantly wiping the sweat off his brow, Aether took a week long break to fully dedicate himself to eat as much as he could as a last goodbye to Sumeru before heading out to his next destination.

To Fontaine.

Fontaine (After Sumeru):

Fontaine is likely one of if not the most permanently life-altering nation in all of Teyvat. Not because of the views or the land's history, but because of beyond extreme obesity.

A nation completely overtaken by gluttony, where tens of thousands of men fatten up to the size of buildings, and one is only considered to be getting chubby after reaching a metric ton of fat.

Fontaine's history of mass extreme obesity is centuries old, and it has become completely irreversible.

On New Year's Eve, a very important chart for the people of Fontaine is updated; The Fontainian Weight Classes. A system which classifies the people of Fontaine into specific weight classes based on their weight and an analysis on the population.

A second chart is also updated on this day; The National Fontainian Average Weight, which year after year shows, like its name indicates, what is considered by the government to be the "average" weight of a "healthy" Fontainian person.

Unsurprisingly, this number has always gone up, the people of Fontaine get heavier and heavier on average year after year, but the chart has begun to show a spike in this number in the last decade.

When Aether first stepped into Teyvat 4 years ago, a healthy Fontainian male was considered to weigh 921 pounds. Currently, though, it has blown up to 980 pounds in a very short amount of time. Men grow more and more sedentary as machinery takes over any semblance of hard effort with time, resulting in progressively heavier people generation after generation.

Being extremely obese is just part of Fontaine's culture, as well as extreme hedonism, which is why almost every establishment in the capital city are massive restaurants. Feasting for hours every single day with family or friends is the national standard for everyone. People of Fontaine communicate through food more than words. You can't ask to talk to someone about anything without first inviting them to the nearest buffet, as it is incredibly rude, and you have to bring at least one cart of food if you're visiting someone.

Thanks to the centuries of adaptation to their extreme sizes, Fontainians are considerably much more mobile than any other nation's people. It takes the average man around 10,000 pounds of fat to finally lose the strength in his legs to stand up, but up to that point men will carry their blobby masses through the streets in slow, sluggish movements.

This results in... very interesting sights and sounds throughout the streets of Fontaine. Every single corner of the city is filled with struggling panting and wheezing of thousands of men simultaneously. Nonstop ear-shattering belches that can last a whole minute coming from dozens all the time, and the intense sounds of inner gurgling and groaning from from men's stomachs as they digest dozens of pounds of food they consume every day that drown out any conversation inside one could have in an interior.

Ventilation is a top priority in Fontaine. More than half the population of men sweat at least 100 liters a day, which is why Fontainian men's skin is always glistening, touching their flesh will drench your hand as if you put it into a bathtub of grease. Interiors need several ventilation windows and grates on all walls, otherwise the establishments will steam up very quickly and the humidity will quickly rise to over 95. In order to keep their gigantic bodies from overheating too much, they have to live with the permanent dampness in their whole bodies.

And how to forget Neuvillette, the Hydro Sovereign dragon who forfeited his draconic form to gain a human body, not knowing that each time it rained in the nation he would blow up in size due to a miscalculation. After 500 years, he has exploded to half the size of the capital city.

He can't feel his body, he can't see nor talk, the fat on his face weighs hundreds of tons on its own and there's only a small sliver for his mouth to breathe. He does not eat, the rain feeds him and makes his body expand further. He is able to telepathically communicate with the Melusines, who carry out giving out orders and updating Neuvillette on the current affairs of the nation.

He is the heaviest living being in the history of Teyvat, and his massive growth is becoming a political and geographical issue, since he is immortal and his body will some day cover tens of thousands of miles in every direction.

But long before that day comes, Fontainian's average weight will continue skyrocketing in the following decades, with 980 pounds going from the average healthy weight to the size of the most malnourished of the entire population. Men's bodies will continue breaking limits.

Fontainian researches have speculated that in the following years a massive increase in the average size will occur now that they've invented and globalized all the machines needed to take care of men of any size, allowing a larger percentage of the population to let themselves grow irreversibly massive. Twenty years from now, the healthiest light-weight size for men will have more than doubled, with 2300 pounds becoming that year's new health standard. People will physically be incapable of weighing less than 600 pounds, which will be considered an extremely concerning level of low body mass, and instead of the current 14% of men who've reached the immobility class, it will go up to 27%, making more than a quarter of men completely unable to move or feel their bodies anymore under tens of thousands of crushing pounds.

This is why stepping foot into a nation like Fontaine could cost you your life if you are not extremely careful.

Any person that travels to Fontaine will gain weight, without exception. Those who stay for a week will only come back home with a spare tire, but spending more than a month in there is a hard limit any adventurer sets for themselves.

The popular saying of "a pound gained in Fontaine is a pound maintained for life" in Teyvat is no exaggeration. Almost everyone who gained weight as a result of staying in Fontaine and returned home were never able to lose a pound for the rest of their lives. In many cases, Fontaine will have affected people to a point where even after leaving and never returning, they will continue growing fatter and fatter.

This happens to a point where a term was coined to describe it, "Adiposed fathers", as it almost exclusively applied to regular family men whose jobs had them stay at Fontaine for several months, returning with two or three hundred extra pounds of fat, but then their real growth will begin back home, as their obesity gradually worsens and they end up bedridden for the rest of their lives. This happens majorly in Liyuean and Sumerian families, as they dominate international trading and need a lot of people to deal with economic matters in Fontaine.

But those are uncommon cases, and most people will only go on to become moderately overweight after their visits to Fontaine, which is why Aether's extremely rapid growth is highly concerning.

Liney, one of the few Fontainians who could manage their weight and was much slimmer than Aether, was the first to greet him to Fontaine.

Aether had heard stories about Fontainian people, and how the absurd extremity of their mass obesity could never be understood until you've been there in person. He was very curious, he thought Mondstadt was already a crazily fat nation, but it turns out Fontaine makes even them look like a famished population.

All the rumors were true, Fontaine was genuinely insane. Aether had to cover his ears from the harsh cacophony of sounds coming from the streets until he got used to the noise. He didn't really have any words, he had seen "skinnier" Fontainians in other nations before, but watching the streets packed with thousands of panting men carrying thousands of heavy, sagging pounds on their bodies and dragging their spilling fat with sluggish waddles had him shocked.

But then he walked up to the nearest restaurant, and tried Fontainian food for the first time.

And any remaining semblance of the old, lean, health-conscious Aether before his descent to Teyvat vanished forever.

One week into settling into Fontaine, Aether had signed up for 11 different restaurants and buffets, which awarded him points and discounts for choosing to eat at their locations. He would rent self maneuvering robots to constantly bring him food while he was in his bedroom and not eating outside. He had fallen flat into the inescapable rabbit hole of Fontainian gluttony.

And he started to get big, really big. He gained over 100 pounds in just his first month, and each passing month he would progressively gain more than the last one as his stomach expanded and his sedentarism grew.

It was a vicious cycle. The people of Fontaine adored him, they saw his rapidly worsening obesity as a sign of respect and love for their culture and cuisine, and would invite him to meal after meal after meal, making Aether grow fatter and fatter and making the people more and more eager to keep increasing the amount of food for him to gorge on.

This would happen day after day for weeks and months, and by the time his yearly stance had finished, he was unrecognizable, weighing a staggering 3180 pounds.

He had long forfeited a semblance of clothes. partial nudity wasn't too uncommon in Fontaine, and he made use of super stretchy shorts and his old crop top which didn't do anything to cover his massive expansive flesh anymore. The people of Fontaine highly preferred this exposed look for him, as it showed just how much permanent damage the region had done to his body, and how even the mightiest heroes can't help themselves around Fontaine's cuisine.

He just struggled to move, his arms limited to a tiny range of motion as they lay spread open on top of his gigantic sagging moobs. His cellulite-ridden legs swollen with fat and a field of vision occupied by the massively protruding lard hanging off his torso.

His growth had been so sudden he lacked the agility Fontainians his size had grown up with, but thankfully for his great strength as an otherwordly traveler, he could still stand up moderately fine, whereas most other men from any other nation would have already collapsed under the crushing weight.

But it was over for Aether. Every pound gained in Fontaine is a pound forever maintained. The size he currently is will be the lightest he will be for the rest of his life, and he'll have to live life as a massively cumbersome pile of rolls exploding with lard forever.

A good ending for Aether would be for him to maintain his current size and prioritize his health now that he will finally leave Fontaine. He can still manage to live a relatively normal life albeit with extreme struggles everyday.

But that won't happen. Aether is too far gone. He is convinced he only gained 100 or 200 pounds during his stay at Fontaine and that he can lose weight once his adventure is done with. This is just the start of his spiral into levels of extreme obesity nobody had ever expected him to reach.

SONA ALERT

I've been working on a personal sona for this blog for the past week or so, and while I haven't drawn him fat yet, you see what blog this is post is on, and you can join the dots yourself ;) (chain brush)

PROLOGUE:

Our family isn’t too big. Ever since my grandparents moved to their cottage by the lake, It's just been the three of us. I don't even bring my teammates or friends home. And all the peacefulness is about to change. 

“Ahh Shit- Sorry!” the fumbling buffoon said. 

“Language, sweetheart. David! Could you help him pick it up? I'm tidying up the kitchen,” My mom replied. 

“Coming!” My dad sprints down the stairs. 

“Oh, Pumpkin, you're all grown up! Are you prepared for the semester?” Dad gestured to the culinary tools scattered across the floor. 

“Yes, of course. Sorry about the mess,” he replied. The “Pumpkin” in question is my cousin, Theo. He's about to attend a college in the city to study culinary arts… or something. And, of course, he’s sharing the room with me. Not for long, though. I have a few buddies who have invited me to share a room with them. They reek, but it's a necessary evil. 

“Jay,” my dad asked, nudging me, “Remember when you guys used to play house together every summer?” 

“Yes, then he bit me and we never talked again,” I deadpanned. 

“Oh come on, he was just a kid,” Dad retorted. 

No, he wasn't. He was a little demon that stole my pretend credit card. My hand still itches thinking about that vicious attack. 

I put down Theo’s luggage and bit back the argument. “I'll go back to the car to see what’s left.” 

“Alright bud, thanks for the help.”

“No problem.” He could probably thank me by asking what happened at football camp, but what do I know? It's not like we haven't talked about football the entire summer. We could be doing that right now, on the deck with some ice-cold beer. But the twinky little “Pumpkin” needs help, and I have the muscle for it. 

God, I wish the summer was over already.

***

“Hahahaha Exactly! I have never seen Chloé like that before.” Dad laughed.

“Right? Who knew mom had sass in her.”

Mom's competitiveness was kicked off by Theo's presence. The kitchen has basically been a war zone for the past two weeks.

Looking down at my watch, the light flashes on.

6 kilometres down, 5 more to go.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a good morning run with Dad like this one. The ocean breeze flowing past my hair and the faint rays of sunrise brought back some old memories. 

Regulating my breathing, we slowed down for a second.

“Damn, son - your stamina has gotten so much better this past year.”

“The football camp really made you put up 20 pounds of pure muscles too, I’m glad I recommended you there.” Dad beamed proudly at me.

“You’re not too bad yourself, for an aging old man.”

I still get the same rush every time he compliments me. It’s like a reassurance that I’m doing something right.

“Hahahaha, you won’t be saying that when you’re one foot in your 40s; it’s basically death by fossilization.”

Dad has always been modest with his body, but everyone who knows him either admires his body, wants him, or is jealous of him and I am the same. Ever since high school I’ve been inspired to be like him. Even with the 15 pounds of muscle I have over him, I’m still lacking in so many ways. He just has the confidence to own it.

“Want some water?”

“Oh, right, of course. Thanks.” I took over the ice-cold bottle.

“About that training camp, I should request the school board to have the team register next summer for the training course. High school kids these days don't care about sports as much no more.” Dad said

“Speaking of which, remember your friend Lancaster who got held back for two years?”

“Yeah, Avery. He used to scold me when I didn’t take the nutrition classes with him. Haven’t hung with him in a while though.”

“Well, he probably won’t scold anymore. The kid got too cocky after getting a full sports scholarship and gained 70 pounds of fat in the summer. The university probably revoked the funds. Hope he didn't take it too hard.”

“Shit, that’s awful. I didn’t expect it to be him out of anyone. He was a damn good receiver.”

We resumed the pace, avoiding some rogue cyclists on the way.

Crazy to think the weight could creep up on Avery Lancaster of all people. I should watch out for myself too. I have good genes from dad so it probably will never happen, but the new influx of delicious food from Theo and my mom’s little competition definitely doesn’t help. At least it keeps the brat out of my room.

“Dad, I think I’m not going to move in with Brad and the guys.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“Well first of all, as much as I love them, the guys stinks. Second of all, Theo is not as much of a blood-sucking gremlin as he was before. And I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye to you guys.”

“Plus, How can I leave when the thing with mom just got interesting.”

“Staying for the family drama, huh?” He chuckled.

“We’re happy to have you for as long as you want, Jay. Truth be told, your mom has been crying about it for weeks. We’re both not ready to say goodbye too.”

“Tell you what, Chloe and Theo probably have some fancy lasagnas waiting for us back home; let's cut through the forest and head back early to celebrate.” He said, practically drooling.

“Lasagnas for breakfast?”

“Wait, You just want the Lasagnas. Don’t you?”

“Hahaha, Maybe.”

“Well, don’t get too drawn in, or you’ll end up as Hansel in the candy house.” 

He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

That would be funny to imagine though, cause Dad is anything but a glutton.

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Once the clock strikes 12, your Prince Charming will have some…

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In just 1 year he said that gained over 80 lbs (2023-2024)

And since 2020 he went from 130 lbs to 285 lbs

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This 500 pound hog is always checking himself out. He can't stop squeezing those moobs in the mirror... If he's really feeling himself he might start to jiggle a bit ❤️

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The Neighbor's Boy

“So, do you want to tell us what the fuck is going on?” laughed Martin as Nick’s new boyfriend headed away to the bathroom.

Nick smirked and sat back in the chair, filling his broad, muscular chest with air and looking around at all the chubby boys’ expressions. “What?” he teased, pretending not to know what they were all so surprised about. “Duncan’s a nice guy.”

“But you don’t date nice guys,” Martin countered. “In order to date nice guys, you need to be a nice guy yourself.”

“Ouch!” Nick chuckled, enjoying his bad boy status with the guys. Despite his kind eyes and pretty face, Nick was never without an ulterior motive. “That hurt!” he lied, looking around and seeing even the guy behind the bar checking him out. “I’ll have you know that lots of people think I’m a very ‘nice’ person!”

“That’s because they don’t know you like we do,” Ben contributed, looking around at all of the other chubs in their circle. “And I bet sweet little Duncan doesn’t even know you’re a feeder, does he?”

Nick raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Of course he doesn’t.”

The chubs all looked at each other disapprovingly, despite the kinky thrill they secretly felt. Each one of them owed a good few pounds of their own blubbery physiques to Nick and his incredible ability to arouse them whilst they ate for him; the best and most skilled feeder they had ever come across. “You’re not going to fatten up him are you?” Martin asked. “Not without him knowing?”

“I’ve already started,” Nick laughed. “I got seven thousand calories in him the other day and he barely even noticed.”

“Nick!” Ben sighed. “That’s not cool!”

“I am what I am!” Nick sniggered unapologetically. “I see a little skinny shit like Duncan and my dick tells me I’ve got to feed him until he’s got some decent tits and a proper double chin on him!”

“Why him, though?” Ian asked. “He seems so sweet and innocent.”

Nick shrugged. “My parents were trying to set me up, saying they were sick of all the ‘mysterious guys’ I seemed to date,” he laughed. “Duncan’s family lived on my parents’ street and he’s just come back from college. I remember him as the little gay kid that used to stare out of the window whenever I was mowing my parents’ lawn shirtless at the end of high school,” he smirked, having been the focus on many sexual fantasies for several years now. “I didn’t have much to do with Duncan back then. He’s a couple of years younger than me. But Duncan’s dad was the fattest guy on our street, so of course I had a crush on him growing up. Now his mom is quite friendly with my mom and they’re trying their best to get us together.” he laughed at the idea. These fat boys knew him best in the whole world. Anyone with a real sense of who Nick really was would keep their handsome sons far away from him. “I thought dating Duncan would be a great opportunity to show my parents that they need to keep their noses out of my love life.”

“So, you’re dating him and secretly fattening him up to teach your parents a lesson about interfering?” Martin asked, exasperated.

“Pretty much,” Nick nodded. “Once they see the boy sprouting a little gut, they’ll soon realise the mistake they’ve made. It won’t take any of them long to work out who was responsible. I am a feeder after all…,” he whispered, spotting Duncan making his way back from the bathroom and sitting back up again. “That sounds incredible!” Nick lamented, as if they had been discussing something completely different the entire time.

“What does?” Duncan asked curiously, assuming that the boys were in the middle of a riveting conversation.

“Martin was just saying about this amazing donut place we need to try out later,” Nick lied. 

“Oh, yeah?” Duncan smiled over at Martin. “Sounds good. I love donuts.”

The boys all looked at each other guiltily, none of them willing to sound the alarm bells to Nick’s new lover; now all equally complicit in the whole wicked business.

“Your friends are so great,” Duncan smiled, getting into the back of the cab whilst holding the large box of donuts Nick had bought him.

“And they really liked you,” Nick smiled, taking the box from him and ripping it open for Duncan to try one. 

“They’re not at all how I imagined,” Duncan replied, nibbling on one without a second thought. “I remember you always hung out with the jock crowd in high school.”

Nick smirked to himself. Clearly Duncan hadn’t even recognised Martin as being one of those high school jocks he used to hang out with; now a full one hundred and sixty pounds fatter than in those days, thanks to him. “I choose my friends based upon how fun they are, rather than how they look,” he lied innocently, already picking up and handling Duncan’s next donut.

“I really like that about you,” Duncan smiled. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, before the pair kissed gently.

Nick stroked his lover’s hair as the third and fourth donuts mindlessly disappeared down Duncan’s throat during their short journey back to his place. Duncan was the son of a fatty alright. That greed was inside there, waiting to be enabled. “Perhaps…” he teased, closing the lid on the donut box, “you could eat the rest of these off my dick when we get back?”

Duncan nodded keenly. Nick had started introducing food into their foreplay last week and it had gone down well ever since. It was so obvious that Dunan had been fantasising about being with Nick since he was a teenager and first realised he was gay. It was almost pathetically simple to make him climax and he’d slipped into a more submissive role in the bedroom with ease. 

The naive boy kissed his manipulative lover, not even realising that the guy was adding up all his calories and hoping that today could be a new record.

Over the next few weeks, Duncan became a sucker for the romance: the hand holding, Nick sitting him on his knee and holding him prtotectively around the waist. The guy’s friends thought that Nick was the sweetest man on Earth; his mother made up that Duncan had found someone so openly affectionate. It all helped to mask the gradual softening that was happening all over Duncan’s body; the glutes swelling just a little more each time Nick ploughed his dick between them.

“You got your protein shake?” Nick asked as the pair of them headed off to the gym, where Duncan would spend the majority of his time spotting Nick on the weights and lifting the bare minimum himself. Yet, he would still flush down Nick’s bespoke shake, filled with creams, oils and powders for a truly staggering daily calorie overdose.

Duncan nodded. He’d never been in such a thrilling relationship as this; never experienced a kinky fuck in the cubicles after a workout at the gym, nor been lavished with such open affection in any of his previous romances. The love, the pampering, the endless sex acting as the perfect smoke screen for what was actually happening beneath the surface. Duncan simply threw the shake into his gym bag and then followed his lover out without a second thought.

Dating Duncan was having its advantages. Having parents who were quietly very comfortable had always given Nick a fair amount of entitlement. However, despite never going without as he was growing up, his parents had given him a large dose of tough love once he left college. The easy line of credit had been cut off and Nick’s parents had decided he needed to make it on his own in order to learn the true value of things. Now their hard approach seemed to be easing, given how pleased they were to see him dating someone they approved of so much. In the last month alone, they had thrown a whole heap of cash at repairs for the sports car they had bought Nick for his twenty-first, as well as transferring plenty of money to pay for a romantic getaway in the mountains. The purse strings were well and truly opened again.

“Do you think I’ve put on weight?” Dunan asked, rubbing his stomach in the mirror one evening as he got up to get a glass of water.

Nick managed to keep a straight face. The answer was more than obvious from the direction he was looking: doughy glutes, swollen thighs and budding love-handles; Duncan was well and truly morphing into a chub. “Of course,” Nick replied. “Your shoulders look much bigger after all those workouts,” he lied.

“No, not that,” Duncan shot back, studying his stomach and pinching a little. “Do you think I’m getting fat?”

Nick got up and slipped off his underwear. He’d been considering how best to answer this question for some time. “Why don’t I take a look?” he smiled teasingly, letting his hardness press between Duncan’s butt cheeks; its second home. “Mmm, yes!” he moaned. “There’s definitely an improvement back here,” he whispered.

“An improvement?” Duncan asked in surprise.

“Of course!” Nick whispered. “You like getting fucked, right?” 

Duncan nodded; his own dick starting to stiffen as his muscular boyfriend started to slap lubricant between his cheeks.

“Well, guys like me always prefer to fuck a guy with a little more meat back here.” He pressed himself inside and moaned with appreciation and he swayed his hips into action. “Mmm, fuck!” he sighed, watching as Duncan’s arousal grew even as he had just admitted to him that he was indeed starting to get chubby.

“You really like it?” Duncan whispered back just as Nick’s lubricated hand slipped onto his dick at the same time. “You’re not just saying that?”

Nick continued thrusting as if his lust prevented him from doing anything else. “You want me to enjoy fucking you, right? Can’t you feel how extra hard my dick is today?” he breathed into Duncan’s ear.

Duncan moaned in arousal.

“I’m going to finish so fast…” Nick added next, holding his boyfriend’s hardness at the same time and sensing that he had absolute control of the situation. “Keep spreading those big, delicious butt cheeks for me!”

Duncan leaned forward and pressed himself into Nick’s groin, submitting himself more than he knew..

“Well, boys… what do you think?” Nick asked after sending Duncan off to buy some cotton candy as the rest of them meandered around the funfair.

Nick’s chubby friends all looked at each other, then back at Duncan’s enlarged rear as he queued up by the stall. “I can’t believe he hasn’t even noticed yet,” Ben replied.

Nick sighed in frustration. These fatties really didn’t understand anything. “Of course he’s noticed, you idiot!” he growled. “You can’t gain thirty-five pounds and not notice! Not when you’re as skinny as Duncan used to be!”

“Thirty-five pounds?” Martin asked. “Is it really that much?”

“Easily,” Nick chuckled. He could estimate a guy’s weight better than anyone else he had ever met. “And not an ounce of it has been muscle!” he smirked. “Just take a look at those love handles if you don’t believe me.”

“How the fuck are you still getting away with this?” Ian asked, bewildered as he saw Duncan scratching his stomach in the queue for cotton candy.

“Easy,” Nick shrugged. “Bombard a simple boy with pure pleasure, then sit back and watch. It’s really not rocket science. All boys are pigs if you know what you’re doing. And, you know me, I’ve never struggled to put weight on anyone before; as I’m sure your blubbery thighs can attest to,” he winked at Martin.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Adam jumped in. “How much longer until he works out what you’re really up to and dumps you?”

Nick looked over at Duncan in the queue and waved sweetly. “I’d say I’ve got at least another fifty pounds or so before that happens,” he chuckled to the boys. “The greedy little fucker is hardly the brightest I’ve ever come across.”

Without even realising it, the other guys were a great help to increase Duncan’s calories that day. Collectively, they gorged and snacked the entire time as Nick sat back and watched. It was what he loved best about feeding. It wasn’t just about stuffing someone until they nearly puked; it was about the long term training and habit-forming he had programmed into all of them, ensuring that they ate, almost mindlessly, the entire time.

“I’ve got such a boner after watching you eating that hot dog…” Nick whispered to Duncan later that evening, adjusting his pants. “You were practically deep throating it,” he teased.

Duncan grinned. ”Well, you know how good I am at taking something long and thick into my mouth…” he teased back, thinking he knew the game that his lover was playing. He believed he was being playful and seductive, yet he was so far off the mark, it was laughable.

“Here,” Nick smiled, slipping Duncan a note. “Go get yourself another… I want to watch your mouth work and imagine what you’re going to do to me later,” he lied, patting Duncan on his doughy little rear. “Then, when we get home, I’m going to pull out the whipped cream and make you lick it all off me!”

Duncan raised his eyebrows and smiled with excitement. Then, off he went to do as he was told, nursing his own semi at the same time.

It was only in the pictures from that day that Nick really noticed how well Duncan’s double chin was starting to come in. Duncan had never exactly been on a par with him, looks-wise. But with the arrival of the chin and the bloated middle, at last Nick felt like he was dating a real chub once more, sending his arousal into overdrive. He found more and more cunning ways to ensure Duncan continued to overeat and, as the holidays arrived, Duncan had let himself go even more than Nick had ever expected. Suddenly, all those sweatpants Nick had quietly been adding to Duncan’s wardrobe began paying off; the larger shirts and cute underwear that would have been far too big for the guy back when they first got together.

“I’m thinking of asking Duncan to move in with me,” Nick explained to his parents one evening. This wasn’t the sort of life decision he usually made with his parents, but considering how much they were into this relationship, their support was bound to come with a nice big cheque for something or other.

Nick’s mother breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s wonderful news!” she beamed. “I thought you were going to tell us something else then!” she laughed, looking across at Nick’s dad.

“Like what?” Nick asked, curious.

“I thought you were about to tell us that it was all over between you both!” she chuckled, still looking nothing but relieved. “We noticed that Duncan’s put on a few pounds recently and we thought… Uh oh! Nick’s not going to be happy about that.”

“You thought I would finish with Duncan just because he’s gained a few pounds?” Nick asked, realising just how little his parents actually understood him. How many of his chubby boyfriends had they met in the past? “You really think I’m that shallow?” he asked, pretending to feel hurt. That was, until his parents finally offered to consider buying one of the new condos by the river for Nick and Duncan to live in together; so much more convenient than the poky little apartment Nick was in right now.

The chubs were shocked when Nick told them his plans. Adam, in particular, thought he was taking things too far. Sure, Nick had some fun fattening up his boyfriend when they were dating, but moving in with Duncanwould be entirely different. Now he would be able to manipulate everything that Duncan ate all day and all night long. And, from the horny way that Nick spoke about it, it was clear that he was going to take advantage of every opportunity that came his way.

“You really sneak all this stuff into his food?” Adam asked, gazing at the hidden supplies in the cupboard.

“Pretty much,” Nick nodded, smiling as he looked around his new kitchen. “Have you seen these?” he asked, picking up a pair of Ducan’s freshly washed work pants from the laundry basket. “Thirty eight inch waist already!”

“I’m guessing these are his as well?” Martin asked, picking up a jock strap.

“Absolutely!” Nick laughed. “You should see the way they cut into the little pig’s love handles! It never fails to make me explode!”

“Jeez! Look at all this shit!” Ben cried as he opened the refrigerator.

Nick’s face lit up again and his eyes twinkled with devilment as Ben pulled out one fattening product and ingredient after another. “Fat boy is living the dream, right?” he smiled. “And check out this!” he blasted, opening the freezer drawer and extracting a giant tub of ice cream. “Liquid gold, this stuff!” he joked. “The pig can’t resist it and it puts weight on him like nothing else. You wait until you see him. He’s like you, Adam. A similar sort of shape when you started getting fat; a tight, stout little belly. And his face! Oh my goodness! It’s just suddenly started looking chubby as fuck! Do you remember when it happened to you, Martin? Your face and cheeks seemed to just blow up? In less than a week you looked totally different. It’s exactly the same with Duncan right now.”

The chubs all looked at each other. Nick had been there during each one of their initial forays into gaining, and he was the reason why each of them continued to relish putting on more and more weight, even now.

“So this is where the magic happens?” Ian asked, as he was led into Nick and Duncan’s new bedroom.

Nick shook his head and laughed. “The magic happens wherever I want it to happen,” he boasted. “We may have only been here four weeks, but there’s no room or flat surface I haven’t fucked my little piggy on.”

The chubs all pulled a face, pretending to be repulsed by Nick’s crudeness, despite the arousal that they actually felt. Each one of them had been fucked and fed by him during their time. That was, before Duncan came along.

By the time Duncan arrived home from work, there was a wealth of take out on offer in the lounge, with Nick standing up brightly to greet his lover whilst the four chubby guys were draped over the sofas like bloated seals. After hugging him, Nick stood back and allowed the eyes of the chubs to check Duncan out. He could see their eyes wandering to exactly where he wanted: Duncan’s chubby chin, his pot belly and broader butt. How exciting it was to show him off like this! Nick fussed about him, fetching him a plate and a cool beer whilst he settled down with the other boys.

Grazing was one of Duncan’s weaknesses. A large buffet dinner like this always resulted in him eating more than usual. Even as the pizzas and chicken pieces went cool, the boy was still nibbling away as he chatted. He slipped off his tie and supped on the beer until a little opening formed between the buttons on his shirt, a tight bloat starting to take hold of his portly stomach.

“I’m hoping I can pull a few strings and get Duncan a new job with one of my friends,” Nick commented next, as Duncan began complaining about his boss. “He works so hard and just gets more and more responsibilities piled on top of him without any extra pay. It’s not fair.”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed,” Duncan nodded in agreement. “A new job would be so handy right now. As much as I like being able to walk to work, I think I’m ready for a change.”

The chubs all eyed Nick knowingly. Was this yet another cunning way to ensure that Duncan got the least amount of exercise possible? Back in the early days, Nick had manipulated all their lifestyles in a similar fashion, and their waistlines had rapidly paid the price. It burned the question in all their minds: Just how much further could Nick take this gain?

“You’ve been to the gym already?” Duncan asked a couple of weeks later as he groggily rubbed his eyes one Saturday morning.

“Of course I have,” Nick smiled, pumping his bicep. “It was chest day. You know that’s my favorite!” he winked, ripping off his compression shirt and throwing his muscular body down onto the bed with his now easily 240lb boyfriend. He kissed him keenly until he could feel Duncan really getting into it. That was the moment he pulled out. “I’m going to make you some breakfast,” he teased,” reaching his hand onto the boy’s wider rear, “then I’m going to fuck you silly…” he growled.

“Does it have to be in that specific order?” Duncan smiled back, throwing his leg over and spreading his naked butt so temptingly, as if he didn’t understand how, these days, his oversized, wobbly glutes would have put most guys off. Duncan was not the cute little thing he used to be.

Nick growled in lust, sliding his hand onto the boy’s butt and slapped it playfully, watching the fresh blubber ripple. “Breakfast first,” he smiled, resisting temptation, jumping back up energetically to start frying things up for his underexercised lover.

A few weeks later, Nick’s buddy, Martin, had met him in town for lunch. Ever since the pair had dated in high school, the guy had slowly been swelling up fatter and fatter. After understanding their shared attraction to weight gain, Nick had been the one to draw it out of him, with those initial sixty pounds being down to his own hard work and dedication to the cause. It was where Nick had learned his craft as a feeder; utilising the knowledge he had acwuired with the many, many gainers he had fattened up since.

Despite Martin’s athletic beginnings on the football team, there was not a trace of it left any longer. The guy was surprisingly pear shaped and soft all over; with every part of him coated in blubber. Martin had hit three hundred and fifty pounds last year and was still continuing to balloon up with the help of several other feeders Nick had sent his way. As usual, he was wearing clothes that appeared far too tight; his drooping stomach starting to show itself underneath his too-short t-shirt. Nick enjoyed standing back and watching the looks his friend got as they walked around together; his very favourite hobby.

“You know, I almost forgot how much I LOVE a giant fat ass on a guy,” Nick rambled as the pair of them walked to a free bench at the park. “Duncan had almost no ass at all when I asked him out. Then it started getting nice and peachy, and I thought I was so turned on by it; like my dick was never going to be flaccid ever again! But now…” he swooned, turned on just to be saying these things aloud. “...Now it’s properly FAT! Like two doughy mounds of lard! You should see the way it jiggles and moves; how wide it’s getting and how it’s spreading out! Fuck, man!”

“Hence the doughnuts,” Martin chuckled, motioning to the little bag of premium treats Nick had just picked up to take home with him later. “You do realise there are a lot more calories in the regular ones Duncan eats?” he reminded his friend.

Nick shrugged. “Duncan tends to prefer these ones. I know they’re a lot more expensive, but my little fat ass is definitely worth it,” he laughed.

“So it’s finally happened then!” Martin smirked, breathing a sigh of relief as they made it to the bench. “I never got expensive treats like those when we dated. You’re so fucked now, you know that, right?”

Nick turned in surprise. “Fucked?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Because I spent extra money on donuts?”

“I’ve seen this coming for months. The way you are around Duncan; finishing his sentences and fussing after him. You’ve properly fallen in love, haven’t you? Nick Bowlins: the feeder with a heart of stone, has actually fallen for one of his fatties!”

Nick shook his head. “No. It’s not like that at all!” he shot back, surprisingly offended by the idea. “I know this isn’t a long-term thing. I’ve been secretly fattening him for months waiting until he finally realises and dumps me. I headed into this with realistic expectations.”

“And that’s what makes this all the more tragic,” Martin laughed. “You’ve schemed yourself into a corner. You even pulled all those strings to make sure your friend got him that new job. You’ve played your games and ensured he piles on the weight, but you know he’ll never forgive you once he figures it all out. And when that happens, he’s going to break your little heart.”

“I’m not discussing this,” Nick stated, standing up and checking his watch for the time.

“Ouch! I’ve touched a nerve!” Martin sang with delight. “This is pure karma you realise? Secretly fatten up your boyfriend’s ass and you’re going to end up getting bitten on yours!”

Nick rolled his eyes and started walking off. He hated how jealous Martin was these days, now that they didn’t casually fuck like they used to. Although Nick hadn’t entered into a relationship with Duncan with the intention of staying monogamous, that was exactly what had happened. He just hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else. So, how would he feel when all this was over? Because Martin was right about one thing: this whole relationship was definitely heading for an inevitable conclusion. Maybe Nick would be the one who came off worse.

“You know I love you, right?” Nick asked, cuddling Duncan extra tight as he spooned him in bed the next morning.

Duncan chuckled softly and rubbed Nick’s strong arms that held him so firmly. “I know,” he replied, smiling happily. “I love you too.”

Despite the raging hard-on Nick had, pressed up against Duncan’s soft glutes, he tried his best to resist heading straight to sex and just enjoyed the moment. Who knew how many more mornings like this they had together?

“I’m heading for a shower if you want to join?” Duncan asked, slipping out from under the covers and standing there naked. His blubbery body was so intoxicating. Nick hadn’t been able to resist spoiling him with take-out last night and, as a result, the guy’s nipples finally looked like they were ready to start the eventual droop onto that rounded little gut that was swelling out of him. Was the guy really so oblivious that he didn’t realise how overweight he was getting? Did he really not know that, to the average person, his lardy physique was never going to entice anyone the way he was now trying to entice Nick to follow him into the shower. Bounce, bounce, bounce went those overfilled glutes as he strutted out, confident that Nick would follow; the jiggle of fat in his love handles surprisingly out of sync with the rest of his body. But Nick was so hard; his devious brain having already concocted several ways he could ensure Duncan was gorged on calories all day long. He simply wouldn’t be able to stop himself, even if he tried.

“Wait for me!” he called out, throwing the covers off and following the little piglet into the bathroom.

Many of the strategies Nick had employed to increase Duncan’s weight in the early days were now thoroughly ingrained and trained into him. Nick sat back and watched the naive boy guzzle down his breakfast and then mindlessly wander around the kitchen cupboards for snacks. The boy’s life had been so ridiculously food focused for months now, he initiated his own conversations about where they should go for lunch and talked excitedly about the little bakeries and food places they could stop at along the way. Nick almost wished that he would stop; his dick swelling with blood each and every time Duncan’s well developed greed reared its ugly head in their conversations.

“You’re starting to look like your father!” Duncan’s mother grumbled as they called in one afternoon; her son’s stomach surprisingly rounded and bloated after the sushi lunch he had insisted upon.

Right before Duncan’s dad had taken up with another woman and moved to New York about seven years ago, an eighteen year old Nick had developed the biggest crush on him: the fattest man in their neighborhood. Since then, Duncan’s mother had bitterly sworn off men and neither she, nor Duncan, had had any contact with him since. But the comparison with Duncan’s father now made Nick’s heart race as he took in just how justified it was. Ducan did indeed carry all the weight in the same way; his stomach and butt pushing outwards in completely the opposite directions. 

Duncan rolled his eyes, shielded from all the criticism by the many false and exaggerated compliments Nick had filled his head with for almost eighteen months now. “Did you notice that tiny little portion mom gave me?” he complained as they both got back into the car after staying for dinner. “I think she’s trying to put me on a diet herself!”

The pair of them laughed and waved as they pulled out of the driveway.

“You don’t think I’ve gotten too fat do you?” Duncan asked, clearly second guessing himself after the visit.

“I think you’re gorgeous,” Nick growled, swerving the question and pulling Duncan’s hand onto his erection, as if providing evidence to that effect. He’d planned for them both to stop at his own folks’ place before heading home, but his arousal had got the better of him. He felt an ache in his balls and needed to get his fat boy back as soon as possible.

“Can we order Mexican tonight?” Duncan asked; his greedy mind still hijacked by thoughts of food.

“We’ll get you whatever you want,” Nick smiled back, taking one hand from the wheel to rub his lover’s chubby thigh. Oh, how he loved this boy!

Over the following months, Nick’s usual compliments started sounding more and more ironic. He still lamented about Duncan’s butt, calling it ‘cute’ and ‘pert’ like he always had, despite the monstrous width and shape it had developed. He referred to Duncan as his ‘pretty boy’ even though the chubby cheeks had enveloped many of his old facial features and the double chin had robbed him of a jawline for quite some time. Time and time again, he made note of Duncan’s strength and manly physique, even as the pounds and pounds of blubber encased his upper arms and surged into his nipples, making them bounce as he walked. It was almost amusing that Duncan still believed each and every one of them. Then again, was it a lie when Nick really meant what he said? Big and bloated as it was, Duncan’s butt was still the cutest thing Nick had ever seen. Sure, the boy’s face was round and plump, but did that mean he wasn’t pretty anymore? Definitely not!

“I can’t believe you’re still getting away with this shit!” laughed Adam as they all met up for a meal at a fancy buffet restaurant closer to the holidays. Duncan’s gut had swollen significantly since many of the boys had seen him last summer; all of them gazing at the boy from the table as he greedily trotted around the dishes on offer. “I have to hand it to you. I never thought you would get this far with him.”

Nick nodded and smiled, but didn’t feel the need to comment.

“What is he now?” Ben asked, inspecting Duncan’s broad rear as he turned around. “Two-eighty?”

“No way! That’s a three hundred pounder if ever I’ve seen one!” Ian jumped in, laughing when Duncan’s shirt came untucked as he hungrily reached over to pick up some garlic bread.

Nick nodded once again, silently wishing for Duncan to hurry back to the table and end this speculation. All it would take would be for one of them to say something too loudly and Duncan would overhear. Then the entire house of cards would come crashing down.

The chubs all seemed to notice Nick’s silence and they looked at each other in confusion. Where had that wicked, boastful feeder they all knew so well gone?

“Leave him be, boys,” Martin whispered to the others. He probably knew, just as well as the rest did, that this was likely Nick and Duncan’s last holiday season together. 

The chair squeaked as Duncan sat himself down again. His plate was piled high; the food glistening with grease and butter. He reached for his knife and fork. Since when had his hands become so chubby and full; his fingers swelling like short little sausages.

“Nick wants to take me away on a cruise next year,” Duncan told the boys later on as the conversation progressed. “Somewhere warm so that we can just lie by the pool and enjoy some drinks in the sun.” “How lovely!” Adam grinned. “All those fantastic restaurants to visit throughout the day; all that delicious food…” he smirked, looking over in Nick’s direction. “What a thoughtful boyfriend you have!”

Nick felt more uncomfortable than ever, wriggling in his seat. In truth, he’d drifted away from the boys for just this reason, knowing that these subtle little comments about his feeder intentions were one day going to land in Duncan’s mind. Then, everything would unravel. “I just thought it would be nice,” he replied softly, rubbing his lover’s bulging thigh under the table.

“That’s what everyone always says about you,” Ben agreed sarcastically. “Nick Bowlins: a real ‘nice’ guy!” he winked.

Nick swallowed hard and forcefully steered the conversation in an entirely new direction. He felt so grateful as the evening ended and it was just him and Duncan back in the car, heading back home.

“I think I’ve still got some of that nice ice cream left in the freezer,” Duncan pondered, despite how much he had consumed that evening. “I’ll have it when I get home.”

Once again, Nick’s erection sprang to life, despite the guilt he felt. For the first time, he wished that his brain wasn’t wired the way it was. Why did he have to get off on how greedy and well trained his boyfriend had become to eat everything he provided? Why couldn’t he just be normal, like everyone else? Why did this secret have to loom over them like a dark, angry cloud?

The rain was falling hard as they made it back to the apartment block that evening, both of them running from the parking lot to the front entrance. A large man stood outside, looking drenched and miserable as he tried in vain to get a response on the intercom to one of the apartments upstairs.

“Can I help you?” Nick asked, letting the man come into the main hallway and out of the downpour.

The man lowered his hood and breathed out, rubbing his fat face and beard,soaked from the rain. Nick recognised him immediately and he could tell from the way that Duncan took a step back that he had just had the shock of his life. There, standing before them both was Duncan’s long estranged father.

“Your aunt said it was a nice apartment you have,” the big man beamed as he followed them both upstairs a few minutes later. “I have to say, she was absolutely right! This was all just wasteland when I was last in town.”

Nicked fetched the man a towel and took his jacket off. Although it had been many years since he had seen Duncan’s father, Eddie, he was surprised at how impressively large the man had become in that time, easily close to being five hundred pounds, if not more.

“What do you want?” Duncan asked, sitting himself down on the couch. “Why show up here after all this time? Is Michelle not with you?”

“Michelle’s at home in New York,” Eddie replied, referring to the woman he had left Duncan’s mother to be with. “I always miss you more around the holidays. Now you’ve moved out of your mom’s place, I thought maybe I could finally summon up the courage to come and see you.” The man looked over at his son and smiled. It had been years since he had seen him. Duncan had been nothing more than a scrawny teenager the last time they had been in the same room together. “You look well,” he nodded. “I always thought you’d end up looking more like me than your mother,” he smiled, patting his own large belly.

An awkward silence fell upon the room. After over seven years of estrangement, was Duncan’s dad really calling him fat within the first five minutes? Tact was clearly not his specialty.

“Your aunt tells me you two have been together for over two years now?” he asked next. “You must be very happy.”

Again, the silence was deafening. Nick began to feel sorry for the man as Duncan’s hostility endured.

“Why did you have to move to New York?” Duncan finally asked; blocking whatever path his father was trying to steer the conversation.

Eddie nodded his head, accepting that the question was a good one. “Because I fell in love,” he answered. “Michelle and I… we’re just made for each other. Sure, it’s not a conventional pairing… A bit like you two,” he pointed at them both, appearing to be gesturing towards their two contrasting bodies. “But we’re very happy together.”

The cogs in Nick’s brain began to turn. 

“Your mom was always getting at me for my weight,” Eddie went on. “We were never happy. That was all just an act for your sake. But I think you knew that, didn’t you?” he smiled sweetly at Duncan. “I tried to explain to your mom that this is who I am,” he nodded, grabbing a handful of the fat that encircled his waist. “But she wouldn’t have it. She made my life hell. Then I met Michelle online and… well, as you know. Everything changed.”

Nick had a thousand questions burning in his head. He fought back the urge to jump in and ask them all at once, merely rubbing Duncan’s back supportively from behind the couch.

“Your mom threatened to tell you everything unless I stayed away. She’d hired a private investigator and had endless messages, pictures and transcripts between me and Michelle. I didn’t want you to see any of that. Your mom made it clear that she thought the things Michelle and I were into were just perverted. She didn’t understand the eating and the weight gain and how intrinsic it all is to my happiness.”

Nick tried not to react. Was Duncan’s father really coming out as a… a gainer?

“I thought, maybe now that you’re in your own similar relationship, that you might understand,” Eddie finished, looking at them both.

Nick’s eyes bulged and he stood up straighter; his heart pounding. He’d imagined many scenarios where he would be outed as a feeder, but being called out by Duncan’s absentee father had not been one of them. “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” he mumbled shakily.

Eddie chuckled. “Oh, come on… it’s obvious!” he motioned again at their extreme size difference. “Duncan’s aunt told me all about you two. You’re the one who fattened up Pete and Shirley’s boy, Martin, back when you were in high school together,” Eddie stated directly to Nick. “I heard he’s a real porker these days! ‘As fat as butter’ my sister said!”

Duncan turned his head to look at Nick, standing behind him, his eyebrows lowered in confusion. Nick was utterly speechless.

“Now, I’m not sure there are many fathers who would approve of their son dating a feeder,” Eddie nodded. “But, in this case, I’ve got to say… I know you two will be really happy together.”

Duncan and Nick both looked across at Eddie. The man was still blissfully unaware of the wrecking ball he had just taken to their relationship.

“I’m staying at the Palace Hotel,” Eddie stated as he grunted and got up from his seat. “Perhaps we could all meet up for some lunch tomorrow?”

Again, silence was the only response. He pulled out a contact card and dropped it on the coffee table.

“It really is good to see you again,” he smiled at Duncan as Nick followed him to the door and closed it behind him.

“Duncan…” Nick began, the moment they were alone again. “That was… I’m not sure your dad has all the facts about… I’m not really…” he mumbled, starting and restarting his sentences again and again. “Are you alright?” he finally offered sweetly.

Duncan inhaled and seemed to pull himself out of his stunned silence. “Well, I guess everything makes a lot more sense now,” he nodded pragmatically. “With dad… With you.”

Nick’s heart was racing. He thought of several things he could say in response, all of them lies and excuses. No. The game was up.

“So I guess that’s the reason why I’m like this,” Duncan sighed, raising his arms up to his chest and looking down at his fattened body, as if for the first time. “I just thought I was going mad. Two hundred and ninety six pounds. That’s what I was when I weighed myself the other day. Can you believe that?”

“I never meant for things to go this far,” Nick replied honestly.

“Nor did I,” Duncan agreed, rubbing his stout belly sadly.

“You don’t have to be this way,” Nick shot back. “We can put you on a diet. I’d love you however you looked. Just give me a chance and let me prove it!”

“I think it’s too late for that, don’t you?” Duncan grumbled, still holding his enlarged stomach. “My dad’s right. I’ve always been more like him than my mom.”

“How do you mean?” Nick asked, wondering just how long it would be until Duncan kicked him out. Where the hell was he going to sleep tonight?

“I love food. I love eating. I love this…” he emphasised, leaning a little forwards and grabbing his gut with both hands, shaking it. “I just didn’t understand why.”

Nick’s heart skipped a beat. “You seriously don’t mind?” he asked in astonishment.

“I thought you were so sweet for not nagging me about my weight when I first started getting chubby. But I guess I understand now. It all makes sense.”

Nick cringed. He felt that things still rested on a knife edge. He didn’t want to open his mouth and say the wrong thing; simultaneously destroying everything. 

“So, this is your thing, huh?” Duncan asked, lifting his shirt and patting the large belly he had developed over the last two years. “I suppose I always was a prime target for a feeder, knowing how large my dad is. I guess weight gain is just in the genes. You must have known that.”

“That wasn’t why I started dating you,” Nick replied quickly. “And your weight isn’t the reason why I fell in love with you either.”

“Well, you’re a better man than me then,” Duncan chuckled. “Because the way you used to cook and overfeed me definitely played a part in the reason why I fell for you so badly!”

The pair looked at each other with very small smiles threatening to invade from the furthest corners of their mouths.

“I guess we’re both just a couple of freaks,” Duncan finally laughed. He patted the space next to him on the couch and Nick finally came to sit next to him. The most honest conversation of their lives was about to begin.

“Surprise!” shouted the crowds of people as Duncan and Nick walked into the restaurant a few months later. Everyone was there: the chubs, the two families, Duncan’s father and Michelle; all stood underneath a banner congratulating them on their engagement. The pair of them laughed, pretending that they hadn’t already worked out what was happening, strolling in to greet them all.

“So you’re finally going to make an honest fatty out of this one?” Martin joked quietly as he came up to the pair of them later that evening.

Nick nodded, his hand resting sweetly on Duncan’s large butt as the boy stood, eating his third plateful from the buffet. He rubbed and patted gently, knowing that Duncan always ate better when his size was being admired. The boy had been fattening faster than ever since the pair of them had been open and honest about things. With such an enormous double chin, Duncan even looked larger than Martin himself.

“How was the cruise?” Martin askes next, not having seen the pair of them since they made it home, freshly engaged last weekend.

Duncan and Nick giggled to each other, remembering all the kinky things they had got up to together. “It was very good, thanks,” Nick finally replied, rubbing Duncan’s giant stomach as if to show that the pair of them had stuffed Duncan’s gut for the entire two weeks. They’d even had to buy a new shirt especially for the party that evening.

“Yeah, it was great,” Duncan mumbled through a mouthful of food. “Now we’re just looking forward to the wedding.”

A surge of excitement spread through Nick as he thought about the wedding. His large hand couldn’t resist squeezing Duncan’s blubbery glute as he pictured how much fatter his fiance would be by then.

“Well, it’s unconventional, but it clearly works for you two,” Martin smiled, looking on at his very good friends who clearly only had eyes for each other. Sure, the world had lost one of its most devilish and enterprising feeders, but look at how happy he was with his fat boy. Look at how happy they both were! 

The whispers behind their backs could continue, the justified comparisons between Nick and Eddie’s feeder wife could go on and on. Duncan’s mother could regret the day she’d ever agreed to let her friend coax her into setting up Duncan with her son. But none of them could deny that this was something very special indeed. The glasses were raised, the toasts were made and the sentiment was real. A long and happy marriage was wished upon them both. Nick and Duncan, forever more.