I Didnt Realise How My Shape Was Changing, And Growing, Until A Dear Friend Sent Me The Following Comparison

I didn’t realise how my shape was changing, and growing, until a dear friend sent me the following comparison shots.

These are from April to September.

I can’t get over the change in shape!

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To Obesity And Beyond

I want this. Fuck that, I NEED this.

Come on guys, won’t someone put me through this for a week, please?

I’m begging you, any gay feeders or chasers, guys who love fat guys, encouragers, lads in to fat humiliation - MAKE THIS HAPPEN and I’ll grow as big as YOU want

CW: Forcefeeding, kinda manipulation/corruption

You woke up late one morning to the feeling of my hands on your soft belly. You smiled at the sensation, slowly opening your eyes to greet me.

“Morni-”

As you were trying to speak, you were interrupted by a plastic tube entering your mouth. Swiftly after, you tasted the shake on your tongue. You weren’t expecting to get funneled first thing in the morning, and you were getting uncomfortably full very very quickly. But as you swelled with calories I leaned in to whisper encouragement into your ears. My hand caressed your gut, pressing in on all the right spots to relieve pressure and keep you gorging. Shutting your eyes, you submitted.

You were left groaning with discomfort, but I didn’t seem to care.

“Good job babe! Let’s watch a movie.”

Confused, you reluctantly let me pull you out of bed. I helped you waddle to the couch, where you plopped down with a huff.

You struggled to focus on what we were watching as I played with your belly affectionately, letting out soft coos when my hands relieved you. Then, the alarm on my phone went off. As I got up, you were confused. But you were worried when I returned with a plate of waffles.

“Babe please no, I’m gonna pop!”

I just chuckled and sat back down.

“Mmm, maybe~”

As I cut off a piece you whined softly. You knew pleading was pointless, but you were so fucking full. You just couldn’t.

For the first bite you obediently opened wide, chewing the mouthful slowly. I reached out and put a hand between your legs, gently caressing as a reward for your gluttony. After swallowing, you wheezed out a moan. Immediately, it was silenced by another forkful. I pleasured you further, rubbing your crotch faster as I forced the whole waffle in you bite by bite. You laid back, so full you could hardly breathe. And you watched, helplessly as I set my alarm for an hour. You realized exactly what I would be doing to you.

An hour spent in a stuffed stupor later, the phone alarm went off and I forced more food in you. For the rest of the day it repeated, ruthessly filling you so that your belly never shrunk from its round and turgid state. No, it swelled inch by inch as the day went on.

Finally, I permitted you to succumb to your food coma. The bliss of rest overwhelmed you, your belly finally getting a break…but it didn’t last. You woke next morning to a funnel in your mouth once again. You were still so heavy, but I was already forcing your stomach to stretch further.

For a week I made you my swollen food balloon, never allowing you the comfort of an empty belly. Your gut stretched further and further each day and more calories were pushed inside of you. You begged, afraid you were going to explode, but I just kept going. The only reprieve was when I pleasured you during your meals and when you finally passed out from food coma.

But after that week you woke up before me. You looked to me, so blissfully wrapped around your overfed frame, and gently tapped me awake. You were full still, absolutely bloated. But fuck, you felt so empty. I had made you addicted to being stuffed to the gills. If you weren’t on the verge of popping, what was the point…

“B-babe, can you get the funnel?”

Ok. This is it. This is my ideal goal.

Yeah, I know it’s AI but this ticks every box in my bucket list.

Fuk,it feel so full and great.

Do you like being teased fat pig?

Yes, because I am a fat pig now. No longer a muscle man or weight lifter, just a growing, obese hog with no limits

First time at a Five Guys.

Bloody expensive, I hope it’s worth it.

Would you ever want to meet up with a fan? I'm from Manchester but would love to meet you and feed you

Yes, I’d really like that. I want a feeder or group of feeders to really push me hard to grow immense