So Hot

So hot 🔥💖

Such a nice fat man he is wearing all he need 😌

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Love the narrative

"I used to be a lot more muscular... I can not believe it has only been two weeks since I started to bulk up!"

"These days my abs are coveren by this layer of fat, haha."

"I can't wait to stop this bulk, cutting back! My muscles would get so big!"

Later that day, he decided to have a big meal wanting to bulk up more...

"OOF... I am full. My belly... I feel kinda fat, haha!"

...also growing his belly more!

Even after he finished his meal, he got more food... it started with cookies, followed my ice cream and pancakes. Than milk, coke and more...

"OOF, that will be enough eating for today.... OOF... Time to go to bed, I will continue tomorow!"

It is only than, we he get to bed, he realises he didn't bulk up but fatten up! Not yet knowing what will happen next.

The next morning be wakes up, he feels something is different!

"I feel hungry, very hungry today. I could eat anything right now!"

So that is what he does!

He ate more than ever. Three times more than usual, or maybe even more!

After all this eating he sat down, comforting his big belly, rubbing and patting it.

While sitting down, he came to the conclusion he should have cut his bulk. Getting fit again was his plan to begin with, but it didn't sucseed!

"What am I doing, I am turning into a fatty. Stop this, and get to the gym! Time to make me fit again!"

That is easier said than done ofcourse! None of his clothes fit him anymore, he cant even fit his favorite pants anymore. He can't leave the house like this, so staying at home was his only option!

"Why... why does this happen to me! I can't even get to the gym!"

After some days he started to like his new belly, eating more everyday, playing with it, rubbing it! He was always ment to be like this, having a little belly...

Pictures are form @abs624 , thank you for these pictures and video's!

#bulk #gainer #bulkingup #belly #bellygains #fatty #fatbelly #bigbelly

Those gif are awesome and huge quality 😉☺️

How do I look? Can you tell I've put on weight? 🥺 It must be all these holiday treats I keep eating. I can't help myself. Once I start... I truly can't stop eating. My poor body. I'm growing so fat 🥵😫😮‍💨

Merry Christmas 😘🎄

I don't know who he is but damn how handsome he got 😍☺️

A really good story

Intox Fatty

Your phone dings, a notification popping up and lighting the screen. You lazily pry your eyes from the TV, glancing over to see the all-too-familiar delivery service logo on the message. Your food was approaching. Had it been 30 minutes already? As blissfully stoned as you were, you had gotten so enamored with the mindless streaming you were doing that time just seemed to fly by! But you know how much you love to see that logo pop up on your phone. You know how conditioned you’ve become to get that hit of dopamine at the promise of your cravings soon to be fulfilled. You almost expect your stomach to growl, as hungry as you feel. But it doesn’t…Then you recall how you raided the fridge and pantry just an hour before. You had consumed thousands of calories of your own food so recently, and then you got delivery? You realize you aren’t even particularly hungry. You just want to eat. You not only crave the sensation of tasting the delicious food you’ve ordered, but the euphoria of constantly eating and filling your body like the hedonistic pig you had turned into.

You let out a slight sigh, and let your hand wander to your overflowing belly, rubbing it softly in the anticipation of your next feast. How did this feel so good? The overwhelming pleasure you got at simply feeling your body, the amount that it had fattened up, a true testament to how much you let yourself indulge so freely. You felt like royalty. You got everything you wanted, when you wanted, and you hardly had to lift a finger to get any of it. It was utter bliss. Utter hedonism. And you smiled at this fact as you took another bong hit. Finally, another notification. Your food was at your door.

You shift from side to side, lifting yourself up with your slightly shaking arms, you heaving your softened, doughy body up and standing, all your fat shifting to hang from your body, now unsupported by the couch. You saunter over to your door, checking to make sure that no one was still at the door. How embarrassing it might be for the delivery person to see you in such a state. You were only in your underwear, after all. It was practically your only option any more if you wanted to relax comfortably. You were gaining weight so quickly, your clothes couldn’t keep up. It seemed that every piece of clothing you bought was getting tight just a month or two later. It almost made you curious to see how your jeans from 100lbs ago would fit. They probably wouldn’t even make it past your thighs now.

You get lost in these thoughts of how irreversably obese you’ve gotten and before you knew it, you had shuffled back to the couch and sat down, your hefty bag of takeout sitting beside you. And your thoughts are quickly replaced with pure excitement as you lean over to begin pulling containers from the bag. It was like opening gifts on Christmas morning, rifling through this bag. The first box feels the heaviest, and the smell of greasy, fried food wafts over you. NOW, your stomach rumbles. You open it and, with your hands, begin to stuff the calorie-rich loaded cheese fries in your face, hardly savoring the taste as you simply eat with ravenous abandon. But the savory, salty taste finds you anyway, and only drives you further into this gluttonous feasting you find yourself in. It was heavenly…bite after bite, you quickly empty the box. Hardly a dent in your appetite. You needed more. 

The next box, or rather two boxes, filled with perfectly deep-fried mozzarella sticks and assorted dips. It was always so amusing to see how they packaged these massive orders of yours. Multiple utensils included, multiple orders of the same things separated into individual boxes, all as if the restaurant expected this order to be for at least 3 people. But it was always just for you. All for you. You moan softly as you continue to feed yourself, licking your fingers with each bite, engrossed in what a greedy, obese fatass you were being. 

Another box down, then another. And another. You could feel your stomach stretching at this point, pushing into your lap further. If you weren’t so in love with what a massive appetite you had, it would almost be concerning how much you could pack away now. So many pounds of food now fit into your gut, a far contrast to your appetite even fifty pounds ago, which had already increased so much since you decided to let yourself fall into this lifestyle. You put a hand on your swollen belly and squeeze it, feeling the results of so long doing just this. You groan and keep stuffing your face, leaning back and placing one of your last boxes of food on your gut like a table. You’re obsessed by this feeling. Your hand wanders more over your body, grabbing, squeezing, wobbling all of the fattest parts of your body, thinking of how you had put on more than 150lbs in the pursuit of this intoxicating pleasure. You can’t help yourself. You push your heavy belly out of the way and spread your massive thighs, beginning to touch yourself as you eat. 

You breathe heavily, moaning between bites, turned on even more by the fact that your labored breathing is caused by both your arousal and the expenditure of such minimal effort to do something as basic as getting yourself off. Any average-sized person could do either or both without getting as winded as you do. You were such an out of shape pig, so overcome with heavy fat. It covered your body, hindered your movement, left you panting and winded when you did the simplest things, filled you out so much that you couldn’t fit on normal chairs without your hips and ass spilling over the edges. And practically any chair with arms was impossible to sit in. You even noticed that your body was beginning to get too wide for the double-seats at the hospital waiting room… But all of this, all it did was make you want more. More size. More food. More indulgence. More…

You were so full…you had eaten so much all day long, and the day before. And honestly, the day before that. No wonder you had grown so massively fat. Constantly eating left you in a state of constantly gaining weight, growing new stretch marks, accumulating more cellulite. It never stopped. You couldn’t stop. And acknowledging this pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, the familiar tingle spread across your body as you lay your head back and moan, grunt, and finally cum. Your body trembles, making all of your heavy fat wobble and jiggle, heightening the pleasure, especially feeling your belly slap your full thighs as you rock back and forth.

Exhausted, panting, body heaving up and down with each breath, takeout boxes scattered around you, each one completely empty, you can hardly gather your thoughts. A satisfied smile on your face, your body finally relaxes and you practically melt into the couch. You can feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness, from the exhaustion of getting yourself off, a food coma, or from being so stoned, you can’t tell. You don’t care. You were full, pleasured, and feeling like the most self-indulgent hog in the world. The least you could do is treat yourself to a nap, and wake up even bigger and wider as all the calories you just ate accumulated on your ever-growing body.