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This fattened up ex-jock discovered what happens when you start skipping practice… guessing it was much, much more than he bargained for (teaser)

The Blob

Content Warning: Rapid weight gain

Tyler stood outside the small theater, his hands in his pockets, squinting up at the marquee that proudly advertised the revival screening of the 1958 original "The Blob". As a fan of classic horror films and Halloween, he thought that seeing such a classic movie might be an interesting way to spend the evening. What surprised him wasn’t just the fact that there was a line for such a niche film but he was surprised to see that tt wasn’t the usual crowd of film buffs or horror nerds... it was a bunch of shirtless fat men.

At first Tyler had to blink and rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things, but no... the people in line were grotesquely and unapologetically fat men. Their massive bellies hung over their pants, soft and jiggling with every tiny movement. Some of them looked almost… content. They were more than just content, they were in bliss, rubbing and kneading their fat. Tyler watched as their fingers push into their fat bellies and soft moobs.

“Jesus Christ,” Tyler muttered under his breath, trying to avoid looking at the freak show, but it was hard. The scene was bizarre. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, his lean frame almost embarrassingly out of place. His polo shirt was crisp, his khaki shorts neat and tailored, he was a toothpick compared to the slobs ahead.

One guy in particular who was standing right next to him caught Tyler’s attention, the dude was massive and easily over 300 pounds. The man's belly hanging down past his waist, his chest sagging with plump mounds of fat. The man’s eyes were half-lidded, a dumb, vacant grin plastered on his face as his fingers absentmindedly massaged his belly, making it ripple and jiggle.

"What the hell was going on here? Why were these guys here?" He leaned slightly toward the man, trying to get his attention.

“Hey, man, what’s going on here?” Tyler asked, trying to keep his voice casual. “Why are there so many people like… uh, this?” He gestured vaguely, not wanting to offend but also clearly unnerved.

The obese man didn’t respond or even look at Tyler, instead he let out a long, low groan of pleasure. As he continued to rub his fat belly, his hands sank deep into the soft pillowy flesh, his fingers brushing over the thick rolls with a kind of mindless obsession. His massive man tits jiggled slightly with every movement, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened across his doughy skin.

Tyler stepped back, wide-eyed and a little freaked out. “What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath. As Tyler looked around, the rest of the line was the same. Fat men everywhere, all of them playing with their fat. Tyler could even see that some were even drooling slightly, as if the very act of feeling their own flab was enough to send them into some kind of brainless trance.

Tyler shifted uneasily in line, the weirdness of the situation gnawing at his brain. His lean body felt out of place as every other guy in this line was a fat obsessed hog. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, still taut under the fabric of his polo shirt. A small comfort in the middle of this bizarre nightmare.

That’s when it started.

A tingling sensation like static electricity began creeping up his spine, sinking into his abdomen. He scratched absently at his side assuming it was just nerves, but it didn’t go away. In fact, it intensified. A low buzz filled his head as his stomach felt like it was… was... pressing forward???

"What the fuck?"

His stomach was pushing against his shirt, a small but noticeable paunch that hadn’t been there seconds ago. His fingers probed the soft flesh, confusion gripping him. “What the hell is going on?” his voice sounding shaky.

His stomach expanded further, stretching the fabric of his polo until it strained against his belly. His sides bulged outward, forming thick, fleshy love handles that pressed into the waistband of his khaki shorts. Tyler’s breath hitched as he felt his chest swelling too, the little definition he had, the faint outline of muscle, vanished beneath growing layers of fat. His chest puffed out, sagging, forming plump moobs that jiggled slightly with every breath.

No, no, no, no…

His hands frantically pushed his body, trying to hold back the waves of blubber. His once sharp jawline softened as he sported a double chin that quivered with every movement. His ass sagged into a mound of fat that hung low, jiggling against the growing mass of his thighs.

When Tyler tried to speak the words came out jumbled and incoherent. His mind felt foggy, clouded with a strange, heavy feeling that dulled his senses. The more his body grew, the more the buzzing in his head grew louder, the feeling was drowning out any coherent thought.

A moan slipped past his lips as his fingers brushed over his now massive belly, the soft, jiggly flesh sending waves of pleasure through his dumbed-down brain. His belly was fat, pressing harder against his shirt, stretching the material until it finally ripped open. The the short tore off his now obese frame, it exposed the full, wobbling mass of his gut. His khaki shorts were next, leaving him standing in nothing but tighty whiteys that barely clung to his widening body.

Tyler’s mind was almost completely gone by now, his thoughts replaced by one overwhelming obsession: his belly. He couldn’t stop touching it, couldn’t stop jiggling the fat that had once been foreign but now felt so right. He was like the men in line, no longer a lean, smart young man. Tyler had become a dumb, slobbering mass of flesh, consumed by the simple pleasure of feeling his fat jiggle beneath his fingers. Tyler had become "The Blob".

Am I big enough yet ?

welcome to my 4 year evolution

The Roomate

Content Warning: Weight Gain

Tyus was for and athletic throughout his life, being on the football, wrestling and track teams in high school. Tyus was at college on a varsity football scholarship, he was just getting to campus for his first day when he met his roomate. He was surprised to find that his roommate was a 36 year old slobbish man to be his roommate. The man was wearing a tight blue polo, his fat guy and soft chest clung to the fabric. The shirt was stained with different stains.

“Nice to meet you” *BURAAAPP* The man belched loudly. “I’m Brayden.” Brayden pulls down his shirt as it rides up his belly.

Tyus was disgusted by his roomate, he was hairy, bald, fat… a total cock block. “I’m Tyus… you’re not what I expected for a roommate.” Tyus puts some bags down, he noticed that Brayden was very musky and the room was filled with it.

Brayden scratched his soft double chin “You’re exactly what I expected, a young fit jock.” Brayden got closer, his musk started to fill Tyus’ nostrils fogging up his brain. “Can get anyone with a flex from his toned arms, always showing them off with an athletic tank top.” Brayden put a hand on Tyus’ abs, rubbing them from under the shirt. Tyus wanted to push the fat perv away but he was sluggish. “Come sit down with me” Tyus noticed that there was a disgusting stained couch in the dorms living area, Brayden pushed Tyus right down onto the cum stained cushions.

The musk was making Tyus more submissive and agreeable to Brayden’s lifestyle. “ Oh uh wow… you smell… dis-“ Tyus had a hard time saying it, his cock beginning to twitch in his workout shorts.

“I know I’m smell great don’t I?” Brayden wafted his musk over to Tyus. “What do you like to eat, Tyus?”

“Oh I usually just eat lean meat and vegetables…” Tyus felt odd about what he was saying, he started to feel like that wasn’t true.

“Oh but you look like a man who really loves doughnuts, right” Brayden took out a dozen doughnuts and started shoving them into Tyus’ mouth.

“No I don-mphhhhh” Brayden moved Tyus’ hands to his fat belly.

“You feel that? You love that soft fat pig belly.” Brayden shoved another doughnut into Tyus’s mouth.

Tyus’s body began to swell with fat, bite after bite, covering his once toned abs. His flabby belly pressed against his tank top, his chest softening and become plump moobs. This looks down at his blubbery body, a mix of arousal and fear caused his cock to stiffen in his shorts. “Oh my god…” Brayden forces another doughnut into Tyus’s moth “I’m getting so…” Tyus felt his belly gurgle as he let out a loud belch. “UUUUrrraaaaPPP”

“You’re becoming a fat piggy” Brayden squeezes Tyus’s left moob while forcing new junk food into his mouth, Tyus began to sweat from under his moobs. “oh damn you plumped up nicely, let’s keep going” Brayden pulled out unlabeled jars of a chocolaty thick fluid, he shoves a funnel into Tyus’s mouth and pours the mixture into his mouth. It tasted so sweet and decadent, and it was causing Tyus to swell quickly.

“S-stop… I’m getting so f-fat!” Tyus’s alarm went away as he put his hands on his fat belly, he couldn’t help but play with the soft mass of blubber that had replaced his abs. Tyus didn’t know it but he had grown a double chin, softening and removing his once sharp jawline. Tyus tried fighting, but Brayden’s musk was too much for him to handle. Tyus’s body swelled, growing a light dusting of body hair. Brayden started to remove his tank top and shorts to show off the whale that had replaced the jock.

“Oh how do you feel piggy? Feel like being my submissive slob??” Brayden shook Tyus’s belly, causing it to jiggle, a sensation that was foreign to Tyus.

“I- I-“ Brayden gave Tyus’s nipple a tug, causing a surge of pleasure that made Tyus’s cock shoot a load. “I am your submissive piggy” Tyus moaned as he left a wet spot on the couch. Tyus’s mind went completely submissive and dumb, the muscled jock that was there minutes ago no longer existed, only a dumb obese pig.

He called the left pic a "powerlifting" mode 😄

185-285 😮‍💨

More cookie king

Wore this out to lunch not realising just how tight it was 👀🫣

This is what 3 months of being active on grommr looks like

bro nothing fucking fits me lately… i know i gained a bit but i didn’t know even realise how good it felt to not fit into your old clothes… i can’t wait till they won’t go past my thighs i need to be obese i feel to small

the jiggle…

Thighs getting thicker

In other words, you are into gaining 🐽😈

Little weight gain i guess🐷

In other words, you are into gaining 🐽😈

Just two lads trying to gain @againproject

2023-Feb Post #1 (IV) - @gaylor_swift13

FML: Dominance

I loved my boyfriend dearly, but things sometimes just did not fit. He was perfect everywhere but in bed. I was tired of always having to be the one to top, tired of always needing to take care of always being in control. I decided to make a few changes.

One night, as you were making out I told him I wanted to try something new with him. I told him I was going to turn on some porn while I got ready for some special fun. I had found a website that had promised to provide a video that would change my sweet bottom to someone a little more… gruff. I started up the video, and firmly held my boy in my lap. I looked away as a spiral danced on screen, and I could feel him start to resist. “No, what is this? What is this!?”

I held him firmly and whispered in his ear “Hush, it will be okay babe. Look at how relaxing it is. Just ease your mind, it won’t hurt. You want to be good for me don’t you?”

The spiral continued to turn and I could feel his struggle weaken as he became completely entranced. His eyes were wide and his mouth drooling. His mind was ready for some changes.

I stepped aside and began to watch him as the video began to give its instructions:

“You have always been such a good boy. But good boys need to grow into good men. You want to grow don’t you?”

“You feel yourself maturing, developing into a healthy young man. Men are strong, men take control, men can dominate. They know when to bulk and when to trim the fat.”

Quickly, my boyfriend began to age up a bit. He landed around 27. As he aged, he proceeded to mature. His thin body developed strong muscles as new pecs pushed out of his chest. Arms pulsed as muscle poured in. A deep V was established as abs were sucked out of his body.

“A strong torso needs a strong base. Men support themselves where boys are sometimes weak, physically and mentally”

Legs strengthened and toned, strengthened and toned as they went through years of training. Toes curled as feet cracked wide and reshaped into thick slabs to support the new weight.

At the same time his brows developed a deep furrow, as though his mind was working overtime.

“Grooming is important to strong men, especially gay men. Boyish locks give way to straight hair and fur. They smell and look fresh. ”

His hair straightened as facial hair pushed out of his jaw, leaving a fine mustache and a fine layer of stubble. The patch of hair on his chest wrapped around his muscle, cradling his pecs and abs, emphasizing their strength. I began to quietly rub myself as my new boyfriend was taking shape.

“Men don’t bottom. They… They……”

And the video began to buffer.

My boyfriend quickly came to his senses, and glanced over at me, confused.

“Hey man, what are you doing in my room?”

“Your room? Babe, this is our room.”

“Dude, not this again. I broke up with you years ago. You were always so… boyish. When are you going to mature?”

A sinking feeling hit, “Nonono, come on. Work you stupid thing, work.” I rushed over to the computer and tried refreshing the page.

Right then, the video glitched back on, me standing in front of the computer. I stumbled back to try to avoid it, but my boyfriend caught me. His eyes had already begun to glaze over as I was now subjected to the spiral. My will to.. resist qu…quickly… faaaaded.

“Men… fur…strong. The strong… smell… of men.”

My boyfriend, subjected to a second round, began to erupt in fur. It covered every inch of his torso as he began to sweat with the effort. The thick forest trapped the sweat quickly as a musk began to permeate the air. I too felt electric as my body began to push out a beard of my own, and sweat gleamed on my forehead.”

“Torso… bulk and…fat… accents muscle.”

He began to develop a fine layer of pudge that filled out his body. He looked as though a bulk had gone just a little too far but it perfectly accented the strength in his arms and chest. Myself lacking in much muscle, I began to feel warm as a mix of muscle and fat poured onto my frame together, leaving me panting at the new strength.

“Men…bottom…and top…Dominant…and horny.”

We both began to glance at each other as we felt the next changes hit. Our cocks began swelling….5…6…7…8…9 inches and hard as steel. We began rubbing our bulges as balls became heavy with new sperm. I began to feel the need to pin him down. I wanted to fight him, to get on top, to feel control. At the same time, I wanted him to mount me and ride me like the stallion I was. To feel worshiped. To feel power. I caught him wink at me, out of the corner of my eye, and I needed to pound him right there, but the spiral kept control.

“Support…strength…physically…gay…bro-… mentally.”

I felt my eyes widen as a steady stream of drool poured out my mouth. Exercise regiments and nutrition filled in where college and high school had been. I felt my brain come down to a slog as I just felt the need to… workout and… fuck…just…take…overrr…bruuuuh. A dumb chuckle started next to me and I found myself joining in, unsure what I was even laughing at.

“Good…men…when this video comes to an end… comes to… come… cum… CUM.”

Two shots of jizz arched to coat the screen as to deep grunts were released into the air. I turned to my boyfriend and he looked back at me. God he was beautiful. He was such a good looking bro. I needed to… I needed… I needed him.

———————————————————————

“You ready to submit to daddy this week?” My boyfriend texted, showing off his gains this week. I could smell his musk and taste his cock from here.

“Fuck no bro. You’re going to be moaning on this pole tonight. You better clean out that bussy.” I shot back with a pic of my own.

He was always a bit more cut, both in his muscles and his beard, but I was just as strong and ready to dominate him. I couldn’t wait to get done with our couples workout, grab some fuel, and fuck my man silly. Well, sillier than he already was, bro.