Do You Get Turned On My Your Lard Jiggling When You Walk?

Do you get turned on my your lard jiggling when you walk?

It’s definitely a great feeling. What turns me on more is the looks my friends give me. That quick up and down glance and how they always stop at the belly. Thinking I don’t notice but it’s always noticeable when I’m growing week by week.

Grease me up

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Gainer Stories

Gainer themed stories I've written. Click on a number to be taken to that part. (As I make more this will be updated.)

Taking a Few for the Team: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] (to be continued)

Coach's Big Secret: [1] [2] [3]

Cody used to have abs. Now he eats DoorDash till he’s writhing and whimpering in his recliner. Moanin like he’s gettin fucked. He knows it makes him a fuckin man. He’s American after all. How can he resist? His dick drips with precum after he’s on his third pizza slice. Too fuckin irresistible. The cycle of feeding, edging, sleeping is all he thinks about. He’s up 35 pounds this summer. He’s starting to get fat just like all his bros. He catches them lookin at his belly pushing against his shirts. What’s the point in buying new clothes? Turns him on so fuckin much feeling his new thick body rubbing against the fabric. His thick hairy thighs rubbing against each other as he walks. His belly shaking with every step. His tight briefs are perfect for concealing his boner. Now that he’s an American fatboy, he’s perpetually full. And perpetually horny. Completely hypnotized by his own domestication process.

He can’t help but notice other changes too. Feeling dumber by the day. Why bother thinkin about anything else? Why bother reading books? Besides, he likes watching tv more anyway. He’s a fuckin man now. Just another proud dumb American fatboy. He never had an interest in country music, but now he can’t help but blast country music from his speakers when he does lawn work. Beer in hand. Shirt off. So everyone can see what a fuckin man looks like. Now he’s an all American thickboy. Just like all the other men in his neighborhood. He can’t help but look at them. Thinkin about their hairy hands cramming food into his mouth. In fact, he doesn’t even seem interested in women anymore.

Now all his bros have matching bellies. Inevitably gettin bigger every month. And Cody can’t help but order massive amounts of food and beer for them. They can’t help but eat competitively. Joking about how fat they’re getting, jokingly patting each others bellies. They almost seem to like it as much as Cody.

After days of edging and eating and showing his belly off. Every once in a while, he can’t help but let it out. Cummin harder than he ever has before. Hypnotized, writhing and grunting, rubbing his own fat. Pure ecstasy flowing through his whole thick body. Warm pleasure resonating in his full hairy belly. He barely has to touch his dick anymore. The smell of pizza and the feeling of his rough hands on his belly is enough to make him shoot loads. Cause Cody’s makin his country proud. The new standard of American masculinity. Little does he know all his buddies are jerkin off to their own bellies too. They can’t help it, they’re dumb American fatboys now.

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