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Buffet Date

CW: Weight gain, rapid weight gain, teasing.

Trevor was trying to ignore how full his belly was and how good it felt. His big belly spilled over his lap and pushed his favorite button up shirt to its limit. It was a sky-blue shirt with yellow rubber duckies dotted all around it. His boyfriend, Max, had picked it out as a gift when they first moved in together. The same Max that confided in him that he liked his men chunky, the same Max that kept buying Trevor’s favorite snacks even though Trevor was on a diet. The same Max that innocently suggested a buffet for their date night.

Trevor knew he’d over eat, but couldn’t help himself and he was sure Max did too. The food just smelled amazing. There were so many options from pizza to pasta, stakes to hotdogs, every fried savory food he could think of, and the desserts were so mouthwatering. Trevor didn’t used to be a big guy, but boy did he have a big appetite. He had played football in high school and in college. Trevor had a wide build that made him the first pick on any team. He even had the good looks to make any man swoon or at least he used to. Now, thanks in part to dating Max, Trevor felt he had lost some of that. He was still broad and tried to be athletic, but had started developing a bit of a gut. Sure, some of his gym buddies when through bulking phases and got a bit chunky before getting ripped, but Trevor didn’t do any body building stuff. He liked to keep a lean muscle look. Now staring at an orb of a gut he groaned. He was so full and the food was so good. Rubbing his taught stomach only showed just how much of a pig he made of himself, but it also felt good. He didn’t want to admit it, but a part of Trevor really liked this feeling of being over stuffed. It was a good excuse to let Max dote on him while he just digested. He knew he should be more active, but Max always looked so happy when Trevor ate too much. Maybe it was time to give in? That though vanished when he looked down at the sad state of his favorite shirt.

The day he had gotten the shirt Max had taken him on a magical date to the winter fare. They had gone ice-skating, Trevor had tried to win Max a stuffed animal, they had hot chocolate, and road the Faris wheel. They had stopped by a little boutique before going home. It was filled with all kinds of crazy and goofy shirts. When Trevor saw the rubber ducky shirt he fell in love and he was over joyed when Max bought it for him. They took it home right away. Trevor was so swept up by how cute it was that he didn’t realize it was a size too big. Max had ensured him that he still looked cute in it and the bigger size only gave him room to grow.

Now diamonds of doughy flesh poked between the buttons. Trevor leaned back and stroke his belly. He couldn’t imagen taking another bite. He had already stuffed himself with four full plates. Trevor vowed this would be the last buffet date for the year. He would get back on his fitness grind and fit back into his favorite shirt. Once Max came back, he would tell him his master plan about getting his summer beach bod ready.

Max came back with three plates, one with a few slices of pizza, one with a slice of cheesecake, and the other stacked with two slices of strawberry cheesecake and warm brownies.

          “Sorry for the wait. I heard they were bringing out a fresh batch of brownies and I know how you love them.” Max said.

Trevor completely forgot about his aching belly the second he smelled the brownies. They were so rich. He could smell the semi-sweet chocolate and could almost taste it. His summer body forgotten he chowed down on the brownies. They were even better than he imagined. So dark and rich, with the perfect smooth fudge texture. They practically melted in his mouth. Trevor inhaled the last few and the cheesecake. Without a second thought he got up and raced towards the brownie station.

They had set out two massive sheets, still steaming. Like a child possessed, he quickly loaded his plate high with brownies. As he walked back to his table he had to peak over the mountain of brownies and had missed Max’s massive grin. Max was full on laughing by the time Trevor came back to the table.

“What, did I take too many?” Trevor said.

“No baby, your shirt.” Max said as he tried, and failed, to keep in his laughter.

Trevor looked down and saw two buttons in the middle of his shirt had popped off, his soft belly exposed to the air. He turned the deepest shade of crimson and hid behind his tower of brownies.

“Aw baby, no need to be embarrassed. I think you look very sexy with that soft belly.” Max said.

“Then why were you laughing?” Treavor said.

“Because I got an email that your new shirt had arrived.” Max said.

This did not quite answer Trevor’s confusion and Max recognized that and continued.

“I know how much you love that shirt and I know it has been fitting a little snug recently. So, I found out that store had a webpage and, on a whim, bought it the next size up. I’m just laughing because right as I got the email your buttons flew off.” Max said.

Trevor was still embarrassed but touched. He looked down at the plate and a had a wicked idea.

“Well let’s see if you can pop the rest of my button’s off.” Trevor said.

Now it was Max’s turn to be flustered.

“Wait what?” Max said.

Trevor wasn’t sure what came over him. He still wanted his lean summer bod, but loved seeming Max flustered and new this would do the trick.

“Yea, just feed me till I pop.” Trevor said as he pushed the plate of brownies towards Max.

Still flustered, but now definitely horny, Max picked up a brownie and popped it in Trevor’s mouth. Instantly Trevor was in heaven. The brownie was still as good, but the extra edge of having his sexy boyfriend feed them too him was doing wonders. Trevor knew in that moment his new shirt wouldn’t last very long.

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Rules/Guidelines for being the Best Pigs you can be:

1) Always say yes if you're offered more food/drink.

2) always buy more snacks than you think yoy can manage.

3) always have pudding if it's offered.

4) always say 'very' when someone asks if you're hungry.

5) always clear your plate no matter what. It doesn't matter how long it takes you so long as you do it.

6) Always finish at least one full bag of crisps or chocolates per snack.

7) Always snack between meals.

8) Never go to bed on an empty stomach.

9) Try to move around as little as possible and avoid exercise as much as you can.

10) If you feel full always try to eat a bit more to increase your capacity.

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The hottest part of gaining weight is when your comfort clothes start to get uncomfortable.

The oversized shirt you loved, because you practically swam in it, first gets tighter around your gut and then keeps riding up your midriff. You constantly have to pull it down, even thought it stopped covering your complete gut 20 lb ago.

The strings on your favorite sweatpants get shorter and shorter until they eventually get to short to tighten or, if they were short to begin with, disappear within the waistband, never to be seen again.

It starts to become a hassle to pull them up over your love handles so you start to keep them below your heavy gut, that starts to hang over the waistband like a cute wobbly apron.

Freed of shirts and pants it wobbles with every step sending shivers through your thickening body.

At some point you will have to get new, bigger comfort clothes. Maybe you even get them a size or two larger than you are right now, since it is inevitable that you too will outgrow them.

And maybe you should get new undewear while you're at it, it seems that all your faves shrunk in the wash...

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It’s hard to hear because it’s muffled between my thighs, but I do have my vibe around my cock at max power! As I’m posting this I’m wearing it! Fuck I’m such a greedy fatty! Just please feed and fuck me relentlessly until I’m too stupid to ask for anything other than more food and to be fucked again and again and again 🥵

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one of the hottest things about guys gaining weight is how much they start struggling when having sex 😵‍💫

missionary except they become clumsy because their belly is in their way

while sitting up being impossible because their dick is buried in their fat

them being so out of shape they start sweating even if i’m on top, with their belly resting against me

and my absolute favorite, doggy except they are so fat they need to rest their gut on my ass to even think about reaching

no matter what position they turn into a sweaty, wheezing, panting mess. needing to stop every couple thrusts, often not being able to get themselves off without help because they cannot keep up. then you can offer them a deal, you will get them off as long as they keep eating <3

it’s okay, just like everything else i would make sure i take care of everything for them… but god do i enjoy seeing them struggle💞

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Sabotaged

You knew you should have gotten out while you still could. In retrospect, there were plenty of warning signs even on that first date that you should have heeded.

How I encouraged you to overeat and brought you more and more food with little regard to your ability to finish it. How I insisted you to try to finish it anyway. How I looked at your belly afterwards, asking how it felt. If it felt nice and full. But you dismissed them at the time. "What harm is one night of overeating? Maybe he likes a girl with some softness. It's kind of sweet actually." you told yourself. It probably would have ended there if that wasn't the best date you'd ever been on.

Yes yes, I've heard this rant of yours before, piggy. Please skip ahead to the really hot part. Talk about how I ruined you. Oh, and make sure to conveniently leave out how eager you were to continue it all, as usual. Yes, my fault for buying you food. Like you were ever gonna say no. Look at how goddamned fat you are!

As I was saying, our first date was wonderful and it quickly became a trend in our relationship. Always encouraging you order whatever you wanted but always encouraging you to eat more. At first, it just meant a bloated tummy a couple nights a week. And really, it's not like you were that small when we met. A bit on the plush side. So it wasn't like it was that big a deal, right? No harm in being pampered a bit, right? Either way, you loved it.

Over the next few weeks and months, our dates continued in the same vein. Encouragement. Pampering. Bigger meals. Desserts. Appetizers. Drinks. Constantly trying new places and eating the most fattening and unhealthy foods. Sometimes multiple times per day. And nowadays you want to pretend it's all my fault. Yet you conveniently leave out the fact that you quickly began insisting on eating more, on sweets and fried things. It was so cute that you were pretending you weren't blowing up while gorging yourself almost constantly. At that point I simply didn't try to stop you. I remember getting so turned on when you jokingly accused me of fattening you up, but you know what? You were right. I was fattening you like a hog and you know damn well you didn't want it to stop. Besides, you were always so horny after you ate.

I will admit I couldn't help myself though. At one point you started slowing down and I couldn't help myself. I needed you fatter, really. You want to know one of my favorite tricks to keep you growing? It was so hot, too. Making fun of you for getting fatter, telling you how worried I was about your weight. Lying and saying I'd help you lose it.. Meanwhile I sabotaged every diet, convincing you to take cheat cheat meals whenever I could. Which was often, because you never lasted long before you caved. And you were so anxious about your weight gain that-- guess what? You overate to cope!

Anyway, you tried dieting lots of times and failed every single one miserably, piling on extra pounds with each doomed attempt. Did you notice how, when you went off your diet and started gorging again, that the scale often would show you actually managed to lose weight? That never happened. I manipulated the scale to show whatever I need it to show to make you fatter. When I needed to encourage you or discourage you-- you thought you lost more or gained less than you did. When a diet was working it would show you gained weight and vice-versa. Either way, same result: you cheated on the diet as a reward or got discouraged into giving up and quitting instead returning to happily gorging on your favorite treats. And boy did I ever enable that last one. So many times. Too many to count. And always as soon as you thought you might have accomplished something. Well, I think it's a good thing to reward my hog for doing such a good job at fattening up. All those pounds you thought you'd lost? They were mostly gains.

Of course, I always pretended I was upset that you were gaining so much weight, berating your gluttony and criticizing you for being so irresponsible with your body and health. I talked about your size in front of others. Made fun of you, teased you, insulted your weight in public. Degrading you for snacking between meals while handing you said snacks to gorge yourself with. That got me hard as a rock and it was so cute how red you got when I did it. I kept you ashamed for being so out of shape, and that made you desperate for my approval and affirmation.

Noticing a pattern here? I would make you doubt yourself at every turn and it was so easy because you already wanted to indulge. You wanted me to sabotage you and you wanted to ignore what you were doing to yourself. I could see the self-loathing written all over you, plain as day but you were so horny after every big stuffing. You loved to feel guilty about it. I loved that you hated that you loved it. Your inability to resist was hilarious. How you would talk about your diets and plans and worries, always fretting and complaining about your growing body, how you wished you would slim down. The sheer anxiety and stress caused you to constantly turn to eating for comfort. Overeating was just a constant, unconscious habit. Snacking and indulgence dominated your life and were your only outlet for any strong emotion. In private it was worse, stuffing your face in front of me with reckless abandon as you descended into mindless gluttony fueled by shame and pleasure.

Yes, pleasure. I made sure to reward you when you were eating "properly." Those little touches during a meal, kissing and groping. My obvious appreciation of your softening body, making it clear I liked you bigger. Rewards for every bite of food, praise and attention, kisses and affection for finishing a meal. Orgasms on demand. Sex was only allowed if you finished your meal, after all. As though that was any sort of problem for you. Soon you associated eating with sex. With intimacy, pleasure and affection. You had no idea what you were getting into, how fast I was corrupting you and pulling you further and *further into hedonism and you didn't complain about that at any point.

Carrot and stick. Well, not so much carrots for you, right fatty? Maybe if they were deep fried and covered in gravy. That might actually be a great snack, honestly. We'll revisit that thought later. Anyway, Carrot and stick. Pleasure, rewards and guilt-free indulgence mixed with ridicule and humiliation when you were trying to lose weight. And you knew that whole time that my concerns masked my desire to see you get worse. To eat more and gain more and ruin your figure with lard and softness. You even told me as much.

That was the real turning point, when you finally decided to confront me about how fat you were getting and I simply doubled down. I humiliated you for having let yourself go, shamed you for eating too much, berated you for your laziness and lack of motivation. You broke down crying in front of me, admitting it all. You admitted everything! You said that you had a problem, you loved eating junk food, you loved overeating and getting fatter and that you hated that about yourself. How you didn't know why I stayed with such a gluttonous mess. Poor, stupid slut. I was just waiting for that moment.

And that, essentially, is the story of how you ended up in this room. Everything after that point is basically ephemeral. Just details leading us to where we are right now. I took control, obviously. I made you realize your place and understand that I was your feeder and that I decide how much you eat and how fat you were going to get from then on. I was pleased to see how excited this new arrangement made you.

When we moved in together I had you quit your job and turned you into my fat, lazy househog. Without anything to distract you from the pleasure of eating and gorging, you began putting on weight incredibly fast. There were no more diets or weight loss attempts. Every day became a non-stop binge of all the most unhealthy and fattening food imaginable. It wasn't long before you grew so heavy and lazy that walking even short distances left you breathless, sweaty and tired. Of course, I always insisted you walk somewhere to get a little exercise. But never for long. It was so arousing watching you waddle around, gasping for air like a beached whale while I teased you about how fat you were getting.

You were so busy eating and getting fucked that I don't think you even noticed when you finally became bedbound. The transition was gradual and you were in denial through most of it. As your bulk grew larger, it became harder and harder for you to move on your own. As a result, you spent more and more time sitting or laying in bed, doing little else besides sleeping, eating and masturbating-- which you needed help with, as your fat arms couldn't reach down below the ocean of flesh your belly has expanded into.

Slowly, day after day, your movements became smaller, shorter and less frequent as your mobility degraded steadily. Your muscles wasted away from disuse until they couldn't support your immensely flabby body. Your waistline disappeared and your thighs expanded further and further until you couldn't move them or close them at all anymore. As your body has grown, your world has shrunk until it encompasses only this bedroom with its reinforced bed, specially designed to support your ever-expanding body. Any last vestiges of independence and agency you had once clung to vanished. Isn't this so much better? At least you don't struggle with your weight anymore.

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ok so hear me out;

chubby.

himbos.

• standing looking in the mirror tugging at his "shrinking shirt" and wondering why it doesn't fit anymore

• absentmindedly rubbing his chub in public just because it feels good and getting embarrassed when called out

• not having enough spacial awareness and constantly brushing you with his gut or knocking things over with his fat ass and wide hips

• pestering you for food and belly rubs while oblivious to the fact you're busy in other tasks

• easily persuaded to do most things in exchange for something yummy

• often burns tongue attempting to dig into piping hot food due to impatience

• forgets their current favourite outfit doesn't at all fit any longer and still wears it out

• favourite things to do are eat, be lazy and fuck - all in excess

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This just in: fat pig pisses himself

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6 all the wayyyyyyy

Depravity/Desire Scale (For Feedees)

Feedees... where do you land?

0 - Please don't. I don't want to interact with a feeder. This is for me only.

1 - Please encourage me to overeat from afar. Say nice things. I'm pretty shy about all this.

2 - Please hand-feed me slowly and sensually. I will stop eating when I'm content. You can rub my belly, but be gentle.

3 - Please feed me and gently squeeze my belly. You can play with and prod at my fat, but nothing rough. I'll stop eating when I'm full.

4 - Please be a bit rough when hand-feeding me. I want a light sense of danger and want you to push me to eat a bit faster than I'm used to, but I'm still entirely in control. We both organically agree when I stop eating.

5 - Please stuff me. Push me a little past the point of being full. Find my limit where I would stop on my own and then make me go over the line. I want to be both encouraged and teased.

6- Please bend me over a cake and let me eat while you fuck me. Slap my ass and say hot things to me as I eat for you. Encourage me to say nasty feedism things. Make me feel like a fat pig/cow/person.

7 - Please force feed me. What goes in my mouth is entirely in your control. I'm at your mercy from this point on. What you say goes. And even when I moan and complain, you set me straight and make me open wide. You stuff me so much that I can barely move when we're done.

8 - Please tie me up/retrain me and force-feed me or funnel-feed me. I want to surrender all control. I may be a fussy brat about it, but I know you're in change. I may nearly pass out from how much I eat and will need to sleep afterward.

9 - Please Tie me up/restrain me and roughly force-feed me or aggressively funnel-feed me. We get messy. I'm begging you to stop but consenting to the rough play. Tease me while you feed me. Be mean. Be really mean. Slap my fat as you fill me up. When I'm too full to move, take me to my bed and fuck my temporarily immobile body.

10 - Please Say nasty things to me about my weight/size and humiliate the fuck out of me until I cry. As you fuck me, force me to eat whatever you want me to eat, you're in control. Make me eat out of a trough on all fours. I'll oink. I'll Moo. I'll say whatever you want me to. One stuffing is followed by another by the time I'm able to recover. I'm in a near-constant state of food intoxication from how much I'm eating.

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It’s mid-Sunday afternoon and Im naked in bed shovelling ice cream into my mouth while edging myself. God what the fuck is happening to me. I could be at the gym right now but instead Im opening up another pint of ice cream while dripping pre-cum, and kneading my growing belly. Im such a pig 😮‍💨.

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It's been a few weeks of letting me stuff you with McDonald's while giving you head to make sure your fat pussy is overstimulated.

But today hit different. Today you went to a drive-thru on your lunch break. The employee handed you your bag of fast food and...... you got horny. 

Where did that come from??

What's happening??

Am I actually turned on right now?

Your chubby cheeks are flushed red, your head got all hot, your pussy is tingling. 

You're actually shocked and don't want to look flustered in front of the employee but this sudden embarrassment is just making that fire in your pussy grow even more, it's out of control. Just like your growing gut.   

You take the first bite of your calorie dense, fattening burger and you can feel your pants are instantly soaked. 

You're so shocked and turned on that you don't even know what to think. You're embarrassed, but you're thrilled. You're scared, but you're proud. 

You're so flustered that you're barely even conscious of the food as you're stuffing it into your chubby cheeks.

You can't wait to tell me about it, you know i'll be so proud

I've trained you well. I've trained you to get wet for fast food. No going back now, big girl 😇

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It’s mid-Sunday afternoon and Im naked in bed shovelling ice cream into my mouth while edging myself. God what the fuck is happening to me. I could be at the gym right now but instead Im opening up another pint of ice cream while dripping pre-cum, and kneading my growing belly. Im such a pig 😮‍💨.

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The Rules of being a good fatty!

 

 

Step 1: Get helplessly addicted to food, Make sure that you eat as much as possible and  as frequently as possible. Get into the habit of snacking when you are bored, Always make being  full your number one priority.

 

Step 2: enjoy getting fatter, Start obsessing over the thoughts of getting fatter, and bigger, Imagine what you will  look  like when you weigh  20, 30, 40 50, even 100 pounds more, Imagine how look and how your be when you can  hardly move.

Step 3:  Learn to be as submissive as possible, let your own greed & gluttony recover, think of how much you love not being in control, You don’t want to be  It’s much more fun to let someone else feed &  stuff you.

Step 4: Become as greed and gluttonous as possible. Think about food and eating whenever you can, allows yourself to be turned on by how much of a fatty  pig you are. Embrace every single fatting thought that pops into your mind, regardless of the time or situation, keep on eating and eating. 

Step 5: Let yourself  fully go. You love food you love eating, you love getting  fatter. You love being controlled, you love having no control, Those are your favourites things. So why bother with anything else? Who cares that people are starting to give you weird and disgraceful stares? What does it matter you can’t fit into any of your clothes?  It’s okay. Those things don’t matter to you. What matters is food eating  and eating  and fatting bigger for your self and your partner,  go on  relax, keep on Eat and eating . Get turned on. Let your lover feed and stuff & plusher you..

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feedees who get out of breath masturbating and have to stop because their heart is beating too fast, their arm is tired and they are sweating profusely <3

i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~

waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~

grinding harder each time they take a bite, teasing their nipples and leaving kisses all over their chest, praising them for eating so much for me, completely overwhelm them with attention and food until they cum in their underwear, urging them to keep eating regardless until they pass out again<33

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I've gotten myself so so so addicted to fast food and it makes me SO unbelievably horny

The cycle of binge eating thousands of empty calories, getting horny about it and then craving it more is so scary... and so hot... and so addicting. Like okay, I will happily keep on piling fat onto my body if it means I get to eat like garbage and get off every single night. I'll gladly give in to a slow and sedentary lifestyle if it means I get to Uber eats party packs of fast food to my bed while I sit on fat ass and feed my addiction.

Something about constantly eating fast food makes me feel like such a gross slutty pig and I adore it 🫶🏼

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good boys get stoned and eat till they can't get out of bed ❤️

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feedees who get out of breath masturbating and have to stop because their heart is beating too fast, their arm is tired and they are sweating profusely <3

i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~

waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~

grinding harder each time they take a bite, teasing their nipples and leaving kisses all over their chest, praising them for eating so much for me, completely overwhelm them with attention and food until they cum in their underwear, urging them to keep eating regardless until they pass out again<33