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My clothes can barely keep up with this tank 🐷😋

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What would the skinny, fit you think about the obese, pig you?

Let’s say✨ I go back in time✨

myself now being 334LBS and I saw my super fit muscular self at the gym and we made eye-contact and I just looked at my fat self like DAMN… Then I waddle over to my muscular self and say yeah, just so you know in about three years you’ll be almost 200 pounds fatter than you are now 😳 at the moment I would know deep down, even tho I’m muscular I would think it’s meant to be. Then I’d let go and become the WHALE I knew I was meant to be

🐋🐳🐋

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Feeling plump

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Early morning belly jiggle 😊

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“You’ve Done it This Time…Big Daddy’s Belly is About to Burst”

Big Daddy can’t control his appetite & you can’t control your eagerness to fill him up

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Big mature gentleman 3

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😇

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Could it be possible for us to see a side picture of your body? We really want to see how fat you really are ❤️

Sure! 🐷

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📅 neděle, 30.03.2025

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Big business guts

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Impressive start. These stories about such guys becoming depraved fatass gooners are rather well written with good image references. Looking forward to seeing what you next produce.

thank you for the encouragement. there's several asks in my inbox i need to answer - and there's several people waiting patiently to be changed for the better. can't wait until all my readers are pervy gainer hogs.

as a thank you, here's a treat for you all:

Kyle smirked smugly as he cracked his knuckles, focusing his gaze on the glowing screen of his roommate Aaron’s laptop. The chubby loser had stepped out for the night, leaving behind his personal device like a quite-literally-open invitation. It was shocking enough that the chubby fag actually had a reason to leave his room for once, but this was the icing on the cake. Kyle, the undisputed king of their shared dorm — athletic, classically handsome, irresistible to hot babes —couldn’t resist the temptation to snoop.

Aaron was weird, always stuffing his chubby face with greasy food and belching endlessly, sweating through his XL shirts as he waddled in and out. Kyle figured the loser had to be into something embarrassing. He'd take a quick peek, snap a picture or two, and he'd have a couple month's worth of entertainment to milk when he showed his bros later. He expected to see some cringey anime shit, maybe weird foot stuff. But this?

Kyle’s breath caught as a video popped open on the screen.

An obese, hairy, gray-haired man reclined in a chair, his too-small shirt riding up over a massive, bouncing gut. The guy looked at the camera with a lazy, satisfied grin, and he used his massive hand to rub slow, indulgent circles into his belly.

“Mmmph… just keep feedin’ me, darlin’,” the man moaned, his voice deep and drawling. The old fat ass sounded hungry. He licked his thick lips, then let out a long, wet belch that made Kyle's ears ring.

Kyle recoiled, his stomach feeling uneasy with disgust and confusion. “The hell is this?” His finger reached for the power button. The last thing he wanted was to watch anymore of this weird shit!

ZAP.

A jolt of electricity surged through his body as quickly as his fingertip pressed down on the key. He yelped, but the sound lodged itself in his throat as his muscles locked in place, heat blooming in his chest, his toned core tightening like a retreating wave — then swelling like a full force tsunami.

A deep, gurgling sound roared from his swelling stomach.

Kyle gasped as his once-taut abs pushed outward with lard, the definition he worked so hard for vanishing beneath thickening fat. As he grew, his skin became stretched and sore. His tight shirt became strained from the sheer size of his torso, the fabric clinging to his skin as his belly inflated like a rising dough ball. His whole body quivered, muscles going soft and untrained. Fat piled onto his frame like an avalanche.

His pecs sagged into heavy moobs, a thick carpet of distinctly gray hair erupting across his much larger chest. His arms thickened into fat, useless slabs of meat. Then his fat, dimpled thighs bulged apart, forcing him into a wide, helpless sprawl. He hated it, but he could feel his once proud 8 incher shrink into a numb as his groin became swallowed beneath a hairy, musky fat pad.

Kyle's once handsome face rounded, his jawline vanishing beneath a sagging double chin.

The changes came faster. His smooth, youthful skin wrinkled, years of age marching across his face in mere seconds. His styled, dirty blonde hair lightened, thinned, then started to turn as gray as his chest hairs. Greasy strands fell from his scalp as what remained of his hair formed a horseshoe around his head. His body odor shifted, his designer cologne replaced by sour sweat, musk, and the lingering stench of beer and fast food.

Kyle wheezed, his massive gut surging forward, spilling over his waistband and pressing against the desk that housed Aaron's laptop. His sausage fingers sank into the heavy, warm blubber, and an indecent moan slipped from his lips before he could stop it.

BUUUUUURP.

A deep, thundering belch erupted from his drooling mouth, spraying spit all over the laptop screen. His massive, clearly obese belly heaved, wobbling with the force of the expulsion. His thick fingers twitched, rubbing slow, indulgent circles over his bloated gut. It was like he was forced to act out the pervy video he watched.

And it felt… so good.

Kyle’s mind screamed that this was wrong, that he should fight this, but God, the warmth of his fat belly, the satisfaction of a good belch pushing hot gas out of his bloated body, the sensation of his jiggling, hairy gut jutting out in front of him —it was pure bliss.

The door creaked open.

Kyle turned his nearly bald, sweat-dampened head just as Aaron stepped inside. The young man's beady, piggish eyes widened behind his thick glasses, then his lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Well, well,” Aaron murmured in self satisfaction and a mix of lust, stepping closer. His gaze raked over Kyle’s massive, inflated frame, lingering on his thick, graying chest hair, his sweat-slicked moobs, and the way his huge gut surged over his lap.

Kyle huffed, another lazy burp slipping from his lips as he rubbed slow, eager circles into his belly.

Aaron’s voice dropped, teasing and eager. “Guess ya finally found my collection, huh?”

Kyle whimpered at the tone, his fat, old man body trembling at Aaron’s attention. He should’ve been angry. He should’ve fought. But when Aaron reached into his bookbag and pulled out a greasy fast-food bag, the overwhelming aroma of burgers and fries filled the air —and Kyle’s fat gut growled in need.

Aaron chuckled, cupping his unimpressive bulge with his free hand and starting to rub. “C’mon, big guy. Let’s make my dream daddy even fatter.”

Kyle licked his lips hungrily. The last of his old self melted away and was blasted out of his ass as he let rip a droning, reeking fart. He leaned forward to reach for both his meal and his ideal lover, gut slapping against his thighs.

After all… what else was a greedy, gainer addicted, perverted old man supposed to do?

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Probably won't do too much stuff like this but I've been messing with ChatGPT for inspiration. Been working up the courage and motivation to write some more stories again. You can see it's not super consistent or of any actual quality, but it was just some good fun as an exercise so I thought I would share.

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This type of of transformation >>> @himbeaubimbeau

love how everything has swollen up