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Hey…. So this is totally getting out of control…. My addiction is running wild and my body is just flooding with Fat and new stretch marks.. it’s almost too much of time but then I just feel the rush of being stuffed and knowing that more fat is on the way and I just keep going deeper and deeper ! I really think I’m gonna end up like 700 pounds.

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This is what happens when you take your weight gain fetish… and make it the most important thing in your life for a decade..

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Watch me and @xjock5858 Stuff each other silly. The football players reunite for another season.

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A bloat free comparison

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The dumb jock and his big belly

“I dunno why, my belly keeps getting bigger and bigger! Like whenever I eat, it blows up like a balloon!” Tim said. “And it gets bigger! Each time!”

“It’s because you eat too much”, I said.

“Like, this morning, I only had a normal sized breakfast,” Tim continued, “and after my belly looked like a basketball! Not making this up.”

“You’re eating too much,” I repeated.

“No, I’m not eating too much,” he replied, “I can’t eat too much. I exercise all the time and I still have my abs.”

Tim was a bit dumb. A nice guy, and a good friend, but yeah, he was the typical dumb jock. He didn’t get that, even if he was burning all the calories, the huge volumes of food he was eating didn’t magically vanish as soon as he swallowed it, or that the constant overeating was progressively stretching his stomach. What a “normal sized breakfast” was, at this point, I didn’t know, but I’d be willing to bet large amounts of money that it was a lot more than the average human would eat.

“So, we eating?” Tim said, perking up.

 I nodded, and smiled. Tim was a good friend, as I said, but he was dumb, and I knew just what I was going to do with that.

At the eatery, I decided to order a large pizza, as opposed to my usual medium. Tim didn’t comment, but I could see him eyeing my food, and ordering both a large pizza and a large tacos. As expected. In all domains, Tim’s competitive instincts always pushed him to go further, and eating was no exception.

I didn’t even have to pace myself, Tim was wolfing down his food at breakneck speed, as always. He had his tacos in one hand, and a slice of pizza in the other, alternating between both. When he had eaten about 1/3rd of both, he let out the first of what was going to be many burps, almost choking in the process.

“Didn’t see that one coming,” he laughed, before returning to stuffing his face. Tim always wore tight tank tops that not only exposted his meaty arms and shoulders, but also hugged his pecs and back, so you could already guess the outline of his slightly bloated belly.

I’d barely eaten a quarter of my pizza (not that I was going to have much more) when he’d finished it all. He let out another burp, this time a proud and loud burp that he wanted everyone to hear.

Tim looked down at his belly, now sticking out a few inches from under his pecs, He lifted up his tank top. He still had visible abs, but his expanding stomach had given them a gentle curve.

“Shit, I’m bloated!”

Then, his gaze shifted to my still unfinished food.

“You gonna eat that?” he asked.

I smiled. Tim was predictable.

“No, go ahead. I ordered too much.”

It was. Completely flat less than half an hour ago, it had swollen to the size of a basketball. Too big, probably, but I was sure Tim could get even bigger, and knew what to do.

“Yeah, it looks way too full,” I said. “You look like you’d burst, or throw up, if you ate another mouthful.”

“C'mon, I’m not gonna puke because I ate too much, I’m no pussy,” he said, slightly offended.

“I have a hard time imagining how you could eat more food,” I said, “you look packed to the limit.”

That was it for Tim. He got up, walked to the counter, and returned with both another pizza and another tacos. More than I’d expected, to be honest.

“You’re going to eat all that?” I asked. Genuinely, this time.

“Yeah. The guy selling said I looked too full. Gotta show him what I’m capable of.”

Tim once again started eating them both at the same time, though no longer at the same pace. He wasn’t eating slowly, strictly speaking, but he was taking the time to let each mouthful go down, to let his stomach expand, rather than “chugging” solid food. And while Tim had been ignoring (or forgetting) his belly during his previous courses, now, he was giving it a rub or a pat at regular intervals.

Tim’s belly was getting visibly bigger, now. With each mouthful, you could see it expand a bit more, in all directions. The contrast with his lean muscular body was such that you might think he’d put a big balloon under his shirt, if it hadn’t ridden up to reveal the lower part of his belly.

Tim took a pause, about 2/3rds through,  letting out a sigh.

“It’s heavy,” he said, stretching back. He then gave his belly a few taps with one finger. “Bro it’s so tight.” The tone of his voice showed some discomfort.

“You think you’re gonna be able to finish it?”

“Course I am!”

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the final push. At first he resumed eating at a quick pace, but he soon started taking breaks between each chunk of food he swallowed. Tim was visibly in pain. You could see it in his eyes, in the way he touched his big belly. Pride and competitiveness kept him going, though part of me wasn’t sure if he knew that stuffing more food into an overloaded belly was only going to make it hurt more. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Did it,” he said when all was eaten, sounding both proud and sick.

“Holy shit you did it,” I said. I’d kinda pushed him to it, but I was impressed that he’d managed to eat that much.

“My belly is way too big,” he said, looking at his enormous stomach. “Just look at the size of this thing!”

It was. I’d seen Tim overeat plenty of times, but I’d never seen him this bloated.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“My belly feels like it’s about to pop,” he said. “Like, I breathe in too hard, and then boom!”

“Don’t stop breathing completely,” I joked, “not sure that would be better!”

Tim laughed, then stopped. 

“Fuck, my belly really hurts. Like, my stomach is a balloon, and when I laugh it’s like kicking it really hard.”

Tim sat back in his chair, and I put a hand on his belly. The pressure in there was high, but not as high as I’d feared. Tim probably wasn’t going to burst if I pressed too hard.Rubbing his stomach, I could feel the huge mass of food in there, but also that he had a lot of gas, both from eating too quickly and the early stages of digestion. If I could get him to burp it out, he’d probably feel better.

So I got to work, moved my hands first around the lower areas, then moving upward, pressed hard enough to shift things inside his stomach, but not hard enough to.hurt him. Untill…

“BUUUUUUUUURP”

As Tim let out the loudest burp I had ever heard. I felt his stomach deflate ever so slightly, and the pressure in there go down.

“Bro! That’s crazy! You made me burp just by touching my belly!” He said, now looking like he didn’t even know what pain felt like.

“Yeah, there was a lot of gas in your stomach, so I forced it out. That’s probably why your belly was hurting so much.”

“You’re awesome man,” he said. Getting up. 

“Where are you going?” I asked. Now that he was standing, I could get a complete view of his overloaded belly, An almost perfect sphere, complementing his muscular build.

“I’m gonna get another tacos,” he said. “My gut isn’t too full anymore.”

“Bro, that’s too much,” I said. “Even for you.”

“No, it’s fine! You made me burp all the gas out, remember?”

At this point, I was more concerned than curious. I watched him walk up to the counter, his movement surprisingly unimpeded by his watermelon-sized belly. Being so athletic probably made it easier for him to carry such a big mass of food around with him. As I watched him return, I tried (and failed) to imagine how his already enormous stomach could expand to hold that extra tacos.

Okay, maybe I was curious. But I was still concerned!

“Bro, you look like you’re about to explode.” I said. I really didn’t mean it as teasing, even less as encouragement, but that’s obviously how he took it, since by the time he said “yes”, his mouth was already full.

Tim’s belly was already too full when he started, and with every bite his belly inflated more and more. I kept thinking it couldn’t get any bigger, but it did. The pressure in there had to be tremendous, especially since all the gas I’d made him burp out was being replaced by solid food. Tim didn’t seem bothered, though I’m not sure if that’s because he didn’t hurt, or if his brain was only capable of processing one thing at a time.

Then, he swallowed his last mouthful. His enormous stomach nudged outward one last time. I don’t think I’d ever seen a belly so round before. It looked more like a balloon than the midsection of a young, athletic human being.

Tim, remembering how much he’d eaten, slowly looked down to his ballgut. Stayed still for a moment. Slowly moved a hand towards it, and hesitated. As if worried it might burst if he touched it. After what felt like a long time, he took the plunge, put the hand on his belly, and when it didn’t burst, started rubbing. He sat back, and I helped him massage his belly. Tim rubbing the top ledge under his pecs, me rubbing the curve around his navel. It was packed so hard it felt like pressurised rock, if that made any sense.

“My belly is too big”, he said. “Way too big.”

“You eat too much,” I said.

“No,” he replied, “I don’t eat too much. I can’t eat too much.”

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