The trail was long and twisted wildly. Weaving through trees and bushes, ascending and descending. It couldn’t have been maintained for years. In fact it was barely visible, except Alec knew exactly where to look. As part of his initiation for his rugby team, Alec had been sent to find The Den. He didn’t know much about it other than it was used for most player’s initiations. The woods always creeped him out and as a large rugby player Alec only just squeezed down the narrow path. Several branches had got caught on his sweater which he’d abandoned a couple minutes ago when it got badly caught on a branch. Bare chested, Alec felt more vulnerable than usual until there was a clearing. Emerging from the path Alec could see a small wooden cabin. Oddly it looked warm and inviting. Cosy even. The sun shone down on Alec as he walked towards the cabin making his already blonde hair look warm and golden like honey.
Stepping into the house Alec tried to stay as silent as possible. “Find the poppers and get out.” He whispered to himself in reassurance. With each slow step, the floor creaked under his weight. The kitchen was the room closest so he decided to start his search there. He wasn’t certain if anyone was home so as he began opening cupboards he did so delicately. On the kitchen table was what looked like three birthday cakes with writing on top of each. Peering down he read the cake closest with the witch chocolate writing, “Welcome Goldilocks!” Shit, we’re they expecting a visitor? He needed to be quick. However he couldn’t break his gaze from that first cake. The icing looked smooth and sweet. A mid layer of chocolate sauce dripped down the sides and the sponge looked soft and fluffy. It looked like such a grand dark chocolate cake. Maybe just one bite wouldn’t hurt? It looked so good. With his finger, he removed a small piece of icing and brought it to his lips. It was like heaven in his mouth. Sweet and fluffy and chocolaty.
Before he could control himself, Alec plunged his hands into the cake. He took ravenous fistfuls of the dessert and shoved it into his mouth. The chocolate taste was overwhelming his senses. He just wanted more. And more he ate. He ate and ate until the whole cake was gone. Even then he stood licking any remnants of the cake off his hands and sucked the icing off each finger, slow and seductively so david every lick. All of a sudden his mouth felt dry. Drier than it had ever felt. Oh god, that cake must have been was too dry to eat all at once! Without second thought he made a b-line for the fridge. He rummaged through until he found a container of milk. He ripped the cap off and began downing the contents. Gallons of milk ran down his throat and dripped down his chin onto his bare chest. Before he knew it the milk was gone, and the dryness had ceased.
Alec knew he needed to look for the poppers as he was wasting too much time, but the smell coming from the other two cakes drew him back. The next cake to catch Alec’s attention was the victoria sponge. Thick white icing was spread across the top with cream spiriting around the outer edges. Bright red strawberries were carefully placed around the edge and the runny jam filling dripped out of the middle layer down the cake. This cake had a different message in red icing, “Here’s Something Sweet.” Alec already felt bloated from the cake before as well as the carton of milk, but a hunger stirred up inside him again and drive his face into the cake. He licked around the edge of the cake collecting the cream and strawberries in his mouth. Next he started demolishing the cake with his hands and the process repeated until he was yet again cleaning his hands. I’m his haze of eating, Alec failed to notice the other cake had been moved. He’d also failed to notice the three men behind him watching him eat. The three, big burly bears. As he finished, Alec heard footsteps behind him and swerved around to face them. By the time he was looking the footsteps were gone. He looked back at the table to see the cake had too. Where could it have gone? Did he just imagine it? He was looking around frantically, desperate to eat the last cake. He didn’t even acknowledge his swollen belly bumping into the counter as he looked. That last cake left him feeling very energetic, like he was on a sugar high. It had been far too sugary for Alec’s liking but drew him on to find the last cake. It was then that the smell hit him. It was like butter. He followed the smell into the next room where he saw the final cake had been placed on a coffee table in front of a couch. Alec slammed his ass down on the seat not noticing how heavily the couch creaked under his weight. All he was occupied with was the cake. He started scooping handfuls of it before he even read the message on top, “Just Save Room For Dessert.” He was already half way through the tower of cake before he realised it was a butter cake. Pumped full of buttermilk and a raspberry filling which was not dripping down his chin and running down his hands. Only on his last handful did he look up, chunks of cake dropping off his icing smothered lips, did he see the three men staring at him.
There were fat and hairy. The definition of gay bears. Wearing leather harnesses and grinning ear to ear. “Don’t let them catch you,” Alec remembered, “we don’t know what happens if they do, but you’ll never be seen again!” The words of his teammate rang through his ears as one of the older bears bent down until he was inches away from Alec’s face. Alec had frozen mid bite in fear until the man reached out for Alec’s hand and pushed the last piece into his open mouth. “Every bite boy, gotta make you big and strong.” As Alex swallowed that last piece of cake a gurgle rumbled from his packed stomach. It was deep and low. Alec’s hands shot to his stomach in pain as an overwhelming feeling of fullness pushed his belly to its capacity. He threw himself back in pain as the bear climbed on top of the stuffed hunk. “I told you to leave room for dessert.”
The man rubbed his hand against Alec’s tight plated belly. His rough hands almost scratched at Alec’s skin, but in a way it was soothing. So soothing in fact that Alec began to moan. “That feel good big guy?” The bear asked as her continued rubbing the swollen stomach. Feeling the weight of both his belly and the man pinning him down, Alec struggled to be able to move. He sound the man tubbing his belly so comforting as he moaned in relief. Soon that relief turned into pleasure. “Now boy, I can feel you poking my ass cheek with that meat of yours, but how about we really give you some dessert.” Before Alec could speak the man was placing a handful of cake into Alec’s moaning mouth. One piece was quickly followed by another, then another. The entire time Alec wriggled in comfort as he was force fed further. Instead of his stomach becoming tighter his body made more room. The more cake he ate the more his body began to soften. His once rock hard muscles began to soften as blubber was caked in top of them. With each handful the man on top of him rubbed Alec’s now fattening belly. Still stuffed, only it grew bigger. The man then used his cake smothered hand to reach into Alec’s shorts and start rubbing his tight hole. His finger rimmed around the outside until it was slick with fondant. As he placed another piece of cake into Alec’s mouth, he also placed a cakey finger into Alec’s hole.
After hours of being force fed on the sofa and fucked simultaneously, the man plopped his cock out of Alec’s iced hole and semen dripped out of it like an iced doughnut. “Time to get up boy. We have a few more treats to welcome you.” As Alec slowly pushed his now fatter body up he could finally assess the damage. His stomach sat in his lap and a soft pair of man tits rest on top of it. His arms wobbled as he moved them and looked packed with fat and muscle. His legs were similar as they looked chunky and he sat with his legs spread to accommodate his larger belly. He reached down to find his still hard cock. Only now it was buried under layers of fat and a bulging fat pad. It almost felt like a mini belly below his already overhanging gut. He must have been 300 lbs at least! The three bears stood in the doorway watching over Alec. They looked at him hungrily, licking their lips and stroking their beards. They knew what was about to happen. Alec was of course their new growing boy. Their own chubby cute Goldilocks to take care of. On fat feet, Alec stood up and started stomping forward. He Wes being driven by his gut. It led him past the men and into the kitchen. He stumbled over to the fridge, his fat body wobbling the entire way. He opened it and peered in, his fat ass jutted out behind him as the weight of his belly was allowed to hang forward freely. Rummaging though he ate anything that would satisfy his now insatiable fatty sweet tooth. Chocolate. Eclairs. Pastries. It all went into his ever munching mouth. Once the bears joined him in the kitchen, one of the smaller of the three placed a hand on Alec’s fat back. His thick fingers sunk into Alec’s soft skin. Alec turned around, a bottle of squirts cream wedged into his mouth like a baby’s bottle.
“So Goldie, meet your new family. I’m Dylan and these two are my papas. You’ve met Big Daddy already, my other pops is Grizzly. You can call me Cub.” Alec looked at the hairy fat men in awe as he rubbed his own fat belly. Although his mind was quickly back to food as he squirted more cream into his mouth. He wasn’t hairy like the other men, he was just their cute, fat hog. “Now Goldie, how about we get a go to give you dessert.” Cub said as he led Goldie over to the counter. He placed his arm underneath Goldie’s belly and flopped it onto the counter with a loud smack. Cub tan his fingers over the cream dripping down Goldie’s fat double chin and brought it down to the man’s ass just like Big Daddy. “We’ll find something to keep that mouth full whilst I pack this end.” Before he knew it, Goldie already had more cake being shoved into his mouth as he got another round of dessert.
Alec’s teammates waited for him for hours after he’d gone into the woods. “Damn, I guess they got another one,” said the captain, “those poppers would have been great for the zoo party. I guess better luck next year.” The rugby team all got into their cars and drove away. They were sure there would be another player they could send for initiation again soon.
It had been a while since Will had a cheat day. He was determined to reach his goal physique and he knew the most important factor for that was his diet. He never slipped. No fast food. No fizzy drinks. Nothing that could diverge his journey to the perfect body.
Today he decided to allow himself a break from the gym. A day off. He decided to have his normal breakfast of a protein shake and a smoothie with a banana but today it just wasn’t hitting the spot. Maybe there would be something in town which would make him feel fuller. As he got into town he noticed a market was on. It was bustling with people and the thick smell of all sorts of food and cuisines wafted through the air. He knew he shouldn’t but the food at the market looked so delicious. He managed to hold off until he came across a burger van towards the end of the market. Greasy Joe’s was the name and although that alone should have put Will off, he continued. As he got talking to Joe the owner of the van, Will couldn’t help but be tempted by the smell of burgers grilling. It had been years since he had a burger and it was calling to him now. “You want one kid? It’s on the house.” Before Will could respond he had a burger shoved into his hand. The bun was smooth and warm with the perfectly grilled patty inside. He knew he shouldn’t but he longed to taste it. Before he could think any longer, he took a deep, lustful bite of the burger. It was smoky and thick. The taste was immaculate. Before he knew it, he had finished it. He licked the sauce and grease off his fingers and felt almost euphoric.
As the burger settled in his stomach, he let out a rumbling meaty belch. Joe laughed and placed another burger in Will’s hand. Will instantly began eating the burger, no longer was he savouring every mouthful but instead demolishing it in seconds. Joe kept handing Will more burgers and Will continued to inhale them. His stomach started to strain against his shirt until a plump little pot belly had imbedded itself onto his midsection. The more he ate the more his stomach strained. What started as a tight bloat slowly became soft layers of fat. Soon, Will’s shirt was riding up his gut and his deeper belly button was on view. His arms filled out his sleeves and his thighs strained against his shorts. His as crack was creeping up over his waistband as a thick pair of love handles rolled out above.
Long gone was any V-line that accentuated his toned abs, now it was more of a U shape which his belly started to hang over. His pecs softened and pushed against his shirt, looking like soft breasts. Joe laughed as he pinched Will’s soft moob. “Got some udders on you boy, any bigger and I might be putting you in a burger.” Will was too busy fisting another burger into his mouth to listen to the man. Sauce was smeared around his lips and dripped down onto his ever exposed gut. His legs became weak under his new expanding weight as he stumbled eating another handful of burger. After another few minutes there was a loud ripping noise as Will’s straining clothes finally started giving way to his rolls of supple fat.
Greasy Joe’s burger van made rounds around the town for months. Everyone loved his burgers. Although since he’d been in town there had been an outbreak of men growing a lot softer. Lines for his burgers would circle around the van and down the street. All the while Joe would keep grilling burgers along his new kitchen porter. Will now lived and breathed Greasy Joe’s. He lived in the van and Joe’s famous burgers was all he ate. At the end of a shift you could find him on a chair outside the van passed out with a few burgers in hand. He swapped lifting weights for finishing leftovers. Luckily, Greasy Joe always made sure Will would have an apron that would fit, not that many clothes still fit Will nowadays.
Issac didn’t care that he’d pissed off his followers, so what? He was hot and he’d get more fans. It’s not like people wouldn’t eventually come crawling back to him. So what if he used his platform to make fun of another creator that got in touch with him? The guy was a creep. Asking for a collab where Issac would force feed him. It was fucking weird, Issac wasn’t some fat kinky weirdo. He’d worked hard for his body, that’s why he was popular, he didn’t need to be some fetish freak who doesn’t go to the gym to make a living. After the backlash to his post all of Isaac’s followers deserted him, all but one. The fat fuck he teased.
Issac should have known better than to humiliate someone you don’t know, you never know what they’re capable of. In this case, the fat kinky weirdo in question was a warlock. A powerful one at that. He sent Issac a message.
“If you want your followers back you’ll need to collab with me. The choice is yours, but one way or another, you’ll come to your senses.”
Issac scoffed that the message, who the fuck did this guy think he was? He didn’t need some gainer to help him get his followers back. His fingers typed angrily against his phone screen. He decided on a simple, “FUCK OFF YOU DUMB FATASS!” The moment he sent the message there was no way back. As he sat naked in his chair preparing another photo shoot he felt a gurgling in his gut. Like a hunger he’d never felt before. It was deep. Strong. Painful. He clutched his stomach in agony as it started to push back against his hands. It started as a small amount of pudge but quickly ballooned into a beachball sized gut. It was heavy and pinned Issac to his chair. He tried to push it down like it was a bump in the carpet but his new belly was rock solid. His pecs followed suit as they softened to the gurgling of his gut. His muscles lost definition as his now blubbery ass and thighs further wedged him into his seat. The sudden growth made his skin break out in pools of sweat that’s ran down his tight fat rolls of skin. Angry red stretch marks ran across his now bulbous belly and around his waist. He tried to look down but a thick double chin prevented movement to his neck. Not that he’d see anything, his once impressive cock was now buried bellow his belly and thickly cushioned fat pad. Shit, he’d probably never even be able to reach it again.
As he sat there he felt a vibration from the overhang of his belly. With a great deal of effort he pushed his sausage fingers beneath his gut to find his phone. It was a message from that gainer. “Hey fatass, feel like collabing now? Trust me I have enough doughnuts and pizza to fill that tank three times over. I’ll be over in ten.”
Issac’s career took a turn after that. Now he was known as one of the biggest gainers in the community. His weight was constantly increasing with his now daily force feeding sessions. Soon he’ll reach the 500 lbs mark and I’m sure he’ll have a special video for his new fans.
Yeah man, this Ursa Beer is the best. I’ve been drinking it all weekend and it’s been amazing. I told you how much I wanted to get bigger in the gym, right? Well look at my body now! I’ve got this awesome beer guts, and what’s better, it’s covered in body hair now! In fact, all of me is pretty hairy now. Once I have another one or two I will start growing a nice beard to compliment once I have another one or two I will start growing a nice beard to compliment this fur. Not only that, but it’s so much more awesome not wearing a shirt outside now. I get to let it all hang out, and I am feeling way more confident than I ever did before. Plus, it’s so easy to just put my arms over my head and sniff my own pits. I never realized how awesome I smelled before, but thanks to Ursa Beer, I smell fucking amazing. A few sniffs and my dick gets hard. Oh yeah, my cock! I never was particularly well endowed before, but now I have a meaty eight inches below the belt. You have already had about two of my beers, and I can see you have a starter belly too. Why don’t we go back to my place? I have a couple six packs there, and we can really see how much we grow and change. Besides, I can see the first thing for you to change is that big ass of yours. I got a feeling we will be having plenty of fun today.
“I can’t stop”
Then don’t. Eat. Engorge. Stuff yourself till you can’t move anymore. Give yourself over to gluttony and opulence and greed until your body is filled with rich, jiggly fat.
Do it, fatboy. And don’t stop.