The thin boy had a ravenous appetite. His youthful metabolism allowed him to eat whatever he wanted, and as much as he wanted, never seeming to put on much weight. At lunch, he’d often stuff himself with a packed lunch, and even getin line for the school lunch to eat after he’d finished his first meal. After seeing how his classmates gawked at his bloated stomach after lunch, the boy made it a habit to eat more and more, coming to class with a bigger and bigger gut.

The idea was that on the last day before break, he’d eat as much as he could as students would cheer him on. If a student offered him their lunch, he’d have to eat it. The lunch scheduled for the last day would be the personal pizzas, his favorite school lunch. It would be easy.

When the day came, he sat at the lunch table, and students gathered around to watch. He wore a small red t shirt and khakis. Not the best outfit for his feast, but he enjoyed the way his small shirt would stretch around his full belly. The students allowed him to get in line first for his meal, where dozens of students followed, only to give him their meal after they’d grabbed it. The lunch table in front of him was soon covered in dozens of personal pizzas, miscellaneous fruit cups, and pints and pints of milk, all offered to him for his spectacle feast. The boy began eating.

After the first 10 small pizzas, the boy reached for the cartons of milk to wash it down. His small tummy had already swollen outward into his tight waistband. But he wasn’t full. Not even close. He’d eat every lunch that was handed to him, and he knew the students would hold him to his word. He quickly chugged a half gallon of milk, carton at a time. The rush of liquid into his gut felt amazing. His shirt was getting tight, wrapping around his new belly. It left nothing to the imagination. His bloat was visible to all the students around him as they cheered him to continue.

As he finished a few fruit cups, and ate a few more pizzas, he looked down at his gut. It was huge; fighting against his small shirt. He’d never had a bloat this big, but then again, he’d never eaten 15 personal pizzas and a half gallon of milk. The weight of the food sat heavily in his gut. He held it with his hands and assessed the sheer size of it. He grazed his hands over the convex curve of his belly, accidentally tugging the shirt up a bit in the process. The exposed sliver of skin made him blush in embarrassment, but he didn’t pull his shirt back down over his navel. Instead, he continued his feast, determined to eat everything he’d promised his peers he’d eat.

He finished all the fruit cups, and most of the milk, before he started to slow down. He had 10 more pizzas to finish, along with just a few cartons of milk. His bloated gut had become so massive, he decided to lift his shirt over his mountainous belly, giving it more room to grow. His classmates jeered in amazement.

His classmates took photos and videos, and began posting them all over social media. He pushed his gut out as far as he could, making sure to look as big as he could for their posts, happy to have a break in eating. Little did he know, the posts soon brought even more students into the lunchroom, and soon he was given even more lunches to finish eating.

“Look at how huge he is!”

“How many pizzas has he eaten?”

“He looks pregnant.”

The murmuring of his classmates got him excited. He was into the teasing. He tried pulling his small shirt back over his gut before sitting down to continue his stuffing, now with even more pizzas in front of him. He chugged a pint of milk after finishing a pizza, the milk dripping down the corners of his mouth and onto his shirt. After a second carton, and even more milk spilling down onto him, he abandoned his shirt completely. The milk drops glistening on his tight, distended stomach.

He’d become a pig. He stopped wiping the pizza sauce from his face as he ate, and he let more milk spill from his carton as he chugged it in a crazed frenzy. His classmates wanted a show, and he was determined to give them one. His pace had slowed, but his appetite didn’t seem to budge. He shoved pizza after pizza down his throat, his gut becoming painfully full. He had to fight the urge to whimper in agony and pleasure as he continued to eat.

As the boy finished the last couple pizzas, the lunchroom erupted into cheers. He’d eaten it all. Scattered lunch trays littered the table in front of the now-shirtless boy. His gut had swollen to the size of a beach ball, stuffed tight with dozens of pizza and milk. Despite the pain in his engorged, groaning gut, he was in bliss. His classmates slapped him on the back in accomplishment, some even dared to slap his fat, bloated gut, sending shocks of pain through him and jolts of excitement to his groin. He slid his too-small red shirt back over his massive belly, and made his way to his last class before break. Everyone in the classroom stared as we waddled to his desk, with his red shirt looking cropped as it barely concealed his spherical gut. He spent the last class before break ignoring his teacher, his massive gut interrupting the class with groans and gurgles as it struggled to digest the pizza that sat inside.

When he got home, he fell onto his couch and allowed his fat gut to pin him down. He was in ecstasy. The memories of eating like a pig in front of his whole class had kept his dick hard since lunch. Finally able to appease his groin, he gently massaged his belly as he reached down to undo his pants and peeled off his shirt. It didn’t take long for his excitement to turn into an eruption that shot up onto his heavy belly. He fell into a nap, dreaming of stuffing himself again like a pig. His capacity would be even bigger if he kept eating like this over break. He would offer this challenge to his classmates again, hoping even more students would offer their lunch to watch him become a fat, stuffed pig.

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'nggghhh, my belly is just so beyond huge,' the scantily-clad boy whined playfully to the camera, spreading his thick fertile thighs and shimmying his plump paternal ass backwards as he knelt onto his heels, allowing the abundance of his pregnant stomach to rest on the floor in front of him. he rubbed it ravenously all the while, his pink nails scratching ever so gently across the taut and sensitive surface. the enormity of his belly protruded far out in front of him, his vast underbelly resting fully and comfortably on the floor. feeling its roundness brush against his thighs, feeling it's immense heft and weight even as the floor supported it - the sensations all made a warmth build in his core, burning and whining and ready to spill over, his already filled womb aching and throbbing to be kept this full forever, to remain in this engorged, fertile state at all costs. his body begged, but it was not time yet - as close as his own obscenely pregnant form brought him, he still had an audience to please before he could have his own relief. he flitted his dark-lidded, long-lashed eyes teasingly to the camera, cheeks reddening as he stroked a hand across the rounded, burdened side of his belly, his voice whining, breathy, and dripping with desperation. 'mmmm... do you boys like it? how huge my belly's gotten? how big and pregnant i am? how round i am with all these babies? how... bred i am? ooohh...'

ray certainly knew he liked it. to look down and see nothing but his gargantuan, swollen belly taking up his whole field of vision, to struggle to rub every inch down because of just how out-of-reach the front of it had grown, to know that he was distended with life, stretched out into the picture of fecundity by the fruits of his promiscuity, to watch his body prepare itself to bear yet another litter of young when he had already borne so many before, and to know that he could never stop because it all just felt so good, that the scores of offspring he already had would still not be enough, that he would always be a happy, heavily impregnated breeder, that he would always swell up again every nine months and have baby after baby after baby because it was now his only purpose, that he would only continue to have more, more, more; to get bigger, bigger, bigger... the thoughts alone were enough to send him into a frenzy, even as he attempted to maintain his composure for the camera.

'or do you want me to get bigger?' his plump, glossy lips parted, and he quietly moaned the phrase out - it wasn't just a question that he prayed would be met with an enthusiastic yes, but a challenge.

he needed to be made bigger.

as he began to stand, the sheer heft of his pregnant condition was made even clearer in his groans and gasps of effort. his round belly swayed as he pushed himself up, one hand pressed into the arch of his spine, rubbing the aching overburdened curves that had served him so well thus far. it seemed every movement elicited an even louder moan, and as he finally found his way to a standing position, his curves settled, hanging heavy and full on his frame. his milk-laden breasts struggling to be contained by his bra, his astoundingly wide hips, and of course his enormous belly - they all seemed far too large for his petite frame, and yet he and his viewers were all in agreement that they could never grow big enough. his eyes flickered over to the computer screen, and he caught a glimpse of his absolutely engorged silhouette, taking a moment to realize just how gravid he had truly become.

god, i look good.

as he waddled his way to the counter, heels clicking against the floor and voluptuous curves bouncing gently alongside each step, his hands never once left his giant belly. he rubbed the globe rapturously, and it was starting to become clear he was losing his composure as his blush grew deeper, his moans more frantic and desperate.

'oh, god~' he mewled, little gasps of pleasure interspersing his words. as he rubbed larger circles on the protruding sides of his spherical abdomen, his pink bra strap slinked off his shoulder, left to dangle teasingly. 'i love this huge belly, mmm... it just feels so good... i'm just so, so pregnant... such a big breeder~ but even then, i don't know if i'll ever be satisfied... i still want more babies... i want to be bigger~'

clearly, his audience loved his shameless display of sheer lustful fertility just as much as he did, and he was met with another flood of comments and donations. he smiled coyly at the sight, giving the expansive top of his fecund belly an affectionate pat. he wiggled his massively widened childbearing hips, allowing the gargantuan bump to hang and sway heavily, finding great relief and pleasure in taking such a weight off his burdened back. the mere word pregnant didn't come close to describing the extent of his condition - now, he was gravid, with no way hide it, no reason to deny it, his purpose so utterly fulfilled.

as his hands met the countertop, he arched his burdened spine even deeper - his big ass in the air, his heavy bust resting on the counter in front of him, and his gigantic belly now at the mercy of gravity, so big it almost threatened to touch the floor.

it was then that the switch was flipped in his brain, the one that reduced him to his most primal, the one that elevated his sheer animal desire to breed above all else, the one that clouded his brain of any thoughts save for the sheer pleasure of his pregnant state, the one that had left him growing again and again every nine months no matter how hard he willed against it, the one that had gotten him into this swollen-bellied predicament to begin with, the one that so loudly demanded a constantly full womb.

'f-fuck, i wanna get bigger,' he stroked what he could reach of his belly frantically, rapturously with one hand, the other with a solid white-knuckle grip on the countertop as a warm pulsing sensation began to flood his body, growing in intensity by the second. he could no longer stifle his moans, and they only became louder and more passionate as his hand rubbed slowly down from his vast rounded underbelly to his needy, throbbing clit between his thick thighs that begged for touch underneath his lacy pink panties. 'i need my belly to grow bigger, i need to have more babies, oh god, please! i wanna stay pregnant forever!~'

his pleading became increasingly frantic, and by now it had become clear his mind was entirely gone, only the urge to reproduce left in its place. his moans became almost screams of pleasure as he bucked his hips furiously against his slender hand, feeling the bottom of his engorged pregnant belly repeatedly brush against it. despite the lack of a cock inside of him and an already profoundly filled womb, his mind was now fully in breeding mode, his cunt throbbing eagerly in anticipation of fertilization, his body ready to take a warm load and begin to fulfill its purpose. he begged and cried out for a larger belly, for more babies, to be kept pregnant always, the pitch of his frenzied voice only getting higher by the second. the very muscles of his hardworking womb seemed to tense and tremble, the burning pleasure spreading across his big sensitive belly, building up in his core, pulsing and pulsing until-

'fuck! oh, god, yes, keep me pregnant!~' he screamed out in ecstasy, his great big belly swaying and wagging heavily amidst the frantic bucking of his hips that still continued weakly after he had finished. he felt a shiver throughout his body, and quickly began to breathe heavily, once more coming to his senses and realizing the sheer heft of the litter he carried. in that moment of clarity, he whined, almost stunned at just how big he had truly become - but even now, in his shaky post-climax state, he was still deeply proud of the monument to fertility he had become, and he smiled weakly as he stroked his belly, his round figure already beginning to get him worked up all over again, his body already anticipating the next release - after all, it had grown quite used to this cycle of pleasure.

he flitted his heavy-lidded, tired eyes to the camera with a smirk, standing up laboriously before giving his rotund, fecund belly a proud pat, his rounded face glowing with satisfaction. already knowing the answer, he offered up a sly challenge to his chat.

'ready for round 2?'

Imagine you’re a test subject for a new male fertility drug.

You have to pay rent somehow. Your roommate makes good money, but it’s not near enough to pay for both of you. So you decided to make some more money.

You get an email from a biochem researcher from your university. For a nice monthly fee, you could test a new male fertility drug for him. All you had to do was email him once a week about any side effects and you would be paid for as long as you wished.

It was perfect. Of course you accept.

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A short and stout boy, all alone in his apartment, near on the verge of immobility between his immense baby belly and how fat he's become - he's been eating lots to feed his immense brood, and the heavier he becomes the more sedentary he gets, which means he gets even more fat. All he's doing is making the trek from his bedroom to his living room, and he's sweating and huffing and panting, and once he crashes his plump ass on the couch, he's stuck there wondering if he'll ever get back up~

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