Huh?

Tried on an old favorite shirt of mine from a few years ago. Beware of flying buttons…

Before and after… I might be blowing up!

when i tell you weed is the best thing to ever happen to my waistline

(they/them)

ate well over 5k calories tonight…….. do i look like it? 👀

hello stretch marks, I guess I’m expanding a bit if they’re looking so prominent

Honestly fat pre OP transmasc individuals deserve far more representation than we get. Hoping to see more guys like me pop up in the community 😋 ( if you're a pre op transmasc feeder or feedee then advertise yourself in the replies please and thank you. )

How most of my clothes fit me rn...

I'm getting pretty big now.

As I plan to eat at least half a dozen v large donuts.

Wanna help keep me clothed? Get me some new clothes to grow out of? I have a wishlist in my bio.

Caught pants down in the kitchen on this Thick Thursday 🍑

(Request from omgcatboi. I don't do a lot of requests but after seeing his gain I couldn't resist)

Cody always dreamed of taking the plunge and finally starting his transition. It took guts where he lived, but the temptation was too much for him to ever dream of ignoring it. He saw groups of guys hanging out together, drinking, playing basketball or working out and thought that's who he was. He would go home and gawk at men's fashion and fitness magazines, the accounts of male models and athletes on Instagram, and masturbate for hours, rubbing his pussy until it ached, cumming over and over, obsessively imaging looking like them, envisioning his ideal male self.

Finally going to college, on his own, Cody decided to tell his doctor how he felt and begin hrt. Testosterone shots weren't as scary as he thought. He settled right into his new routine, cutting his hair, slowly aligning his body, fashion, and presence with the man he knew he was always meant to be. His college friends doted on him like crazy, embracing the new Cody, finally showing more confidence, able to act and behave how he always wanted, but people would be way too quick to call out or belittle a woman for being that way. No longer would he suppress a thing about himself. He partied like crazy, ate the kind of food people would previously glare at him over or make a snide remark about not ruining his figure. No more judgment. He'd order an extra large double cheeseburger combo and twenty nuggets with a milkshake and the cashier would sound impressed, enthusiastically handing him his meal, telling him to 'Eat up!'

This rush was something he never anticipated about presenting male. People celebrated guys with a hearty appetite, especially ones who could drink people under the table. Suddenly Cody's visions of playing sports with a new group of guy friends or hitting the gym was completely shattered. He made friends with a circle of nerds, and they all ate with zero concern for their health. He became a bit of a legend among his new friends, being that he was way more charismatic than them, and could drink a twelve pack on his own in a single night and still be asking for more. People around the college regarded him as something of a party animal, and he couldn't escape all the people encouraging him to eat and drink nonstop. He rapidly gained weight and instead of it being embarrassing for him it became a badge of honor on campus. Before long he went from being a meager, invisible person nobody really payed attention to, to the life of the party, who got handed beer and pizza the second he walked through the door at a frat party.

Cody couldn't believe how fast he fattened up, his old skinny self long gone. He marveled at his gut, his stretchmarks, his arms, his face--everything was so round and swollen. And yet he wanted to get fatter. His dream of being super fit and suave like all those men he followed on Instagram was completely replaced by his new, covetous adoration of obesity. He savored every pound he put on, amazed that this, of all things, truly felt right to him, even though he knew his health would take a hit. He didn't really care, getting bigger was his one and only desire. The only thing missing was a dedicated feeder.... Having the whole college wait on his every whim was nice, but he knew this was the last piece of the puzzle for him, and as luck would have it.....

He attended one party late into his third year at university, pushing 400lbs, as usual he was pounding back beers and immediately the life of the party. He encouraged people to keep up with him, and very few people took him up on it, except one girl. He barely knew her.... or recognized her. A trans girl named Bianca that started university around the same time as him, majoring in psychology. She used to be about as skinny as he was pre-transition, but with big boobs. Now she was close to 400lbs as well, chomping on a big slice of pizza, wearing a sundress that hardly fit, her big gut straining it to its limits, her breasts huge and spilling out, her ass poking out, lifting the hem of the dress up just enough to catch a glimpse.... She smiled deviously, taking the fresh beer from Cody's hand, chugging the whole thing, belching in his face. He nodded with a bit of respect, grabbing another himself, chugging it, belching back. Bianca laughed, grabbing them both another beer.

They spent the whole night together, waking up with the world's worst hangover, naked in the same bed. They patted their huge, gurgling guts, reminiscing fondly about the wild night they had, agreeing they needed to go to the nearest diner and eat away their hangovers with the biggest, greasiest pile of breakfast food possible. While sharing breakfast, their competitive spirit rekindled, and they tried to outpace each other's eating, drinking glasses of milk and cola. By the end they both ate three full breakfasts each, and finished off with a whole pie, their bellies stretched to the limit, pressing against the table at their booth uncomfortably even when they leaned back. They confided in each other that they both wanted to get as fat as possible, and cared about almost nothing else. When Cody heard Bianca say she wanted to at least hit 1000lbs, his heart pounded. He of course one-upped her and said she better at least hit 1200lbs like he wanted to. She blushed and agreed, apologizing for thinking so small..... They smiled at each other, knowing they'd hit their goals in no time at this rate.....

Can you make a vid of you sucking in your stomach and then letting it all out please?

for you anon? sure 🥰

I heard you like fat hog boys who overeat 👀

Would you bring this fat Twink home ?

I now know roughly what it takes to get me filled to near capacity.

1xl pizza, 1.5L (1 tub) of ice cream, a few L of pop, and I should add at least 2 mid/large burgers...

If I do it soon.

I'm only about 2 burgers away, it takes so damn much to fill me up. It actually takes some effort to push past that jaw ache after someone would normally stop and be a little bloated.

Stuffed, stuffed, topped off with a bottle of wine, and stuffed again. Woof…