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malewgtfstories · 3 months

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Yes Coach!!!

A new sunny day reflected on the wet grass of Sunnydale High. The smell of the game that took Sunnydale to Nationals was looming. The pressure on Jimmy was immense. He was the QB after all. He didn't want to disappoint his parents, his classmates, but especially his coach. He praised the coach for his strong and manly demeanor. He knew the coach was a football star in his High School years some might say he was even a prodigy. Unfortunately, an accident caused him to never be able to play football again. In reality, the main reason why Jimmy didn't want to disappoint Coach White was because he secretly had a crush on the coach. He tried to deny his feelings toward Coach White, but he looked irresistible. Coach White was the definition of a proud American man. He had a protruding gut. His ginormous gut made a 4XL skintight. On top of that, he was hairy. Something that always infatuated Jimmy. He loved a man with a big belly and a big bread. Last but not least he loved his gigantic ass, which jiggled with every step he took. He loved the freedom the coach had with no care in the world. Getting to eat anything and everything whenever he wanted to. It seemed to be Jimmy's biggest wet dream. All of these contributing factors led to Jimmy always hiding his hard-on while near the coach.

On the other end, Jimy was a thin, lean, and hairless Mexican teen. He was the popular Jock attracting people from both genders. He was a people magnet. This made him frustrated as all he wanted was to have Coach White. He was confused about how everyone at school fawned over him and his looks. Everyone except for Coach White. He was sexually frustrated finding football the only way to relieve the pressure building inside of him.

As the school day was reaching its end, Jimmy knew this meant the game would soon begin. This was his one and only chance to impress his coach. All he strived for was for the validation of his crush. Little did he know this would warp his sense of reality as soon one looked down at him. The team was on the field waiting for their prized quarterback to come out of the locker room. Everyone was confused as to why he took his time. The game was about to begin. Jimmy stayed in the locker room contemplating whether he had made the right decision. Whether he was fit for playing at the National level. He is scared of losing. He was scared of disappointing. After a few minutes of complete silence, Coach White walked in. He was embarrassed to show this side to the coach. So, Jimmy braced himself for the confrontation he would have with the coach. "Why are you here sulking all alone? You're about to play for goddamn nationals grow a pair." "I'm sorry coach I'm not ready for this. I feel sick in my stomach." "Come on bud you're a senior. Why not leave this school with a bang? You've been preparing this all four years. Don't give up now." "I'm sorry coach, but I can't." "Well, then son I've done all I could do for you. If you quit our team, well be done. We surely won't make it without you." Coach White sighed in disappointment. He turned his back in frustration and began to exit the dimly lit room. Jimmy knew that this would be his only chance to say how he truly felt. Jimmy in a desperate attempt grabbed Coach White by his hand and turned him. "Listen coach I've been holding this in since freshman year, but I can't hold it in anymore. You are the sexiest person I know. When your big belly and ass jiggles give me boners. Your big beard makes us want to stuff you till you have crumbs intertwined between the jungle that covers your face. All I would want is to be in your shoes I know your dream is to be in my fit body, but I on the other hand would love to have the freedom your big belly gives you. I would love to have a big burly body that bumps into everything while you walk down a hallway. I just wish for the freedom you have." "I don't know where this is coming from. I know you are stressed about the game, but this is concerning." Little did they know that the god of fate had other ideas. He saw the desperation in Jimmy's eyes, so he decided to accomplish his wish. After all the god of fate is kind. Is he not? But all wishes have their downside. to balance the scales of fate something had to balance out the scales. The drawback was that their body switch would be permanent. Coach White felt weirded out by the love declaration of his star student, but deep down he did feel the same way. So did the god of fate. The switch began, and both Coach White and Jimmy felt a strange sensation in their stomachs. Jimmy felt piles of lard start to pile on him. He fell as his center of gravity was thrown off. Frist his

smooth six-pack was replaced by a small hairy beer belly. It grew to the point where it seemed he was fully free in a pregnancy. With that love, hands started to appear which gave him a wider look. His pecs soon followed as they lost all their muscle mass and were replaced with big utters. His arms lost their definition and were replaced with piles of lard that settled in where the muscle was. Hair started to grow all over his body except his head which seemed to diminish. His penis seemed to grow in thickness. Unfortunately, his fat seemed to cover this manhood. Just like his arms lost their previous fit look his legs were replaced with big trucks to hold up the gargantuan man he was now. Last but not least was his ass. Which seemed to be replaced with Jello. It was so big that the seams of his football unfirm were stretched to their full ability. Likewise, his shirt stretched in ways he never thought it would. His arms, gut, ass, and legs were clinging to dear life. Until "pop" his uniform tore and he was left there naked in the middle of the locker room. Likewise, Coach White went through his own transformation his body seemed to shrink and shrivel into a fit and young man. He gained definition in his body. His body burst with energy, and he felt a rush of excitement. He lost his body hair and looked like a hairless Greek god. And with the luxurious locks that replace his once bald hair surely completed the look. Coach White I mean Jimmy gave old clothes to Coach White. Coach White sat there in disbelief that his wish came true he felt uncomfortable. Unfortunately, they had no time to fret they had a game to win. People saw Jimmy play and they thought he had played like never before. It was as if he had gained years of experience. After the whole ordeal, Sunnydale came out as the victors and went to nationals. Everyone praised Jimmy for his hard work. Coach White felt jealous as he took his win, but there was nothing to do. He pulled him away and told him. "We need to find a way to get to our original bodies." "I'm sorry coach I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Jimmy and your Coach White." Coach White sat in silence as all of Coach White's memories came flooding in. Soon nothing remained that was part of Jimmy in Coach White. All he could think about how hungry he was. He was thinking about how many pizzas to stuff in his mouth. This was who they were now. No possible way to change back, and it is not like they would do anyway. The one who took the final laugh was the god of fate. Never mess with fate.

#thin to chunky #bearification #male weight gain stories #permanent tf #fat gain tf #male transformation #bhm weight gain #male body swap

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fatdadbeerbellies · 4 months

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Prefer Pizza and Beer over being ripped.

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weightgainfeed · 6 months

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From underw8 to overw8 (via 'standard' weight ) 🥰

#thin to chunky #fat to fatter #gaining weight on purpose #gay gainer #belly expansion #fat belly #gay feedee #chubby gay #gay feeder #gay moobs #gay belly #fatty #mutual gaining

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bleh654 · 2 months

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Huh? Why doesn’t this fit me anymore?

#ex twink #thin to chunky #got fat #fat belly

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gainingguys · 2 months

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Kept eating in his retirement like he used to when he was a professional athlete.

#thin to chunky #big boy #fatboy #feeder encouragement #overstuffed #obese piggy #muscle gut #beefy muscle #beefy daddy #feedee piggy

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honeybelly · 9 months

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One of these pics isn’t like the other 🤭🧸

#looking for a feeder #outgrowing clothes #thin to chunky #soft belly #enby gainer #wg side by side #honeybelly

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littleandlard · 3 months

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#ex twink #fat belly #gay gainer #thin to chunky #feedee belly #bearification

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malewgtfstories · 2 months

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The Dark Bottle Challange

Before anything thanks to maletfgrowthblog and doughydude. Thanks to both of their contributions this story was made possible. Check out their pages. Now let us have fun.

On a gloomy Saturday Tristian was tirelessly awaited for his package to come. Tristian was an "influencer" who would do anything to get at least one more follower. He was desperately looking for a new way to get subscribers. Unfortunately, he hadn't even reached 5 subscribers. He heard of a new trend going around. Which infatuated him. He knew if he hopped on the train in hopes he would receive his wanted stardom. The trend consisted of people ordering a unique box for each person who ordered. It was called "The Dark Bottle Challenge". Inside the box, there was a dark bottle that contained a drink whose content was unique to the one who ordered it. If you were lucky you could gain muscle, hair, or maybe nothing. If anything it's more likely to be just a regular old drink. I mean what harm could one drink truly do, right?

Tristian got his package and waited to open it. He got excited thinking of all the followers that would come with one package. To not spoil the fun he set up his camera and lights and pressed "start live". He was enthusiastic he had seen many people doing this trend gaining thousands of followers for doing this very trend. He saw one person join the life. He began;

"Hey guys welcome to a new unboxing video. Today we are doing the 'The Dark Bottle Challenge'. Something "many" of you guys have been desperately awaiting for. Now let's start the challenge".

On camera, Tristian had a chill face, but that is so far from reality. Deep down he knew whatever was in this drink could potentially cause him irreversible changes. But I mean hey anything for a few views am I right? Even through all his fears he ripped the tape off the box as he held his breath. One drop of sweat fell on the reflective surface of the black glass bottle. He slowly inspected it.

"So guys this is the infamous bottle. We will now see what will be my side effects for taking it. Guys don't forget to subscribe and share the live. Now let's have fun."

Tristian slowly uncapped the bottle and gulped it all down. He felt a shiver down his spine. His taste buds felt like they went through a voyage of flavor. It tasted like a triple chocolate cake. He felt ecstasy. He looked at himself and felt as if maybe he got lucky. That is when someone new entered his live. It was someone he had never met before. He entered the chat and it read; "How'd you like your package?"

"How do I like my package? Well, I suppose it was not as bad as I hoped it was. Thought I did wish something had happened. Now I won't get views. Ugh... I ordered this because I needed to catch traction. I spent all that money for nothing." Tristian said with a snarky attitude.

"Well I believe it will begin to work soon." the mysterious stranger replied.

"Huh?" Tristain was confused as he saw no change YET. The changes began slowly with his once lean body gaining piles of lard. Triatian was scared, but deep down he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Anything that was clickbait to gain some traction was all he needed. Little did he know what he was gaining was something more permanent. His stomach started to balloon out with fat. To the point, he would never be able to see his feet. He just ballooned up like a pig. His smoothed figure erupted with nothing but a sea of fat. He now had love handles which made him embarrassed. Yet when he grabbed them he got the same shiver down his spine as before. With his gigantic gut stuck out his legs had to grow to support his massive weight gain. His things and ass exploded outwards and took up more room than necessary which made his old shorts pop away. Leaving him only with his jockstrap. His face rounded and he received a double chin something he never expected to get in life. He tried to flex his now bigger arms which gave him the appearance of having muscles but to the touch it was as soft as a marshmellow. Any abrupt movements made his whole body shake like waves. He got turned on by this but his dick had shrunken from a staggering 7 to a mild 4. He had to jerk off, but it was much harder with his fupa in the way. Tristian was a tig as a kid. This was something he had never felt before. When he looked back at the live he expected to see hundreds if not millions of followers.

To his dismay, his follower count went up by one. Now the only thing he saw in the chat was.

"Eat you fat fuck"!

"Our little piggy needs to eat up."

"A big boy needs to eat to stay big"

Tristian knew the consequences. There was no turning back. He was now permanently stuck in the body of someone who seemed to be fat their whole life. This was his life now and from the looks of it, he was getting quite comfortable in his pig body. He was now a feedee for all of eternity. Permanently only being able to use a 3XL. To be honest he might even outgrow that at this point. At least he got what he wanted, one more follower. Don't forget be carful for what you wish for.

#permanent tf #thin to chunky #male weight gain stories #male transformation #fat tf #male tf #fat gain tf #wish gone wrong #fat #belly gainer

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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for my first post of 2023~

january 2013, 139 pounds

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january 2023, 264 pounds (lost a few over christmas; i plan on gaining about 15 or 20 this year, though, ha!)

there’s not a lot of pix of me from back then, and for a good reason.

there is another pic of me with that nirvana shirt from that era somewhere, and i cannot for the life of me find it. but it’s the one pic of me where you can really see just how thin my face was back then.

i was 19. 19 and scared shitless and angry, angry at herself for always saying yes when she really wanted to say no. 19 and very thin: heavy pixelation or not, you can see how slender my face is, how prominent my chin is, how slim my neck is. what she would do to be the early 2020s version: she would be frightened but intrigued. how did i gain all this weight? how did i get here?

and then i would tell her that i took a leap of faith and gained very slowly over a decade just by eating, pretty much: i mean, part of the healing process from anorexia is eating, but once you get comfortable again (and you will, very quickly, might i add), just eat anything and everything except for what we don’t like, and have it in bigger, multiple helpings, too.

put cream in your coffee, but don’t forget to eat something with the coffee as well (made that mistake once on a school day, i’m never doing that again). give up soda except for special occasions because it’s not good for the skin and it’s always made us jumpy, too.

stuffings are very fun, especially on afternoons when you’re alone in the house so no one can be around to judge you: you don’t want to do them a lot for obvious reasons (hard on the digestion and it’s just courtesy), but it’s very euphoric when it happens, especially when you take the next step in outdoing yourself. you will find favorite foods to gorge on, like pancakes and big fat sandwiches, because they’re healthy but they also make you gain. you will learn little tips and tricks on how to gain healthily, like putting a teaspoon or two of heavy cream into your coffee along with creamer to add more good fat (it’s quite delicious, too), making pancakes with grapeseed oil instead of butter because it’s better for you and it also doesn’t smoke (and you wind up putting a shitload of butter on all 11 pancakes. yes, i said 11 😉), or eating a lot at around 3 in the afternoon and into dinner time to help you gain because of the way the metabolism works.

you’re also going to learn the power of balance: something fatty, with something sugary, with something full of proteins and good carbs, and you might want seconds, too. next thing you know, you have just eaten a bunch of food and you have a very full tum that needs to be gently rubbed—speaking of, belly rubs are incredibly therapeutic and sensual, especially when your belly gets as big as mine.

you’ll want more fried foods, too, like french fries, funnel cake, donuts, and fried chicken and waffles, probably because they’re deemed “sinful”: don’t buy into it. eat those things, they’re yummy! especially chicken and waffles.

sneak extra food when no one’s looking, too: remember we used to do that when we were living with grandma and grandpa and she would give us shit for wanting to eat and grandpa would dismiss her tripe as… well, tripe, and so whenever we were alone, we would take extra cookies from the cookie jar with his blessing? keep doing that but with other things besides cookies: after your second helping of dinner, especially if it’s pasta, sneak in some extra bites for a sort of third helping. have a second sandwich at lunch. hell, just have seconds and thirds—gonna be a while before we get up to fourths, though. but we deserve it.

you’re also going to start calling yourself a “gainer” and you’re going to feel comfortable calling yourself that almost immediately because you’re deliberately gaining weight solo and it just feels right.

you will quite literally feel your belly getting bigger too, like every time you sit down, you’ll feel it very slowly spilling out of your jeans or your underwear. next thing you know, it’s going to push your legs apart and want to hang down to the top of the chair, and it’s actually going to feel really good to you, like there’s something really sexy about having that much belly on you. you sit down and it wants to spill out every which way, oh—oh, my 😏

you will have stretch marks. you will have love handles (and how). you will bounce when you walk, and once you get up to this weight, your belly will resemble to a lava lamp, too, and it’s gonna feel good, like you’re going to be soooo in love with that bouncy feeling because it’s cathartic and hypnotic, and liberating.

it’s very liberating being a gainer girl. everyone will tell you to lose weight and that the real hot babes are the slender ones. but you’ll be artist, cartoonist, comic maker, writer, reader, earth science buff, nuclear science buff, poet, athlete, wannabe playwright and meteorologist, amateur photographer, music fan, car nut, hockey player, baseball player, sorta socialite, and gainer girl all at the same time. you’ll be all those things and more, and our body is at the center of it all. and you’ll see very quickly that they’re sorely mistaken because hotness has no size, and it never should have had a size to begin with. you will also have a very odd but very sensual fascination with your belly button because you’ve repressed feelings about that, too.

also, don’t suck in your gut because there will come a day when you relax... and you look down and you can’t see your toes, and you’ll laugh your head off, too, like “oh my god, i have a potbelly now, this is so good!” because it actually looks really hot on us, and it’s going to look even hotter as we gain more weight.

your body will get very soft and very round, but also very muscular and stout, and your belly will go from a flat, slightly caved washboard to being very round and tubby. moreover, you’re also going to continue to feel your ribs and your hips so you’re going to feel curious about... what lies beyond the 267 mark. yes. you will want to get bigger and bigger because it feels right. it’s what we’ve dreamed of, being chubby. we’re going to get very chubby. maybe even fat. we dreamed of being fat since we were a toddler (remember? we used to pretend to be fat with elizabeth and we’d joke around about eating too much like in some cartoons, and we’d pretend to live in candyland). trust me, we’re not going to be like mom or the rest of the family and be unhappy with extra weight, either: we’re going to be the black sheep, but it’ll be more than worth it.

and despite the snoring (easy fixes for that, almost too easy), the fact we live in a world that likes to body-shame no matter how big or small you are (there’s going to be this woman our age named meghan trainor who’s going to have this huge song next year that’s supposedly body positive... it’s not; it’s skinny shaming and misses the point about being a fab fat girl as well), the fact that clothing designers think anyone over a size 18 has no fashion sense (i’m still trying to get that), and the fact that you’re going to have to feed that big belly every couple of hours even in the middle of the night, you’re not going to want to trade it for the world because... i’m gonna be honest here, it’s like your body wants to be heavy. remember when we hit puberty and it was almost overnight we gained a bunch of weight and there was something kind of hilarious about it? and then we couldn’t believe that we dropped down to 139 pounds at age 19 after we weighed 175 at our high school graduation?

remember? when we were little, and living in the trailer park, and our parents only had so much money on them so we could only eat so much, and we were curious about life with more food available to us, and we would look at our belly and imagine it being big and fat and we actually felt tickled by the thought, remember that? remember in like 8th grade, when we would lay in bed at night, and we would run our hands down our poor, abused stomach and try to think of it as bigger and rounder? don’t repress that anymore: follow it. we imagined being fat out the gate, let’s make it a reality.

you are going to love your potbelly, and you are going to love it so much that you want it bigger, fuller, rounder, because you’re actually going to get really sensual and men and non-straight women from far and wide are going to look at you because they think you’re sexy (and knowing how society is, kinda daring, too): you are going to want to wear tight pants and tight shirts to accentuate its full shape because once a tomboy, always a tomboy.

and trust me when i say this, too: you’ll feel so much healthier with the weight. you know, we always heard bullshit like, “being overweight is a sure-fire way to give you heart disease, cancer, diabetes,” all that, growing up, but you won’t feel like that. in fact, you’ll find that it’s mostly bullshit based on eugenics and white supremacy and sexism—and you’ll find the whole thin obsession and diet culture are recent things, too: overweight, chubby, fat, very fat, and obese women were venerated for as long as humanity has existed, and we find out about this, the whole “breaking the glass ceiling” thing hollywood likes to employ becomes extremely strange.

yes, there are risks associated with obesity, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen, though, especially if you know your body and use your head (why i gained using good fats like peanut butter, grapeseed oil, and straight butter rather than junk food or margarine). if anything, it’ll be quite the contrary: you’ll feel nourished, and well-fed, and at peace, and you’ll feel sexy, too. your back might hurt a little bit, especially when you get close to 230 but it’ll go away almost as quickly as it came—remember when we were playing hockey and our hips and thighs would hurt all the time? you’ll see that that pain is worse than a little ache in your back from gaining 5 pounds. you will be living proof that this is actually very healthy for someone like you, someone who’s spent her whole life with very little to eat and a very small, malnourished frame when she knew in her heart that it was not her truth.

yes, people will judge you: they will be merciless, they will shame you, especially once your belly starts to bulge out from under your boobs in all its fattening glory. they’ll even be triggered by it (wtf, i know). but it’s really none of their business: they don’t know what it’s like to be us. they don’t know the extent of everything we went through. they don’t know how we feel inside or what goes on in our brains. they don’t see it as a form of healing, a form of making peace with your body and finding a reason to live, and a way of seeing yourself as sexy. they don’t know shit.

i’m getting repetitive with it, but you will feel very sexy with as your weight really starts to balloon and get high up like it is now. it’s a concept that we battled with all year long, because we had a lot of complicated hang ups that were going to be sorted out eventually, but you will have people checking you out and you’ll notice. remember when we were like 14 and someone next to us would say some boy was checking us out but when we looked, there was no one there? that’s a thing of the past, babe. especially since you are going to want to

ahem.

model

that

big

belly.

show it off,

let it go

because

you

are

one

hot babe now. you are a hot fat babe, babe. being overweight will give you the confidence you’ve wanted for so long but couldn’t get. and it’s something you’ve repressed your entire life and yet it’s a part of you, and

you’re going to wonder why we didn’t get big sooner. it’ll be fun. it’ll be delicious and devious and subversive but the best things in life are. we were thin our whole lives and we stared at the end of the road as a result: we will have so much more fun in the opposite direction.

plus, it’s wild to think that that nirvana shirt was like a circus tent on me back then. it was! i remember it hanging over my boobs and the way it rested on my waist made me look matronly, even at that slight weight. i wear it now and my belly hangs out of the bottom without fail.

come to think of it, i remember taking that pic and leaning back in the chair with my eyes fixed on the ceiling and muttering to myself, “i wish i could gain 100 pounds.”

like i said, i’ve pretty much always wanted to be fat, but back then, i didn’t think it’d be possible.

also, i don’t know if it’s from gaining so much weight and my face getting rounder along with everything else or just from getting older, but my eyebrows have this little point to them now: it’s very slight but it’s there. getting away from the madonna look and more into the actual karen carpenter look. godspeed, karen 🕊

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