I found an old shirt that used to fit me. Now I've discovered I can't even get it closed when I'm standing up. I know I've been really pigging out lately but I'm astonished at how much weight I've gained. I'm just SO heavy now, and the size of my belly is getting out of control! Should I be worried?
31 December 2009
30 December 2009
Body fat - OMG!
I got a fancy new scale for Christmas that measures more than just your weight. To my amazement I've discovered that I am nearly 37% body fat! More than a third of my body is just blubber! I think a guy's body fat percentage should normally be around 25% so that makes me really, really fat!!!
28 December 2009
Huge
Well, everyone says that Christmas is a time for over-indulgence, so it's no surprise that I really went for it and had the most gluttonous meal I've ever eaten - I was so full I could hardly believe it. So I wanted to share the results with you guys. God, my gut got so big!
24 December 2009
Show Off: Part Four
Carl – the beefy one with the sexy paunch – dashed into the coach's office and emerged moments later clutching two industrial-sized bottles of baby oil. He held them up to the guys: "Sooooo-ey! Sooooo-ey! We're gonna grease ourselves a pig, boys!" The room erupted in shouts and cheers.
Bradley cleared his throat and the noise stopped. He held out his hands and cupped them together. Carl moved slowly towards him and poured the baby oil into Bradley's palms. Then Bradley began to smear the sticky liquid onto my tits. Each one was coated two or three times until they began to shine under the lights; so plump and glistening.
He was standing so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He was speaking too – so quietly that only I could hear:
"God, I love your fat tits. They feel so fucking good, you greedy fat fuck. Oh, oh, shit they're so heavy in my hands, dude. Each one must weigh about 20lbs. Fuck!"
"Go on and play with my breasts, Bradley. They're all yours. Rub my nipples too, will ya? Smear some of that juicy baby oil on my nipples."
Bradley smiled up at me; then went to work on my massive nipples; tweaking and plumping each one up before liberally slathering it with shiny oil. He was quivering with delight as his nimble fingers worked over my flabby chest. He had long since kicked off the tiny red Speedo and I could feel the prod of his firm cock gently on my big belly.
"Why don't you cuddle up a bit closer, Bradley?" I whispered. "Really feel what it's like pressing against all this fucking flab."
"Oh Christ," he murmured, "can I?"
"Be my guest, muscleboy."
Tentatively at first the toned athlete pressed his hard, worked-out physique into the enveloping mass of my gigantic belly. I almost seemed to swallow him whole as he rubbed his muscular frame into the warm embrace of my mountain of blubbery fat. He was literally moaning with delight as he used his hot, hard body to smear baby oil between us, turning his beaming face to the spellbound crowd:
"Dudes, look at me! Look at me in all this fucking blubber. Shit, it feels so fucking good! Man, you guys gotta try this. I'm gonna fuck his belly guys. Watch me! Watch me fuck this fat fucking hog in his massive fat belly!!"
"Go on man!" the jocks called out. "Fuck his big belly, dude! Fuck it real good!"
His athletic frame was pumping harder against me now; the rhythm increasing as his big cock plunged deeper and deeper into my yielding flab.
"Oh God, this feels so fucking good, man! This is better than any pussy I ever had. Shit man, I'm gonna suck his tits. Do you wanna see that, huh? You wanna see me suck his fat breasts?"
The sound in the locker-room was deafening as the boys cheered Bradley on. Without interrupting the pumping motion of his sweat-slick body he grabbed my left breast with both hands and literally shoved it into his mouth, chomping down on the heavy flesh as I winced in pain. You could tell he was trying to stuff as much of my bloated breast meat into his mouth as he could, sucking and nuzzling like the world's greediest baby.
"Suck him, man! Suck those big titties!" shouted Carl as he pumped his fist up and down the shaft of his thick prick. "Suck him like the prize fucking hog he is!"
Nearly spent, Bradley released my breast from his mouth with a sigh and rested his head for a moment on the flabby mound. I could tell he was gearing himself up for the final push. He put a hand on either side of my now immensely swollen belly – a huge globe of fat jiggling between us – and started to shake my gut up and down in tune with his rhythmic pumping. The strain of lifting so much heaving flab was apparent as his biceps bulged out to a massive size. My flab-inflated breasts were smacking me alternately in the face and on my quivering belly as my vast gut shook up and down, up and down.
"I'm close, dudes, I'm close," he shouted out to still more cheers and whistles of encouragement.
Just then I felt the magic moment happen. His long, hard cock suddenly hit home and sank deep into the moist recess of my cavernous belly button. Bradley's fevered eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped in astonishment.
"Fuck."
I felt a powerful rush in my navel as my young musclepup shot his load deep inside me. I couldn't see for myself over the unending mound of stomach fat between us, but I knew from looking at the expressions on his jock buddies' faces that this was a massive cum shot. Sure enough, as the exhausted Bradley separated our sweat- and oil-slicked bodies from one another what felt like a bucket of his still-warm cum dribbled down the pendulous roll of flab at the base of my enormous belly. I looked slowly around the room; each of the tight, toned athletes was dribbling cum from their spent pricks.
Bradley looked up at me and smiled. "When can we do this again?" And then – looking at the disappointment in my face – he added: "You fat fuck."
Then it was my turn to smile.
Bradley cleared his throat and the noise stopped. He held out his hands and cupped them together. Carl moved slowly towards him and poured the baby oil into Bradley's palms. Then Bradley began to smear the sticky liquid onto my tits. Each one was coated two or three times until they began to shine under the lights; so plump and glistening.
He was standing so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He was speaking too – so quietly that only I could hear:
"God, I love your fat tits. They feel so fucking good, you greedy fat fuck. Oh, oh, shit they're so heavy in my hands, dude. Each one must weigh about 20lbs. Fuck!"
"Go on and play with my breasts, Bradley. They're all yours. Rub my nipples too, will ya? Smear some of that juicy baby oil on my nipples."
Bradley smiled up at me; then went to work on my massive nipples; tweaking and plumping each one up before liberally slathering it with shiny oil. He was quivering with delight as his nimble fingers worked over my flabby chest. He had long since kicked off the tiny red Speedo and I could feel the prod of his firm cock gently on my big belly.
"Why don't you cuddle up a bit closer, Bradley?" I whispered. "Really feel what it's like pressing against all this fucking flab."
"Oh Christ," he murmured, "can I?"
"Be my guest, muscleboy."
Tentatively at first the toned athlete pressed his hard, worked-out physique into the enveloping mass of my gigantic belly. I almost seemed to swallow him whole as he rubbed his muscular frame into the warm embrace of my mountain of blubbery fat. He was literally moaning with delight as he used his hot, hard body to smear baby oil between us, turning his beaming face to the spellbound crowd:
"Dudes, look at me! Look at me in all this fucking blubber. Shit, it feels so fucking good! Man, you guys gotta try this. I'm gonna fuck his belly guys. Watch me! Watch me fuck this fat fucking hog in his massive fat belly!!"
"Go on man!" the jocks called out. "Fuck his big belly, dude! Fuck it real good!"
His athletic frame was pumping harder against me now; the rhythm increasing as his big cock plunged deeper and deeper into my yielding flab.
"Oh God, this feels so fucking good, man! This is better than any pussy I ever had. Shit man, I'm gonna suck his tits. Do you wanna see that, huh? You wanna see me suck his fat breasts?"
The sound in the locker-room was deafening as the boys cheered Bradley on. Without interrupting the pumping motion of his sweat-slick body he grabbed my left breast with both hands and literally shoved it into his mouth, chomping down on the heavy flesh as I winced in pain. You could tell he was trying to stuff as much of my bloated breast meat into his mouth as he could, sucking and nuzzling like the world's greediest baby.
"Suck him, man! Suck those big titties!" shouted Carl as he pumped his fist up and down the shaft of his thick prick. "Suck him like the prize fucking hog he is!"
Nearly spent, Bradley released my breast from his mouth with a sigh and rested his head for a moment on the flabby mound. I could tell he was gearing himself up for the final push. He put a hand on either side of my now immensely swollen belly – a huge globe of fat jiggling between us – and started to shake my gut up and down in tune with his rhythmic pumping. The strain of lifting so much heaving flab was apparent as his biceps bulged out to a massive size. My flab-inflated breasts were smacking me alternately in the face and on my quivering belly as my vast gut shook up and down, up and down.
"I'm close, dudes, I'm close," he shouted out to still more cheers and whistles of encouragement.
Just then I felt the magic moment happen. His long, hard cock suddenly hit home and sank deep into the moist recess of my cavernous belly button. Bradley's fevered eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped in astonishment.
"Fuck."
I felt a powerful rush in my navel as my young musclepup shot his load deep inside me. I couldn't see for myself over the unending mound of stomach fat between us, but I knew from looking at the expressions on his jock buddies' faces that this was a massive cum shot. Sure enough, as the exhausted Bradley separated our sweat- and oil-slicked bodies from one another what felt like a bucket of his still-warm cum dribbled down the pendulous roll of flab at the base of my enormous belly. I looked slowly around the room; each of the tight, toned athletes was dribbling cum from their spent pricks.
Bradley looked up at me and smiled. "When can we do this again?" And then – looking at the disappointment in my face – he added: "You fat fuck."
Then it was my turn to smile.
Show Off: Part Three
Tyrone and Mikey did the honours of drying me – dabbing at my belly with the rough towels so that my phenomenal gut wobbled and jiggled like the world’s biggest Jell-O. Tyrone’s stupendous biceps flexed into massive peaks as he lifted first one then the other of my gigantic tits while Mikey tenderly dried beneath each one. As my right breast flopped back down onto my quivering belly Mikey quickly took the nipple into his mouth, suckling for a moment on my heavy teat. God, it felt so good to feel his soft, warm mouth sucking on my engorged nipple.
“Back off Mikey,” warned Bradley. “This fat pig is mine. All mine.”
The two boys finished drying me and then joined their buddies in a semi-circle around me. I noticed that while I had been in the shower some guys had dragged the school’s scales into the centre of the room. But they weren’t the scales that were usually there for guys to weigh themselves on during gym class.
“Aren’t those . . . ?” I asked.
Bradley smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Yeah, fat boy. We couldn’t fit all your fucking blubber onto the scales we all use. Let’s just say we tested it with four of us getting on, and you easily weigh more than four of us.” They all laughed. “So, my blubbery friend, we got these scales from the loading bay. Figured this was the only way to find out how big that fucking stomach of yours is, you greedy fuck. Figured we all want to know just how much weight you’ve gained eating like a damn pig every day of your greedy, gluttonous life. Get this hog on the scales boys!”
With a couple of jocks helping me I lumbered my gigantic body onto the weighing platform, and everyone gasped as the contraption creaked and groaned in protest.
“Careful,” shouted one of the beefier boys; naked now and sporting a nice firm paunch and beer can-thick cock in front of him, “this beast is gonna break the damn scale!” More mocking laughter followed as the machine settled down and Bradley moved over to the controls. He smiled broadly as he prepared to flip the switch.
“Look out guys – we don’t know whether this scale can take someone who weighs as much as a baby elephant! Get ready to run!” He pressed firmly on the button and the digital display blinked to life. A low moan began deep inside the scales’ apparatus; the boys instinctively moved back. Slowly the moan developed into a whirring sound, and suddenly the numbers on the display leapt to life. They raced past 200lbs in no time, and then climbed rapidly. 300lbs. 400lbs. 500lbs. Up and up they went.
“Holy fuck!” called out Mikey over the humming of the scales. “He’s over 500 fucking pounds!!”
On and on the numbers went, but slower now. 550lbs. 600lbs. 625lbs. And then they shot up one last time before coming to rest. Bradley stepped forward to read out the final figure, placing one hand on my bulging stomach to steady himself.
“684lbs!”
There was absolute silence in the locker-room as the stunned faces tried to register the fact that they were in the presence of someone who weighed considerably more than a quarter of a ton. Bradley’s throbbing cock was dribbling pre-cum as he contemplated the sight in front of him; panting with desire. His hand didn’t leave my belly, but started gently to knead the soft, yielding flesh of my vast stomach. For the first time in our encounter he took his eyes away from my huge gut, and although he was speaking to his jock buddies, he was looking deep into my eyes.
“Get the baby oil.”
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“Back off Mikey,” warned Bradley. “This fat pig is mine. All mine.”
The two boys finished drying me and then joined their buddies in a semi-circle around me. I noticed that while I had been in the shower some guys had dragged the school’s scales into the centre of the room. But they weren’t the scales that were usually there for guys to weigh themselves on during gym class.
“Aren’t those . . . ?” I asked.
Bradley smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. “Yeah, fat boy. We couldn’t fit all your fucking blubber onto the scales we all use. Let’s just say we tested it with four of us getting on, and you easily weigh more than four of us.” They all laughed. “So, my blubbery friend, we got these scales from the loading bay. Figured this was the only way to find out how big that fucking stomach of yours is, you greedy fuck. Figured we all want to know just how much weight you’ve gained eating like a damn pig every day of your greedy, gluttonous life. Get this hog on the scales boys!”
With a couple of jocks helping me I lumbered my gigantic body onto the weighing platform, and everyone gasped as the contraption creaked and groaned in protest.
“Careful,” shouted one of the beefier boys; naked now and sporting a nice firm paunch and beer can-thick cock in front of him, “this beast is gonna break the damn scale!” More mocking laughter followed as the machine settled down and Bradley moved over to the controls. He smiled broadly as he prepared to flip the switch.
“Look out guys – we don’t know whether this scale can take someone who weighs as much as a baby elephant! Get ready to run!” He pressed firmly on the button and the digital display blinked to life. A low moan began deep inside the scales’ apparatus; the boys instinctively moved back. Slowly the moan developed into a whirring sound, and suddenly the numbers on the display leapt to life. They raced past 200lbs in no time, and then climbed rapidly. 300lbs. 400lbs. 500lbs. Up and up they went.
“Holy fuck!” called out Mikey over the humming of the scales. “He’s over 500 fucking pounds!!”
On and on the numbers went, but slower now. 550lbs. 600lbs. 625lbs. And then they shot up one last time before coming to rest. Bradley stepped forward to read out the final figure, placing one hand on my bulging stomach to steady himself.
“684lbs!”
There was absolute silence in the locker-room as the stunned faces tried to register the fact that they were in the presence of someone who weighed considerably more than a quarter of a ton. Bradley’s throbbing cock was dribbling pre-cum as he contemplated the sight in front of him; panting with desire. His hand didn’t leave my belly, but started gently to knead the soft, yielding flesh of my vast stomach. For the first time in our encounter he took his eyes away from my huge gut, and although he was speaking to his jock buddies, he was looking deep into my eyes.
“Get the baby oil.”
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Show Off: Part Two
“Well boys?” asked Bradley to his beefy friends. “We got ourselves a real fucking fat boy here. What are we gonna do with all this fucking blubber, dudes?”
One of the jocks – a muscular blond boy whose biceps were as big as most guys’ legs – was rubbing his big cock through the ribbed cotton of his jock. “Dude – we gotta get this fat pig in the shower and clean him up!” The other boys chorused their agreement.
“You bet. We’ll make this piggy nice and clean, won’t we – get that round ball of blubber shining like the biggest fucking prize hog in the County Fair, huh? Then what? Come on guys, what are we gonna do with this fat fuck? Mikey, what do you think?”
Mikey was the slightest of the boys – a pretty, young brunette with long, lean limbs and a coltish air. He was so excited looking at my belly – I don’t think he’d taken his eyes off it since I’d stripped off my shirt. The flared head of his thick, rock-hard cock was poking up above the waistband of his skin-tight Ginch Gonch underwear, which – I smiled to notice – were patterned with tiny cupcakes. Mmm, I thought to myself, I’m getting hungry! Mikey’s hungry eyes were greedily devouring every inch of my grossly obese body; he had to collect his thoughts before speaking.
“Coach has got a load of baby oil in his office, man. I say we grease him up like the fat fucking pig he is!”
The boys whooped and hollered. Bradley looked as though he was going to faint just imagining it, and he spoke louder than I guessed he wanted to: “Hell yeah,” he shouted, “and I’m gonna be the one to slather this fucking mountain of blubber, dudes.” With that he wrapped his muscular arms as far as he could go around the never-ending circumference of my flabby paunch. Bunching up armfuls of blubbery fat he shook my gargantuan gut, making my two heavy tits slap up and down as they jiggled and bounced off my belly. He sighed with pleasure: “Awesome!”
“Sho-wer! Sho-wer!” the boys were chanting as Mikey and Tyrone started up all six of the showerheads in the communal area. Tyrone was the school’s champion bodybuilder – but at 6’2” of chiselled black muscle he was surprisingly gentle as he took me by the pudgy hand and led me into the centre. His brilliant white underwear was soaked through, revealing an almost indescribably big dick nestled in the damp cotton. You could have knocked me down with a feather when he whispered in my ear in his deep, husky baritone: “Come on baby, give us a show. You’re making me so damn hard.” As a parting gesture he reached up a shovel-sized hand and playfully tweaked one of my huge, bulbous nipples.
With my audience of hot, pumped muscleboys – all in various stages of undress and arousal – it felt good to cool off under the streams of water cascading over my tits and swollen belly. The boys grew quieter as the raucous laughter and insults slowly ceased; everyone was transfixed by my size. You could tell they had never seen someone as fat as me and all eyes were watching me run my hands over the rolls and rolls of gross flab that ran like an avalanche from my torso. It took two hands to lift each one of my vast breasts; each one topped by a saucer-sized nipple that seemed to glow under the sheen of soapy water. Lathering my big belly all over took about ten minutes – there was so much flabby acreage to cover – but my roaming hands caressed each bulging roll and deep crevasse. I looked up to see Bradley sweating profusely – his tiny red Speedo down around his ankles and his big cock standing proud from its nest of blond pubes. His voice was shaking as he gave his next command: “Towel him off boys.”
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One of the jocks – a muscular blond boy whose biceps were as big as most guys’ legs – was rubbing his big cock through the ribbed cotton of his jock. “Dude – we gotta get this fat pig in the shower and clean him up!” The other boys chorused their agreement.
“You bet. We’ll make this piggy nice and clean, won’t we – get that round ball of blubber shining like the biggest fucking prize hog in the County Fair, huh? Then what? Come on guys, what are we gonna do with this fat fuck? Mikey, what do you think?”
Mikey was the slightest of the boys – a pretty, young brunette with long, lean limbs and a coltish air. He was so excited looking at my belly – I don’t think he’d taken his eyes off it since I’d stripped off my shirt. The flared head of his thick, rock-hard cock was poking up above the waistband of his skin-tight Ginch Gonch underwear, which – I smiled to notice – were patterned with tiny cupcakes. Mmm, I thought to myself, I’m getting hungry! Mikey’s hungry eyes were greedily devouring every inch of my grossly obese body; he had to collect his thoughts before speaking.
“Coach has got a load of baby oil in his office, man. I say we grease him up like the fat fucking pig he is!”
The boys whooped and hollered. Bradley looked as though he was going to faint just imagining it, and he spoke louder than I guessed he wanted to: “Hell yeah,” he shouted, “and I’m gonna be the one to slather this fucking mountain of blubber, dudes.” With that he wrapped his muscular arms as far as he could go around the never-ending circumference of my flabby paunch. Bunching up armfuls of blubbery fat he shook my gargantuan gut, making my two heavy tits slap up and down as they jiggled and bounced off my belly. He sighed with pleasure: “Awesome!”
“Sho-wer! Sho-wer!” the boys were chanting as Mikey and Tyrone started up all six of the showerheads in the communal area. Tyrone was the school’s champion bodybuilder – but at 6’2” of chiselled black muscle he was surprisingly gentle as he took me by the pudgy hand and led me into the centre. His brilliant white underwear was soaked through, revealing an almost indescribably big dick nestled in the damp cotton. You could have knocked me down with a feather when he whispered in my ear in his deep, husky baritone: “Come on baby, give us a show. You’re making me so damn hard.” As a parting gesture he reached up a shovel-sized hand and playfully tweaked one of my huge, bulbous nipples.
With my audience of hot, pumped muscleboys – all in various stages of undress and arousal – it felt good to cool off under the streams of water cascading over my tits and swollen belly. The boys grew quieter as the raucous laughter and insults slowly ceased; everyone was transfixed by my size. You could tell they had never seen someone as fat as me and all eyes were watching me run my hands over the rolls and rolls of gross flab that ran like an avalanche from my torso. It took two hands to lift each one of my vast breasts; each one topped by a saucer-sized nipple that seemed to glow under the sheen of soapy water. Lathering my big belly all over took about ten minutes – there was so much flabby acreage to cover – but my roaming hands caressed each bulging roll and deep crevasse. I looked up to see Bradley sweating profusely – his tiny red Speedo down around his ankles and his big cock standing proud from its nest of blond pubes. His voice was shaking as he gave his next command: “Towel him off boys.”
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23 December 2009
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Show Off: Part One
“My God! Look at the size of your stomach!”
It was always the same. Every time I started at a new school I dreaded the first time I’d have to undress in a new gym locker-room. At 18 I had already been to three different high schools. My dad was in the Army and had been transferred so often there were some boxes of my stuff that I didn’t even unpack from house to house. Maybe that sense of insecurity was why I ate so much. Maybe that was why I was so fat.
“Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone so fat in my life. Buddy, you are sick!” No matter where I was, the guy with the big mouth seemed to be exactly the same: lean, muscular and good-looking, but with a sneer and cold expression. This guy – Bradley – was no exception. I had tried to hide myself in a corner out of the way while I took off my clothes. But when you’re my size it’s kind of difficult to hide anywhere. “Getta load of this fucking fat load, man,” Bradley called out to his jock buddies. “You guys gotta see this. Fuck!”
Bradley led his posse of gym-built friends over towards me. Most of them were in tight, white underwear and a couple of them were already in their jocks, the heavy pouches jutting out in front of them as they gathered around me. Bradley had already stripped down to a tiny red Speedo, which sat obscenely low on his rock-hard hips. His torso was incredible – totally hairless and tanned, with smooth muscles rippling under skin that looked as soft as a baby’s. Two massive, pumped mounds of pectoral muscle were topped off with hard, nut-brown nipples. He ran one of his hands over the bricks of abdominal cobblestones that glistened under the overhead light. “I like the light in here,” he said, to no-one in particular. “The shadows show off my muscles.”
I was only half undressed, clutching my enormous jeans in front of me as I stood there in front of an audience of half-naked muscleboys. I was wearing just some 71” waist boxer shorts and a clinging white T-shirt – size XXXXXXL. “Wh . . .what do you want?” I stammered.
“We want to see how fucking fat you are, blimp boy.” The other boys nodded in agreement. I paused for a moment. The locker-room clock ticked, suddenly seeming very loud.
“Okay.”
“Wait a minute? ‘Okay?’ What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means I like showing off my big belly,” I smiled. “I eat so much because I want to get fatter.”
The boys couldn’t believe it. “Oh you sick fuck!”
Bradley sneered in disgust, but I could see a glimmer in his eye that meant he was turned on by the thought of me eating myself up to this weight on purpose. He swallowed, and adjusted the growing pouch in his Speedo. “You’re disgusting, you know that, you fat pig?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “all this flab is pretty disgusting, isn’t it?” With that I lifted up the hem of my straining T-shirt, which exposed a good 60lbs of blubber-roll at the base of my gigantic stomach; the boys’ eyes widened in amazement.
“Holy shit, man! Look at that flabby fucking gut! It sticks out forever.”
“There’s more guys; much more.” Slowly working the hem of my shirt up over the unending bulge of my massive belly I could hear the threads snap as the thin cotton fabric couldn’t take the strain of encompassing so much flab. Just the effort of lifting the shirt up over my colossal bulge exhausted me, and I was breathing heavily. Bradley was looking at my now exposed belly and licking his lips; the heavy breathing seemed to be turning him on.
“Fuck, this dude can’t even get his fucking belly out without running out of breath. You lazy fat pig – why don’t you lose some weight you greedy fat fuck?”
“I want to gain weight, Bradley. I’m nowhere near fat enough yet.” I started to run my hands over the gargantuan mountain of flesh in my huge stomach – lifting and dropping the blubbery bulges that hung of my 18-year-old body. “I want to get bigger and bigger and fatter and fatter. So fat I can’t fucking move! I want this big fucking belly to blow up so big I won’t be able to see over it! I want more and more fat in this massive stomach of mine – so much fucking fat you won’t believe how big I’ll be. They’ll be able to see me from fucking space, Bradley! And if I don’t eat more, if I don’t keep stuffing my face with all the fattening food I can find – how am I going to blow up these puppies?” With one movement I slipped the T-shirt over my head. My breasts were so big they caught on the hem and then slapped down with an audible thwap onto the vast expanse of my gut. Bradley shouted in astonishment.
“Oh my God! This dude’s got fucking TITS!”
The boys were pointing and laughing; some of them shaking their heads in disgust at my mammoth breasts; others inching closer to me and hoping to cop a feel. My gut was so incredibly big that my tight CKs were barely visible under the drooping overhang of my colossal belly. Bradley seemed overcome: transfixed by the sight of my hugely obese body; flab bulging out in every direction as I stood in the locker-room. The pouch of his red Speedo was tented in front of him, struggling to contain his massively erect cock. Glancing around at the other athletes I could tell that most of them were sporting major boners and I smiled to think of how some of these straight Adonises would spend that evening guiltily jerking off as they replayed their mental videos of me – fat and half-naked – bulging before them.
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It was always the same. Every time I started at a new school I dreaded the first time I’d have to undress in a new gym locker-room. At 18 I had already been to three different high schools. My dad was in the Army and had been transferred so often there were some boxes of my stuff that I didn’t even unpack from house to house. Maybe that sense of insecurity was why I ate so much. Maybe that was why I was so fat.
“Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone so fat in my life. Buddy, you are sick!” No matter where I was, the guy with the big mouth seemed to be exactly the same: lean, muscular and good-looking, but with a sneer and cold expression. This guy – Bradley – was no exception. I had tried to hide myself in a corner out of the way while I took off my clothes. But when you’re my size it’s kind of difficult to hide anywhere. “Getta load of this fucking fat load, man,” Bradley called out to his jock buddies. “You guys gotta see this. Fuck!”
Bradley led his posse of gym-built friends over towards me. Most of them were in tight, white underwear and a couple of them were already in their jocks, the heavy pouches jutting out in front of them as they gathered around me. Bradley had already stripped down to a tiny red Speedo, which sat obscenely low on his rock-hard hips. His torso was incredible – totally hairless and tanned, with smooth muscles rippling under skin that looked as soft as a baby’s. Two massive, pumped mounds of pectoral muscle were topped off with hard, nut-brown nipples. He ran one of his hands over the bricks of abdominal cobblestones that glistened under the overhead light. “I like the light in here,” he said, to no-one in particular. “The shadows show off my muscles.”
I was only half undressed, clutching my enormous jeans in front of me as I stood there in front of an audience of half-naked muscleboys. I was wearing just some 71” waist boxer shorts and a clinging white T-shirt – size XXXXXXL. “Wh . . .what do you want?” I stammered.
“We want to see how fucking fat you are, blimp boy.” The other boys nodded in agreement. I paused for a moment. The locker-room clock ticked, suddenly seeming very loud.
“Okay.”
“Wait a minute? ‘Okay?’ What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means I like showing off my big belly,” I smiled. “I eat so much because I want to get fatter.”
The boys couldn’t believe it. “Oh you sick fuck!”
Bradley sneered in disgust, but I could see a glimmer in his eye that meant he was turned on by the thought of me eating myself up to this weight on purpose. He swallowed, and adjusted the growing pouch in his Speedo. “You’re disgusting, you know that, you fat pig?”
“Yeah,” I answered, “all this flab is pretty disgusting, isn’t it?” With that I lifted up the hem of my straining T-shirt, which exposed a good 60lbs of blubber-roll at the base of my gigantic stomach; the boys’ eyes widened in amazement.
“Holy shit, man! Look at that flabby fucking gut! It sticks out forever.”
“There’s more guys; much more.” Slowly working the hem of my shirt up over the unending bulge of my massive belly I could hear the threads snap as the thin cotton fabric couldn’t take the strain of encompassing so much flab. Just the effort of lifting the shirt up over my colossal bulge exhausted me, and I was breathing heavily. Bradley was looking at my now exposed belly and licking his lips; the heavy breathing seemed to be turning him on.
“Fuck, this dude can’t even get his fucking belly out without running out of breath. You lazy fat pig – why don’t you lose some weight you greedy fat fuck?”
“I want to gain weight, Bradley. I’m nowhere near fat enough yet.” I started to run my hands over the gargantuan mountain of flesh in my huge stomach – lifting and dropping the blubbery bulges that hung of my 18-year-old body. “I want to get bigger and bigger and fatter and fatter. So fat I can’t fucking move! I want this big fucking belly to blow up so big I won’t be able to see over it! I want more and more fat in this massive stomach of mine – so much fucking fat you won’t believe how big I’ll be. They’ll be able to see me from fucking space, Bradley! And if I don’t eat more, if I don’t keep stuffing my face with all the fattening food I can find – how am I going to blow up these puppies?” With one movement I slipped the T-shirt over my head. My breasts were so big they caught on the hem and then slapped down with an audible thwap onto the vast expanse of my gut. Bradley shouted in astonishment.
“Oh my God! This dude’s got fucking TITS!”
The boys were pointing and laughing; some of them shaking their heads in disgust at my mammoth breasts; others inching closer to me and hoping to cop a feel. My gut was so incredibly big that my tight CKs were barely visible under the drooping overhang of my colossal belly. Bradley seemed overcome: transfixed by the sight of my hugely obese body; flab bulging out in every direction as I stood in the locker-room. The pouch of his red Speedo was tented in front of him, struggling to contain his massively erect cock. Glancing around at the other athletes I could tell that most of them were sporting major boners and I smiled to think of how some of these straight Adonises would spend that evening guiltily jerking off as they replayed their mental videos of me – fat and half-naked – bulging before them.
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22 December 2009
Oldie but gooey
This is one of my old YouTube videos. I've probably piled on about 20lbs of belly fat since making this - but I did enjoy slathering that sticky goo all over my jiggly belly and flabby tits. Hope you enjoy watching me.
Advice needed
What kind of underwear looks good on us fat guys? (Not to make us look thinner, of course!) No, I mean what kind of underwear makes us look even more obese than we already are? You can probably see that I like CK tighty-whities as my big gut really seems to bulge out over the too-tight waistband. But what do you think makes fat boys like me really stand out - would you like to see me bulging out of a thong or a g-string, or maybe a Japanese fundoshi like this fat pig?
Which reminds me - I've just bought a really skimpy Speedo that makes me look HUGE. If you're good boys this Christmas maybe Santa will bring you a shower video! Now, who's been naughty - really naughty?!?!?
Which reminds me - I've just bought a really skimpy Speedo that makes me look HUGE. If you're good boys this Christmas maybe Santa will bring you a shower video! Now, who's been naughty - really naughty?!?!?
21 December 2009
Nice full belly
New videos coming soon, I promise. But here's a quick snap of me taking a much-needed rest after a gorging session.Boy, was I full!!
Wrapped in fat!
Wow! What I wouldn't give to me the filling in the middle of this belly sandwich. Even my flabby stomach would look puny compared to the gigantic guts of these two belly studs.
17 December 2009
Don't be shy
Nothing turns me on more than having you tease me or bully me about my weight. Call me all the names you can think of. Tell me how my fat body disgusts you. Let me know how you’d react if you saw my grossly obese belly at your gym or on the beach. Mock me for my sagging, flabby tits. Be as mean as you like. As you can see, I’m a VERY big boy – I can take it!
It feels SO good!
I love to eat. Wait, let me rephrase that: I LOVE to eat! There’s no better feeling that sitting down to a meal that would feed five or six people and then eating it all myself.
Sometimes I like to eat real slow – savouring every fattening mouthful as it fills my belly up. I love that tight, stretched feeling you get when you think you can’t eat one more bite. But you know what? A few minutes go by, and your stomach muscles relax – then you chow down some more. Finally – when you’re so stuffed you can barely move – it’s time to enjoy some quality time rubbing and kneading that huge expanse of bloated belly bulging out in front of you.
Other times I just go into a feeding frenzy – grabbing mindlessly and greedily at anything I can get my hands on. Nothing matters more than shovelling huge amounts of high-fat, high-carb food into my cavernous stomach. I eat through the pain barrier – stuffing my belly until it aches and groans with the pressure of so much heavy food.
How would you like to watch me eat? Slow and steady or fast and furious?
Sometimes I like to eat real slow – savouring every fattening mouthful as it fills my belly up. I love that tight, stretched feeling you get when you think you can’t eat one more bite. But you know what? A few minutes go by, and your stomach muscles relax – then you chow down some more. Finally – when you’re so stuffed you can barely move – it’s time to enjoy some quality time rubbing and kneading that huge expanse of bloated belly bulging out in front of you.
Other times I just go into a feeding frenzy – grabbing mindlessly and greedily at anything I can get my hands on. Nothing matters more than shovelling huge amounts of high-fat, high-carb food into my cavernous stomach. I eat through the pain barrier – stuffing my belly until it aches and groans with the pressure of so much heavy food.
How would you like to watch me eat? Slow and steady or fast and furious?
Tell me how you want it!
I'm always open to ideas and suggestions. What would you like to see?How about my big obese body in the shower - lathering my huge stomach with soapy suds? Or how about watching me eat - stuffing my gigantic belly with all sorts of fattening food? What about me stripping out of some tight clothes - exposing my flabby gut in all its bulging glory?
The choice is yours!
What to do with all this FAT?
A quiet Sunday afternoon. I'm all alone with nothing to play with. Except about 80lbs of belly fat! Mmmmmmm.
16 December 2009
Wouldn't it be nice?
Yeah, so I love looking at a big, fat stud, but sometimes it's nice to get some "pretty boy" action too - wouldn't it be nice to have the best of both worlds?
15 December 2009
Bulging out
This one was really enjoyable. I don't know why, but I felt really big; really heavy. Suddenly I was aware of all the weight I'd gained and how good it felt.
There's something about sitting down and realising that you have this huge ring of flab hanging around your middle - a real "spare tire". And those tight white underpants felt SO good cutting into my waist - my huge gut just bulges out over them.
There's something about sitting down and realising that you have this huge ring of flab hanging around your middle - a real "spare tire". And those tight white underpants felt SO good cutting into my waist - my huge gut just bulges out over them.
What do you think - should I get even fatter?
My Hero
You know the score. He used to be that hot jock we all lusted after in high school. Fit. Trim. Muscular.Now look at him. Big fat gut hanging over his jeans. Flabby, greedy and lazy - watching the pounds pile on to that ever-growing beefy belly. Tell him what you think about this out-of-shape lardass ex-jock. He'll love you for it!
Tease me, please me
God, I would LOVE to have the courage to wear a shirt like this in public.
Imagine seeing me lumbering through a shopping mall or in a restaurant; my gigantic gut wobbling and shaking with my every step; totally unaware of how much flab was cascading over my too-tight waistband.
What would you say to me? How would you react to seeing my hugely fat belly bulging out for everyone to see? How disgusted would you be to see my massively over-sized breasts sagging out?
Feeling heavy and full
I like the way these low-riding trousers make my big belly really swell out. I was quite full when I made this one, so my big gut was nice and bloated - felt good to feel my hands moving across the vast expanse of stomach meat.
My Inspiration
The web's greatest gainer, and probably the world's most beautiful belly. Whether you know him as BigBryanCA or Massive Ox, this swollen, fat colossus has taken belly-building and made it an art form.When I first saw him he was a skinny little thing of just 250lbs. Now he's ballooned into a gargantuan behemoth of 384lbs and still growing! Oh to have a few hours, some baby oil, a tape measure, a set of scales, a refrigerator full of fattening goodies and this gorgeous hunk of beef . . . . . . . . .
Check out the internet's hottest, hugest belly stud in all his bloated, greedy glory at http://www.youtube.com/bigbryanca.
Welcome
Welcome to my new blog, where I'll be showing off my fat belly and massive tits. If you'd like to leave me some encouragement please do. I've gained about 15lbs in the last six weeks and with Christmas coming up can gain more.I also like it when you tease me or bully me about my belly and my size, so unleash that sexy naughty streak . . . as you can see, I'm a BIG boy, I can take it!
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