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Fantasy
Written by MoreGirth
I really love Mark. I mean really really love him. I remember the first time I saw him at the gym and thought I was dreaming he was so damn hot. Only 5’ 10" but easily 200 lbs. of perfectly symmetrical toned muscle squeezed into the tightest shorts and briefest string tank I had ever seen, every muscle clearly defined and bulging through his paper thin golden skin. And his features!. Square chin, high cheekbones, sparkling blue eyes and chestnut hair cut close to his head. He was perfect. He seemed like a god and I was in lust 1 second after I saw him.
I lusted from afar for almost a year, getting friendly but too shy in his presence to attempt to show my real interest in him. He got noticeably more muscular that year, a bit too bulky for my tastes actually, but by then I was too far gone and didn’t care. I wanted him, had to have him. So when one night he and I were there late working out we went out for a drink. We made love till dawn.
We had been dating for over 6 months and my love for him only deepened. I couldn’t believe this hunk was mine. I was determined to have him forever, Id do anything for him to keep him mine. The fact that he liked me to serve him and service him, do his laundry, do all the shopping, cook his meals, and clean up after him, it was all worth it to me.
He had continued to grow bigger, his muscularity now becoming slightly freakish at almost 250 lbs. and 5% bodyfat. His appetite had become huge, eating 5 or 6 increasingly large meals with low fat high protein shakes in between. He had also become more vain and more domineering, but I didn’t care, I was so in love with him. I’ll always be in love with him, no matter what.
I suspected he was using steroids, there was no way his now massively muscled body could be natural. I finally caught him one morning injecting himself in his tight bubble butt. We had an argument over it but I backed down. I could tell there was no talking sense to him. He said he wanted to be huge, he wanted to dwarf any man on the street. He wanted every one to stare at him, he didn’t care if they thought him a freak, nothing mattered more than to get as massive as possible. From then on I gave him his morning injections.
Now with all the steroids he was really getting big, not just his muscles either. His face had gotten rounder and fuller, he had developed this big "roid gut" that would stick out from in front of him when he ate. He was easily eating over 10,000 calories a day, and considering his intake was low fat and very high protein, it took a lot of food. He now had acne all over his back and his body hair was even growing more quickly. Now instead of shaving him once a week I was shaving him every 3 days so he could stay smooth and his muscles would be more clearly defined.
He changed gyms, joining a hardcore gym that I had no interest in joining. I stayed at our old gym, just to stay toned. I have more of the lean gymnast build, small stature, not ripped but well defined at 5’ 7" and 161 lbs. I wouldn’t have been comfortable with all these roid heads.
Mark subscribed to every bodybuilding web site he could find and even some strange sites dealing with ways to up his mass. Nothing was too extreme for him, his quest for size was all encompassing. About this time Mark had heard about this new hormone based drug that was being tested on animals like pigs and cows to up their body mass more quickly. This stuff was some kind of synthetic hormone that was still illegal in the US but he could get it in Mexico. It was speculated in the underground web pages Mark read that it was supposed to really increase muscle mass beyond anything even the large doses of steroids Mark was taking would do. I asked him about side effects especially the one about vastly increased appetite, but he brushed me off. He had to have it. He said he had to eat big to get big so no big deal he’d turn it all into muscle at the gym. He even boasted that no one else at the gym would dare try this stuff, no one else had the nerve to go for true massiveness. God he could be pigheaded. It became an obsession. Finally, 2 months later we took a vacation to Mexico and Mark wiped out his savings account buying enough of this stuff to last a year or 2. He swore me to secrecy. He didn’t want anyone at the gym to know he had bought it.
So now I started injecting his ripped ass with this new stuff. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t say no to him. At first I didn’t notice any big changes. He was eating more, his roid gut bowing out bigger than ever but like he said he hit the gym harder than ever and I could tell within a few weeks that he was again getting noticeably more muscular. He was a little less defined but getting very freaky. Mark was thrilled.
One evening I had to work late and my route home goes right past Mark’s gym. I wanted to see if he was still there, maybe go out for dinner. I pulled into the lot across the street as the small gym lot was full and I didn’t see his car at first. Just as I saw that his car was there I heard his voice and looked over to see him and this other huge muscle guy leave the gym. The guy was real big but looked almost small next to my massive lover. They didn’t see me, they were too involved with each other. Then, I didn’t want to believe it, Mark pushed him up against the wall and started kissing him! A minute later they went over to a big green van and got in the back. I sat there and watched the van shaking rhythmically from whatever they were doing in there. I didn’t need to see what they were doing to know what was going on. I went home with tears in my eyes totally devastated. By the time I got home I was as angry as I was feeling betrayed. I could take Mark’s moods, I could take his ego, I could take him making me his virtual slave, as long as I felt that I was his one and only love. I didn’t know what to do.
The hours past slowly and I thought and I thought and I thought. Then it hit me. I wouldn’t leave him, I still wanted him. I was going to find a way to make him mine again exclusively. I would not share him with anyone! I’d find a way and pretend nothing had happened till I figured out how.
Well the answer presented itself pretty quickly. The new drug Mark was taking was not only making him grow but increased his appetite even more. He was becoming a pig in the true sense of the word, constantly demanding food and stuffing himself at home, now eating 6 or 7 good size meals a day. He’d work out for 4 or 5 hours every day, drenching his work out clothes with sweat, and come home to eat or sleep. I decided he wanted to be truly huge? Well maybe if I got him to gain some fat and not muscle then he wouldn’t be as attractive to those other muscleheads and he’d be mine again. It was crazy, but I guess I wasn’t in my right head either, I was desperate.
So starting the next day instead of the 1cc I gave him 3. It seemed that god was on my side because a week or so later we were hit with a huge blizzard. I knew a bad storm was coming so I had stocked up and the house was overflowing with food. We got snowbound for a week, we couldn’t go out, Mark couldn’t even work out as our home gym was long ago put away being too "wimpy" for Mark. So I cooked and kept bringing him food. He just lay back in his easy chair and ate, and ate, and ate. By the 6th day of the storm I as giving him 5cc’s of the drug and now his appetite was all that he could think about. His stomach was noticeably bigger, fuller, rounder. You could still see the ridges of his abdominal muscles over its curve, but it was definitely growing faster than the rest of his body. It was amazing how much he could pack away. He’d eat till he fell asleep and you just know I had a big freshly baked tray of brownies or a lasagna there waiting when he woke up. His appetite was out of control, he was used to me bringing him food, taking care of his selfish needs, he expected it. So he ate. But now he couldn’t work out, couldn’t work off all those thousands upon thousands of calories he was ingesting. Now he just sat in his big easy chair watching football or some dumb talk show while he snacked between his frequent meals. I’d watch him eat, when he wasn’t stuffing his face his hands would absentmindedly roam the increasing vastness of his stomach. For some reason he was now almost always horny and I was pleased with that too. We had some pretty wild sex in that big easy chair of his or on the couch. Each night he’d finally stagger to bed holding his belly and moaning.
Once the storm let up Mark would say he was going to the gym but I made sure that there was a table full of tempting food laid out for him and by the time he stuffed it all down he would fall asleep in his chair. While he napped I restocked the house. But now I was crazy, I wanted to get him to gain enough weight where he wouldn’t be the most muscled guy anymore, I wanted him heavier, fatter. So now I bought all the forbidden foods. Cakes and ice cream, ground chuck versus ground round, heavy cream and junk food, and lots more. I even bought a high fat weight gain powder to replace his 4x a day protein shakes. He didn’t even notice. So I added a pint of ice cream to each shake.
Mark was too busy eating or sleeping to even realize what was happening to him. It was like he was in a daze. His workout buddies kept calling and I said he was sick and contagious and couldn’t go out for some time. When? The doctor wasn’t sure. We stayed alone and Mark just ate, and ate and ate. After 3 months of this the biggest, most massively muscled guy in town was even bigger. But now he was what he had always been, a lazy, selfish pig and it showed. He was still huge, bigger than ever actually. But there was no definition to his huge shoulders or arms; and his gut! Oh shit that thing blew up so fast it was like he was attached to a fire hose almost. He had had a "roid" gut that was big and would bow out a good 9-10" when he’d stuff himself. But now after over 3 months of total gluttony and nearly zero exercise, and the most fattening foods I could get my hands on, it was truly huge. It spread in front of him more than 2’ widening into thick love handles that merged into his once powerful and now soft back. He had to spread his legs to allow the damn thing to settle between his huge thighs just to reach the table.
A month later it was too big for him to even reach the table. I started hand feeding him, we both enjoyed it actually, our sex life got even better.
Mark’s been eating virtually non stop now for almost 2 years now. He hasn’t worked out since that snowstorm. Mostly I feed him now literally pushing food into his face as fast as I can for an hour or two before he falls asleep. I enjoy it. It really turns me on watching him make a pig of himself, the cheeks of his fat face swollen with whatever I chose to stuff in. sometimes he could barely close his lips as he struggled to chew and swallow the huge mouthfuls I was shoving into him. We would get into a rhythm, me stuffing him hard, timing each new handful of cake or heaping serving spoon of pasta so that his mouth would stay full, the next portion being forced into his mouth almost before he could manage to gulp the prior one down. Now I was the one in charge. He never leaves our bed and he eats everything I give him. His capacity is so enormous its ridiculous. One night I fed him 6 extra large pizzas and after only a two hour nap I fed him again.
I have no idea how much weight he has gained but no one would recognize this mountain of lard as the most muscular stud in town that he once was. Lying in bed his humongous belly rises in a huge soft curve and towers over his head completely blocking his view. His belly is so big and soft that he lays there with his leg spread wide yet the fat on his lower belly drapes over them and sagging to either side to lay heavily on the mattress to a little below his knees, pinning him. His pecs have softened and grown into massive boobs that hang penduously to either side of his belly and wrap in a thick roll of soft blubber to merge into his back. He has several smaller rolls of fat between his tit roll and his main love handles that merge with his belly. He’s so wide that I have trouble straddling him while I stuff him with even more food. I think I like the feel of all that soft blubber under me even more than his once rock hard physique. I don’t know if its his flab or my new dominance over him that turns me on so. His face is round, his cheeks rosy and his neck is now just another thick roll that is wider than his head and merges with his fattened shoulders. His eyes stare out of his fat face almost slitlike, making him look even more like the pig he has become. Somehow I like him better this way. Best of all is I doubt anyone else would want him now that he’s so fat he cant even stand to support his own weight of easily 900 lbs.
I’m almost out of the drugs I’ve been giving him daily but his belly is so enormous and his appetite so massive that I doubt he needs them anyway. But I’m going to keep feeding him just in case. He doesn’t seem to mind. And he’s all mine alone. Oops! I have to stop typing now. The pig is yelling for me to feed him again. He’s hungry again. I’m thinking I’m going to need a funnel soon. Yeah, definitely.
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Fantasy
Written by MoreGirth
I really love Mark. I mean really really love him. I remember the first time I saw him at the gym and thought I was dreaming he was so damn hot. Only 5’ 10" but easily 200 lbs. of perfectly symmetrical toned muscle squeezed into the tightest shorts and briefest string tank I had ever seen, every muscle clearly defined and bulging through his paper thin golden skin. And his features!. Square chin, high cheekbones, sparkling blue eyes and chestnut hair cut close to his head. He was perfect. He seemed like a god and I was in lust 1 second after I saw him.
I lusted from afar for almost a year, getting friendly but too shy in his presence to attempt to show my real interest in him. He got noticeably more muscular that year, a bit too bulky for my tastes actually, but by then I was too far gone and didn’t care. I wanted him, had to have him. So when one night he and I were there late working out we went out for a drink. We made love till dawn.
We had been dating for over 6 months and my love for him only deepened. I couldn’t believe this hunk was mine. I was determined to have him forever, Id do anything for him to keep him mine. The fact that he liked me to serve him and service him, do his laundry, do all the shopping, cook his meals, and clean up after him, it was all worth it to me.
He had continued to grow bigger, his muscularity now becoming slightly freakish at almost 250 lbs. and 5% bodyfat. His appetite had become huge, eating 5 or 6 increasingly large meals with low fat high protein shakes in between. He had also become more vain and more domineering, but I didn’t care, I was so in love with him. I’ll always be in love with him, no matter what.
I suspected he was using steroids, there was no way his now massively muscled body could be natural. I finally caught him one morning injecting himself in his tight bubble butt. We had an argument over it but I backed down. I could tell there was no talking sense to him. He said he wanted to be huge, he wanted to dwarf any man on the street. He wanted every one to stare at him, he didn’t care if they thought him a freak, nothing mattered more than to get as massive as possible. From then on I gave him his morning injections.
Now with all the steroids he was really getting big, not just his muscles either. His face had gotten rounder and fuller, he had developed this big "roid gut" that would stick out from in front of him when he ate. He was easily eating over 10,000 calories a day, and considering his intake was low fat and very high protein, it took a lot of food. He now had acne all over his back and his body hair was even growing more quickly. Now instead of shaving him once a week I was shaving him every 3 days so he could stay smooth and his muscles would be more clearly defined.
He changed gyms, joining a hardcore gym that I had no interest in joining. I stayed at our old gym, just to stay toned. I have more of the lean gymnast build, small stature, not ripped but well defined at 5’ 7" and 161 lbs. I wouldn’t have been comfortable with all these roid heads.
Mark subscribed to every bodybuilding web site he could find and even some strange sites dealing with ways to up his mass. Nothing was too extreme for him, his quest for size was all encompassing. About this time Mark had heard about this new hormone based drug that was being tested on animals like pigs and cows to up their body mass more quickly. This stuff was some kind of synthetic hormone that was still illegal in the US but he could get it in Mexico. It was speculated in the underground web pages Mark read that it was supposed to really increase muscle mass beyond anything even the large doses of steroids Mark was taking would do. I asked him about side effects especially the one about vastly increased appetite, but he brushed me off. He had to have it. He said he had to eat big to get big so no big deal he’d turn it all into muscle at the gym. He even boasted that no one else at the gym would dare try this stuff, no one else had the nerve to go for true massiveness. God he could be pigheaded. It became an obsession. Finally, 2 months later we took a vacation to Mexico and Mark wiped out his savings account buying enough of this stuff to last a year or 2. He swore me to secrecy. He didn’t want anyone at the gym to know he had bought it.
So now I started injecting his ripped ass with this new stuff. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t say no to him. At first I didn’t notice any big changes. He was eating more, his roid gut bowing out bigger than ever but like he said he hit the gym harder than ever and I could tell within a few weeks that he was again getting noticeably more muscular. He was a little less defined but getting very freaky. Mark was thrilled.
One evening I had to work late and my route home goes right past Mark’s gym. I wanted to see if he was still there, maybe go out for dinner. I pulled into the lot across the street as the small gym lot was full and I didn’t see his car at first. Just as I saw that his car was there I heard his voice and looked over to see him and this other huge muscle guy leave the gym. The guy was real big but looked almost small next to my massive lover. They didn’t see me, they were too involved with each other. Then, I didn’t want to believe it, Mark pushed him up against the wall and started kissing him! A minute later they went over to a big green van and got in the back. I sat there and watched the van shaking rhythmically from whatever they were doing in there. I didn’t need to see what they were doing to know what was going on. I went home with tears in my eyes totally devastated. By the time I got home I was as angry as I was feeling betrayed. I could take Mark’s moods, I could take his ego, I could take him making me his virtual slave, as long as I felt that I was his one and only love. I didn’t know what to do.
The hours past slowly and I thought and I thought and I thought. Then it hit me. I wouldn’t leave him, I still wanted him. I was going to find a way to make him mine again exclusively. I would not share him with anyone! I’d find a way and pretend nothing had happened till I figured out how.
Well the answer presented itself pretty quickly. The new drug Mark was taking was not only making him grow but increased his appetite even more. He was becoming a pig in the true sense of the word, constantly demanding food and stuffing himself at home, now eating 6 or 7 good size meals a day. He’d work out for 4 or 5 hours every day, drenching his work out clothes with sweat, and come home to eat or sleep. I decided he wanted to be truly huge? Well maybe if I got him to gain some fat and not muscle then he wouldn’t be as attractive to those other muscleheads and he’d be mine again. It was crazy, but I guess I wasn’t in my right head either, I was desperate.
So starting the next day instead of the 1cc I gave him 3. It seemed that god was on my side because a week or so later we were hit with a huge blizzard. I knew a bad storm was coming so I had stocked up and the house was overflowing with food. We got snowbound for a week, we couldn’t go out, Mark couldn’t even work out as our home gym was long ago put away being too "wimpy" for Mark. So I cooked and kept bringing him food. He just lay back in his easy chair and ate, and ate, and ate. By the 6th day of the storm I as giving him 5cc’s of the drug and now his appetite was all that he could think about. His stomach was noticeably bigger, fuller, rounder. You could still see the ridges of his abdominal muscles over its curve, but it was definitely growing faster than the rest of his body. It was amazing how much he could pack away. He’d eat till he fell asleep and you just know I had a big freshly baked tray of brownies or a lasagna there waiting when he woke up. His appetite was out of control, he was used to me bringing him food, taking care of his selfish needs, he expected it. So he ate. But now he couldn’t work out, couldn’t work off all those thousands upon thousands of calories he was ingesting. Now he just sat in his big easy chair watching football or some dumb talk show while he snacked between his frequent meals. I’d watch him eat, when he wasn’t stuffing his face his hands would absentmindedly roam the increasing vastness of his stomach. For some reason he was now almost always horny and I was pleased with that too. We had some pretty wild sex in that big easy chair of his or on the couch. Each night he’d finally stagger to bed holding his belly and moaning.
Once the storm let up Mark would say he was going to the gym but I made sure that there was a table full of tempting food laid out for him and by the time he stuffed it all down he would fall asleep in his chair. While he napped I restocked the house. But now I was crazy, I wanted to get him to gain enough weight where he wouldn’t be the most muscled guy anymore, I wanted him heavier, fatter. So now I bought all the forbidden foods. Cakes and ice cream, ground chuck versus ground round, heavy cream and junk food, and lots more. I even bought a high fat weight gain powder to replace his 4x a day protein shakes. He didn’t even notice. So I added a pint of ice cream to each shake.
Mark was too busy eating or sleeping to even realize what was happening to him. It was like he was in a daze. His workout buddies kept calling and I said he was sick and contagious and couldn’t go out for some time. When? The doctor wasn’t sure. We stayed alone and Mark just ate, and ate and ate. After 3 months of this the biggest, most massively muscled guy in town was even bigger. But now he was what he had always been, a lazy, selfish pig and it showed. He was still huge, bigger than ever actually. But there was no definition to his huge shoulders or arms; and his gut! Oh shit that thing blew up so fast it was like he was attached to a fire hose almost. He had had a "roid" gut that was big and would bow out a good 9-10" when he’d stuff himself. But now after over 3 months of total gluttony and nearly zero exercise, and the most fattening foods I could get my hands on, it was truly huge. It spread in front of him more than 2’ widening into thick love handles that merged into his once powerful and now soft back. He had to spread his legs to allow the damn thing to settle between his huge thighs just to reach the table.
A month later it was too big for him to even reach the table. I started hand feeding him, we both enjoyed it actually, our sex life got even better.
Mark’s been eating virtually non stop now for almost 2 years now. He hasn’t worked out since that snowstorm. Mostly I feed him now literally pushing food into his face as fast as I can for an hour or two before he falls asleep. I enjoy it. It really turns me on watching him make a pig of himself, the cheeks of his fat face swollen with whatever I chose to stuff in. sometimes he could barely close his lips as he struggled to chew and swallow the huge mouthfuls I was shoving into him. We would get into a rhythm, me stuffing him hard, timing each new handful of cake or heaping serving spoon of pasta so that his mouth would stay full, the next portion being forced into his mouth almost before he could manage to gulp the prior one down. Now I was the one in charge. He never leaves our bed and he eats everything I give him. His capacity is so enormous its ridiculous. One night I fed him 6 extra large pizzas and after only a two hour nap I fed him again.
I have no idea how much weight he has gained but no one would recognize this mountain of lard as the most muscular stud in town that he once was. Lying in bed his humongous belly rises in a huge soft curve and towers over his head completely blocking his view. His belly is so big and soft that he lays there with his leg spread wide yet the fat on his lower belly drapes over them and sagging to either side to lay heavily on the mattress to a little below his knees, pinning him. His pecs have softened and grown into massive boobs that hang penduously to either side of his belly and wrap in a thick roll of soft blubber to merge into his back. He has several smaller rolls of fat between his tit roll and his main love handles that merge with his belly. He’s so wide that I have trouble straddling him while I stuff him with even more food. I think I like the feel of all that soft blubber under me even more than his once rock hard physique. I don’t know if its his flab or my new dominance over him that turns me on so. His face is round, his cheeks rosy and his neck is now just another thick roll that is wider than his head and merges with his fattened shoulders. His eyes stare out of his fat face almost slitlike, making him look even more like the pig he has become. Somehow I like him better this way. Best of all is I doubt anyone else would want him now that he’s so fat he cant even stand to support his own weight of easily 900 lbs.
I’m almost out of the drugs I’ve been giving him daily but his belly is so enormous and his appetite so massive that I doubt he needs them anyway. But I’m going to keep feeding him just in case. He doesn’t seem to mind. And he’s all mine alone. Oops! I have to stop typing now. The pig is yelling for me to feed him again. He’s hungry again. I’m thinking I’m going to need a funnel soon. Yeah, definitely.
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