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Bulk Fiction Archive

This archive is an assortment gay male transformation fiction. When you popped your first button and ripped your first seam.

As we snuggle up for bed, I tell you, "I think this month you'll break 435." I see you're close to dozing off, so I brush the side of your head and give you one last kiss, not expecting a response. You feel my low-hanging balls grace the head of your cock while your shaft alternates between being further buried by your lard when your gut bulges forward and being slightly freed as my body presses down your fatpad.

While your mouth and throat work to consume another quart, I use my mouth and throat to pleasure your pig cock, my saliva mixing with your sweat and precum. But as winter settled in and the snowstorm trapped us all at their family-owned service station, it became clear that this rivalry was about more than just lifting weights. Then I help my handsome hog waddle over to the bedroom, lay you across the bed with plenty of pillows to support you, letting you have a little break from eating with gentle making out, tender belly rubs, and occasional slow, sweaty strokes on your cock.

When you first felt your fatpad take up some length on your cock while jerking off. You may have started your descent into hoghood, and even set yourself down the path at full-throttle, but now, after you became my fatboy, I sit in the driver's seat."

9.

"You sit in the back of our custom van, with a ramp and handrail so you can waddle yourself up to your sofa-sized seat, before our mini nightly road trip to the first ten drive-thrus you can think of."

8.

I realized you stop, and I can see panic all over your face, even though you still have your blindfold on.

Food leads to fat, fat leads to fucking, and fucking leads to food. Jason, always the bigger brother, started packing on weight, stuffing himself to prove a point. You groan and mumble "hu...hurry", and I notice your cock twitches with anticipation. With one last kiss, I put the tube in your mouth, and say, "Breakfast is served, fatboy.

You start moaning through the swallows, then finally moan out loud, signaling that you've finished the third flavor.

"Fourth, vanilla with cinnamon roll." Now is when the fun can really begin. His body, once fit, was softening as his belly began to round out. The first time a guy motorboated your tits. When you moved up to four quarts.

flavor."

My jaw drops and I'm frozen in shock, my hands at the sides of your head just about to take off your blindfold. When you first became 'morbidly obese'. I say "First, dulce de leche", unclasp the tube, and watch your throat start gulping down the calories fed to you by gravity.

As you enter a trance of gluttony, I get to take advantage of your exhausted, hypnotized start to explore and use your fat however I like, your muscles too burdened with heavy lard to be able to resist.

When you first noticed your cock was completely buried when soft. *urp*...