clydesdalecookiefox:

When you have a big old hearty breakfast, then you decide to follow it up with a pint of whipped-cream topped milk and a big pile of cookies to dunk into it… THAT’S #Santafication in process.

Wish I could just wake up tomorrow and find my hair and beard have gone white. If it was scientifically possible that by managing to drink 2 gallons of milk and eating 200 cookies in on sitting, without taking a break, then it’d just happen automatically… hell, I’d be straight online to order the supplies and prep my tummy for the inevitable uber-bloat that was to follow.

theeyesofgregphotography:

I felt nostalgic that this year will mark two years of doing my first photo shoot with Tom @thomasnead in Loveland. (June 14, 2016)
#eyesofgreg #colorful #visionary #creative #photo #nikond3400 #art #observe #seewithyourmind #peoplephotography #parks #outdoors #lovelandohio #lovelandohiophotography #nisbetpark #cincinnatiohiophotographer #cincinnatiohiophotography #perrysuspenders #photography #photo #photos #pictures #art #beautiful #instagood #picoftheday #photooftheday #focus #capture (at Loveland, Ohio)

Source: theeyesofgregphotography

clydesdalecookiefox:

26 minutes in… Another childhood fascination.

“He chloroformed me and pushed me in his wheelbarrow to his flat. Tied me to the bed for days on end and force fed me on hundreds of cream buns! Look at my muscle definition now!”

Definitely a socially acceptable way. Where do I sign up for the same treatment?

ChatChange – Jock Slave (Flash Commission)

wesleybracken:

Thank you for using ChatRandom! You’re now being paired with a new chatter…..Partner found, welcome DirtyTubbs56!

DirtyTubbs56: Hey bud, how’s it hangin?

CollegeJock97: Fuck, put a fucking shirt on, would you? No one wants to see that.

DirtyTubbs056: Heh, how about this? Wanna see my big ol’ cock boy?

CollegeJock97: What the fuck, why won’t it let me close the window?

DirtyTubbs56: Sounds like someone didn’t pay for the premium membership. Guess you’re stuck with me for a little bit. Come on, whip out yer cock too–helps the time pass by real easy.

CollegeJock97: I’m not showing your my cock you fat, dirty faggot.

DirtyTubbs56: You know, I wasn’t too different from you when I was younger. You should watch what you say boy.

[Premium user DirtyTubbs56 has activated ChatChange]

CollegeJock97: What the fuck is chatchange?

DirtyTubbs56: You’ll see boy, now hold on a second.

[Change applied]

GrungeJock97: Oww! How the fuck–it fucking shocked me!

GrungeJock97: And why…what the fuck happened to my screenname? B?

DirtyTubbs56: Well I gotta say, it looks accurate–how old is that jock you have on boy?

GrungeJock97: Fuck, this…this thing? I’ve been wearing it all year so far

GrungeJock97: Why did I write that? I mean I have but I wasn’t wearing it, and my room, fuck it reeks so fucking good in here all of a sudden, makes me so damn horny.

DirtyTubbs56: Well then whip it out boy, let’s see what you got.

GrungeJock97: Fuck, you fucking did this to me, what the fuck did you do? Change me back, you fucking sicko.

DirtyTubbs56: Fuck boy, been wearing these whities of mine for months–bet you’d love to give them a sniff, wouldn’t you? Look at the color on ‘em–ain’t they pretty. Hold on, gotta get up here for a sec, show ya the shit streak down the back.

DirtyTubbs56: Eh? What did you think of those? Damn, did checking out my dirty undies just make you leak all that? Now who’s the sicko around here?

GrungeJock97: I can’t fucking help it!

DirtyTubbs56: Fuck, reminds me of when I was younger, sneaking underwear from the locker room, especially the coach’s, if I could manage. You like older guys, don’t you boy? Fat old pigs like me?

GrungeJock97: Fuck no, you…no, I won’t do this, I fucking won’t.

DirtyTubbs56: Well it wasn’t really a question anyway, no worries

[Change Applied]

Jock4DirtyOldMen: Fuck, that fucking hurt! Fucking stop it! What did you fucking do this time, daddy?

Jock4DirtyOldMen:Why the fuck did I type that? You’re fucking with my head, aren’t you daddy?

DirtyTubbs56: Just made you a little more appreciative is all. You should be thankful, shouldn’t you? That I’m turning you into a whore for dirty old men like me? Come on, tell me what you’d do to me, if I was in that dirty room of yours.

Jock4DirtyOldMen: Fuck, I don’t wanna say daddy, don’t make me do this, please sir.

DirtyTubbs56: Tell me boy, that’s an order.

Jock4DirtyOldMen: Fuck–fuck, I’d…I’d sniff your pits, and clean your whole stinking body sir. Suck your cock, and eat out your ass if you wanted, I’d…fuck, feeling you on top of me, fucking my dirty hole makes me so hard just thinking about it

DirtyTubbs56: How about my feet boy?

Jock4DirtyOldMen: I fucking love dirty feet sir, I’d lick them clean–the…the stink of ‘em makes me cum harder than anything.

DirtyTubbs56: That’s a much better attitude boy–but I think we should punish you for some of your rudeness earlier, don’t you think?

Jock4DirtyOldMen: No sir, please, I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want, you don’t have to change me anymore, please

DirtyTubbs56: No–see, I think you’re still a bit too proud of yourself. Your youth, your body. But living like this, well, it won’t last for long, trust me. All those hours spent alone in your room, masturbating to your own heady stench–it doesn’t leave much time for working out, does it? But you can’t stop–and the more you lose, the more you want it back.

[Change applied]

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Fuck, that…fuck, what the fuck, I think I’m going to be sick…

DirtyTubbs56: Just accept it, just let it wash over you. You’ll feel so much better soon, trust me, you don’t know it yet, but you’re going to love this. I thought the same thing, but this is so much better than you know.

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: I’m, fuck, I’m old, and I’m so fucking fat! Change me back you fucker! You can’t fucking do this to me, you fucking can’t do this, I was

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Fuck, why the fuck can’t I remember? I…I remember getting in the locker room, yesterday, but I wasn’t playing, I…fuck, that’s right, I took a fucking haul, five rank jocks from the locker room. I…know the janitor, and he’ll give me fifteen minutes to raid the place if I blow him, and it’s fucking worth it every time. Can’t do it too often though, but fuck, you should fucking smell these things.

DirtyTubbs56: Fuck man, they look so filthy, I can almost smell them through the screen!

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Fuck yeah, I watch them at practice too, usually, wearing my favorite ones, even a jersey or two, while I’m under the bleachers, jacking off. Just fucking wish I could get close to them, you know? Really show those young studs what an old pig like me has to offer.

DirtyTubbs56: I bet you’d do anything for a stud like that.

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: You fucking know it! I…fuck, I know you fucking did this to me, but everything feels so fucking…far away now. And fuck if I don’t fucking love this.

DirtyTubbs56: Tell me what you want, pig–if you really want to go back, I could be persuaded if you ask really nicely–though I might need a favor in return.

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Fuck, all I really want is all those fucking jocks around me, fucking me, pissing on me, using me as their fucking pig slut, fuck now that would be the fucking life!

DirtyTubbs56: Well I can arrange that too, you know.

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Wait, I didn’t mean it, not really, I was just fantasizing!

DirtyTubbs56: You sounded pretty serious to me.

DirtyOldMan4Jocks: Fuck you, fucking change me back, I’ll do anything you want, I’ll find you and blow you, please

DirtyTubbs56: Nah, I like your idea better.

[change applied]

FilthySlavePig4Jocks: Fuck, what’s happening, why

DirtyTubbs56: Huh, he vanished–must not be living in that room anymore.

[Find user – FilthySlavePig4Jocks]

[User found. Local internet device found–connect user to device? Y/N]

[Y]

[Connection reestablished]

DirtyTubbs56: There you are–fuck, look at you, looks like those jocks sure did a number on you.

FilthySlavePig4Jocks: I…I can’t be in here, this is Master Coach’s office if anyone finds me I’ll get punished so bad

DirtyTubbs56: No worries, I won’t keep you for long, I just wanted to see what those jocks did to you–and fuck, what the hell didn’t they do. Is that the mascot?

FilthySlavePig4Jocks: I’m property of the team, they tattooed me to show it. Keep me shaved all the time, lock up my cock where it belongs The team uses me whenever they need to, and…and I love it. Thank you, thank you for doing this to me, I didn’t know I needed this so badly, and I know it doesn’t make sense, but I’m so happy–this was where I always belonged I just didn’t know it.

FilthySlavePig4Jocks: I have to get back in my pen though, if anyone finds me they’ll put me in the box and I hate the box.

DirtyTubbs56: Alright pig–get back in your pen–and you’re welcome.

[End Connection]

[Find new User? Y/N]

[Y]

pragma-ton:

swellnup:

Huge bellied bear ready to blow

DE-METABOLIZATION: Story #1

Some people are able to study and learn the habits of their own bodies: what diets work, what foods to avoid, which workouts are the most effective, which conditions are most likely to get them sick, etc. Everyone is unique, and it can take years to master your own body, by which time it can already be too late to be of any use…

However, an extremely rare handful of individuals in this world know their bodies so intimately, so bonded at the molecular level, that they could “will” changes for their own secret enjoyment…

One such man, a corpulent one at that, sat in his living room, reflecting on all the different body types he had possessed over the years. He had hopped between skinny and ripped in his youth, then played with the idea of being a burly daddy, filling himself with beefy muscle in his early to late 30’s.

All he had to do was think it; to WILL it to be so, and his body would somehow respond to his wishes, slowly transforming over the next few months. He didn’t know how it worked, nor did he care. He could have whoever he wanted and be however he wanted. He had to be careful, however, making sure that the changes weren’t too drastic so as to not arouse attention by those who might mean to study him. This was his secret ability and his alone.

Now he was in his later years, though, and he had tired of rotating between in-shape and burly.

He wanted to be FAT. He was old enough to where people wouldn’t blame him if he got out of shape, or continued to balloon out of his burly daddy stage into a pot-gutted porker. He was tired of changing his body and was ready to relax, not having to worry about people’s opinions anymore. Over the past year, he prepared his body for his last transformation, willing it to grow at a steady pace.

He steadily blew up, past his burly stage, past offseason: his metabolism slowed down to a crawl, turning him into a swollen trucker hog in less than a year.

The only side effect was that the slower his metabolism became, the less “will” he needed to use to gain weight.

Even a stray thought was too dangerous to entertain. One time, a friend bought him a shirt three sizes too big as a joke gift. He tried it on later in private, amused at the sheet-like appearance on his still quite rotund frame. He imagined he would have to gain at least 60 lbs to fit into it properly.

Even though he wasn’t trying to gain anymore, he had subconsciously willed himself to get bigger, and over the next few weeks, he noticed alarmingly that he had unintentionally gained 30lbs.

It only got worse, the metabolism never recovering in time, even though he tried to will his body in the opposite direction. All it took was a simple thought about his body and growth and his metabolism would get even slower, cancelling out the intent to get to a more manageable weight.

Seeing an obese man waddling down the street? At least he didn’t look as bad as that guy. Imagine if he himself got that big?

His metabolism slowed….*swell*

He reflected on how his gut lapped over his belt one day, the tightness difficult to ignore. Thank god he retired years ago, otherwise how would his co-workers react seeing such a large gut that stuck out that far? It would look unprofessional, and he couldn’t even imagine how he would hide a gut that was nearly reaching his knees.

His metabolism slowed…*swell*

And then the dream happened. One morning he was shocked to see he had gained a dozen pounds overnight, after dreaming he had cleared out an entire buffet, worrying whether he would ever stop being hungry or gaining weight.

He stood in his living room, studying his now obese body and extremely maxed-out pot gut, the kind only a man his age could be sporting. He found the shirt his friend bought for him as a joke, and saw it now barely covered the expanse of his belly.

The fear was real. He knew it then. He was no longer in control of his body.

What if he never stopped growi–

*SWELLLL*

Several buttons popped off of the comically small shirt designed for men northward of 350lbs as his gut spontaneously ballooned. His metabolism had suddenly slowed to the point where even the particles of dust in the air that he breathed in were causing him to feel as stuffed as a Thanksgiving Turkey, as the pressure only continued to mount.

It was impossible not to think about getting astronomically fatter when you are looking down at a swelling sphere attached to your body, growing heavier by the second, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of gut rubbing against your knees, of released tension as you feel your belt explode off, pants zipper forced apart by incoming flab filling the space instantaneously.

He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on speeding up his metabolism, of ignoring the monstrous pressure in his densely-packed beef sphere, groaning loudly as it struggled to become the biggest, older-daddy pot belly the world had ever seen.

Miraculously, his body began to listen, as the growth slowed to a hesitant stop, his massively blimped gut quivering with ominous pressure.

Eyes still closed, he was about to wipe his sweaty brow when he felt a distinct “popping” release in the bottom-front of his mammoth daddy paunch.

He immediately regretted opening his eyes, seeing his reflection in a standing mirror, noticing the pressurized, golfball-sized outie belly button he now sported, the kind that men his age got when they didn’t watch their diet, the kind you especially need to be wary of due to an extremely slow metaboli–

*GURGLE* *SWELLLLLLLLLLLLL…..!!!!!*

Source: am1bear