Zach Had Always Been A Jock - Tall, Muscular, And Fit. He Spent Hours At The Gym Every Day, And His Body

Zach had always been a jock - tall, muscular, and fit. He spent hours at the gym every day, and his body was his pride and joy. But one day, he noticed that his pants were getting a little too tight around the waist. He tried to ignore it at first, thinking that it was just a fluke, but when he went to buy new pants, he realized that he had outgrown all of his old ones.

Embarrassed, Zach started working from home so that he could avoid the stares and comments of his colleagues. He was used to being the hottest guy in the room, and the thought of anyone seeing him like this was too much to bear. So he started working from his couch, in his underwear, with a bag of chips on one side and a gallon of ice cream on the other.

At first, it was just a few extra pounds, but then it started to pile on. Every night, he would find himself wandering to the fridge, unable to resist the temptation of a midnight snack. He would tell himself that it was just one cookie, just one slice of pizza, but before he knew it, he had eaten the whole package, the whole pizza, and whatever else he could find in the fridge.

Soon enough, he had gained 8 pounds, then 10, then 20. His once-impressive muscles were hidden under a layer of flab, and his abs had turned into a soft, squishy belly. He was no longer the alpha male he once was - he was a fat, lazy slob who couldn't resist the call of the fridge.

But for some reason, he couldn't stop. He loved the feeling of being full, of eating until he was bursting at the seams. He loved the way his belly jiggled and swayed when he walked, and he loved the way his clothes felt tight and snug around his body.

And as the pounds kept piling on, he found that he didn't care anymore. He didn't care that he was losing his strength, his speed, his agility. All he cared about was the next trip to the fridge, the next binge, the next moment of pure, gluttonous pleasure.

In the end, Zach was no longer a jock. He was a fat, lazy pig who couldn't resist the call of the fridge. But even as he waddled around his house, his belly protruding out in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Derek was your typical all-American jock. He was the star quarterback of his high school football team and he had always been in great shape.

But then he went off to college and joined a fraternity, and things started to change. Derek had always loved to eat, but he had never really paid much attention to his diet before. But in college, with all the late-night parties and fast food runs, he found himself indulging in all kinds of unhealthy foods. And with all the drinking, he started to put on weight pretty quickly.

At first, he didn't really notice the weight gain. He was too busy partying and having fun. But then one day, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was shocked at what he saw. He had a belly! And not just a little one, but a big, round beer gut that jutted out over his waistband. Derek was embarrassed, but he didn't really know what to do about it. He didn't want to give up all the good food and drink, but he also didn't want to be the fat guy in the frat.

So he started to sneak around, hiding his eating habits from his brothers. But the more he tried to hide it, the more he found himself getting turned on by the idea of being a secret glutton.

He started to get off on the idea of stuffing his face with junk food while his brothers were none the wiser. And the more he ate, the bigger he got. His belly grew and grew until it was impossible to hide. But Derek didn't care anymore. He had embraced his love of food and his desire to be a big, fat pig.

Eventually, Derek's weight gain became too much for his frat brothers to ignore. They started to make fun of him, calling him names like "Tubby" and "Porky". But Derek didn't care. He was in love with his big, soft belly and the feeling of being a glutton.

Eventually, Derek dropped out of school and moved back home. He became a recluse, spending all his time eating and masturbating to videos of other fat guys - posting videos of him stuffing himself on the internet. He was a horny, chubby version of the all-American jock he used to be - the American doughboy.

Shit bro! This is the singlet a wore when I ran my last marathon. Can't believe I'm bulking so hard it doesn't fit at all anymore. Can you come here & help me get it off? Its kinda stuck...

Nick & the Witch - pt. 2

It had been a month since Nick started his job at the sewing shop, and his world had taken an unexpected turn. Luna's magic had gradually worked its way through his body, moulding him into a hairy, lazy slob with a growing appetite for indulgence.

As the days turned into weeks, Nick's once-toned physique had undergone a profound transformation. His once firm chest and abs were now obscured beneath a soft layer of padding, his muscles losing their definition. Luna's spell had given birth to a prominent belly, round and jiggly, a testament to his newfound indulgence.

Each morning, Nick woke up in his cluttered apartment, the sheets tangled around his body. His briefs strained against his expanding waistline, barely containing his growing form. With a mixture of excitement and disbelief, he would stumble towards the mirror, shocked and turned on by changes that had taken hold of him.

Gazing at his reflection, Nick marveled at his evolving body. His once-defined pecs had transformed into plump, succulent mounds, adorned with a light dusting of hair. His nipples, once small and discreet, had grown in size and sensitivity, inviting a touch or a teasing lick.

But it was his belly that stole the show, growing more prominent with each passing day. Luna's magic was slowly blessing him with a generous gut, soft and yielding to the touch. Nick's fingers would graze the expanse of his growing midsection, relishing in the sensation of his flesh expanding under his touch. The sight of his bulging belly, stretching the fabric of his briefs, sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck," Nick would moan, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and desire. "Look at this belly. How did this happen. I'm turning into one hairy, gluttonous slob."

His thighs, once strong and muscular, had thickened as well. They rubbed together with each step, an undeniable sign of his indulgence and lack of physical activity. Nick would often catch glimpses of his beefy thighs in the mirror, feeling his member prick up in his tight briefs.

With each passing day, Nick's transformation fuelled his desires. He found himself craving more food, more indulgence, and the thought of Luna's presence only intensified his yearning. The insatiable hunger within him begged to be satisfied.

Luna, ever present at the sewing shop, watched Nick's progress with a hunger of her own. She delighted in his transformation, reveling in the power she held over him.

As the month came to an end, Nick's body had undergone a drastic change, from a fit and muscular man to a plush, indulgent slob. His hair had grown longer and wilder, mirroring the untamed desires that burned within him. And unbeknownst to him, the true depths of Luna's magic were yet to be fully revealed.

Oooff man are you pants feeling tight too? We've really pushed ourselves over this boy's weekend haven't we?

Ughhh my gut is so sore! Could you undo my belt and rub it again man? It felt so good last night.

*POP* ughhh nevermind bro, that feels much better - but how the fuck am I going to explain to Jane that I've burst another pair of jeans.

Pizza Dreams 🤤

Once upon a time in a small town in America, there lived a young, fit guy named Tony. He had the kind of abs you could grate cheese on and biceps that could lift a pizza truck. But that was all about to change...

One sunny day, Tony decided to take a break from his usual protein-packed diet and go for something different. He strolled down the street, and the delicious aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air. It led him to a place called "Pepe's Pizza." Tony thought, "Why not? A cheat day wouldn't hurt."

He walked into the pizzeria, and the moment he stepped through the door, the intoxicating scent of pizza enveloped him. Tony couldn't resist the temptation. He ordered a large pepperoni pizza and sat down at a table. Little did he know; this would be a life-changing decision.

As he devoured the slices of pizza, a strange feeling began to wash over him. It was as if every bite was filling him with warmth and satisfaction. Unbeknownst to Tony, something magical was happening. The pizza at Pepe's had a secret ingredient, and it wasn't just the love of cooking.

Hours turned into days, and Tony couldn't stop eating at Pepe's Pizza. The more he indulged, the more he felt like he was on cloud nine. He didn't notice the gradual expansion of his waistline or the softness that was beginning to take over his once rock-hard body.

One day, as Tony sat at his usual table, chowing down on yet another pizza, the waiter, a friendly guy named Arthur, couldn't help but notice his transformation. "Tony, you've been coming here every day, and you've changed so much. You've gained weight," he said, unable to hide his concern.

Tony, with a mouthful of pizza, looked at Arthur quizzically, "Weight? Nah, I'm still as fit as ever."

Arthur couldn't believe his eyes. Tony had put on quite a few pounds, and his chiseled abs were now hidden under a soft layer of doughy goodness. Arthur realized that the magic of Pepe's Pizza had taken hold of Tony, but Tony remained blissfully unaware.

Days turned into weeks, and Tony's daily visits to Pepe's continued. His once-impeccable physique was now a distant memory. His firm muscles were now plush, and his biceps had become less about lifting weights and more about lifting another slice of pizza to his mouth.

One day, as Tony struggled to button up his pants, he finally realized the extent of his transformation. He stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his round belly and love handles. It had happened gradually, but now he couldn't deny the truth.

And as he stared at his reflection, a strange thing occurred - he found himself incredibly attracted to what he saw. The rounder, softer version of himself had a certain charm that he couldn't resist. He chuckled, "Guess I've got a new kind of six-pack now."

Arthur, who had been watching his transformation with increasing interest, smiled as he overheard him. Arthur approached Tony and said, "Tony, it seems you've discovered the magic of Pepe's Pizza, and you like what it's done to you."

Tony nodded, "Yeah, I guess I do. I can't resist the pizza, and I kind of like this new look."