Beards and Bellies (intro/preview)

Johnathan was always the center of attention. Simply because of his physique. In high school, he was the post popular kid in his grade. All because of his looks. Spiked, Jet black hair, emerald green eyes. Defined cheek and jawbones. But what made his stick out the most was his defined beard. It was so thick and coarse, yet trimmed and well groomed. More so than the rest of his class mates. While they were making bets on whose facial hair would grow in first, Johnathan's beard was fully grown in.
And with his thick beard came thick chest hair. No matter what shirt he wore straight, long chest hairs always found a way to show through. He had a great build too. Toned, lean muscle and soft abbs. He was the hot topic of the school.

Jonathan knew he made heads turn. However he was never a social one. Girls would ask him out and he'd always decline. He wasn't a part of any clubs or sport groups. He just went to school, earned good grade, hit the school gym afterwards and go about his day. However, he had one friend who he stayed close to, Jason.

Jason wasn't so lucky as Johnathan on the popularity scale. His "I don't give a fuck" personality is what drove people away. That, and one other feature. Jason had mysterious brown eyes, a cute button nose and perfectly chiseled face. Jason was always trying to spike his light brown hair up like Johnathans too. But it never really stooded up by the time he got to school he just ran his hands in it and went for the "messy" look.  He was more toned than Johnathan, stronger as well. He would always brag about he muscles his arms made when he flexed them. One thing he couldn't brag about was inability to loose his stomach fat he's had since a kid.

Even with a strong build underneath his gut, Jason got constantly picked on for his girth. Since he was a freshman, back when he was just chubby with no muscles, he was always called "fatty". After years of lifting, playing on the foot ball team and skipping school lunches, nothing got rid of his gut. By Junior year, when he met Johnathan,  he gave up trying to loose his gut and molded into the "ex-jock who doesn't give a fuck" he is now.

The Curse

CJ woke up to the morning sun beating on his face. His eyes twitched and he let out a mighty yawn. He suddenly remembered the event that took place the night before, and shot up to examine his body. The sun hit his defined abs outlining each individual muscle perfectly. He ran his hand across his firm pecs, feeling for any soft flab. Everything was normal, except for the torn shirt he was wearing. He scratched the back of his head. "Man... I must have had too much to drink with someone last night." he thought to himself. He hopped out of bed, changed into some boxers and a robe, and headed downstairs for breakfast. 

CJ was more hungry than previous mornings. He would normally just eat a fruit with some protein shake, but today he wanted a full out meal. He ordered his personal cook to make him a full course breakfast, eggs, bacon, the fun stuff. "You sure, sir? That seem out of character for you" the chief  asked. CJ replied with a firm "Yes" and went outside to get the mail. "Alert me when it's finished." The Chief nodded and went to work.

Getting the mail every morning was a daily routine for CJ. His mailbox was quite a distance form his mansion, so it was a quick exercise to keep him in shape. He reached the mailbox and noticed a letter with no return address tapped to the front of it. Curious, he took it off and opened it. It read, 

"CJ, did you enjoy last night? I hope so, because it will happen again tonight. I bet you looked even more beautiful bloated. I'd like to see, stop by tonight, before the moon comes out." 

CJ's mouth dropped. On the back of the letter was a map to an unknown location to CJ. He placed a hand on his abs. "So, that wasn't a dream..." CJ was frightened now. He was unsure if he should go to the address on the map, for god only knows who that person really is. But CJ also wanted answers. So he sat his mind, he would go. 

Happy New Years!

Hey guys, sorry for the late new years greeting, I've been kind of busy. I hope everyone had a good Christmas, anyone gain over the holidays? I would love to hear

My new years resolution is to write write and write! You can expect  more out of me soon, just give me some time. :)

Next part of The Curse is coming soon, so stayed tune!

New Story: The curse.

He had it all; a rich lifestyle, big house, money... but what he earned it all form was his appearance. A strong, tanned built body, blue eyes and jet black short hair. And a little scruff every now and then. He had looks that would go on the fornt of magazines, ones women, and men, would faint over. 

His name was Colt Jennings, CJ for most people. He was a famous model who did a little singing and acting on the side. He was the icon for California, a target for everyone. Well, one target was about to hit bullseye. 

One night, CJ decided to have a party. He invited many people, some of which he did not know. He was a popular man, everyone knew him, he didn't have to know everyone is how he saw it. He held the party at one of his mansions, where he had waiters and butlers around every corner.  

A butler came around CJ with a single glass of wine on his tray. "Mr. Jennings, here is your drink." he said, CJ grabbing the wine off the tray. "Ah, very nice, thank you." CJ drank down the glass of wine in no time, attending to the rest of his party. 

The night went on and soon the part ended. The guest left, CJ shaking their hands on their way out. The only people left were the butlers and maids cleaning up after the party. CJ went up the several flights of stairs to get to his room, where he was about to change into his swimwear for a late night dip.He looked out his large window to see the moon, turning back to his nightstand to eat a peice of chocolate that was in a dish. Suddenly after, he felt ill. 

He ran to the bathroom after taking off his suite and tie, feeling as if he would vomit. He rubbed his abs, and out came a loud belch. "Mmph... just gass..." he said, feeling a little releaved after the belch. Right before he left the bathroom, he felt sick again, and let out another large belch. "Wff, too much wine I guess..." All of a sudden, his white button down felt really tight. He looked down to see a large ball forming underneath his shirt. "what the-" suddenly he belched once more, the buldge growing as well. Soon, a button popped off, and CJ went running to a mirror. 

"What going on....?" he asked himself. His abs were no more, and his muscles started to soften. Love handlels could be seen through the tight white shirt, resting ontop of his pants. Off came another button, his gut growing more. He let out another burp, the rest of his buttons flying off with it. Now a large naked tan gut was infront of him, and it was getting bigger. 

He placed his hands on it, trying to push it back down. He only felt it growing bigger and rounder with every belch that he let out. His pecs had turned into small moobs as well, and his butt was bubbling out. soon, a tear could be heard from his back side, as he continued to swell up. His defined chin became soft and round. His thighs started to tear through his pants, and off came the button. He moaned and groaned, standing there helpless as he grew. 

Finally, he let out one last might belch, and he stopped growing. He stared at himself. "What is this?" he asked, grabbing his new mass and jiggling it. "This is a dream... that's all..." He looked like an off season football player. His gut stuck out far from his soft body. Fleshy thighs and arms fit his new fat frame, and a small double chin finished the picture. He waddled his way to bed, the rest of his pants tearing off with every step. He layed down, gut faced up. He couldn't see past it it was so large. "Just a dream..." he said, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep. 

Update

Hey guys, now that the blog is up and running agian, here's what expected to come:
1. New story
2. Chpt 7 of Whats in a Man
3. Chpt 2 of 3 wishes


Also, if anyone out there is an artist, would you be interested in a collab comic? Let me know :)

Alright guys, that's all for now, thanks for all your support!

What's in a Man chpt 6

Getting close to the end of this story! Just a heads up, this part has some smut in it. 

Enjoy!

Coach squated down next to Justin, glancing at the scale. He let out a whistle. "You ready for this big guy?" Justin moaned, burping. "Gnff.... Yes. " He stood there, rubbing his belly. "You just tipped it at 210." Justin paused and looked down at his new belly. He remembered he used to weigh around 160 before the training, had he really gained 50 pounds in 2 months? He rubbed his gut some more. 

Coach looked up at Justin, getting a good view of his underbelly. He also saw a bulge forming in his pants. Coach pulled himself up and stood behind Justin. "You like...?" he asked, rubbing Justin's newly formed love handles form behind. Justin moaned again. "I've gained so much... it feels unreal." Coach laughed. "It's real, you should be proud." Coach slid his hands towards the front of Justin. He rubbed the small bulge in Justin's pants. "See, you like being huge, don't you?" Justin gasped. "I do." He leaned back into Coach slightly,  rubbing his belly. 

Coach undid the tight button of Justin's Pants, making Justin's gut have more room to grow from the cake. Justin sighed in relief, and coach working his hands towards Justin's hard on. Justin was 23, and coach was 27, he had no problem with this. After a few strokes, Justin released his seed on the wall in front of him. He let out a loud belch when he finished, making Coach laugh. "There's you treat, Justin." Coach brought his hands up to Justin's gut and gave it a jiggle. "I'm proud of you, now why don't you spend the night here and we'll head over to your compotion tomorrow. There's a room right across the hall you can stay in,  and I have a wrestling suit specially made for you for your big day."

Coach turned around and left the bathroom. "Wait!" Justin yelled, turning to Coach. "What do I wear to bed?" Coach smirked. "Sleep naked, you have that gut to keep you warm." Coach laughed down the hall into his bedroom. Justin stood there giggling. His gut was nice and warm, especially after rubbing it for so long. He examined it's round, strong form. He stuck his finger in his navel that had now sun in deeper than before. He tucked his hands underneath it and gave it a jiggle. All of this examining had gotten him hard again, so he quickly took care of it and made sure to clean up, then ran to the room across the hall. 

He stripped down completely naked and examined the rest of his body. His legs were beefier, and his arms were swollen. He placed his hands on his butt, it too had grown with his new weight. Although he was slightly upset that he had little to no muscels now, he felt great. He streached, sticking his gut far out in front of him. Then he hopped into bed, making every spring in the matress squeak.  Soon he fell asleep, ready for the big day tomorrow.  

New Story: Watermellons

This is more of a "blueberry effect" story, like in the Willy Wonka movie. Hope you still enjoy!

A new summer day at the farm, and my second day on the job. It was a mildly hot one, but I tried not to let it bother me. I go to check in when my boss comes to greet me. For someone in his thirtys, he was really attractive. Strongly built, messy brown hair with some scruff on his face. Today he wore nothign but Overals and boots, showing off his tan chest. "Luis, I have to run out today, I'm putting you in charge of the farm for the day." 

The whole farm was mine for today, and it was only my second day. But it couldn't be too hard, there were no animals, just crops. Just water and weed, can't be too hard.  "Alright, boss. no problem. I just have to check on the crops and weeds, right?" 

"Correct, but stay away form the watermellons. They're ready to harvest, but don't eat them, I'll take care fo them when I get back. " Boss ran right out after that. I scratched my head wondering what he meant by not going near the watermellons, but i didn't fret. I grabed my hoe and headed outside to work. 

I must have underestimated the weather, even after unbuttoning my plaid shirt I was still sweatting. The heat was making my black hair stick to my face. After an hour of picking blue berrys, my mucels were starting to ache. That's probably the only reason I got this job, having muscels close to Boss's.

At the end of the blueberrys was the watermellon patch. Rows of huge green fruit were staring right at me. I know boss told em to stay away from them, but the farm house was too far of a walk for me at this point. I was too thirsty, so I ran over to a mellon and cracked one open with my hoe. 

The red fluid leacked out from the mellon. I picked up on half and slurped the juice from it. It was so refreshing, I couldn't stop. It didn't hit me to think why the whole mellon was liquid, but it was so good, I just kept drinking. Once I finished the first one, I cracked open another. Before i sipped it, I noticed a funny feeling in my stomach. I looked down to notice my abs were someone faded, and a small bumb started to form. I thought it was just a water buldge, so I moved on with drinking the juice form the mellon. 

After that mellon, the bumb got bigger. my abs weren't noticeable anymore, just a round gut. But for some reason it didn't bother me. I was still thirsty, and wanted more. I cracked open my third mellon, and gulped it's juice down. I felt it running down my throat and filling up my new gut. The buttons on my jean shorts became snug, I had to lay down to becoem comfortable again. 

Luckly, I was surrounded by watermellons, so I kept drinking whatever I could reach. After the fith mellon, the button on my shorts poped right off, I looked down and saw a huge round gut. The area around my navel was starting to turn red like the mellons, i thought it was sunburn form the sun. No matter, I just kept drinking away. After my seventh mellon, I let out a huge belch and drifted asleep. 

I was awaken by a stong heavy laughter. I opened my eyes and saw Boss standing over me. "Didn't I tell you to stay away form these melons?" He asked. I moaned, "I was so thirsty..." I looked down and saw my elarged gut, that Boss was rubbing. It was so huge, he could rub it from just standing. It must have expanded three feet outwards. I also noticed that my belly was more red. "What was in those mellons?" 

"Those watermellons were special, I use them for protien shakes. But if they aren't proscesed, they just fill you right up! That's what happened to you, you're filled with juice!" Boss patted my large gut. It was so firm, it sounded like a drum when he pat it. I felt the liquids swish within it. I moaned. "I can't move... I'm so big" 

"Well of course you can't, you need to be juiced before you can move!" 

"Juiced? " I didn't like the sound of that. 

"Yup, you're navel should be soft now, I can pump the juice right out of you." Boss placed himself ontop of my chest, his butt right in my face. He put both his hand on my gut, and pushed down slowly. I felt a cold runing feeling coming down from my belly button. It feld odd, but nice. It was like a intense belly massage. I moaned and let Boss do his thing. After a few pumps, my gut was small emough for me to move. Boss hopped right off me, licking the juice off his fingers, but I still had a large gut. "Hey, what about the rest?" 

"I told you not to touch the mellons, so that's your punishment. " I stood up and looked down at my gut, I looked pregnant with triplets! I tried to squese the rest of the juice out, but it didn't work. "Oh.. come on... I look huge! "

"Well, I like it. " Just then, Boss started to laugh. My shorts had fallen down since I popped the button off. "Come on inside Luis, I cut some fresh watermellons for us!" Boss headed back to the farm. I sighed, shook my head, and waddled right behind him, the juice still sloshing in my gut. A sloshing I would now have to get used to. 

Update '09

Hey everyone, sorry I was gone for so long. Thing's were rough for a while, but they're fine now! And I plan on writing a lot more. I already posted the next part of "What's In A Man", and I made sure it was long for you. 

I do have a explict version, but i'll only post it if I get a high demand lol . 

There is a new story on it's way as well, so stayed tune! 

Three Wishes

The door opens and he walks through. An attractive one, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and black pointed hair. And nicely toned, unlike my pudgey appearance. I wave and say hi. "Hey, you must be... Mike, correct? " My new rommate asked. I nod in agreement. "That's me. You are? "
"Kyle. "
"Ah, well, nice to meet you. " He puts his things down and instantly starts to unpack.

A few hours past and we make small talk. From what I got so far, he is a lot better than my old roommate. We actually have stuff in common. What I found weird is that we both have a huge appetite, but yet he's so thin compared to me. Then again, I don't work out as much as he does.
"I should hit the gym more often, work off this extra luggage. "
"Nah, you're fine. "
"Fine? " I get up and giggle by gut. "You think this is fine? "
"It's barely noticeable. "
I shrug and lye down on my bed. "What ever. I'm going to hit the sack. G'night. " I fall asleep.

Later in that night I was woken up by a strange feeling. Something rubbing against my gut. I was half asleep, but I manage to look out a figure. "Kyle? " I ask sleeply. The rubbing stops. "What are you doing? "
"Oh.. I'm so sorry! I was dreaming of a genie and a lamp... I must have slept walk. " He chuckles nervously.
I was too tired to care. "Ah... thought my gut was the lamp? Keep rubbing it and you'll get three wishes. " I yawn and slowly fall back asleep.
"Three wishes... I'll remember that. " were the last word I heard, but I though I was dreaming.

The next morning... I wish haven't woken up. I wake up to the smell of eggs. They smelt so good, I woke up instantly and flowed them to the kitchen area. There, cooking the eggs, is my new room mate in his tight blue undergarments. I stare at him for a while before asking, "what are you cooking that involves you being half naked? "
"Ah, you're awake! " he puts the eggs on a plate and puts it on the table at a spot near me. He sits at the other end. "Eat, it's a welcoming gift. "

I sit down and look at the eggs, then him, and start to eat. "So.. why are you" I pause at the taste of the eggs. "so good tasting? " Kyle laughed. "You've tasted me before? " I shake my head.
"No, these eggs! There so good! "
"Yup. made them just for you. "
"But why? " My voice is muffled as i stuff my face with the eggs.
"Last night you promised me three wishes. My first wish is to see you eat in pleasure. "

I pause and look at him. "Pleasure? "
"Those are good, aren't they? "
"Yes... "
"And do you feel any different? "
"No, should I? " I ask partly scared.
"Soon, keep eating. " Kyle gets up from the chair. "Come see me in the bedroom when you've finished. There's more on the stove if you want it." he walks away.

I must have had more than five helpings of the eggs. I moan and look at my stuffed gut, the shirt that I was wearing for bed was stretching out. I moan and burp loudly. "Kyle. " I yell. "I don't think I can get up. " within seconds Kyle is back in the kitchen. He stares at me. "Well, did you enjoy that? " I nod.
"And do you feel different? "

"Now that you mention it... my gut feels warm and nice. " Kyle walks over and pulls off my shirt. I've never seen my gut so big. The tight, warm feeling excites me. Kyle's staring at my gut, and he starts rubbing it. I moan and let out another burp. I've never felt like this before. 

Just then I felt a small ticking on my gut. I looked down and saw Kyle's face pressed up against my belly. He's rubbing it with one of his hands still, I ask him "What are you doing?" Kyle pauses. "Making another wish." 

Whats in a man chpt 5

They started training the next day. Justin arrived just on time. "Justin, Hi! Come here! " Justin walked over to Coach who was digging through his bag. "Here. " Coach handed Justin a large button down blue shirt. "What's this? "
"It's your training shirt. Your training will be complete when you bust though it. " Justin checked the tag. It was a double extra large. Justin was only a large. "Well, change into it! Let's see how it looks." 

Justin switched into the shirt on the spot. "Looks a little loose, but that'll change" Coach put Justin right to work. He made him do push-ups while eating a whole pie on the floor in front of him. Next pullups while being fed a extra long hotdog. And for the end of the day running laps while drinking a calorie shake Coach made for him. By the end of the day Justin was tired out and his belly was sore. "Coach.. that was too much. "
"Nonsence! " Coach rubbed Justin's swollen belly. "You're doing great. You'll be busting out of that in no time! " Justin let out a large belch and passed out.

Justin woke up in the gym mats that next morning. He groaned and felt his belly that had grew over night from the workout the day before. The shirt was already starting to snug to his body. He got up and found Coach sleeping next to him. Justin woke him up. "Ah.. Oh! " Coach sat up. "Justin! I fell asleep next to you. I was feeding you in your sleep. "
"You where what? "
"Yeah, you're the quite the hungry machine when you're asleep. " Coach slapped Justin's gut. Justin's face turned red as he noticed an erection through his gym shorts. "Oh, look at that! You're hard again! Tell you what, when you bust out of that shirt, I'll treat you to something special. " Coach got up and left Justin to attend to his erection in privacy.

When Justin finished pleasuring himself he went back to Coach. "I want more training. " he said. "Excellent! " Coach jumped. "I made you a breakfast calorie smoothy. " Coach got up to his blender and poured Justin a glass. "After that we can repeat yesterday's workouts. " Justin nodded and chugged the shake. He then ran out into the Gym to set up the mats.

After one week of this training, Justin went to a large to an extra large. His gut became more round and his muscles began to soften. The shirt fit more tight on him now. Coach was proud of his student, and often treated Justin to a belly rub. Training soon began to take place at Coach's house where he was just fed. Within another two weeks of straight feeding, Justin was close to busting out of his shirt.

Justin walked into Coach's house, the buttons on his shirt stretching. "Justin! " Coach yelled. "You're about to burst! " Justin groaned and nodded. "I want to bust out of it... it's so tight. "

"Well then come here! I have something for ya! " Justin waddled into the kitchen to find one last piece of cake. "This is sure to make you burst! " Justin sat at the table and emideately ate the cake with his bare hands. Chocolate was smeared on his face and crumbs were falling onto his enlarged mid-section. 

Coach watched with a grin on his face. "How's the cake?" Coached asked. Justin responded with a loud belch. "So good.." Justin finished the last bite of the cake, licking the chocolate off of his fingers. Within a few seconds, a button burst off of Justin's shirt. Justin moaned and inhaled, the rest of the shirt came ripping apart, revealing a swollen, round, stuffed gut. Justin stat back in the chair as Coach came over and started to rub his naked belly. "Good job, Justin! this is an A+ gut!" 

Justin looked down at his gut. he had lost nearly all of his muscular appearence, you could only tell his had muscel when he flexed his arms now. His once solid pecs were now soft and swollen, along with the rest of his body. Justin let out another moan. "Coach.. I feel so good!" Justin let out anohter burb. "See, I told ya. " Coach slapped Justin's gut. "Nice and firm, can you walk? Let's get you on a scale." Justin nodded and forced himself up, removing the torn shirt he had just burst out of. Coach led him to the bathroom and pulled out the scale. Justin hopped on it, looking down to only see his large gut in the way. "Coach, I can't see it, how much am I?" 

(... find out next time! )

Whats in a man chpt 4

The next day after school Justin went to see Coach in his office. "Ah, Justin! Nice to see you. "
"Hi, Coach. " There was silence. "So, Justin, did you do what I told you to do last night? "
"Yes. " Justin put a hand on his belly.
"And? What happened? " Justin's face reddened. "Well, I, you see... I got.. well... "
"An erection? " Coach interrupted. Justin nodded. "Ah, see! Told you! Having a gut is quite a wonderful thing. You look good, feel good, and more. "
"More? " Justin asked.
"Yes, More, but you'll see that in time. Now, Justin. I found a flyer for a tournament for wrestling that only has chubby challengers. I want to be your coach and enter this tournament. What do you say? "
Justin looked at Coach in confinement. "Chubby? Like, sumo wrestlers? "
"Not really, just like regular wrestling but with fatter men. " Justin was silent. "Come on, it'll be a challenge worth it! You can drop out at any time, and I can always help you loose the weight. "
Justin nodded. "Alright. I'll do it. " Coach smiled. "alright, come here later and we'll go sign up! "

Justin went home to tell his parents about the tournament. They had nothing wrong with it, as long as he knew what he was doing. He went back to the gym and met up with Coach. The two of them then drove down the street to a Gym and Bar to sign up for the tournament. When he they walked inside Justin was surrounded by men his age with huge guts. Some flabbyer than others. He was much smaller compared to the rest of them. Coach signed Him up and they left back to the Wrestling Gym. "Coach, those men in there were huge! "
"Don't worry Justin, we'll have you bulked up in no time. "

My Santa

Story by TBone contains male weight gain and sexual content. Don't like, don't read.

I've been dating Chris for a while now. It's the holidays, and I wanted to give him something special... while giving myself something special in return.

It's Christmas morning and we're exchanging gifts. I give Chris a big blue box. He opens it up and takes out a red robe with white trim that I got from a thrift shop. They said the big man wore it himself. Chris giggles. "What's this? "
"A robe! "
"It's nice. " I smile at him as he stands up and takes his shirt off. he puts the robe on and poses like a model. "How do I look? "
I laugh. "Hot. It shows off you tattoo. "
Chris rubs his defined stomach where a tattoo of the word Angel is printed just above his belly button. He then takes off his bottoms leaving him in his underwear. "How about now? " He poses again. I sit, entertained by my boyfriend's actions. "Even hoter. "
"I like it. I think I'll stay in this all day. "
"We are not going anywhere, so why not? "
"Exactly. Come on, I'm starting. Let's eat. "

We both go into the kitchen for breakfast. "You know, I could really go for some eggnog. " Chris says. He goes to the fridge and takes out an unopened container of eggnog, riping it open and chugging all of its contents. I watch in awe. Not because he chugged the whole thing, but his belly. It expanded with every chug. "Chris? "
"Ahh.. Yeah? " I point down at his belly. "Oh well. Do we have candy canes? " Chris left the room into the living room, opening three boxes of candy canes i was going to save for later and sitting on the floor munching on them. I sit down next to him. The word tattooed on his belly started to curve upward from his expanding belly. Not only did his belly grow with every bite of the candy canes, but his chest started to soften as well as his thighs and arms.

Athough I was alarmed by all of this, I was strangley attracted to it. I placed my hand on his belly and started to rub it. Chris moaned as he stuffed his face with candy canes. Chris looked like he had put on 30 pounds from just the eggnog and candy canes. And he wasnt done.

After he finished all three packs of canes, he got up with a small wobble and ran back into the kitchen. He found everything that was christmasy and ate it. After an half hour of nothing but eatting, he looked like the big man himself. He rubbed his new gut that was covered in crumbs and smeered with chocolate. He scrached his facial stubbles and spread out his legs letting out a huge burp. I wal over to him and sit on his lap. "Wow Chris... You're like my own Santa. " I rub his new belly, my shaft stiffining. "Looks like I am. " Chris puts a hand on the side of his gut and smacks it. It giggles lightly. I lean down and lick the chocolate off his gut. Chris grabs both my ass cheek and leans forward to kiss me. "Now, Mike, what do you want fo Christmas? " I grin. "You. "

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A late christmas gift for you guys! Merry Christmas!

Update

Sorry I have not posted in a while. Busy with stuff lately. But I will be sure to post something new soon!
Also, if anyone could find a good icon for me, that'd be great. Thanks!

What's in a Man chpt.3

Justin walked in his small house walking right up the stairs into his room. His parents wouldn't be home for a another hour. He placed his gym bag on his bed and took off his shoes. "200, eh? " He said to himself as he removed his sweater, shirt, and after looking down at his pants and shrugging, his pants too.

Now back in his lavender boxers, he realizes he does not have a mirror in his bedroom. So he walks to the bathroom. He stands in front of the full length mirror, staring down at his midsection. "200... " he puts his hands on each side of his stomach, turning to the side and imagining himself heavier. "Hmm... " He rubbs his gut slowly.

After five minutes of rubbing and examining his gut, Justin notices something strange. Underneath his lavender boxers, is a growing erection. His face reddens and he slowly touches it. He leaves the bathroom to attend it in his room.

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Sorry this ones a quickie, but I was short on time.

What's in a Man chpt.2

The wind was cold on Justin's walk home. He was forced to put his hood up to block his ears from it. He kept his hands inside his sweater on his stomach, where it was the warmest. "This gut is good for something. " He laughed to himself.

Soon following his foot steps was a car horn, more like a jeep. He turned his head to see his coach driving a black jeep pulling up next to him."Hey Justin, is way too cold for you to be walking! Hop in! " Though slightly uncomfortable with Coach driving him, he agreed, and jumped right into the passenger side of the jeep. "Thanks Coach, any longer and I would have froze to death. "
"No problem, but at least you have a portable blanket to keep you warm. " he said referring to Justin's hands inside his shirt.
"Oh, yeah, this shirt's really warm. "
Coach laughed. "Not that, your belly. Nice and warm isn't it? "
Justin looked down at his arms which still rested on his swollen midsection. He pulled his arms through his sleeves. "Oh, yeah. " He paused. "Coach, how come you seem to know so much about me and my gut? "
"I used to have one when I was your age. I was actually quite large. Just about five' nine, like you are, but well over two hundred. I used to love the feeling, made me feel like a king. But college came and I lost all of it. "

Justin looked confused. He couldn't picture his coach, nor himself being over 200 pounds. "and you found it attractive? "
"Oh yes. Like I said, a gut fits a man. "
Justin looked now concerned. Coach looked at him. "Just go home tonight and look in the mirror, topless, and imagine yourself with a gut and see what happens. Tell me tomorrow. Alright? "
Justin nodded in agreement. He wanted to know what was so special about having a gut. "I will coach. Oh, my house is right up a head. " Justin pointed to a house on the side of the road. Coach pulled into the driveway and dropped Justin off. Justin got out of the car and Coach yelled to him, "Now you go upstairs and do what I told you to do, got it! "
"Alright, Coach. " Justin slammed the door and Coach pulled out of the small driveway, zooming away.

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I wan to add more to this but I want to keep the driving part as one chapter. So I will add the next chapter very shortly.

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Egyptian's Sweet Skin

Egyptian's Sweet Skin
Story by TBone
WARNING: Story contains male weight gain. Don't like, don't read.


Bastet was one of the king's most favorable men. Bastet did an excellent job working the slaves to build the Great Pyramids. Bastet also took pride in his work. He would stand proudly in the sunlight showing off his strong build as a sign of power over the slaves. His green eyes pierced through any young man's soul, and the black makeup he wore around them saddened any animal. On top of his tanned skin was a large gold collar that he wore upon his shoulders. On his head, a blue and gold striped head piece that covered each side of his head. These two items showed that he was a member of the king's knights. Of course, as well, he wore a white loin cloth to hide his privates, just as any Egyptian.

Bastet's best friend was his whip. He enjoyed putting other Egyptians in pain. His main power was force, and he used it to get just about any task done. But when the Great Pyramids neared completion, Bastet was assigned another duty.

Bastet now found himself controlling the kitchen that was used to prepare food for the great king. Bastet was not so satisfied with this job, and was very displeased. But he moved his disappointment elsewhere over time and grew fascinated by cooks and their job. He payed most attention to on in particular, that went by the name Ziyad, a thin Egyptian with hazel-nut eyes and thin short black hair. Ziyad did not let this go unnoticed.

Bastet has always been fed food made by these cooks, so nothing struck him new. But one day, brave chief Ziyad walked up to Bastet with a rare item, Chocolate mixed with kiwi seeds. Ziyad handed the chocolate chunk to Bastet, who was at least a foot taller than him. Bastet looked down, confused. "What do you bring to me? "
"Chocolate. "
"Ah, I shall bring it to his majesty. "
"No, this one is for you. "
"Me, but why? "
"You're always watching us. You need a treat. "

Bastet looked at the chocolate and took it out of Ziyad's hands. I was the size of an average piece of pie, and Bastet ate it whole in one monstrous bite. After a few good seconds of chewing, Bastet swallowed the wad of chocolate in his mouth. He placed a hand on his defined abdomens and looked down at Ziyad. "I have never tasted such perfection. Does his Majesty know about this? "
"No, only you and I.
"He must know. "
"No, I just want it to be between us. "
"I cannot. "
"You can. " Ziyad had one little piece in his other hand. He waved it in front of Bastet's face. Bastet grabbed Ziyad's wrist and ate the chocolate from his hand. "Alright. Just between us."
Ziyad grinned.

After two weeks of being fed the secretive chocolate by Ziyad, a change started to take place in Bastet. His defined abdomens had started to fade away. They were still very much there, but protected by a thin pillow of fat. Bastet made sure nothing happened to Ziyad. If another guard whipped Ziyad, Bastet would whip him back. Soon, Ziyad became very respected.

Ziyad enjoyed watching Bastet engorge himself with the sweet treats he made for him. He considered himself Bastet's personal chief. And as the days went on, the more faster he could make the chocolate for Bastet.

One evening, when the sun began to set, Bastet walked over to Ziyad. His pudge had become more noticeable now, but Bastet was very unaware of it. "Ziyad. " Ziyad looked up at the new, rounded Bastet. "Yes, Bastet? "
"I would like for you to come to the palace with me tonight, into my room. "
Ziyad chuckled. "That's a kind offer coming from you. You want me to bring chocolate, don't you? "
"Indeed. "
"Alright, I will. As long as I get to stay the night.
"You shall. " With that, Bastet departed into the palace.

When the sun finally set, Ziyad was released of his kitchen duties. He manage to sneak a huge piece of chocolate up into the palace. Bastet had asked one of the palace guards to direct Ziyad to his room, which they did. Bastet thanked the guards for bring Ziyad to his room and he closed the curtain door. Bastet, who had took off his head piece revealing a bald head, looked down at Ziyad with a smile. "Did you bring it? "
"I did. " Ziyad looked at Bastet's growing midsection. "But I would like to talk to you."
"Of course. " Bastet took a seat on chair covered by a piece of camel fur. Ziyad walked over to Bastet. "Have you, noticed, anything different about you? "
"Different? How? "
Ziyad sat slightly on top of Bastet in his chair. "You're appearance. "
"My appearance? You mean I'm not wearing my head piece. "
"No, down here." Ziyad placed his hand on the rounded midsection on Bastet. Bastet looked down at his swollen stomach. His eyes widened as he placed a hand on it. "I didn't notice, how embarrassing. "
"No. " Ziyad replied, pulling out his chocolate and breaking off a piece for Bastet. Bastet opened his mouth for it and Ziyad placed it in his mouth. "It's attractive." Bastet let out a small "Mmm. " as he looked at Ziyad. "But, why. Why have you fed me these and not say anything about my stomach. Because you think it's attractive? "
"Silly you. Think of it. You're name is Bastet, ones who eats. And I am Ziyad, one who adds. And I am adding weight to you, for I feel like I have to. " Ziyad responded, feeding Bastet more of the chocolate.

"I don't understand. This sweet has made me grow? "
"You've never had any sweets. This is why you're growing. Your body does not know how to dispose all of it. "
"I see. " Bastet ate another piece of the chocolate as Ziyad rubbed his stomach. Bastet purred in affection, slowly arousing with all of the sensation. Bastet remained silent as Ziyad fed him the remainder of the chocolate.

Later into the hour, Bastet finished all of the chocolate that Ziyad had brought to him that night. "Thank you, Ziyad. " He said, letting out a small belch. Chocolate was smudged on the side of his lips. "You're welcome, Bastet. " Ziyad replied, licking the remaining chocolate off of Bastet's face.

Later the two of them would make love before going to bed. Ziyad continued to make chocolate for Bastet as he watched over him during the day. Soon, Bastet was relocated to a different part of the kingdom, separating the two. Still, Ziyad made the chocolate and had a messenger send it to Bastet. Whither it reached him or not, he never knew.

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Here I used a baby name site to find the names and meanings. Bastet actually mean eat in the girl form, but I switched it for this story.

Used this picture to describe Bastet:http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/11/15/egypt_narrowweb__300x392,0.jpg

Updates

I ran into a stuck with my first story. If anyone wants to help, that would be great. ;)
But I am thinking up a story that you guys may like. It's going to be based on Egyptians and the Great Pyramids. I will get on that as soon as I can, the idea is bubbling in my head!

What's in a Man - chpt. 1

There he was, changing in the boys locker room after a late practice for the wrestling team. His body was lightly colored and his head messed with brown waves. He was one of the strongest wrestlers on the team but his strength came with a small price. A small bulge underneath his chest could be easily seen against the nice tone of the rest of his body. A though slightly bothered by it, he tended not to care too much about it.

In nothing but his light lavender boxers now, he heard a door close not that far from him. Walking in was his coach, who spotted the boy and changed his direction towards him. "Staying late again, Justin?"
"Sure am, Coach. We have that big tournament coming up in three weeks."
"Ah. Training the ol' gut I see, too." Coach joked, placing his hand Justin's pudge gently and giving it a slight jiggle. The sensation of his stomach being touched made Justin's genitals twitch as he let out a small chuckle.
"Yup, it's still there after all of this training."
"Well, don't worry about it. We need your strength, not your appearance. No offense."
'None taken."
"In my opinion, a gut suits a man, especially one like you."

Justin, now slightly blushing, replied, "Well, glad you like it."
Coach laughed. "Well, you best get going, I have to lock up soon. "
"Alright, Coach." Justin replied while pulling his his jeans. Coach walked out of the locker room waving good-bye at Justin. Justin looked down at his small pudge. He shook his head and threw on his sweater and slamed the locker shut. He was on his way home now.

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