romeo-golf

[romeo-golf]

[30] - Praise

▶ 🔘─────── 2:34 Your enormity exudes confidence. You are overweight, hedonistic, and proud of your rounded frame and swollen features. Your face lights up with delight as you gorge yourself, taking in the pleasure of each mouthful compounded by knowing that each bite is thickening your waistline even more impressively.

Hold your belly for me, feel the weight of it in your palms and appreciate how much effort you've dedicated to this growth, this journey. Let your fingers trace the outline of your body, your overhang, a fold, a stretchmark.

Allow yourself to enjoy it for a moment, sliding your fingers over each aspect of your obesity and bask in it the way you might admire a luxurious fabric, soft and crafted with expert care. You are creating yourself, building yourself into the man you long to be and knowing that nobody else really matters when it comes to your own body.

Find a crease of your body and move your fingers across it. Sink them into the depth of your fatness, smooth and warm, a sensation as decadent as thrusting your hand into the warm sand of a beach. Is it not marvellous? This is you. It's yours.

You own this and control it, you decide how much more it grows and who gets to enjoy it with you. Every day is an opportunity to grow, expand, and swell further. Each inch of circumference drives your appetite forward allowing you to indulge further, grow wider. No one else knows the rush of desire you feel as your shirt stretches over your bloated belly, as your clothes seem to shrink against you, as each meal feels somehow smaller than the last. Nor do they know the delight in lifting your gut to unbuckle your belt or the euphoria of grasping your throbbing cock after an exuberant day of over-eating and knowing that you are in love with yourself.

Go on. Enjoy it, embrace it, and let that self-assuredness transform your noticeably obese body into a beacon of attractiveness and sex-appeal to all of those with taste for the truly finer things in this life.

You are a gainer. You are unashamed, undeterred, and whole-heartedly admired. Let's keep going.

[romeo-golf]

[52]

That's right, fat boy. Keep grazing and gorging. Growing yourself softer, thicker, wider and heavier. Just for me, your feeder and encourager, the one that you obey...

 ▷ 🔘─────── 1:15

[romeo-golf]

Self-indulgent lust

Each bite is becoming a challenge as your gut fills and your brain is telling you to stop eating, but your libido screams at you to keep going.

You've got that vision in your mind of how your body is going to look when you're done growing, but it keeps growing every time you get bigger. It's always "another 50lb from now..."

The pizza feels so good to be swallowed, the gluttony is all encompassing and you chug another glass of Coke to wash it down, letting out a satisfying belch like the punctuation at the end of a sentence.

You wobble your gut. Feel it. Thick, swollen, overgrown. Your elasticated waistband is buried inches-deep beneath it and your stretchmarks are unavoidably bright.

Your dick throbs again as you enjoy the feeling of being so full.

You're the fatboy, the real fatboy you wanted to become and you start stroking as you push the last bite of pizza into your face.

You're outrageously obese, growing yourself wider with each lust-filled feast you find yourself enjoying and you're unstoppable. Your insatiable appetite, this addictive and unrelenting kink, is doing this to you. Growing you.

Your gut wobbles as your forearm rubs against it, up and down. Stubby fingers sinking into your fatpad with each stroke. Dick buried from view but screaming pleasure at you.

You play my voicenotes. Listen to me telling you how outrageously fat you've grown and let the words push you over the edge, filming yourself as you squirt a thick load up your swollen, blimp-sized ball-gut.

You've become the man you wanted to be and nothing feels sweeter.

[romeo-golf]

Food has become more than foreplay now

He's sitting in grey sweatpants, stretch-marked gut hanging over the waistband as he gorges himself again on pizza, beer, and doughnuts. His belly is swollen and tight, the pressure inside making breathing a challenge, and he's positioned himself in front of the mirror to make sure he can see it from every angle.

When he looks down all he sees is a semi-circle of furry flesh, rounding in front of him, ending somewhere just shy of his knees. He feels enormous and it drives his libido wild.

He's been edging for a week now, promising himself not to jack off until tonight, completing his 8,000 calorie a day target for the full week. His body yearns for it and as he finishes the last slice of pizza his wobbles his gut. The rhythmic motion of his blubber bouncing on his thighs, rubbing gently against the end of his dick, makes him feel like he's slipping into a trance.

More. He needs more. He imagines the sensation 10-, 50-, 100- pounds heavier. He feels the precum dripping out of him and reaches for the doughnuts. Pushing them in, one after another, like a crazed animal.

Food has become more than foreplay now. It's an aphrodisiac, a flirtation, a sexual endeavour that he simply cannot indulge often enough to satisfy the gainer-brain that screams at him. He tugs his clothes down his thighs and gropes the bulge in his boxers as he chews another custard-filled deep-fried sugar-coated treat. Those calories. This fat. The decadence.

The thoughts fill his head as he strokes gently, easing himself close to orgasm and just holding it there, luxuriating in the hedonism of it. The moment is too good not to share and he leans forward to grab his phone and balance it on a side-table just in front of the couch.

The sensation of his gut squished between chest and thighs is another erotic thunderbolt and after setting the camera to record he slouches back, pushing one hand deep under his overhand to finger the growing wet patch in the fabric.

"Fuck…" he mutters to himself while pulling his fat-pad buried cock out of his shorts and gently teasing it with his right hand, while the left gropes, wobbles, and fingers his excessively obese body.

He wants more. He needs it. He loses himself in thoughts of how impossibly huge he could be and then brings himself back to reality by remembering just how much he's eaten this week, how fat his fitness-tracker app suggests he'll be in 6 months from now if he keeps doing it. He doubles the figure in his head, knowing he'll do this all year, and feels his groin tense as the orgasm builds.

"470lb… 470lb… 470lb" the number flashes in bright bold text in his mind's eye as he feels his balls empty themselves up his body. Glazing his wide chest and swollen gut with a hefty load.

The satisfaction envelopes his body and he opens his eyes to see his reflection. Post-nut clarity doesn't hit like it once did, not when he just knows he'll do it again next week.

He wipes his hand down his gut to remove the jizz on his fingers and picks up his phone to save the clip and start sharing it with all the guys he knows will wake up soon and send him encouragement to keep going for another week of gluttony and growth.

[romeo-golf]

Mark

Even as his XXL joggers and relaxed-fit t-shirt were stretched tight across his body, Mark didn't see the need to slow down. His appetite for growth consumed his every thought and his libido soared whenever he considered how big he'd already grown.

His workout routine was strong, five times a week, lifting heavy, breaking a sweat. But for every weight session there was dinner, snacks, feasts. Each one pushing more calories into his growing frame than he was ever going to burn off.

And that's where he found himself again this evening, ample rear sinking heavily into the couch as his thick tank bulged over the waistband of his favourite grey joggers. Bulging arms stretching his t-shirt and wide thighs making his trousers look skinny-fit. Every meal started sensible and balanced, but the sensation of eating was always too pleasurable for him to stop. Why have a chicken breast when you could have the whole bird? And then why not have a bag of crisps? A few beers? Chocolate? Cake? Clear the fridge?

Each mouthful stretched him wider, pushed his capacity, drove him further into his hedonistic lust for more. As he finished the meal he sat back, full, breathless, swollen, admiring his rising gut and reaching one hand down into his shorts to grab his throbbing dick while the other groped his firm pecs and wobbled his full gut.

This wasn't enough. The night was young. He opened Grommr, posted a photo, and started browsing for an eager encourager to come over and make him feel like the beast he was.

[romeo-golf]

[43]

A longer clip, bring some snacks, make yourself comfortable, and join me as I describe our evening together and blow my load describing your body.

[romeo-golf]

[42]

▶ 🔘─────── 2:08 "I'm doing it again, I'm starting at your photos [...] thicky, heavy, grossly overweight [...] Imaging me walking in there with another tray of doughnuts, fucking your face with food [...] show me how fat you really could be [...] glaze you like a fucking doughnut [...] are you ready?"

[romeo-golf]

Validation

It wasn't encouragement he needed, it was validation. He already had the appetite, the lust, the pure libido for gluttony ready to be unleashed. He just needed to be told it was okay, that the extra size was attractive, desired. He needed someone else's hands to worship his body as it grew, someone else to look at him and tell him that his body fuelled an urge within them, too. The attention built his confidence, reinforced the joy he got after a heavy meal, and reminded him that his girth was attractive and masculine. I knew this and used it to our shared advantage, timing my compliments and comments to pinpoint the exact moments he was feeling like he needed to stop, like there was a reason to slow down. Each time we met his clothes looked like they'd shrunk a little further, my hands would find extra inches of his body to explore, and his appetite seemed to impress me more. I never once took a doughnut and brought it to his lips, never tied him to furniture, poured concoctions from a funnel, or told him he wasn't big enough. His own eagerness was reflected back and drove him forward, crafting his body into the one he dreamed of for himself and pushed the numbers he could no longer see past his swollen body on the scale to climb higher that he ever imagined.

[romeo-golf]

Inevitable

It started with a little bloat, an experiment. The recurring thought of what it might be like to be fat; not just a little overweight, but truly impossibly huge to the point that his gut hung down between his thighs, resting on the floor when he sat on a chair, that his upper arms could be mistaken for thighs if the photograph was taken at the right angle, was becoming more frequent and toying with it by enjoying a particularly large meal was a convenient weekend habit.

The gradual beer belly he started to grow was easy to ignore at first. Its capacity even made his binges more enjoyable as he looked around at the increasingly large number of empty containers on the kitchen counters and something about that level of excess drove him further. He'd never mention it out loud, and could hardly admit it to himself, but the surge of arousal he felt in those moments was incomparable to anything a hook-up or X-rated video could inspire.

But in time, the shift from M to L in his clothing needed to be upgraded. Even his largest shirts were straining around the front, his tees riding up a little too often, and he found himself accepting that XL was probably the right choice.

One afternoon at the mall while picking up a few new items he decided it might be a good idea to replace his very well-worn 36" jeans. They were getting more than a little tight and the fabric was wearing thin in the upper thighs where they rubbed together more these days. In the fitting room he slipped his shirt off and hung it on the hook.

Standing inches from the surrounding mirrors, he took a moment to admire himself, turning slightly side to side to see himself from every angle. Over his shoulder in the mirror behind him he noticed something new on his love-handle. A feint red mark… was that…? He ran his finger over it, feeling the raised outline and realised he had a stretchmark.

Didn't only pregnant women get them? Why was that there? Had he really been growing as rapidly as that?! The thoughts raced through his mind, his pulse quickened, and he felt the familiar expansion in his briefs as his libido woke up to the idea. Suddenly he felt hungry, a urge to fill himself.

He lifted his gut quickly to under his belt, breathing in slightly to ease the manoeuvre and as he tried on the new size-42 jeans realised how normal that had become, having to lift a thick slab of himself out the way, and how his belly was now hanging so low over the fastener on his waistband.

These thoughts were stronger than they'd been for a long time. The urge was unfightable. He quickly redressed in his own clothes, paid for the new items and left the store.

In the car he decided he couldn't ignore this any longer. He needed to know exactly what it felt like to be that man he saw in his dreams. He pulled up in the first drive-through he saw and ordered almost one of everything on the menu. He knew he wouldn't finish it, but he had to try.

That day was the first of many. It was the pivot-point where his joy of food gave way to lust-driven binges which found him sitting on the couch daily after work, feeding himself enough food to last the average man a week, and sinking his stubby fingers into every thick inch of his body.

Which is where he was again today. Legs wide, gut filling the space between his thighs. Looking down all he could see was the top half of his swollen tank, but underneath the equator of his gut, partially buried in a thick and growing fatpad, he could feel his swollen uncut dick leaking precum into his briefs. He tensed his cock and felt it gently rub against his underbelly, a delicious and hedonistic feeling which reminded him of how obese he was.

One hand held a thick handful of gut while the other moved rhythmically from plate to face as he finished the last few bites of his evening feast. He belched loudly and went stood up, lumbering to the fridge, grabbing a tub of heavy cream from the door and taking it to his bedroom where he could sit on the edge of his bed and admire himself in the full-size mirror on his wardrobe.

He peeled the lid off the tub and brought it to his lips. Thick, heavy, and cool as it flowed into him. It felt sticky and decadent, and as he swallowed his mind focused on the vivid image of each mouthful expanding his body. He imagined his gut swelling further with each swallow and he gripped his gut tight with his free hand.

The last drops slid into his mouth and he put the tub on the nightstand, allowing himself the luxury of both hands on his body. In the mirror he could see a wide wet stain on his briefs where he'd been leaking all evening.

He grunted and swung his legs onto the bed, laid out on his back and wobbled his gut a little. Lifting it with one hand he tugged his briefs down with the other and turned his head to admire himself again in the mirror. His gut ballooned in front of him, sticking out further than his dick by several inches, and rested heavily against his forearm as he held what he could of his manhood in his palm.

He loved how he looked. He was easily twice the weight he was when he first gave into this and he palmed his dick while thinking about more and watching his gut move in the mirror. The wobbling, back-and-forth motion was electric and he relaxed into it while thinking about how many calories he'd eaten that day. Two thousand… three thousand…. four and a half thousand… five thousand…. almost six thousand.

That was the spot. Six thousand calories in a day, triple what he should eat and he barely had to try. That's why he was so overweight, that's why he was getting fatter, that's why his decent into obesity was inevitable. The orgasm built quickly in him, he felt it moving under this swollen tank and grabbed his gut harder as his muscles tensed.

"I'm so fat…" he moaned as each hot gush of cum landed on his body, glazing him like a doughnut and reinforcing his addiction to more.

[romeo-golf]

This is me, on the right, and a friend. It was stolen from my Grommr profile and reposted on here where, at the last count, 120 of you reblogged it without a second thought as to who the people in the photo were or whether they wanted this shared more widely.

I'm begging of you, if you don't want your own photos saved and used elsewhere, check whose content you're re-sharing before hitting that reblog button.

One of these days I'm going to go through the list of people who like and share stolen photos and and make a blog of all their risqué pics to prove a fucking point.

[romeo-golf]

Weighty Update

I encourage a lot of guys, on and off, they come and they go. Some guys are more determined than others, some guys prefer to do it alone and only need a little help when they're horny, but others do best with continued help.

I compare it to a new exercise routine, building a habit, and finding it easier to keep yourself committed to going to the gym when you've got someone else there holding you accountable, whether it's a PT or just a friend.

I track the weight of all the guys I encourage properly so we can always look back at their progress, remind them of their journey, and set goals for the coming weeks or months.

I encouraged 32 guys so far this year and this is a subsection of the "top 6" who impressed me either through their long-term dedication to getting bigger or just their attitude to it and the enjoyment we've shared growing them.

Two things to note;

(1) The green highlighted section was "locktober" where I challenged each guy to only jerk off if they gained at least 1lb. I can't say whether it was any more effective, but it was definitely fun.

(2) The green square at 228 was that guy's highest previous weight at previous attempts to grow. We were both pretty pleased when he surpassed it!

[romeo-golf]

[34] ▶ 🔘─────── 00:47

I want you to take a moment and consider how much you'd need to eat to gain 1lb next week, the small changes you'd need to make to get your body to grow that little bit more. What about doing that the following week, too? And the one after that? And then by the fourth week how normal it would feel to be eating that amount to the point that you feel you could maybe go a little further every few days. You'd already be 5lbs heavier, clothes a little tighter, confidence a little stronger. Perhaps another 5lbs the month after that, and then another 5 in February? Before you know

it you're 30lbs heavier halfway through the new year and finding a new love for every inch of your body. Anyway, isn't it lunch time right now?

[romeo-golf]

[30] 10-pound-challenge. 7 weeks until Christmas, can you end this year fatter than ever?

**gulp** Took the leap from audio content to video and now hoping it's not off-putting to see me talking to you the way I do...

▶ 🔘─────── 2:05 "Look at what you're wearing. I want you to stand in front of a mirror right now and consider what you see. How do you fill your clothes? How round are you? How thick are you? This is what other people see when they look at you..."

[romeo-golf]

▶ 🔘─────── 1:49 Someone's gotta say it...

...but your growth is outrageous. I sit here looking at you and struggle to believe you're the same guy I said hi to all those months ago. The way you've gorged yourself relentlessly, addicted to the breathless feeling of being full, and grown your body like that. Honestly, man. Your clothes barely fit, you take up two seats on the bus, and your gut wobbles with every step. Everyone thinks you've gone too far… And yet you still think it's just not far enough.

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[romeo-golf]

[30] - Praise

▶ 🔘─────── 2:34 Your enormity exudes confidence. You are overweight, hedonistic, and proud of your rounded frame and swollen features. Your face lights up with delight as you gorge yourself, taking in the pleasure of each mouthful compounded by knowing that each bite is thickening your waistline even more impressively.

Hold your belly for me, feel the weight of it in your palms and appreciate how much effort you've dedicated to this growth, this journey. Let your fingers trace the outline of your body, your overhang, a fold, a stretchmark.

Allow yourself to enjoy it for a moment, sliding your fingers over each aspect of your obesity and bask in it the way you might admire a luxurious fabric, soft and crafted with expert care. You are creating yourself, building yourself into the man you long to be and knowing that nobody else really matters when it comes to your own body.

Find a crease of your body and move your fingers across it. Sink them into the depth of your fatness, smooth and warm, a sensation as decadent as thrusting your hand into the warm sand of a beach. Is it not marvellous? This is you. It's yours.

You own this and control it, you decide how much more it grows and who gets to enjoy it with you. Every day is an opportunity to grow, expand, and swell further. Each inch of circumference drives your appetite forward allowing you to indulge further, grow wider. No one else knows the rush of desire you feel as your shirt stretches over your bloated belly, as your clothes seem to shrink against you, as each meal feels somehow smaller than the last. Nor do they know the delight in lifting your gut to unbuckle your belt or the euphoria of grasping your throbbing cock after an exuberant day of over-eating and knowing that you are in love with yourself.

Go on. Enjoy it, embrace it, and let that self-assuredness transform your noticeably obese body into a beacon of attractiveness and sex-appeal to all of those with taste for the truly finer things in this life.

You are a gainer. You are unashamed, undeterred, and whole-heartedly admired. Let's keep going.

[romeo-golf]

[30] - Praise

▶ 🔘─────── 2:34 Your enormity exudes confidence. You are overweight, hedonistic, and proud of your rounded frame and swollen features. Your face lights up with delight as you gorge yourself, taking in the pleasure of each mouthful compounded by knowing that each bite is thickening your waistline even more impressively.

Hold your belly for me, feel the weight of it in your palms and appreciate how much effort you've dedicated to this growth, this journey. Let your fingers trace the outline of your body, your overhang, a fold, a stretchmark.

Allow yourself to enjoy it for a moment, sliding your fingers over each aspect of your obesity and bask in it the way you might admire a luxurious fabric, soft and crafted with expert care. You are creating yourself, building yourself into the man you long to be and knowing that nobody else really matters when it comes to your own body.

Find a crease of your body and move your fingers across it. Sink them into the depth of your fatness, smooth and warm, a sensation as decadent as thrusting your hand into the warm sand of a beach. Is it not marvellous? This is you. It's yours.

You own this and control it, you decide how much more it grows and who gets to enjoy it with you. Every day is an opportunity to grow, expand, and swell further. Each inch of circumference drives your appetite forward allowing you to indulge further, grow wider. No one else knows the rush of desire you feel as your shirt stretches over your bloated belly, as your clothes seem to shrink against you, as each meal feels somehow smaller than the last. Nor do they know the delight in lifting your gut to unbuckle your belt or the euphoria of grasping your throbbing cock after an exuberant day of over-eating and knowing that you are in love with yourself.

Go on. Enjoy it, embrace it, and let that self-assuredness transform your noticeably obese body into a beacon of attractiveness and sex-appeal to all of those with taste for the truly finer things in this life.

You are a gainer. You are unashamed, undeterred, and whole-heartedly admired. Let's keep going.

[romeo-golf]

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