Waking up the beast (Patreon)

I wake up and am instantly aware of the mass that is my swollen, fattened self. I shift a bit, noticing the effort needed to lift and adjust my bulky, heavy limbs. I start rocking a bit to get all this blubber to turn over. The metal bed frame groans as I adjust my fatness to the new position.

Gravity pulls my heavy swollen udders together as they pile up on each other, making a deep cleft where I tuck my hand and feel the soft warm crevice. Running my hands along the rounded profile of my swollen overfed torso, furry fattened belly, bluging lovehandles, softening lower belly and apron, expanding and spilling down over my growing juicy, thick fat pad. I struggle a bit to reach past my expansive gut to rub the back of my hand against the hanging lobes of my soft blubbery thighs.

So much fatness and bulk. I never imagined I’d grow to this phenomenal fatness and tonnage.

I love how it feels to have pushed my body, by constant feeding and gorging, to grow fatter, thicker and more massive, beyond the normal size of most of society, into a place where I can experience the real joys of being a bloated fat beast of man.

I hope you enjoy watching my transformation and growth as much as I enjoy experiencing and sharing it with you. Hope you have a big beautiful day.