I don’t want limits, just more. Let’s talk about turning me ..

I don’t want limits, just more. Let’s talk about turning me into a giant ball gut 🐂
2024-09-23 03:24:37 +0000 UTC View PostI don’t want limits, just more. Let’s talk about turning me into a giant ball gut 🐂
2024-09-23 03:24:37 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s holding but it’s not gonna last 💥
2024-09-22 15:00:50 +0000 UTC View PostAnother day to worship this growing tank! Always more 🐂
2024-09-22 11:20:18 +0000 UTC View PostThis waking up to stuff my face thing has been going on a while now. I could get very used to it 🐂
2024-09-21 09:15:53 +0000 UTC View PostI love stuffing this thing so much! Don’t hold back. Make me HUGE! 🐂
2024-09-21 07:35:59 +0000 UTC View PostI’m slowly building a collection of resilient button-up shirts. Pick one and feed me until even reinforced buttons aren’t enough to contain this monster. 🐂
2024-09-20 15:33:19 +0000 UTC View PostBigger isn't big enough. It's time to PUSH. Time to worship more 🐂
2024-09-18 15:16:11 +0000 UTC View PostSometimes gluttonous urges just take over when I’m indulging in the foods that make my body GROW 🐂
2024-09-18 11:30:43 +0000 UTC View PostEveryday, stuffing it for more. Let's push some limits
2024-09-18 02:48:46 +0000 UTC View PostThis giant ball of greed demands more. Give it MORE! Make it grow into the size it deserves! 🐂
2024-09-17 05:13:25 +0000 UTC View PostHow many times do you blow to this monstrous tank? I've been up to 5+ a day lately. It's too fucking HOT not to!
2024-09-17 02:17:58 +0000 UTC View PostPeanut butter is 1,500 calories a cup. Put me down for an indulgent 3k+ late night snack! This is what you guys do to me! More. Always more. 🐂
2024-09-16 08:54:45 +0000 UTC View PostHow to eat like a bull: The right amount of peanut butter on an english muffin 🤤
2024-09-15 09:32:25 +0000 UTC View PostBinging is everything. Pushy encouragers are the best! 😈
2024-09-14 23:36:17 +0000 UTC View PostIf you are what you eat when did I eat a blimp?
2024-09-14 04:30:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe best part of stuffed crust pizza is the stuffed crust. I always save it for last 🤤
2024-09-13 21:46:54 +0000 UTC View PostI want this 24/7. Food just showing up and it all goes right into this gluttonous tank! More! 🐂
2024-09-13 08:23:12 +0000 UTC View PostWhen an encourager just goes nuts and throws food at this gut, the gluttony just goes into overdrive! This is how you grow the biggest prize livestock! More! 🐂
2024-09-12 16:42:16 +0000 UTC View PostSorry, guys. Sometimes I just get so into the GLUTTONY of indulging I forget my manners. It won’t happen again. 🐂
2024-09-12 09:54:09 +0000 UTC View PostLate night snacking has been a rising trend lately. What would you make for my late night munchies?
2024-09-11 06:51:53 +0000 UTC View PostFeel free to goon to these for a few hours. I have.
2024-09-11 02:45:59 +0000 UTC View PostBulls eventually outgrow clothes but mine are still holding on. Let’s do something about that 🐂
2024-09-10 17:26:20 +0000 UTC View PostWorship it bigger and one day these will be the “before” pictures 🐂
2024-09-10 02:18:22 +0000 UTC View PostStart your day off with some inspirational reading:
Doug had always been obsessed with his body. Years of dedication to the gym had sculpted a physique most men envied—thick biceps, a solid chest, legs packed with muscle. But the world of bodybuilding was saturated, and no matter how much he flexed, it wasn’t enough to stand out.
That’s when Doug discovered the niche of men who craved size. Not just lean, competition-ready bodies, but massive, off-season bulk. Men who wanted bodybuilders to grow bigger and heavier, to push their limits beyond mere aesthetics. Doug saw an opportunity and dove in.
He began eating huge meals, and it wasn’t long before his physique changed. Unlike some who bulked up and became soft, Doug's body didn’t grow flabby. Instead, his muscles stayed firm, his chest and arms bulging larger with size, while his gut swelled up into a massive, solid sphere. His stomach protruded in front of him, round and firm, becoming a central part of his hulking figure. His fans online went wild for it.
The more Doug teased his followers, showing off his ever-expanding gut, the more attention he got. They loved watching him eat, loved the way his belly stretched bigger and rounder, his body growing into something freakish. By the time he hit 350 pounds, Doug was a sensation. His body was immense, each pound of muscle and fat making him look like a living colossus, with his enormous, rock-hard gut leading the charge.
But when Doug hit 400 pounds, things started to change. His gut had grown so large it was difficult to move. It pressed down on him constantly, limiting his range of motion, and making daily tasks a struggle. Despite the attention, Doug realized he was hitting his limit.
He went live, announcing to his fans that he was taking a break. "I’ve pushed it further than I ever thought I would," he said, resting his massive gut on his lap. "But I need to slow down for a bit. I can’t keep going at this rate."
The backlash from his followers was immediate. Messages flooded in, begging him not to stop. But Doug was firm—he needed a break.
Then came Michael.
Doug met Michael at the gym one evening. Michael was handsome, charming, and ripped, the kind of guy who commanded attention just by walking into a room. They hit it off immediately, bonding over their shared love of mass. Doug, relieved to find someone who seemed genuinely interested in his journey, let his guard down. When Michael suggested they grab dinner, Doug eagerly agreed and suggested they meet at his place.
The night was filled with laughter, heavy food, and drinks. Michael kept bringing out more, insisting Doug try everything. At first, it seemed like a normal evening, but soon Doug began to feel lightheaded. His vision blurred, and before he knew it, he blacked out.
When Doug woke up, he was strapped to his bed. He looked down in shock. His massive gut, still impossibly firm, rested heavily on him. Surrounding him were several men, including Michael, all looking down at him with a mix of admiration and satisfaction.
“What the hell is this?” Doug growled, struggling to move. But his arms, once so powerful, were useless against the straps, and the sheer size of his body made it impossible to shift much at all.
Michael stepped forward, calm and composed. “Doug, you didn’t really think we’d let you stop, did you? You’ve been growing for us, for your fans, for *me*. You’re not done. In fact, you’re just getting started.”
“Let me up! I don’t want this!” Doug spat, his massive gut rising and falling with every breath.
Michael shook his head with a smirk. “It’s not about what you want anymore. This is your purpose, Doug. You *wanted* to be huge. You *needed* to stand out. Now you’re going to achieve that beyond anything you ever imagined. We’re here for you.”
Doug fought at first, tried to resist the constant attention and feeding. But the men were relentless. Every meal was larger than the last, force-feeding him until his gut stretched even tighter, bigger. Soon, his gut became too large for him to lay flat on his back for long periods—it was crushing him under its weight.
They brought in a special bed, one that could rotate upright. Every few hours, they would hoist Doug up, positioning him so the weight of his belly would press downward without suffocating him. In front of the bed, they installed a massive mirror, ensuring that Doug could see every inch of what he was becoming.
At first, Doug tried to ignore it. But Michael wouldn’t let him. “Look at yourself,” he would say, grabbing Doug’s face and turning it toward the mirror. “Look at what you’ve become. You wanted to be the biggest, and now you are. You wanted to stand out—well, no one has ever stood out like you do!”
Doug stared at his reflection. His body was unrecognizable. The once-chiseled figure he’d been so proud of was now buried under hundreds of pounds of firm, rounded mass. His arms and legs were thick and somehow still holding onto muscle, but his gut… his gut was monstrous, a massive, perfectly round ball of solid flesh, so imposing it completely dominated his frame.
Despite himself, Doug began to accept it. This was who he was now. Michael and the others had taken him to a place he’d never dreamed possible. He realized it was even turning him on in ways he never thought could happen.
“You see, Doug?” Michael said, running a hand over Doug’s impossibly swollen stomach. “You were chosen for this and when we saw how committed you were. I knew you deserved our full attention.”
Doug, still strapped to the bed, stared at his reflection. He was enormous, his gut jutting out like a weather balloon, firm and impossibly large. He was no longer just a man—he was a monument to gluttony, to excess, a testament to more. And as he looked at himself, at what he had become, he felt a strange sense of pride.
Michael leaned down, whispering in Doug’s ear. “There’s no going back now. You’ll keep growing, and growing, and growing. This is your destiny and we’re here to make sure it happens.”
Doug, breathing heavily, looked at Michael, then at his reflection. His gut stretched out so far, his body so huge, that he was immobile, his limbs useless against the sheer size of his own mass. And that excited him.
And then, as if something clicked in his mind, Doug simply demanded, “More.”
Cheesy garlic butter breadsticks. Making every snack count 🐂
2024-09-08 19:00:50 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s the kinda morning the tank wants more than more. Always gotta give it what it wants
2024-09-07 14:15:55 +0000 UTC View Post