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Es war Hochsommer in Rocky Beach. Die Temperaturen waren stets über 40 Grad und neue Fälle gab es keine. So verbrachten die drei ??? ihre Zeit damit, gemeinsam in der Zentrale abzuhängen, ab und zu die Akten zu alten Fällen durchzustöbern und natürlich hin und wieder einen von Tante Mathildas Kirschkuchen verdrücken. Doch diesmal war es nicht nur Justus, der stets beherzt zugriff, auch Peter stopfte Unmengen des Kuchens in sich hinein. „Naja, er machte ja auch eine Menge Sport, und das bei dieser Hitze… aber daher hatte er ja auch seinen wundervollen Körper“, dachte Bob sich. Wobei Peter auch jeden anderen Körper haben könnte, tatsächlich stand Bob schon seit Jahren auf ihn, auch, als er noch schlaksig wie eine Bohnenstange war. Es war spät abends, als Peter nach Hause fuhr. Er war mit seinem MG gefahren, nicht wie früher mit dem Fahrrad, und zwar nur wegen der Klimaanlage in seinem Auto bei dieser unfassbaren Hitze. Das redete er sich zumindest ein. Dass er einfach nur

This story contains male weight gain and sexual situations. Working for the company was difficult, but Oliver was sure he could get ahead if he was only given the opportunity. He worked hard, showed up early and left late. But he still wasn't getting anywhere. It had taken him years of going through school and getting a degree, all to be able to find a decent paying job that didn't require him to work with his hands or stand on his feet all day. Port Lee Labs was a surprisingly big company, given how few people seemed to know about it. It wasn't the most exciting place to work. Not exactly what Oliver had expected from his degree. He had thought he would be making a difference. That he would be helping people in the medical field, making new discoveries. The company was working in pharmaceutical research, but not on any drugs or diseases Oliver had heard of. He'd seen research into: body parts, organs, and the human mind. It was like the company was working on everything, but nothing

Ethan walked out of the apartment and belched rubbing his bloated belly. He was the feeder how on earth did he eat that much? Of course, he supposed he only had a very light snack compared to the gainer he had been stuffing full of food. The guy had been tipping the scales at a very flabby 450 pounds. Ethan remembered with relish how the man had struggled to haul himself to the door and open it when Ethan arrived. The thought of stuffing food into the waiting maw of the man kept a smile on Ethan's face (and an erection in his pants) all the way home. Ethan checked the clock as soon as he got home, 2:00am. "God these stuffing sessions can be long" he thought. He stripped to his underwear and admired himself in the bathroom mirror. Though he was pretty bloated from snacking on some of his feedee's food his abs were still clearly visible. He was of about average height with a slender chiseled face and light blonde hair. He flexed his well-muscled arms and rubbed his large 8-inch cock.

Moving back home is a bitch. You spend four years living on your own, attending university, making friends, discovering who you are, and then you...end up right back where you started; plus a couple of useless degrees. My name is David, I'm 23 years old and I've just moved back home after getting my degree in game design. The cost of living crisis plus some less than great decisions has landed me back in my parents house, sleeping in my childhood bedroom and applying for retail jobs on Indeed. It goes without saying, but this sucks. Living with my parents is fine, even if they do get on my back sometimes; can't get away with not cleaning for a week because "my brain feels fuzzy". Even being unemployed isn't too bad, it sucks to not have an income but I'm appreciating the downtime. My degree was very full on and draining, so a break is very much appreciated. No, the real problem is the infestation of people I knew from secondary school who still live here. Everywhere I fucking go I'm

It is early May, and college athlete Nathan is finishing his exams and water polo practices before summer break officially begins. It’s been a long grey winter in the Midwest, and Nathan is aching for a change of scenery. For this summer, Nathan has planned a backpacking trip across a few Eastern European countries. Excited about his upcoming adventure, he daydreams of hiking in the countryside, visiting small towns, tasting local cuisines, and meeting new people. In preparation, Nathan has been training hard to build stamina and endurance for this five-week journey. Four Weeks Later Nathan is now a little more than halfway through his European adventure. So far, he has not been disappointed with the scenery, the food, and the wonderful people he has met along the way. The only thing that Nathan was not prepared for was his budget. About halfway through his trip, his funds are running low. To compensate for this miscalculation, Nathan has opted to take cheaper hostels and seek out

5. JIm woke them up the next morning at precisely eight am. Shawn was about to get dressed when Jim told him not to bother. “It’s the weigh in dude. Just come in your boxers.” All of the boys were gathered again in the dinner hall. All eighty five of them. The dinner tables had been removed and they all sat in lines on the benches waiting to be weighed and measured. Shawn was last as the weigh-in was done in age order. His new friends were sat next to him. They watched as the younger boys were weighed and measured one by one. Shawn had never seen so much fat in his life. Every boy was just in his briefs or boxers, layers of fat spilling out in every direction. Boys as round as beach balls waddled up to the scales, some had mounds of back fat piled up in rolls, some were short and dumpy, others tall with low hanging breasts. Several had clearly visible stretch marks on either their bellies or thighs, or both. One boy had marks on his upper arms. Their weight would be read out

[[Content includes Feederism elements, weight gain, rapid weight gain, extreme weight gain, excessive fat, tube feeding, and a literal mountain of lard]] Mac checked the address the customer had given him. It was some house out in the sticks, almost an hour outside of town. He and his crew were being hired to demolish it. Nothing strange about that, they got paid to tear things down almost as often as they got paid to build things up. The odd part though, was the specific requests noted by the customer. No wrecking ball, bulldozers, or explosives. Walls must be carefully pulled outward and away. Roof must be secured by crane, gently removed, and not allowed to collapse. “What do you make of these job notes, Hank?” Mac asked, scratching his rugged chin with a calloused hand. Hank was quiet for a moment, looking out at the road ahead as he drove. “See, way I see it. If that’s what the customer wants, it’s none of my business. They paid in advance and dollars add up right, so I