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Jay's buffet challenge
🕑 Added 2025-11-02 19:01:54 +0000 UTC
(You can follow the links during the story to follow Jay’s gaining journey through our other stories; it will be easier to follow the chronology)
Jay was at the buffet, stuffed to the brim, with an absolutely massive 8 feet wide spherical belly to prove it. He had to eat standing up, because his body just couldn’t bend anymore. He felt like he was about to pop, and yet, his twink of a boyfriend was pushing more food on him.
"Only 10 plates to go!", he cheered.
He couldn’t believe how he let himself fall into a situation like this.
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It all began with his move to Bear Valley. Hearing tales of colossal bodybuilders in the area, he sought the secret recipe for mass-building. Upon meeting the gym's owner, Oscar (a giant, muscular bear in a never-ending offseason state) he was taken aback. Oscar bore no resemblance to the shredded, tanned men of bodybuilding competitions; they seemed more like what Oscar might consume for breakfast to achieve such a physique. That’s when Jay realized that he was exactly where he was meant to be.
During his first week in Bear Valley, he was shocked to see big men everywhere he looked. One night at the bar, he figured there had to be some kind of bear event happening, because every guy there had a huge, muscular build topped off with a solid, round gut. That’s the look he wished to have all his life, but being a naturally thin, smooth-skinned man, he assumed bodybuilding would suit his frame better and decided to go down that path instead. He still loved the muscular body he has built, but he couldn’t helped but wish to be into the shoes of one of those massive men, walking slowly to move their immense weight, grazing every single item around them with the bulging mounds of muscle and fat covering their entire body.
He had flirted with the idea of fattening up before, often indulging himself with weeks of overeating, loving to caress his stuffed belly after a big meal, and to squeeze newly formed love handles over and over. But it wasn’t long before the bodybuilder routine came around, melting all of the extra weight he loved so much.
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He wasn’t ready to admit it, but since he was a teenager, he jerked off watching bigger guys online. At first, they were the biggest bodybuilders. You know, the Ronnie Coleman and Jay Cutler of this world? But then, when he saw videos of them in offseason mode, showing how much they can eat, his searches started to include different keywords. "Offseason". "Bulking". "Overbulking". "Muscle gut". "Muscle gainer". "Fat bodybuilder". "Fat offseason eating". "Fat men eating". "Gainer". "Fat Gainer eating".
His fantasy took a different turn: he found himself captivated by the idea of men growing as big as they can, in anyway possible. That had always been part of the appeal of bodybuilding for him, even if he hadn’t fully realized it. But after witnessing the dramatic transformation from a slim man to an enormous superchub, fat became his new obsession.
It was still his own little secret, continuing his bodybuilding career as if nothing had changed, but he still had a recurring dream in the back of his head, of fattening himself up, of going to an hot dog eating contest and eat until he was nothing but a gigantic, round, hungry belly.
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That’s why he was shocked that night at the bar, because he never felt so small, despite being as muscular as he ever was. The only guy smaller than him was sitting in the back, enjoying the show, but also starring at Jay intensely. After a few minutes of looking at the bodybuilder right in the eyes, the twink got up from his chair and walked toward Jay.
"Are you a bodybuilder?", he asked. "Because I can’t believe how strong you look! Man, those arms!"
Jay was took by surprise: that was exactly the comfort he needed at this instant. They kept talking, and the twink kept complimenting his body, making him feel big for the first time since he came to Bear Valley. The guy offered him to become his coach, well, his encourager, to motivate him to lift more.
So that’s how their relation began. They saw each other more and more, almost every day for Jay’s training, followed by a session of muscle worship back at home. Pumped from his training, Jay felt as bigger than ever. Still, it doesn’t seemed to be enough for the twink…
At first, he recommended adding extra cream to Jay’s shake. It seemed harmless enough, and it actually helped push him into a new stage of his bodybuilding journey. However, the twink kept piling more food onto his plate at every chance and gradually cut his gym time in half. Day by day, the bodybuilder’s frame grew thicker and softer. Jay believed it was just a bulk, a longer offseason—but it was far more than that. The skinny guy was so persuasive in justifying every extra bite that Jay never realized he was being fattened on purpose.
Jay would later admit it took him far too long to recognize the twink’s true agenda. Blinded by the scale finally climbing higher than it had in years, he didn’t question it. Deep down, though, Jay secretly loved the feeling of getting thicker. Having someone who encouraged him to indulge without guilt was dangerous—he was swelling up like a balloon.
One day, the scale mysteriously vanished from his house. “Numbers don’t matter,” the twink insisted. With only the mirror to rely on, Jay couldn’t notice the gradual changes from one day to the next.
The red flags became harder to ignore once the twink began tampering with his wardrobe, squeezing him into tiny shirts in public and leaving him flustered and ashamed. Even thought he loved his new body, he wasn’t ready to be openly proud of it.
Things where going too fast for him. So fast that he couldn’t even saw when he passed the point of no return, when he wouldn’t be able to do his annual bodybuilding competition. The twink would gaslight him about every little thing, to the point where he was actually questioning his own opinions. "Maybe he’s right. If I skip the competition this year, I could come back bigger than ever next year."
So he dropped his guard and just rolled with it. His manipulative twink sensed it and took the opportunity to bring Jay to the buffet. For the first time of his life, he truly pigged out in public, eating like there was no tomorrow. At the end of the meal, he came back to his senses. He looked down at his round belly and couldn’t believe how big it had become. "Hey, it’s been a while since we haven’t posted a photo on social media!", the twink said to him. He panicked. He couldn’t show himself in this state! All the bodybuilders following him would see how fat he got… He tried to suck his gut in, but that darn twink was taking so much time to take that picture, as if he was waiting for Jay’s belly to pop out again. And it did. He couldn’t hold it anymore and it inflated back out like the airbag of a car, making his belt explode from the pressure!
Holy shit, I’ve turned into a blimp!, he thought. The next day at the gym, he nearly fainted when the scale flashed back at him: 368. With his massive belly and the thick padding of fat covering his frame, he no longer resembled a bodybuilder at all. He realized that he looked like a full-on fatass.
He enjoyed every bit of it, but the pace was overwhelming—he wasn’t ready. More than anything, he wished the twink had been honest instead of pushing him from bodybuilding into becoming an enormous fat ass. “Alright. Next week I’ll tell him I’m done. I need to cut back.”
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But the twink seemed to read it straight off Jay’s face and hatched his ultimate plan. He knew this was his last chance—and he was determined to make Jay as fat as possible.
Look!” he said to Jay, spinning his laptop around. “That restaurant nearby is running a challenge! Win it, and you eat there free for life!”
“The place is called The Belly Popper? I already look like I’m about to pop…”
“Nonsense! You’ve got the stomach of an offseason bodybuilder. You need to eat big to get big, remember? Just think—endless protein, whenever you want, for free!”
He’s right, Jay thought. All this food has been draining my savings… If I can just win this challenge, then cut the weight, I can get back to bodybuilding. Alright. One last pig out.
Just before Jay got ready for the buffet, the twink had conveniently tossed all of the largest clothes into the washer, leaving him no choice but to squeeze into the tiniest, stretchiest tank top. It barely covered any part of his belly, and his jeans wouldn’t even button. With a sigh, he accepted it—no one would recognize him at this size anyway.
When they arrived at The Belly Popper, Jay could’ve sworn he caught a spark of excitement in the eyes of the owner, Arthuro, who was fixated on the bodybuilder’s swollen frame. The twink rushed over to the chef and exclaimed, “Like I said on the phone—he’s here for the challenge!” Of course, it had all been arranged in advance.
The chef, eyes gleaming with excitement, exclaimed, “Oh my, oh my! I can’t wait—this will be our biggest challenge yet!” Jay figured that skipping meals since morning, paired with his massive size, would give him an edge, but now he wasn’t so sure.
“What’s the challenge, anyway?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s simple—plates from the buffet.”
“Alright,” Jay replied. “I already demolished one buffet this week. I can handle another. How many plates are we talking?”
“One hundred,” the chef said.
Jay’s eyes grew as big as saucers. He stood in place and said nothing for a few seconds.
The twink slapped Jay’s heavy belly. “Don’t worry, man—this is just your last bulk. After that, we’ll cut back and reveal the massive muscle hiding under all that fat.”
It was exactly what Jay needed to hear. The reassurance eased his fear that the twink might keep him from bodybuilding forever—even if it was a total lie. And this moment was one he had fantasized about for decades. It unlocked the gate to his inner gainer, giving him permission to let go and feast. For years he had gotten off to this very fantasy: being at an all-you-can-eat buffet, already huge, about to be stuffed past bursting. It was his ultimate dream.
And so it began. The chef brought out four plates piled high with all kinds of dishes—pasta, pizza, sushi, chicken, salad…just about everything imaginable.
Jay tore through the plates like a starving hog, finishing them in record time under the hungry, admiring gazes of both the twink and the chef.
That same ritual would go on, twenty-four more times.
The first dozen plates slipped easily into Jay’s enormous stomach, but by the second dozen he was more stuffed than ever. Soon he was brushing up against the same level of fullness he’d hit during his last binge earlier that week—yet the challenge had only just begun. He forced down two more plates, but by then it felt as though his body was stretching to its limit. He was sure he couldn’t take another bite.
Or so he thought.
“Come on, man—I thought you were better than this!” the twink taunted. “We trained for this moment for months! All the shakes, the buffets, the binges—they were all leading here. You can’t quit now. If you do, we’ll just keep coming back, day after day, until you’re big enough to swallow every last plate.”
“I…I…can’t…! Ooofffff… Getting…too big… Can’t even…reach the table anymore…”
“Oh, that’s the problem?” the twink chuckled. “Then let me help.”
He stepped closer, plate in hand, and shoved its contents into Jay’s weary mouth.
At that moment, Jay closed his eyes and surrendered to the fantasy. He became a gluttonous giant, being filled to the point of immobility. He chewed thoughtlessly, swallowing whatever the twink placed in his mouth, feeling his round body swell with every bite. It seemed to go on forever, until he drifted into a trance, becoming a mindless eating machine, expanding without end.
Suddenly, the twink shouted, “Only ten plates to go!” Jay opened his eyes and he couldn’t believe how gigantic he had become. He could barely see anything beyond his ginormous belly, which had doubled—no, tripled—in size.
His entire body was so tense he felt like an overinflated basketball, a thickening bomb ready to burst.
“I’m…gonna…pop…” he mumbled, muffled.
“Maybe,” the twink said with a devilish grin, “but we have to try.”
Unable to move even a finger, Jay had no choice. He closed his eyes again and endured the feeding of the last ten plates, clenching his entire body to keep from exploding while pushing his belly outward, stretching it enough to hold the final twenty pounds of food.
He let out a loud groan as his body swelled outward, each millimeter of growth pushing the pressure inside him even higher. Every part of him struggled to accommodate the extra mass, causing him to bloat like an overfilled balloon.
The final two plates. Finally. Each of them contained a large cube of a dense cake, that must have weighted 5 pounds each
‘Almost there big guy!’ The twink took a piece of cake and pushed him into Jay’s mouth with two hands: it just wouldn’t go down. That’s because Jay’s digestive tract was filled up all the way to the back of his throat, packed as tight as pressed wood.
‘Arthuro! I need your help!’ The chef came to help the twink with the last piece of food to win the challenge. With his strong hands, he grabbed the large cube of dense cake, and forced it in Jay’s mouth, and push, push, push.
The more the chef pushed, the bigger Jay’s eyes were becoming, as if he was about to explode. The overinflated jock emitted a long, loud but deep moan, as he felt himself grow bigger than he ever thought a man could be. His arms lifted in the air as his belly pushed them higher and higher. Each additional millimeter of expansion felt like a hundred pounds of pressure building inside him.
When he finally swallowed the last piece of cake, he held his breath for a whole minute, clenching every part of his body, afraid that he would explode. He felt so utterly, impossibly blown up, that his mind was completely empty, unable to think of anything other than the overwhelming sensation of fullness that he was experiencing.
He had never been this aroused before. Throughout the meal, his balls swelled with cum, growing rounder and fuller like miniature versions of his enormous belly. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his underwear as if it might burst. He ached to cum, but his hands couldn’t reach anything—least of all his cock. The more aroused he became, the sharper the pain in his cock felt, even more than the pressure in his belly. In an attempt to relieve it, he pushed his belly outward. The intensity was overwhelming, and he erupted instantly, his cock shooting a torrent of cum into his soaked underwear.
The chef fired a confetti popper, showering Jay’s massive belly with a burst of colorful paper.
“You did it!! I can’t believe you actually did it!” he exclaimed.
“Free food forever!” the twink shouted with glee.
“Uuuuuuhhhhhhh…” groaned Jay, completely overwhelmed, thinking the opposite—that he’d never eat again in his life. “Just…get…me…hooooome…BUUUURRPP.”
The twink, the chef, and a few of the onlookers who had been watching Jay’s expansion rushed to help him to his feet. He felt like he weighed a thousand pounds. Once he found his balance, he wobbled forward like a baby taking its first steps, the twink guiding him carefully toward the exit.
Comments
Roam
Can't wait to see how fat he gets after this
Broodling
Poor Jay, always biting off more than he can chew. I love it
