Tells perverted stories similar to this one : When you first entered the gym, you had no idea how far you’d fall. Back then, you were just an average guy, maybe a bit soft, but determined to bulk up, to be like the strong, muscular men that surrounded you. The studs seemed supportive at first, pushing you to lift heavier, eat more, drink their protein shakes. “You want to be big, don’t you?” they’d say, passing you shakes so thick they could have been meals in themselves. But you didn’t realize what they were really doing—manipulating you, training your body in ways you never imagined. The shakes weren’t just protein. They were designed to make you fat. And as you guzzled them down day after day, your body responded in exactly the way they wanted. At first, it was just a little extra weight—your belly starting to hang out over your waistband, your thighs thickening. You convinced yourself it was muscle, part of the bulking process. But soon, you couldn’t ignore it. Your belly swelled out in front of you, hanging lower with each passing week. Your thighs grew so thick they rubbed together when you walked, and your ass—your once modest, average ass—ballooned into a wide, jiggling mass of fat. The studs didn’t let it slide. They noticed every inch of fat that accumulated on your body, and they made sure to remind you of it constantly. “Look at you, man,” one of them sneered, slapping your belly so hard it jiggled for seconds afterward. “You’re not bulking up—you’re just getting fucking soft.” As your body grew softer, their teasing turned more humiliating. They’d grab your belly, squeeze your love handles, laugh at the way your thighs quivered when you walked. But the worst was when they noticed your ass—how big, soft, and feminine it had become. “Jesus, look at that fat ass,” one of them would say, groping your cheeks and making you feel the weight of it. “You’re turning into a fucking cow.” You tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the truth. You were getting fat—no, not just fat. Feminized. Your body wasn’t just gaining weight; it was changing, morphing into something they could humiliate, something they could use. Your chest softened into moobs, round and jiggling with every step. Your belly hung lower, thick and sagging, pressing down on your thighs when you sat. And your ass—it had grown into something massive, wide and soft, with deep dimples of cellulite marking its surface. You could feel it jiggle whenever you moved, the fat bouncing and swaying behind you in a way that was impossible to ignore. The moment they chained you to the bench for the first time, you knew it was over. “You’re ours now,” one of them had said, locking the chains tight around your wrists and ankles. You were completely immobilized, forced to take whatever they wanted to dish out. They started using your body—at first, just your mouth, your moobs. But soon, they couldn’t resist your fat, feminized ass. One day, they introduced the funnel. They strapped it to your mouth, forcing the thick, creamy shake down your throat while they watched. “You wanna get bigger, pig? We’ll make sure you grow.” You felt the liquid pour into your stomach, swelling your already bloated belly. It groaned and stretched as more and more was funneled into you, the skin tight and shiny with the pressure. Your fat pad grew thicker and heavier as they kept feeding you, burying your cock beneath folds of fat. You could barely reach it anymore, the soft, swollen fat pad hiding what little of your manhood was left. “Can’t even see your dick anymore, can you?” one of them taunted, gripping the fat pad and shaking it for the others to see. “You’re not a man—you’re just a fucking blob of fat.” One of them came up behind you, spreading your thick, jiggling ass cheeks. “Look at this fat ass,” he said, his voice dripping with disgust. “You’re not even human anymore. Just a fat, feminized pig.” He thrust into you with such force that your whole body rocked forward, the fat of your belly, thighs, and ass quivering uncontrollably. You could feel the weight of your own body crushing down on you, every inch of fat jiggling with each thrust. As he pounded into you, the others circled around, teasing and mocking you. “Look at him—he loves it,” one said, watching as you moaned helplessly, your moobs bouncing with every motion. “You like getting fucked like this, don’t you, pig?” They slapped your fat, watching it ripple and shake, laughing at how you were too fat and weak to stop them. One of the studs grabbed your moobs, squeezing the soft flesh together as he pushed his cock between them. “These tits are bigger than any girl’s,” he mocked, thrusting hard between your fat, jiggling chest. “You’re just a fat cow, aren’t you?” Another stud reached under your massive belly, searching for your buried cock. It was so deep within your fat pad that he had to lift the heavy, sagging flesh to even find it. “Where is it, huh? You call this a dick?” he sneered, stroking the tiny, engorged nub that remained. His hand sank deep into the folds of your fat, the friction making you groan despite the humiliation. “You’re nothing but a fat, feminized pig.” As they continued to fuck your massive, quivering body, you felt something building inside you—something that you hadn’t expected. Despite the overwhelming humiliation, despite the fact that your body was nothing but a mass of jiggling, feminized fat, you couldn’t help but feel pleasure. Your buried cock throbbed under the thick folds of your fat pad, your body reacting to their touch in ways you couldn’t control. The stud behind you pounded harder, his cock filling your fat, feminized ass, making your cheeks clap together with each thrust. Your entire body wobbled and jiggled, the fat rippling as they used you. And finally, after what felt like hours, you couldn’t hold back anymore. With one final, humiliating thrust, you came. Your weak, watery load oozed out from under your fat pad, barely visible beneath the rolls of fat that had swallowed your cock. You moaned, your body shaking with the force of the orgasm, your moobs bouncing and your belly jiggling uncontrollably. The studs laughed as you came, their voices filled with disgust and superiority. “Look at him—he fucking loves it,” one of them said, slapping your fat ass. “You’re just a fat, feminized slut now. Nothing but a pig for us to use.” And as you lay there, your body quivering and spent, you knew they were right. You had fully succumbed, embracing your role as their feminized, overfed pig.