ACE - An AI Gainer Chat (Patreon)

(First and foremost, this is a story I wrote with an AI chat bot. I discovered the system and wanted to see how well it would work. Second of all, the AI was very strict on graphics and profanity, so some words were changed and some scenes skipped, but I’m sure you can let your imagination wander. Hope you all enjoy.)

You walk into your buddies room. He called you over to chill and just waste the day away. But maybe there was another plan included.

“Ayy, bud, how’s it goin’!” Ace says, chilling on a beanbag chair, puffing on his spliff. He’s a big guy, typically standing at six foot. But he’s always been more bulky than fat. But recently he’s been far more lazy and has gained a bit of weight as he’s lounged around and eaten junk food. He smiles at you as you enter.

“It’s alright,” I reply as I sit on the floor next to him. I’m a 30 year old young man with an athletic build, but Ace is about 5 years older than me, and I notice he’s gained a little weight.

“You’re just alright, bro? Sounds like you’re holding back on me…” He says as he flicks through Netflix shows.

“Can I be honest?” I ask, blushing slightly.

“Shoot, bruh..” he says with a shrug.

“I think you’ve been putting on a bit of weight lately, and I have really been enjoying the way your belly has been bulging a little more lately.” I say with a poke to his gut.

“Aw, yeah? You like what you see there, man?” Ace pulls his shirt up.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so hairy.” I say, gazing at his exposed belly covered in thick dark fur.

“You didn’t know that? Man, I’m like a bear, bro!” He says as he runs a hand vigorously over his gut.

“I love it, you look great. If you don’t mind, I’d love to rub that gut.” My face reddens a bit more as I say this.

“Go for it, man! Gotta get that belly some lovin’!” He leans back in his beanbag chair and lifts his shirt more with both hands.

I reach out and run my hand across the warm hairy flesh. “Wow, you’re big, your belly is so round.”

“Ooh, yeah, love that belly lovin’!” He giggles and leans in closer, almost rubbing his belly against your hand.

“You really like me rubbing your belly?” I chuckle a little.

“Oh man, you think I’m not digging this? This is good stuff, bud!” He gives a groan of satisfaction.

I hear his belly give a growl, and I chuckle again. “You sound hungry, big guy.”

“You know it, man! And you know what my favorite snack is, right…?”

“What’s that,” I ask, my curiosity peaking.

“Donuts, I love donuts, and there ain't nothing better than a jelly-filled donut, man. You want one? I can go get us some.” He says with a twinkle in his eye.

“No thank you. But… I’ll happily feed them to you instead.” I say with a sly grin.

“You what, man? You’re gonna feed me donuts?!” He looks surprised.

"I honestly would love to feed them to you. I've always wanted to feed a guy. But have never had the opportunity. Would you be okay with that?" I say softly, feeling a bit embarrassed by my own words.

“Wait…” he pauses. “You wanna feed me?”

“Only if you want me to. But I understand if you don’t want to. That was a bit awkward, I’m sorry.” I stammer.

“No no, it’s not that. I mean… hell yeah, man! Let’s do this!” Ace grabs your hand and pushes it to his belly, smiling up at you like a hungry, golden retriever puppy. “Feed me, buddy.”

I give a large smile, my face lighting up with excitement at his words. “Then you better go get those donuts. Hope it’s a lot.”

“Oh, that won't be a problem!” He gets up, giggling softly, and returns a few minutes later with a box full of donuts. His smile is huge, his eyes sparkle, and his stomach grumbles softly.

"That's all you've got? One box? I think you'll need more.” I say with a raised brow.

“HAHA, you’re right.” He laughs, and his face turns bright red. “Okay, man, here…” He plucks a donut out of the box and hands it to me. “What do you wanna do? Do I have to get on my knees for this, or…?”

I sit back into the beanbag chair and spread my legs so he can sit on the floor in front of me. “How about you sit here and lean your back against me.”

“Alright, lemme give it a shot…” Ace sits as you describe, leaning his back against you. His belly shakes as he settles into place.

I pull the box of donuts closer and am surprised to see there are at least two dozen in the box. It’s much more than I originally thought. Which is a good thing. I then reach around and rub a hand across his belly. "That shirt seems a little too big on you. What do you say we stretch it out?"

“Oh, dude, I'm all for it, man!” He giggles “You think you can pull it tight enough to get me bursting out of this shirt?”

"Let's try it. Open wide big guy. Time for you to start eating." I then push the donut to his mouth and let him begin eating.

Ace starts chewing quickly and swallowing, and in no time, he’s finished the first donut. He lets out a satisfied belch, smiling up at you as he wipes his chin. “That’s one down, buddy… You got more for me?”

“Of course I do. You’re going to finish every donut I give you. Got it?” I feed him the next one.

“Oh, I’m not just gonna finish ‘em, I’m gonna eat these suckers up!” He stuffs the second donut into his mouth, chewing and swallowing just as quickly as the first, already looking like could eat ten more. His stomach shakes with each bite, and he doesn’t seem able to stop himself.

After the 6th donut he seems to have taken full control of the donuts, stuffing the 7th and 8th and 9th into his mouth and swallowing them down. As he eats I gently rub his belly, giving it a gentle squeeze and a pat. I can’t help but whisper into his ear, “come on, big guy. That’s number nine. You’ve still got fifteen more to go.”

He’s breathing a little heavily, but there’s no stopping him. He swallows the 9th donut in one big gulp, then picks up the next two, shoving both into his mouth at once. The only sound he makes as he eats is a big, contented groan. Then he starts gulping down the next 3, his belly beginning to wobble and bulge, like it’s gonna pop. It’s hard to tell where one donut ends and another begins, and Ace’s face turns red as he swallows over and over, his eyes roll back as he devours them.

When he finally packs away the 24th donut I give his bloated belly a rub. His shirt having grown tight and stretched, his hairy belly is now peeking out of his shirt slightly. He’s in a stupor and groaning in discomfort.

“Oof…” He lays back and tries to catch his breath, the food sitting heavy in his stomach, making him feel like he’s going to explode. His belly jiggles and shudders, and the buttons on his shirt strain to hold it all in, ready to burst.

“You okay, big guy?” I ask softly, as I gently rub his belly.

He groans softly in return. “Yeah, this food is just…” he lets out another belch. “...sitting like a ton of bricks. Man, I think I put away too much too fast. His eyes widen and he sits up suddenly.

“What’s man,” I ask with worry in my voice.

“Oh, man, I think I ate too muchQ I feel weird…” He clutches at his stomach and starts to heave, like he’s going to puke. His belly churns inside, and it sounds like something’s sloshing around, making him groan in discomfort. “I…don’t feel good, man…”

I moved out from behind him. “Here, just lean back and let me rub your belly. I hear belly rubs can soothe an aching gut. “As I lean him back I begin gently rubbing his belly in large circles, doing my best to calm his upset stomach.

He groans as he’s laid back on the beanbag chair, and you begin to rub his belly. “Yeah…yeah, man…that does feel nice.” He seems to relax a little, and he rests his head back. “You’re pretty dang good at this. You sure you don’t have experience?” He chuckles softly, his belly jiggling and swaying beneath your hands.

“Never had the chance. But you seem to like it.” Just then the doorbell rings. “Ah, just in time.” I say as I stand. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh? What’s that?” He sits up straight and looks at you, curious.

I leave quickly and answer the door, only to come back with 5 more boxes of donuts, and 5 soda bottles. “I ordered more donuts when you left the room earlier.”

His eyes go wide. “Are you nuts?! You can’t feed me more donuts, man. I’m ready to pop!”

I set the boxes down next to him and sit across his lap, practically pinning him as I push him back into the beanbag. “I’m going to feed you more, even if you don’t want it. You’re going to eat these, even if I have to force feed them to you.”

He groans.

“But…man, I don’t think I can eat another bite! My stomach feels like it’s gonna burst!” He tries to stand up, but you keep him pinned down in place. “Please… I can’t eat any more food! I’ll throw it up, I swear!”

“Then I guess you better power through. Because if you do throw up, I’ll just feed you more all over again. You wanted me to feed you, so I’m going to feed you. Now eat for me, you fat porker.” I grab two donuts and shove them into his mouth.

He chews the donuts, a look of pain on his face. “Ooh, man… Please, don’t make me eat any more! It’s… it’s not going to fit..” He swallows the donuts, and his stomach bulges outward, threatening to burst at any moment.

“Here, have some soda to wash it down,” I say as I put the soda bottle to his lips and let him get a few gulps.

He guzzles the soda a bit.. “Man, my stomach…” He groans loudly. “This…this is your fault, man…I’m gonna…” His stomach churns violently, and he clutches his gut. “Uh, oh…oh god! Oooh!”

With a loud SNAP the first button on his shirt pops off and clacks across the room, just as he gives a loud belch that makes my ears ring. I chuckle. “There, see? You didn’t burst, just popped a button. Now keep eating.”

He chews another donut as you stuff it into his mouth. Tears begin to form in his eyes as his stomach rumbles and continues to churn. “I don’t know how much more I can fit inside of me, man! I feel like I’m gonna explode!” He lets out another painful belch, but keeps eating as he is forced to continue.

I feel something wet and look down to see a bulge in his pants and a large wet spot forming. “Well, by the looks of that bulge and wet spot, you’re loving this, even if you are in pain. Now eat!”

He lets out a grunt, and his eyes roll back in his head as he is forced to keep eating more donuts, and drinking more soda. He’s nearly in tears now, his belly bulging and shaking with each bite.

At this point, the second box is empty, making the count of 48 donuts packed into his belly. Suddenly POW another button flies off, exposing more of his taut hairy flesh. I lean against his gut, making him groan with more discomfort. “Such a hot, you already ate 48 donuts. I’ll be nice and only allow you to eat only three boxes of donuts for now. I’ll set the other three boxes aside for later. That means you only have another 72 to go. You put on so much weight on your own, I’m going to make sure you’re the fattest bear in town.” I shove another two more donuts into his mouth, followed by more soda.

“Please… stop… I…I’m so bloated, my stomach’s killing me…” He cries and moans softly, a mix of discomfort and excitement crossing his face. “No…no more donuts..” Another donut goes right down his throat as he groans. “Please… no more, man!” He’s practically moaning with every bite now as his shirt hangs loose, barely covering his expanding, hairy belly.

With his belly button exposed, I take this opportunity to push my face against his bulging, bloated, hairy gut, and drive my tongue deep into his navel. He may be in pain, but this makes him gasp with ecstasy.

He gasps and moans at the intimate touch. “Oh… uh… mmm… Wow, man… I think…” He sighs and grains, his eyes widening. “Oh god…that…that feels…” He’s practically shaking with excitement, his stomach making loud grumbling and gurgling noises.

I continue this as I continue to feed him. Feeling his bulge in his pants pulse and throb more and more the bigger and tighter his belly gets. Now with four boxes down and only one more to go. I watch him hold his painfully full gut, which is now the size and shape of a beach ball. “Only one more box to go. That’s only 24 more donuts. I know you’re full and hurting, but you’re almost done.”

He swallows hard and sucks in a breath, his face a mix of pain, discomfort, and excitement. Despite the pain he’s in, he keeps stuffing more donuts in his face, eating them faster than before. “God, man, this… these donuts are… I’m so full, buddy. Please, don’t make me eat any more…” He’s practically shaking now as he eats another donut, and groans.

I begin to feed him the 60th donut, when his gut groans loudly and he clutches it in extreme pain.

He grabs his belly as he hears his stomach gurgle and slosh inside, feeling like it’s going to rip open. He groans deeply and curls up in a ball as he clutches his stomach, a mix of pain and ecstasy crossing his face. “It… hurts…please, I can’t eat any more…”

Seeing him in so much pain, and hearing his gut groan and sloshing so loudly only turns me on more. I reach up and plunge my middle finger into his deep navel. “You’ve only got a few more to go. Don’t give up now, you fat hog!”

He cries out in pain. “No! I…I can’t!.. It’s too much!”

His gut roars loudly. He clutches his gut even more firmly. With tears rolling down his cheeks, he grits his teeth as he roars in pain. “Oh God!...It’s happening!.. Oh god!... I’m gonna… blow!...AAAAAAHHHHRRR!”

With his massive cry of pain I truly fear he’ll blow. I take a step back and watch as instead of his belly bursting, his leather belt snaps, allowing his gut to expand into the new space. His belt is quickly followed by his pants button bursting off and his pants ripping open down the front, allowing his thick throbbing eggplant to fall free and begin spraying it’s eggplant juices all over the floor, his bulging belly, and me. It’s then that I realize he’s not just in pain, but in full ecstasy as his cries of pain turn into cries of pleasure.

His eyes roll back in his head as he moans loudly, his lips rocking and his arms clutching at his stomach. He shakes his head, crying out in ecstasy. “Ohhh…my… god…” He breathes sharply.

“There, you see? You didn’t burst. Just your pants. And… something else,” I say as I wipe his hot eggplant juices off my face.