"Dirk's new debut" by Exjockfeeder - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Jim enacted his new narrative, driving Bobby to stuff Dirk into an overblown lineman.

Yet Jim is far from done making Dirk pay for his scheme, proving how much our stud can be mercilessly fattened for the audience’s delight.

How huge will he grow?

And the feedings resumed. For days and days afterward, the same scene repeated as Dirk’s belly ballooned up fatter and rounder. He was kept on the set like a pig being fed up for the state fair. He saw his belly swelling up bigger and bigger, pushed dangerously close to exploding before each take would end. All he could see was the giant spherical mass if his gut growing fatter and fatter and fatter, rising higher above his once flat torso toward the ceiling.

It was God knows what day of shooting. Six weeks? How the hell long have they kept me here?! Eight weeks? Ten?

Bobby stood above Dirk, cradling his head in one hand and shoving fistfuls of food in his mouth for what felt like hours. All the while, the camera whirled and Dirk felt his belly rising higher and higher and higher with the now familiar feeling of his gut growing so stuffed it was ready to split. He just gave in again. Whatever was shoved in his mouth, Dirk just worked to keep up. He silently resigned himself to just make it go as fast as he could, hoping it would all be over soon, wondering if he’d even be able to balance the weight of his massive belly once they finally let him stand back up. He grunted and chewed like a prize hog, but the more fattened-up he felt, the hotter his face felt, and the more he had to admit it was turning him on. He could feel his dick pointing straight up in his shorts. It would probably slap into the base of his bloated gut if set loose from the Lycra. If he could even see past his belly, he was sure he’d see a boner the size of a cucumber.

Then one day the scene suddenly shifted. After hours of the now routine gorging session, Jim brought in a huge soft serve ice cream machine. Bobby moved around to the other end of the table, and Jim set the machine right over Dirk’s head, positioning the nozzle right over his mouth.

“Guys. Oooooo. Come on!” Dirk moaned. They can’t be this crazy, can they? “There’s no fucking way . . . . ughhh. I can’t hardly . . . . eat . . another . . . . mouthf-mphff-mmff-hmm.” Jim had lowered the machine until the nozzle shoved square into Dirk’s mouth.

“All right Bobby, my boy. This is the final shot. The moment this fat jock has been waiting for!”

Dirk heard the machine kick on, and soon there was a burst of chocolate goo rushing into his mouth. His eyes started to water slightly, and he struggled to throw his throat open to keep pace with the rush. This was even more intense than the beer keg!

“That’s right you fat blimp. Your belly is now so massive we need to hook you to a feeding machine to load it up! Never thought your gut stuffing would lead to this did you?”

But Dirk barely heard Jim’s taunts. It took his full energy to try to swallow as fast as the ice cream was rushing into his mouth.

“See, Fatso, this isn’t just ice cream either. It’s charged with enough weight gainer to make you balloon up twice as fat as we’ve already gotten you.”

Dirk almost choked, and the ice cream started overflowing down the side of his puffed-out cheeks. But then he felt a warm jolt – a burning hot feeling – and he figured out that Bobby had locked his mouth over his throbbing dick. In unison rhythm, Bobby’s pumping timed with Dirk’s chugging, getting Dirk into a swallowing pattern that opened his throat further to the rush of gainer fluid. Every time Dirk started to slow, Bobby stopped, leaving Dirk in agony and on the brink of explosive orgasm, only starting again once Dirk fell into a regular chugging to get back in time with the flow of the feeding machine. Dirk felt the pressure in his mammoth belly press against the surface of his gut like never before. If ever he felt ready to explode, this was it!

He was sure he was going to pop. That jersey never felt more pressed against Dirk’s belly. He could feel the outline of the hem digging into the girth of his ballooning stomach. He swore he could feel the side seams cutting into his bulging love handles in a bowing arc outlining the rise of his gut. Then he was sure he felt them starting to separate, two lines digging into his belly and pulling wider apart as he heard a loud ripping noise mix in with the hum of the machine and the slurping sounds of his gulps. His eyes were watering harder, his belly was strained to its very limit, the jersey was busting wide open from the pressure, and his hips were rocking hard as Bobby finally picked up his rhythm in time with the building swell of Dirk’s belly. This was it, he was going to blast wide open, belly blowing like the Hindenburg, his cock exploding all over the …..

“ERRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

With Dirk’s monstrous yell, the nozzle popped free of his mouth, Bobby’s arms locked around Dirk’s immense belly, and Dirk blew his load all over the base of his belly in a rush that lasted for what seemed like ten minutes. Feeling so light headed he could pass out at any second, Dirk felt the warm splatter of his cum dripping down the sheer rise of his belly. Bobby was rubbing his hands up and down the underside of Dirk’s gut, smearing his cum over the bottom expanse of his gut that could only be felt, not even seen.

“Goddamn, I couldn’t have staged that better myself!” Jim was applauding. Dirk was too weak to even react. He just felt himself pressing his belly into Bobby’s hands as he continued to massage his tightly stuffed monster of a belly.

“I guess maybe we can let you free now Fatso. Seems you finally ballooned up enough for me to get the climax of this little picture. This thing is going to be a beauty of an edit. You’re going to be out on video shelves with a continuous shot of your gut inflating before people’s eyes. I'm gonna splice frames together so it looks like the past several weeks of stuffing made your gut balloon up in about thirty minutes before old Bobby’s eyes.  The world will see you growing fatter and fatter and fatter until that jersey finally gives way for us! I’m a fucking genius!”

With that Dirk felt his hands come free. Jim undid the bonds and again slapped Dirk’s immense belly.

“Thanks for the new idea you blimp. I think this may just bring in a whole new market for us.” Jim chuckled to himself as he told Bobby to help Dirk up. With one last hiss in Dirk’s ear, Jim left the set with “don’t ever think you can fuck with me like that again, you got it Fatso!

Dirk was still panting too hard to even say a word. Laying there until his breathing returned to normal, he could only slowly lift his arms to feel his belly. Soft groans came from his throat as the once buffed stud felt his massive belly for the first time. He tentatively ran his hands higher and higher up the rounded bulge of his spherical gut. Bobby watched gape jawed as Dirk’s muscled arms tried to reach the top. Dirk finally opened his eyes, trying to sit up as he struggled to reach completely around his belly. With louder grunts, he twisted with all his might, realizing there was no way to make his hands meet. Even though he was pushing with all his strength, he could only wrap his hands around his bulging gut to leave a good three feet of belly exposed between them. His head slammed back on the table as his arms fell.

“Oh my God! I’m a fucking blimp!!”

Bobby came around and pushed his hands under Dirk’s shoulders. Coaxing Dirk to help him out, they hoisted Dirk up, twisting his legs to drop off the side of the table. Dirk was nearly in a sitting position, but Bobby had to brace his back with his shoulder; Dirk’s giant gut was pushing him back, pressing into his thighs and back into his pecs, shoving them toward his chin. With both of them breaking a sweat, Dirk was finally shoved forward until his feet hit the floor. He supported himself by kicking his arms back, but even as strong as he was, Dirk’s arms had to work hard to give that final push to get up to a standing position. The momentum nearly toppled him forward, and Bobby raced around the table to help stabilize the fat stud before he rolled down to the floor, where he’d end up resting on his gut.

“You’re gonna have to learn how to balance that thing,” Bobby said as Dirk leaned his shoulders back to counter-weight the gut that launched out for days in front of him.

“Holy fuck. I have to weigh a ton.” Dirk shook his head as he looked down from his fattened up pecs to see the top arcing line of his belly fade away from him like a planet’s horizon.

“Step over here and let’s find out.” Bobby guided Dirk a few steps across the set to the scale. Staring with amazement, Bobby’s eyes followed the huge line Dirk’s belly traced as he turned. With the thud of the scale’s plate under Dirk’s massive weight, Bobby looked at the scale to get a reading.

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

“What’s it reading?”

“Can’t tell yet, the hands are going crazy!”

Dirk groaned and rubbed his aching, massive belly.

“What, 350?”

A little laugh. “On no, I passed that one a few tries ago. It says… 90 pounds. That’s not right… It means you’re too big for this scale!”

Luckily, there was an industrial scale behind the stage set. . Normally used to weigh heavy merchandise, it was now the only option to register  Dirk’s overblown girth. Bobby guided him to the big metal scale, equally eager to know just how heavy the ex-jock had become..

“Shit!” Dirk put one hand underneath his belly and ran the other one along the gargantuan top line of his blimped-up gut, wondering if his hands could meet along this path. They couldn’t.

“400. 450. Nope. 475. Oop. Maybe – ooo. Nope. 4 . . . . 9 . . . . Four hundred and ninety five pounds! Holy shit you’re HUGE!!!”

Dirk shuffled off the scale and grabbed his gut again. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this!”

Bobby pressed up behind Dirk, nestling his stiffening dick into the valley between Dirk’s meaty butt and reaching his arms around the stud’s giant sphere of a belly to grasp his forearms. “Should we head out of here to feed you a dinner big enough to break and even 500?”

Dirk felt the heat building in his nuts again.

“Yeah. Stuff me!”

The end.