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Art Stream Plans

I did this test stream the other day to test out my new equipment and make sure it all still functions as it should! And I drew a big burly round fella while I was at it, too. This wasn't really an "official" stream as such. But going forward, I would like to basically combine the Topic Videos with Streams, because the Streams are more watched and it's enjoyable for me to be able to connect with you guys that way too, and because I'd like to dedicate more time to making cool animated projects. Anyway, please enjoy me rambling about that!

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/live/E-EUCnMI92A

The Dad Next Door, part 1 - Bonus Sketches

Feels good to be showing off the sketches for a brand new story! As you can see from the artwork, I wanted to try a different technique for the backgrounds with this story, to give them a more watercolour, almost nostalgic vibe. I experimented with a lot of different art styles, but felt the foreground characters worked best against this one!

The Dad Next Door, part 1

Big Squeeze (full-colour)

Full-colour version of this recent commission in which our immobile chap here is getting a good squeeze from the daddybear.

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Big Squeeze (two-tone)

Black and white version of this commission. The daddy musclebear is getting a good handful of his immobile piggy.

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Fattening Factory, part 5 - Now available for Lifter Tier

The final part of Fattening Factory is now up for Lifter Tier!

Lifters, you can find it HERE

(The full, animated version of this story is also available for Titan Tier)

The Chub & The SuperBall (full-colour)

Full-colour version of this recent commission. That gigantic ballgut needs a little help...

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The Chub & The SuperBall (two-tone)

Black-and-white version of this recent commission. That gigantic ballgut needs a little help...

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Blonde Meets Belly (full-colour)

You really get the full effect of blonde knockout Tanya Peters keeping Mrdecaglut2 nicely full in this colour version of his commission!

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Blonde Meets Belly (two-tone)

In this black-and-white version of this commission for Mrdecaglut2, the character Tanya Peters is busy making sure he's very full!

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Fattening Factory, part 4 - Now available for Lifter Tier

The next part of Fattening Factory is now up for Lifter Tier!

Lifters, you can find it HERE

(The full, animated version of this story is also available for Titan Tier)

Space Jam Inflation (full-colour)

Here is the full-colour version of Matt Loon in living out best Space Jam inflation life!

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Space Jam Inflation (two-tone)

Regular commissioner Matt Loon wanted to see himself in the iconic Space Jam inflation scene, and I was more than happy to oblige!

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Some Extra Bulk, 3 (full-colour)

In this full-colour version, Krum's once perfectly-fitting shirt is now showing signs of strain against a burgeoning belly...

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Some Extra Bulk, 3 (two-tone)

Krum's once-flat stomach is now starting to bulge out in part 3 of this commission for Sarav59.

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Fattening Factory 5 - The Gelato Juggernaut

"Behold my piece de resistance: The Gelato Juggernaut.

This thing’s gonna pump you so full of icecream you ain’t gonna know what to do with yourself, haha. Only my finest hogs get to gorge on this big old beast. Consider yourself lucky, boy.

You can feel it, can’t you? All that soft, sugary gelato just filling up your gut even wider, bigger, fatter. That’s the whole entire point of this machine. Just when you think you can’t possibly take another calorie, the Juggernaut here makes sure to keep cramming you tighter and tighter. You must be feeling like you’re about to pop by now, haha.

Heck, you’re more than twice the man you were when you stepped into my factory. Just look at the size of you now, son. We keep going like this, you might just be my biggest fatboy yet. I think you want that, don’t you? In fact, I know you want it. I can see it in your little piggy eyes. You want more, and more, and more.

We’ll I’m gonna give it to you.

Ain’t no need for you to leave my factory.

How’s about we just keep you here? Always eating.

Always chugging..."

(NOTE: The full story, all 5 scenes animated, is available for Titan Tier HERE)

Fattening Factory, part 3 - Now available for Lifter Tier

The next part of Fattening Factory is now up for Lifter Tier!

Lifters, you can it HERE

(The full, animated version of this story is also available for Titan Tier)

Some Extra Bulk, 1 & 2 (full-colour)

Here's the full-colour version of parts 1 & 2 of this three-part commission for Sarav59, in which bodybuilder Krum makes a couple of new fat friends who are no strangers to eating well!

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Some Extra Bulk, 1 & 2 (two-tone)

In this recent commission for Sarav59, the muscleman above - Krum - is a regular gym goer who makes some new fat friends!

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Fattening Factory 4 - The Chocolate Chugger

"See now, I knew as soon as I saw you that you were gonna be right up there with the best of the best. Not every fatboy can handle the Chocolate Chugger here. Some of ‘em don’t make it this far, but you… you, son, have got what I like to call Fortitude of the Gut. That means that big ol' belly of yours can take one hell of a stretching, no matter how much we stuff in there. Ah, I’m feeling like a proud daddy right now, haha.

The Chugger here can pump out any type of chocolate you want - white, dark, milk, anything. We got you all set up with the milk chocolate right now, and I think by the look on your tubby round face that that’s working out just fine for ya. Well, keep on chugging, fatboy...

Here at the Fattening Factory, we like to save the best ’til last…"

(NOTE: The full story, all 5 scenes animated, is available for Titan Tier HERE)

Fattening Factory, parts 1 & 2 - Now available for Lifter Tier

The first two parts for Fattening Factory are now up for Lifter Tier!

(The full, animated version of this story is also available for Titan Tier)

Lifters, you can find Part 1 HERE

and Part 2 HERE

Sneak Peek: Space Jam Inflation

Here's an early look an at upcoming commission for inflation enthusiast Matt Loon, in which he's found himself in the classic Space Jam ballooning scene, and isn't mad about it...

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Fattening Factory 3 - The Donut Deployer

"This one’s a real classic. Ain’t she a beauty? We call this machine the Donut Deployer. It’s one of the first things I had built here.

All the donuts are getting freshly baked and frosted right there inside that unit, you see that? And then what happens is all those beautiful sweet treats get deployed straight into your mouth! All you gotta do is sit back and eat.

If that ain’t a mighty fine deal I don’t know what is, haha!

Ah, just look at you go, son. Chewing like the best of ‘em. And let me tell you, that belly of yours is getting nice and huge! But we ain’t done filling you up yet. Not by a long stretch, haha. If you think you’re full now, you just wait!

I know, I know. Getting up’s hard. You’ll get used to it. I promise you..."

(NOTE: The full story, all 5 scenes animated, is available for Titan Tier HERE)

Preview: The Dad Next Door, Chapter 1 (text)

LOKITU'S NOTE: Hi, Titans! As I've done with my other stories, here is an early preview of 'The Dad Next Door'. This is the first chapter, in which we meet Jay and the object of his desires, The Dad. This is text-only right now, as I'm hard at work creating the illustrations ready to be published later in the year. I hope you enjoy this first read!

STORY:

The Dad Next Door, part 1

‘You know your Great Uncle Omar?’

‘No.’

‘Yes, you do. He was always around when you were a boy. You always wanted to see him. “Where’s Uncle Omar?” you would say. And… such things.’

‘I have literally no recollection of this man, Mom.’

‘Yes, you do! You do! He would bring you those little candies you liked, or… maybe it was something else. You just… you don’t know it or you forgot or something. Anyway, he’s dead.’

‘Jesus, give a guy some warning! I’m... sorry to hear it, though.’

‘I don’t know. He was your dad’s side of the family. We hardly saw him. We can’t be sad about someone we barely knew.’

‘But you just said…?’

‘Anyhow, this is perfect timing.’

‘… that he died.’

‘Yes, because what with you being fired from your job-‘

‘I wasn’t fired, Mom. I told you, I’m taking time off-’

‘Yes, this is good timing with your job and your time off, because, Jay, you’re inheriting your Great Uncle Omar’s house.’

Jay stood with the phone to his ear, deeply confused. His mom’s voice continued to prattle through the speaker for a while. He really did have no recollection of this great uncle. Now suddenly he’d inherited the guy’s house?

‘What… Why?’ was all he could think to ask.

‘Well, the family talked about it and you know your father and his brothers, oh my God, there was so much talking, on and on - and everyone decided that you should have the house. It’s yours.’

This tidbit turned any feelings of gratitude Jay might’ve had into more of a dread kind of deal.

The rest of the family didn’t want Omar’s house.

‘So it’s a shithole, then,’ he said out loud.

His mom did her best to affect affront. ‘You can’t say that! You shouldn’t say that! This is… you’ve been… this is a gift. This is a wonderful gift.’

(This is a shithole.)

Jay pulled up in front of the dilapidated suburban detached house. Style: Not quite Steven King, Not quite Addams Family. But getting there. Boards missing. Gutters overflowing. A tree looked like it was trying to peer into the basement.

‘Well, shit.’

Jay, lanky with a sponge tummy that had done little to impress lovers past, hauled himself out of his car and ran a hand across his shaved head. He’d driven half a day just to get here.

A short tour of the overgrown perimeter did not inspire confidence; this place was gonna need a new… everything.

He had wanted to use his current break from work to chill, recenter his mind, de-stress. Fixing up a broken down crap-box in the middle of suburbia hadn’t figured into the equation, shockingly.

With a sigh, he let himself in. Great Uncle Omar had been allergic to opening windows, if the smell was anything to go by. Peeling wallpaper everywhere.

‘Hooo boy, this is gonna be a whole thing, isn’t it?’ Jay muttered, absently stroking his beard as he moved between dusty rooms. Looked like the family had already stripped the place of any important or valuable items and, being the saints they were, left Jay with all but the rotten carcass. How generous.

‘Where am I even gonna start?’

With a mind geared towards organization, he felt it best to begin making a list of every task that would need doing; planning and list-making always helped to ease his thoughts. And this place was basically the House of Unease right now.

Jay spent the next hour and a half, starting in the basement, notarizing each of Great Uncle Omar’s sins.

‘Crapped-out furnace, rusted pipes, a drawer that won’t open, damp and mildew on the walls… Seriously, did this guy just never clean?’

It was well into the afternoon before he stopped for a break in the kitchen, parking his ample rump into an old creaking chair and lowering his glasses to better massage the space between his eyes.

‘Goddamn it…’

Something outside caught his attention:

The house across the street had its garage shutter wide open, and inside was a man sawing a chunk of wood, clearly using the space as some kind of DIY workshop.

The sight of him caused pause in Jay.

(Holy macaroni…)

The man in the garage wore classic flannel unbuttoned just enough to liberate a sprig of chest hair, his build that of a former sportsman who’d taken a taste for the beer. He had one of those pot-bellied starter guts that seemed to pop up on men in their mid to late forties and had always driven Jay to distraction. From under his baseball cap poked warm hazel hair turned grey at the sides. His face was framed perfectly with silvering stubble and a dark moustache, somehow accentuating the sparkle in his eyes. His was a kindly, rounding face; strong brows and a jawline losing the battle to fat (and all the better for it).

Jay felt quite confident that, had he typed into an AI image generator “Hot Suburban Dad”, it would have conjured a near-exact likeness of this guy; he fit the archetype to a tee, looking like he belonged in some family sitcom of yesteryear.

So handsome was he, that Jay actually didn’t know what to do with himself, or where to put his hands. He could only watch, unable to tear his gaze away.

The guy had probably nicknamed his kids Sport or Slugger when they were young, coached the Little League, taken his family camping, assuming he actually was a dad.

(I’m stood here drooling like a pervert, imagining a whole life for this dude. Is this healthy behavior? No.

Am I going to stop?

… Also no.)

Amid a break from sawing, the man across the street paced momentarily away from his workbench to swig from a can of beer (one of many, it was noted), giving Jay a heavenly view of his ass barely contained within a pair of tight denim jeans that probably fit like 40 pounds ago. He chugged like it was going out of fashion, tilting his head all the way back and then swiping the excess with a hairy backhand.

Suddenly a smartly dressed woman of a similar age entered the garage from the inner door and conversed briefly with Hot Suburban Dad, before hugging him and pecking his cheek. Had to be the wife. She departed in her car shortly after, leaving Jay with the kind of irrational, unearned jealousy usually reserved for late night doomscrolling on social media in his city apartment. Alone.

He couldn’t just stand here all day (though boy did he want to); there was work to be done. So much work. Reopening his list of chores, Jay glanced briefly back to the stupendously hot man in the garage, thinking that perhaps - just perhaps - things around here weren’t all bad.

As the following week stretched out, Jay made return trips to Uncle Omar’s house (now his house - still had to get used to that), armed with a paltry set of tools and a frugal aversion to hiring tradespeople. He would do what he could by himself, at least for the time being. Besides, this came with two added benefits: Taking his mind off of his job in the city, and more importantly, getting in some solid views of the handsome guy across the street, whom Jay had decided to dub simply The Dad.

Oftentimes The Dad would be found in his garage workshop with the shutter open, happily sawing or hammering something, always with a trusty beer or three by his side. Jay got to know the rotation of his flannel shirts, each of which warped around The Dad’s pot belly just so; evidently the man preferred to keep the sleeves rolled up, displaying strong, hairy forearms. One afternoon he was on a phone conversation with someone, and while Jay couldn’t make out any individual words, the tone of The Dad’s voice seemed to imply a daughter was on the other end of the line. Another time he had fellow middle-aged buddies over for beers around the grill; Jay could just make them out in the yard behind The Dad’s garage, all spirit jerseys and polos tucked into khaki shorts, a boisterous Boxer dog threading their legs on a quest for scraps; at one point one of the men poked The Dad’s protruding gut with a laugh shared by the hot man himself, followed by more slugs of beer.

All of this Jay observed while stripping wallpaper, pulling up weeds, cleaning out drains. He couldn’t be certain, but as the days passed, it almost seemed as though The Dad’s shirts were growing tighter. He could have sworn little slits in the flannel were forming between buttons, hairy dad-belly peeking out, but maybe this was just what Jay wanted to see. Admittedly it was difficult to tell from across the street.

Still, he would take that image to bed with him some nights.

Most nights.

Okay, every night.

It was during a snack-run at the local store that it happened. Jay was spending longer and longer days working on Great Uncle Omar’s house, his limited renovation efforts fueled largely by the power of takeout meals and soda. Supply runs had become necessary.

One balmy evening at the nearby MarketLand, Jay was filling a basket with bags of chips and cornering on the beer isle when -

‘Oop!’

His padded midriff collided with a warm, round dome.

Clad in flannel.

‘Sorry about that, ha ha!’

Jay looked up into the curved, disarming face of The Dad, whose belly he had literally just bumped. The guy stood back, several multipacks of beer under one arm, and patted down his plumped-out girth.

‘This thing’s startin’ to enter the isle before the rest of me! Ha ha!’

Good Lord, he had a voice to match his natural masculinity; deep, jovial, and when he laughed it came out all gravelly in a timbre that sent goosebumps shooting up and down Jay’s flesh. Up close The Dad was gorgeous. Just utterly gorgeous. Those twinkling eyes of his were the deepest oceanic blue; Jay felt a pull to plunge right in, head first…

‘Uhhh, sorry… I just… I was just…’ Jay’s tongue didn’t work properly. He’d turned stupid.

The man before him possessed cheeks and double chin each coated in beautiful greying stubble, dark mustache framing a sincere grin and dimpling that plump face.

‘Ah, my fault for takin’ up so much space, ha ha!’

That laugh was gonna cause Jay’s knees to buckle if he wasn’t careful.

(Is this what swooning feels like? Do people actually swoon? Am I swooning?)

He couldn’t come up with a single word to say, but his lips kept on moving like a floundering fish. He must have looked like a prized dork.

‘B-Beer!’ Jay suddenly spat out, his brain gripping onto something, anything. ‘I was - Beer - Getting… I was getting beer!’

The Dad still smiled. So much warmth. All the kindness in the world.

‘Say, aren’t you, uh, the guy fixing up the old Kaplan place? I’ve seen you across the street, I think.’

‘Beer…’ Jay nodded. ‘Uhhh, I mean yeah, that’s… I am fixing up the old… Yes… That is I.’

("That is I?" What am I, King Arthur now?)

‘It’s my uncle’s - my great uncle’s place. Or rather it was his place, but he’s, like… dead… now… so…’

(Oh, good job, Jay. Top tier conversation, really.)

‘Ah. I’m sorry to hear that,’ The Dad responded, his beaming smile slipped some.

He was a little taller than Jay. Probably 6’2” ish. Jay clocked the guy at about 250-260 pounds, give or take. This past week, though, things had been more like give and give. At this proximity it was clear to see that The Dad’s belly was indeed starting to break free of his shirt, fat and fur making public appearances between each button, especially toward the navel where things really rounded out. Looked like the flannel was gonna blow any day now.

‘Oh, no no, it’s fine,’ said Jay, waving a hand and making a ‘Pshhht!’ face. ‘I didn’t know him, so… No, it’s fine. I just gotta…’

If The Dad could only know the Herculean effort Jay was making not to stare at that sublime beer belly…

‘I gotta…,’ he continued. ‘I’m just trying to fix the place up, you know… It needs a lotta work…’

When The Dad replied with, ‘Uh huh. Well, hey, you know, maybe I could help you out with that,’ Jay was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach started doing the conga. ‘I’m not too shabby at the ol’ fixin-uppin myself, hehe!’

Jay snatched this moment like it was going to blow away in the wind at any second.

‘Yes! Sure! I mean, yes. Yeah. Yes, please,’ he blurted. ‘That would be… sublime…’

(Sublime? Really? Of all the words, I swear to God…)

‘I mean, that would be great. Like, really, really helpful. You’d do that?’

This super hot dad helping Jay to fix up the old house? Working right beside him? Sweating? Toiling? His man-musk up close, his barely-buttoned dad-gut threatening to pop his shirt wide open every time he bent over…

(Must not get hard. Must not get hard. He’s standing right there. In the damned grocery store, in the beverage isle for God’s sake!)

‘Sure! You’ve probably seen me in my ‘shop, tinkering around,’ The Dad went on. ‘Used to run a plumbing business. Sold it last year. I’m pretty good with my hands!’

Jay forced out a laugh that blew straight past Casual and landed somewhere near Deranged.

‘So if you need any help, just give me a holler! You know where I’m at, ha ha!’ The Dad added.

He stuck out a hand that, when shook, felt hot and ever-so-slightly sweaty, its back all sprinkled in hair that ran down the fingers.

‘David, by the way.’

‘I’m Jay,’ Jay said, remembering his own name not with the greatest of ease, it had to be said. ‘Thanks, David. I’d, uh, really appreciate that… Thanks a bunch…’

‘Ah, it’s my pleasure,’ David The Dad countered breezily. Handsomely. He redoubled the grip on his beers and gave a smile and a nod to signify he was about to take off.

Still in something of a shell-shocked state, it was a few seconds before Jay’s brain caught up with events.

‘I don’t, uh,’ he began, turning to the departing stud, ‘I just don’t have, like, the funds for a professional or anything, is the thing… Sorry, I should have said that.’

David turned back, warping the lines on his flannel even more, and causing a bulging crease to form along his lovehandle. ‘Ah, that’s okay,’ he said, ‘I’m pretty much retired these days. You’d be giving me something to do. And anyway, you can pay me back in these! Ha ha!’ And he nudged his multipacks forth a smidge, causing little dunks and clugs.

Jay smiled back and nodded probably like a maniac.

‘Sounds good.’

(Sounds fantastic, more like), he thought. (David working up a sweat beside me all day long.

And in return, I get to balloon his belly full of beer.)

Fattening Factory 2 - The Cheesecake Chomper

"Welcome to the Cheesecake Chomper!

You’re in for a real treat here, I tell you. You like cheesecake, don’t you? What am I saying? Everybody likes cheesecake. Well, here in my factory we make it on an industrial scale. Hell, we do everything big here, haha. Every flavor you can think of too - we got raspberry, vanilla fudge, cookie dough - you name it. That’s how we get our fatboys so big, you see, we just overload ‘em with creamy fattening calories all day long. Ain’t ever had a complaint yet!

I can tell by the way you eat that you’ve got real potential, boy. Real potential. Why, this is only your second machine and just look at you! Already blowing up like a hog at the fair! I think you’re enjoying this, am I right?

Haha, of course I’m right. You just keep on eating, son...

Up we get, come on now. I know you’re feeling real heavy at this point. That’s normal. I wanna get you set up for the next machine..."

(NOTE: The full story, all 5 scenes animated, is available for Titan Tier HERE)

Sneak Peek: More Dad Next Door

"He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it entirely, slinging it over the bathtub and getting down onto his ass to inspect the cabinet beneath the bathroom faucet.

It was all done so casually, Jay’s brain couldn’t immediately choose between answering the question or staring at The Dad's wide, bare shoulders and biceps. Or the inverted crescent moon of hairy belly now on display where his vest top couldn’t wholly contain it. A thick slab of man-gut, bobbing with each of its owner’s movements."

Here's another early look at my upcoming illustrating story 'The Dad Next Door'. As you can see he's a big bellied, big muscled DIY daddy bear who's pretty used to getting his hands dirty!

The story will be coming in a few weeks' time, I'm just working my way through the illustrations now.

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Jackson Returns, 2 (Artwork - full-colour)

LOKITU"S NOTE: For those haven't read it, you can find Jackson's story leading up to this point HERE.

STORY:

Jackson was irritated at the length of time this was taking. His feeding tube had been removed, 30 minutes or more by his reckoning, and all he could do was slightly wiggle to demonstrate his frustration. His jiggling waving down toward Finley’s hands. 

Noticing the ripples, Finley looked up at Jackson’s squished face. He was definitely agitated, and no doubt grumpy.

Delighted at the sight, Finley took both hands and grabbed Jackson’s side. This "love handle" was so heavy that he needed both arms to lift it. 

He could feel the warmth of the fat in his hands, squeezing it between his fingers. It was thrilling. 

"Look at what we have here, Jackson! If you wanted me to shake you, just ask!" 

Angry, Jackson tried to respond to Finley’s harassment. But his body failed him. All he could do was silently rage and get red in the face.

“I’m not hearing an answer! Heh heh. Use your words!"

All the while Jackson wobbled and shook. 

Damn you, Finnley…, Jackson thought.

Smiling, Finley let go of Jackson’s side. The fat rolls slowly changing shape as his finger impressions smoothed out. 

“Alright, alright. I know you're hungry. I've kept you waiting long enough.”

Satisfied with his teasing, Finley grabbed his towel to finish cleaning Jackson. But after a moment he paused and gazed up.

The beauty before him was something he couldn't get enough of. It was a sight to behold.

Finley started jiggling Jackson’s fat again. Up and down. Even the slightest touch would send ripples across his body. 

Taking the towel, dripping with sweat, he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating and strangely familiar. He remembered this smell from the locker room at training. Even then he must have harboured hidden desires about Jackson. Wanting him all to himself, enormous, obedient and still. 

He had taken over Jackson's whole life. And without question he was the better athlete now.

Breaking his fantasy, Finley looked down at the expanding bulge in his pants. 

Dropping the towel, he walked back over to his coat. Taking out his phone, he texted his assistant asking her to cancel the morning meeting. 

Oh, and to send over two dozen donuts right away.

He smiled and stared back up at Jackson. 

They were going to have a long night. 

Jackson Returns, 2 (Artwork - two-tone)

LOKITU"S NOTE: For those haven't read it, you can find Jackson's story leading up to this point HERE.

STORY:

Jackson was irritated at the length of time this was taking. His feeding tube had been removed, 30 minutes or more by his reckoning, and all he could do was slightly wiggle to demonstrate his frustration. His jiggling waving down toward Finley’s hands. 

Noticing the ripples, Finley looked up at Jackson’s squished face. He was definitely agitated, and no doubt grumpy.

Delighted at the sight, Finley took both hands and grabbed Jackson’s side. This "love handle" was so heavy that he needed both arms to lift it. 

He could feel the warmth of the fat in his hands, squeezing it between his fingers. It was thrilling. 

"Look at what we have here, Jackson! If you wanted me to shake you, just ask!" 

Angry, Jackson tried to respond to Finley’s harassment. But his body failed him. All he could do was silently rage and get red in the face.

“I’m not hearing an answer! Heh heh. Use your words!"

All the while Jackson wobbled and shook. 

Damn you, Finnley…, Jackson thought.

Smiling, Finley let go of Jackson’s side. The fat rolls slowly changing shape as his finger impressions smoothed out. 

“Alright, alright. I know you're hungry. I've kept you waiting long enough.”

Satisfied with his teasing, Finley grabbed his towel to finish cleaning Jackson. But after a moment he paused and gazed up.

The beauty before him was something he couldn't get enough of. It was a sight to behold.

Finley started jiggling Jackson’s fat again. Up and down. Even the slightest touch would send ripples across his body. 

Taking the towel, dripping with sweat, he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating and strangely familiar. He remembered this smell from the locker room at training. Even then he must have harboured hidden desires about Jackson. Wanting him all to himself, enormous, obedient and still. 

He had taken over Jackson's whole life. And without question he was the better athlete now.

Breaking his fantasy, Finley looked down at the expanding bulge in his pants. 

Dropping the towel, he walked back over to his coat. Taking out his phone, he texted his assistant asking her to cancel the morning meeting. 

Oh, and to send over two dozen donuts right away.

He smiled and stared back up at Jackson. 

They were going to have a long night. 

Fattening Factory 1 - The Cream Compressor

"Welcome! Come on in, son. Just follow me. We’re real happy to have you here at the Fattening Factory. I’m sure you’ve heard all about us - we’ve been growing fatboys here for, ohh, a long time now. Years! And we’re pretty darn good at it too, if I do say so myself, haha!

We got all the machines and gizmos you can think of - all ready to fatten you up, stuff you nice and tight and get that belly of yours bigger and bigger! How’s that sound to ya? Sounds pretty good, don’t it?

Well come right this way, son.

I got something I wanna show you.

Just sit yourself down there, that’s it. Get nice and comfortable."

"Now this here machine is what we call the Cream Compressor. See that big ol’ piston over there? What that’s doing is pushing all of this thick, heavy cream down and down, squeezing it into the tube that’s going straight into your mouth. Pretty impressive, right? Haha. You don’t have to say anything, you just chug it down and enjoy yourself now, you hear? That’s it.

We like to use this one on the newbies since it’s so good at blowing up the gut, really expanding it outwards, you know what I’m saying? It gets you all nice and stretched, making room for more.

And that’s the whole point of the exercise, isn’t it? There’s gonna be a whole lot more of you by the time I’m finished with ya. That I can guarantee.

You need a hand getting up, son? We’re moving on to the next machine now..."

(NOTE: The full story, all 5 scenes animated, is available for Titan Tier HERE)

Coach McBulk (full-colour)

Coach wants you nicely tight and full, got it? In return you get a free ticket to the gun show. Commission for Anon.

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