Super Star

(This story is also found on bellybuilders)



Life can be finicky sometimes. You think you're doing well and on the climb, only for something to tear everything out from under you and cause you to come crashing down to rock bottom. It happens not often than you think. Especially to those that don't ever deserve it. This is what happened to a friend of mine. George.

George was a business man. He owned a restaurant out in Arizona, selling Italian food. It was delicious, I always made sure to eat there any time I drove through town. His 6 foot frame was often seen scurrying around the restaurant, balancing several plates down his muscular arms, his lean figure allowing him to zigzag in between customers and tables with ease. He was doing well for himself. Staying healthy, keeping his hair and beard trimmed. Making a living.

I didn't know what exactly changed. But one day when driving through his town, I made a stop at his restaurant, only to find it closed and boarded up. Thinking this odd I called his cell, only to discover it was no longer in service. Not knowing what else to do, I turned around and started heading back home.

It wasn't until I was passing the park when I noticed a man walking the sidewalk in tattered clothes. I had to take a double take when I recognized him. I pulled over and rolled down my window to talk with George. He had explained everything; how he thought he was doing well, only to realize that all the lones he had borrowed were costing him too much weekly and monthly. Between loans, bills, and staff he had more money going out than coming in. Eventually he was forced to close the doors. In turn, this cost him everything. Unable to pay bills the bank took back his restaurant and home, dealerships too back his car, and he could no longer pay his phone bill and had to sell the phone just to get food. He now spent his nights sleeping under the table at the public park.

I couldn't bare to see my friend suffer like this. So I made the only logical suggestion. He was going to come live with me, and I would help him get back on his feet. He tried to deny my offer, but I wasn't having it. I got him in the car, stopped at a nearby store to get him some clothes, followed by a truck stop for a shower. I was a very successful steamer on twitch and YouTube, I could afford to help my friend out after all.

By the time we got back to my house, he was in fresh clothes, with a new hair cut and beard trim. He looked like his old self, minus a tiny bit of muscle mass, but nothing extreme. That night I had to do a stream for my fans and introduced George to them all, who came onto the screen eating a burger we had bought on the way up. It wasn't until someone donated $100 when I got an idea. The donation was to help support George with a note attached saying "Eat up big guy. Only one way left to go and that's up."

The next week was spent by me getting everything in order for a stream that would turn George away from the low bar and make him a super star. Plus, it was going to play to the desires I had always kept buried deep down. He was skeptical and uneasy about it at first, but after his first stream and making $500 in two hours, he gave in fully.

It's now month four and I hit record on the stream to onlyfans.

"Hey everyone, it's now been four months since George moved in. You all have been so amazing and forthcoming in helping my friend grow, in more ways than one. Now, you all know the drill for every-"

*BING*
FLAPJACK has donated $50
- let's get to chow town-

"FLAPJACK, thank you so much for the donation of $50, deciding to start our big guy off. As you all know, every ten dollars donated means another gulp for George. Let's see how many buttons he can pop today."

I stepped aside, out of camera view, to reveal George in a scout leader's uniform. Green shorts, tan buttoned shirt, leather hiking boots, green socks up his shins, complete with the badges and hankerchief. He was back to his good old muscular self, with two exceptions. One, he was chained to an X shaped stand, wrists shackled at head level, and ankles at the ground. And second, he now sported a plump bulbous belly on his middle, that was already stretching his shirt taut across its surface.

Next to him stood a machine on the ground, with a hose running up the wall, with the nozzle hanging down in front of his face. This machine was a pump, which would push fluids up the hose to the mouth piece, which he could then take into his mouth and bite down to start the flow. If he didn't drink, then I had a lever I could pull on the nozzle to continue the flow manually. If he still didn't drink, he wore a cock ring that worked like a shock collar, which I could activate just strong enough to give him motivation. Along with this, George had a hand gesture he could give with his fingers, acting as a sort of safe word for us to stop and close off the night's stream. Next to the pump stood a table with 5 pitchers standing on it, each with two gallons worth of gainer shakes. I could pour these into the machine to fuel George's intake.

I stepped up next to George and gave his belly a rub. "Drink up big guy. We got a long way to go."

He put his head forward and took the nozzle into his mouth and bit down. The machine roared to life as he took one, then two, then three, four, and five big gulps. He let the nozzle fall from his mouth and gave a UUURRRRPP while I rubbed his gut.

"Good job. But there is still so much more to go. Just look at those pitchers on the table there, everyone. Who's going to be the next to-" BING. And just like that, the donations came flying in.

Jojonitch donated $100

Bazingertwink donated $80

Cubalicious donated $70

Gangbang donated $120

FeederForce donated $200

The donations came flying in, one after the other. With a look and rub to his belly, George began to chug. It didn't take long before the first picture was emptied with a loud UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP! As he chugged, his gut gradually swelled bigger and bigger. He was wearing a 3XL shirt, and by the 30 minute mark he popped the first button.

"Whoo! There at go! First button gone. That means the next donator gets the button and this year's sexy calender of George and his distended gut. Who will it-" BING

FeederForce donated $100
- eat up porker-

"Thank you FeederForce got another $100 donation, and congrats on being the new proud owner George's button and magazine. I will contact you later for your mailing info and get that sent to you. Now, there are still several more buttons to go. Let's see the damage we can do."

Over the next hour and a half I only had to shock George once, but even then it was just to be playful. Throughout the course of time and all the donations, George had managed to pop the remaining 4 buttons, before his entire gut was exposed and bulging drastically through the opening. Giving the entire stream an amazing view of swollen, straining, bulbous hairy belly. I even pulled back the flaps of the shirt to show his bulging love handles. Each button was going to another viewer who had donated.

It wasn't until a donation of $250 dollars came in on the last bit of the last pitcher, that George started slowing down. With me wanting to give the viewers a show and knowing that George wanted this as much as I did. I reached up and turned the lever on the nozzle, letting the thick shake flow into his mouth. He was still slow to swallow, until I buried my finger into his tight navel. His eyes lit up and he began chugging with gusto. Though with each swallow I could tell it was getting harder and harder for him. He even started thrashing a bit, leaning forward then back, groaning louder and louder, until he was practically screaming between gulps.

There was a loud CRACK followed instantly by a SNAP CLACK ZZZT. As George slurped the machine dry, I watched as his shorts fell to the floor, having not been wearing underway, this revealed his fully erect throbbing and dripping cock. The nozzle fell from his mouth and he released a massive RRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!

I looked up with a knowing smile, and while looking utterly exhausted he gave me a nod and the hand gesture.

I turned to the stream. "Hot damn, you all pumped the big guy so full that he blew his belt and lost his shorts. That means only one thing-"

BING BING
DaddyHogFarmer has donated $500
- great job you big hog. Come visit daddy on his farm one day-

"Thank you so much DaddyHogFarmer for that $500 donation, making you the proud owner of our hog's entire uniform tonight. This includes the shirt, hankerchief, badges and all. Along with the shorts, socks, and the belt. I think the big guy and I may even take you up on that invite to your farm. Anything to make or hog bigger, right? Now, this is sadly where we sign off tonight. I need to get the big guy taken care of, and contact each of you for your prizes. Thank you again, and remember. There is only one way to go, and that's up."

I signed off the stream and checked the total donations before I walked over to my groaning belching hog. His gut so large and round that it stuck out in front of him a good three feet now. "Congrats, babe. You did great. You made over $2,000 tonight."

He smiled weakly, sweat on his brow. "Heh, anything... for you... ba-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAABE!"

"Awe, don't worry my big grizzly hog. I'll get you out of that and onto the bed for our real fun." I bent down and began undoing his ankles from the restraints. As I was about to stand I bumped my head into the taut hairy under side of his belly. He groaned in pain and released another large UUUURRRRRRRRRP as his cock unloaded onto my face and chest. With each URRP URRP his cock spurted again and again, until eventually subsiding. I stood and smiled with my cum covered self.

He chuckled, "Sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore."

I wiped the cum on his shirt for the donator with a laugh. "It's okay." I said, leaning into his hairy sphere as I undid his wrists, forcing another belch out of him. "But, I still haven't had my fill. Let's get you to bed and that belly and ass ready for my cock."

"UUUUURRRRRPPP! Yes sir." He smiled and we both waddled him to the room, both of us carrying his heavy gut on our hands.