Bruce becomes addicted to fat

"One day when you were makeing your weekly visit to the beach on holiday,you notice a particular looking shark on the beach,clearly an expert swimmer,as you sit on your towel,you keep focusing on the shark,as the shark surfs on a wave he notices your gaze,as he rides out the wave he reaches the shore and approaches you,in a deep husky voice he asks"Well hi there mate,what brings you to the sea side on this lovely day"His gaze not leaving yours for a second"

"Bruce grins and winks back, his eyes darting up and down Michael's body." "Well, hello there, beautiful. I would love to join you for dinner. But here's the catch, I'll be the main course, mate!" "He laughs and gives Michael a playful nudge with his elbow." "I'm just kidding, I'd love to grab some grub with you. Any place in mind?"

"Bruce raises an eyebrow and smirks at Michael, enjoying the sensation of his hand on his ass." "Oh, that sounds like quite the tantalizing offer. I must admit, I'm a bit of a foodie myself. I'd love to see what kind of masterpiece you can cook up for me." "He leans in closer to Michael and whispers in his ear." "But just so we're clear, mate, I'm not the only thing that's gonna be whipped up tonight."

"Bruce nods his head and smiles at Michael, giving him a quick wink." "Alright, I'll meet you at your place. Just let me grab my things." "He makes his way back to his beach bag and pulls out a towel and a change of clothes before heading to the public restrooms to change. After a few minutes, he emerges wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a navy blue tank top, his furry chest and arms on full display." "Ready when you are, mate."

"Bruce follows Michael closely, appreciating the way his body felt and moved against his own as they walked. When they arrive at Michael's place, the sight and smells of the delicious feast make Bruce's stomach growl audibly. As he sits down to eat, he can't help but notice the extra appetizers that were added to his plate." "Wow, mate, this looks absolutely amazing. You really outdid yourself here." "He digs into the food with gusto, barely pausing to take a breath between bites." "Mmm, these appetizers are delicious. You sure know how to cook, Michael." "As he eats, his hunger begins to grow even stronger, making him want to devour everything in sight."

"Bruce groans softly and leans into Michael's touch, feeling a sense of comfort and relaxation wash over him." "Mmm, that feels good," he mutters, his gaze fixed on Michael's face. As he listens to Michael's proposal, Bruce can feel his cock twitch with excitement, the idea of spending more time with this sexy human making him feel incredibly aroused. He nods his head eagerly, his eyes lighting up with desire. "Hell yeah, mate. That sounds like an amazing trade to me. I would love to go on a date with you." "He grins widely at Michael, feeling a surge of anticipation and excitement building inside him."

"Bruce smiles at Michael and leans in to kiss him back, savoring the taste of his lips." "Hey, handsome. I'm always ready to surf with you," he replies, his eyes twinkling with excitement. As they get ready to hit the waves, Bruce notices that his clothes feel a bit tighter than usual, but he doesn't think much of it. As the day goes on, he finds himself getting hungrier and hungrier, craving more food to satiate his appetite. And whenever he thinks about food, he can't help but crave unhealthy, fatty foods that will satisfy his taste buds. After a long day of surfing, Bruce is famished and looks to Michael to provide him with sustenance. "What's for dinner, babe?" he asks, his stomach growling loudly.

"Bruce looks at Michael with excitement, his eyes practically lighting up with delight." "Oh hell yeah, mate! Burgers and fries sound amazing right now," he exclaims, his stomach growling even louder than before. As they dig into the greasy, unhealthy meal, Bruce can feel his body swelling with each bite, his hunger only intensifying as he eats. He doesn't mind the extra weight that he's putting on, however, finding himself drawn to the sensation of being stuffed full of delicious food. And as he looks into Michael's eyes, he knows without a doubt that he's in love with this man, no matter what form he takes or how he looks.

"As weeks turn to months, Michael can see the effects of all the food he has been feeding Bruce. With each passing day, Bruce's body continues to grow and expand, his clothes becoming tighter and tighter as he gains more and more weight. Even though Bruce doesn't seem to be bothered by his growing size, Michael can tell that it's starting to affect him in other ways. He's slower now, less active than he used to be, unable to surf or engage in the physical activities that once brought him so much joy. Despite all this, Michael can't bring himself to stop feeding Bruce, enjoying the power he feels knowing that he's responsible for his lover's transformation."

"As Bruce rummages through the apartment, he stumbles upon Michael's stash of appetizers hidden away in a cupboard. As he stares at the food, he realizes with a sudden start that his weight gain hasn't been accidental or inexplicable as he'd previously thought. It's because of Michael's constant feeding that he's become this massive, bloated shark. A wave of anger and betrayal washes over him, the realization of how much he's been manipulated by the person he loves hitting him like a ton of bricks. He looks around their home, taking note of how it's been altered to accommodate his larger size, and feels an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. For the first time, he begins to see himself from an outsider's perspective and is shocked at how he's let himself go." "Michael, we need to talk," he says finally

"Michael returns home to find Bruce sitting on the couch, holding a plate of the remaining appetizers in his hands. Bruce's expression is one of sadness and anger, and Michael can tell from the look in his eyes that something is very wrong." "What's going on?" Michael asks nervously, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. Bruce takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice filled with emotion. "I found your stash of appetizers today," he says, holding up the plate for emphasis. "I know you've been feeding me, manipulating me into getting fat."

Bruce sets the plate of appetizers down on the nearby table and looks at Michael with tears welling up in his eyes. "How could you do this to me, Michael?" he asks, his voice quavering with emotion. "You knew how much surfing meant to me, how important it was for me to stay in shape. And you took that all away from me, just so you could control what I eat." His voice breaks and he sobs openly, unable to contain the pain and heartbreak he's feeling. Michael can see the hurt written all over Bruce's face and feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He knows he's made a terrible mistake and realizes too late the consequences of his actions.

Bruce looks at Michael in shock, disbelief written across his face. "You...you what?" he asks, his voice trembling with confusion and hurt. "You're saying that you wanted me to get fat, that you find my body attractive just because it's bigger now?" He shakes his head in disbelief, not able to comprehend the logic behind Michael's words. "I can't believe this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "All this time, I thought you loved me for who I was, not what I looked like." Michael can see the devastation written across Bruce's face and feels a pang of regret for having caused him so much pain.

Bruce looks at Michael with a mixture of anger and hurt, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "How could you do this to me?" he asks, his voice filled with emotion. "You have no right to manipulate my body like this just because it's what turns you on. What about what I want? What about what makes me happy?" He shakes his head in disbelief, clearly struggling to process everything that Michael has revealed to him. "I can't even look at you right now," he says, getting up off the couch and walking towards the door. "I need some time to think about all this." As he reaches the door, he turns around one last time and says, "And don't bother following me."

"Bruce can't help but stare at his reflection, feeling a range of emotions wash over him as he takes in the sight of his overweight body. He feels ashamed and embarrassed about how much he's let himself go, but at the same time, he can't deny the fact that part of him finds his body attractive now. As he runs his hands over his belly and chest, he feels a surge of arousal that he can't suppress." "What's wrong with me?" he whispers to himself, unable to understand why he's so turned on by his own body. "Why does this feel so good?" He spends several moments staring at himself in the mirror, trying to make sense of everything that's happened between him and Michael. Part of him wants to leave and never look back, but another part of him wonders if there's a way to salvage their relationship,

As Bruce looks at his reflection, he begins to imagine the times Michael fed him, trying to piece together the puzzle and unravel the mystery behind his weight gain. He recalls how Michael often cooked up large meals, encouraging Bruce to eat more than he normally would. He remembers how Michael would slip extra food onto his plate and urge him to finish it, always with a sly smile on his face. And he thinks back to the times when Michael seemed particularly turned on by his growing gut and moobs, giving them extra attention during sex. As he pieces all these memories together, the realization slowly dawns on him that Michael had been secretly fattening him up all along, driven by his own fetish for larger men. He can't help but feel betrayed and angry that Michael would manipulate him like this, but at the same time, he can't deny the excitement that comes

with the realization. He finds himself getting aroused at the thought of Michael feeding him and encouraging him to eat more, submitting to Michael's desires and allowing himself to grow even larger. Despite feeling angry and betrayed, part of Bruce can't help but feel turned on by the idea of indulging in Michael's fetish and playing out his fantasies. "What's wrong with me?" he asks himself again, feeling confused and conflicted about how he's feeling. As he continues to look at himself in the mirror, he can't help but wonder what will happen next between him and Michael.

Bruce tries to take a shower to clear his head and push away those arousing thoughts, but they keep coming back stronger. The hot water seems to be doing more harm than good, making his body feel even more sensitive and leaving him frustrated. He starts to feel like he's losing control over his own body, overwhelmed by the rush of conflicting emotions he's experiencing. In frustration, he punches the wall of the shower, boiling with rage, unsure of how to process all this turmoil. Fear and shame start to replace his usual confidence as he realizes that he's becoming a victim to his own desires.

Bruce's growing arousal only adds to his frustration, as he realizes that he's becoming a slave to his own desires. He tries to shake the images of Michael feeding him out of his head, convinced that they're causing this uncontrollable response. But the harder he tries to push them away, the more intensely they seem to grip him. As he sinks to his knees in the shower, he feels his cock growing even harder, betraying him in ways he never expected. He reaches down to grab it, trying to resist the urges that are taking hold of him. But as he strokes himself, he feels his willpower slipping away, replaced by a growing desire to act out the fantasies that Michael has awakened within him. "No," he whispers to himself, trying to resist the temptation. But deep down, he knows that he's already lost.

As he continues to stroke himself, Bruce becomes more and more aware of his growing gut and moobs. A part of him is turned on by the idea of them, but another part is ashamed of how much he's let himself go. It feels like Michael has taken control of his body and mind, and that no matter how hard he tries to resist, he's powerless against his own desires.

Yet still Bruce tries to keep himself in check. He knows that this isn't who he wants to be, that he doesn't want to be someone who's controlled by his own fetishes. But as he plays with his belly and moobs, he can feel himself slipping further and further away from his old self, becoming someone new, someone who's excited by the thought of getting fatter and indulging Michael's fantasies. He knows that he's playing with fire,

"No..." Bruce whispers, struggling with the growing desires that have taken control of his body. But it's becoming too much to resist. He raises his voice and starts talking about how he wants to be fattened up by Michael, as if Michael is there with him in the shower. "Yes...feed me, make me bigger," he says, his voice growing more and more urgent. He can feel himself slipping away, becoming lost in the fantasies that Michael has awakened within him. His fingers move faster over his cock, and he starts to moan loudly, indulging in the pleasure of his own body. Despite his initial resistance, Bruce has given in to himself completely, no longer able to resist the siren song of Michael's fetish.

After drying himself off, Bruce can't help but feel pleased with his now large and fat body. He picks up his phone and calls Michael, telling him exactly how he feels. He talks passionately about how Michael has corrupted him, how he's obsessed with gaining more weight, and how it all turns him on like nothing else before. Despite knowing that Michael has secretly fattened him up against his will, he doesn't care anymore. He's lost in the pleasure of his own body, unable to resist the overwhelming desires that consume him. He talks about wanting more, asking Michael to feed him endlessly until he becomes as big as a house. Bruce has become a slave to his own lust and fantasies, and he loves every moment of it.