As Ty continued to change he found himself changing even more.
He made himself the fantasy of the studs he created.
One like Tattooed Hispanic men. The other like them fluffy. Gabriel Iglesias came to mind. And soon he was very similar. The Tattoos wrapped around the massive form. His legs expanded to be as thick as tree trunks. And the globular mounds sitting in his shorts left a butt crack going half way up his back.
The tattoos expanded to full scenes of gay rape and desire. All sorts of man on man action. It became sort of a how to manual for his studs to follow.
And they did.
Ty loved the attention he was getting from his men and although he hadn't planned on being fat he was enjoying the sensitivity that came with the added girth. He hadn't thought about the implications of his size, the added nerve endings causing him to not only want be need the touch of his studs.
This was a desire that he couldn't fight, not that he wanted to. It was more exciting than any other form of sexual activity he had ever had and he would never want to change back.
But he liked the contrast between him becoming quite the gordo and the muscle men paying attention to him.