Big Grwp

"Yeah man, what do you think of my gains? I've been hitting the gym pretty hard this past year. Though, you know what they say: you've got to eat big to get big. Real muscles are built in the kitchen. And the bar. And the buffet. And a few drive-thrus...

You knew that look. The one that screamed, "Dear God, what have I done to myself"? Every gainer goes through it. It might be a ripped pair of pants, failing to tie your shoes, a stranger's lingering glance on your heavy frame... You reach that point where you question every choice that led you to your current state. "Is this my will, or the whim of a fading kink?". It takes you three seconds of doubt to answer that question: you want to be fat. It's the reason you eagerly weighed yourself every morning through the first 20 lbs. It's the reason you started ordering a second, third, fourth entree every night out. It's the reason you hold dearly to every outgrown item, a physical measurement of your progress. To define it as a mere kink, a "fattening fetish", is a grave injustice to your very identity. For you are driven by more than pleasure, greed, gluttony, lust, approval, or even acceptance.

You are fat for yourself.

Once everyone leaves, and it's just the two of them, of course there will be some frustration from the feedee. "What the hell was that?!", "How could you do that to me?!", etc., etc. But then there's a knock at the door. Just outside are several bags of takeout. So soon after everyone left, the feeder had to have ordered it during the intervention. The feedee turns, and the feeder is right there, taking the feedee's love handles and pulling them close.