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Problem is: it isn't advertised for gainers, people think it's just a regular candy bar. And it's been super hot out lately.....

That's a good way to bring out chaos. The creators of this candy bar (definitely not me) didn't just have gainers in mind - or maybe they had in mind that everyone COULD be a future gainer. So, through this chaotic method, it'll definitely take a while for people to find out that the candy bar is at fault.

After all, it triggers when they drink water - they might have teams examine the water, as previously fit people protest at how big their waistlines got over a single day. They might not even be believed at first, until the city's services see people literally GROWING fatter and heavier in front of their very eyes, gasping as their clothes become tighter due to the immense pressure building from the billowing fat inside them. The blubbery, wobbly bodies surging en masse just from drinking water. Apparently.

Though the tests in the water give out nothing. Only when someone ties in the new candy bars being eaten, and realizes the connection between them and water, will they try to stop this brand from selling more candy bars, due to in a month, doubling the average weight in the entire city~

The problem is...the gainers might have already took hold of as many of those candy bars as possible, banned or not, And unlike those unaware people that got affected, they desperately WANT to be massive. So they'll eat as many candy bars as they can before chugging a gallon of water, squirming in bliss as they feel the effects surging through their ever swelling, fattening bodies.

Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds piling up on their bodies. Gainers who were proud in growing 50 pounds in several months, now tripling their body weight in a single DAY.

At first, Hero A wants to jump back into action, despite being far too injured until eventually, Hero B is able to convince them that, no, you need to chill and rest and heal. As a byproduct of that healing, Hero A gains a significant amount of weight over the next few months, finally giving their body a chance to actually relax and recuperate for once. Hero B gently encourages them to keep eating their fill, have seconds, have snacks on the side - basically just enjoying the way that Hero A fills out. Hero A also enjoys it, and the two have a sort of unspoken understanding that "hey, this is actually super hot..."

Gaining weight in a feedist relationship is so romantic!

It’s romantic to spend time together eating. Whether it’s mutual gaining or a feeder/feedee dynamic, eating a delicious and fattening meal is quality time. You have an enjoyable time eating your fill (and then some), and once you’re stuffed full, you sensually rub your belly(ies).

Of course, as feedists, we’re fans of fatness. It’s sexy! And it’s romantic to get sexier for another person. Every extra pound is a testament to your partner’s love. The longer the relationship lasts, the bigger you get, the more your shared love shows. A big belly is a feedist engagement ring.

But the most romantic part of gaining weight is wearing it on your body. Throughout the world, people do many things to show their love. People get tattoos. Couples get rings. Kinksters get collars. And in feedism, you get fat. You can take off jewelry, but you can’t take off fat. It’s a part of you.

Love is powerful. Love should be a real, tangible thing. And that’s what fat is. It gives love real heft. The weight you gain in a feedist relationship is a physical manifestation of the love in your relationship. And you carry it with you all the time, right there under your skin.

Something I really don’t see too much of but absolutely love is mass mutual weight gain or society wide weight gain. Stories where everyone one just starts getting fatter everywhere.

Like maybe it’s some new invention, maybe it’s corporate advertising, or maybe people just start giving into gluttony and hedonism because they just love it.

Like imagine you’re chilling and one night your roommate comes home with way more food than they normally do. You ask and they say they got a killer deal on it, one that was almost too good to be true! Over the course of the night the two of you shock yourselves by eating everything and spend the night blissed out and bloated on the couch.

The next morning as you take the bus to work, nursing your still full and sloshing belly digesting last nights feast, you notice others seemingly doing the same. Trying to rub gas out of their stomachs subtly while others who look like they’ve already put on some weight caring less about subtly.

You start finding great deals on food practically everywhere you good, leading to overindulgence becoming more of the norm. You end most nights passed out next to your roommate, the remnants of your feast surrounding you. The next morning your roommate comes to breakfast wearing practically nothing saying “it’s so much of a hassle especially since I’ll just outgrow it soon” you realize that’s pretty valid and start doing the same.

You notice a lot more changes in your everyday life, with influencers and celebrities gaining weight as part of a new social media trend. News casters discussing rising weights with a burger barely off screen waiting for them. More and more folks opting to work from home so they can spend more time relaxing and eating. You notice your neighbors pumping up as well and occasionally catch glimpses of their fattened bodies in the hall or through windows.

Your morning commute has changed too. There are more people practically spilling out of their work clothes and uniforms, many still eating the end of their large breakfasts. Two women across from you have are chatting with their morning coffee, which you’ve watched go from a small to go cup to an xxl cup that’s basically just a milkshake with coffee at this point. Mid sip, one of the women’s shirt buttons finally give and rather than me mortified at all her hat surging forward, free from its constraints, she actually moans a little and says “oh thank god that feels soooo much better”.

It’s a never ending cycle! 😈

If Spider-Man doubled his weight part 2

Once I move out and have my own place and my own space, then the fun can begin.

It'll still be REALLY fucking nice to reach 200lbs/90kg and then 100kg (220lbs) before that point though.