Gainer boy in the making🐷

like, public is one thing. strangers you'll never see again. but the stakes are higher being caught by soneone you'll see every day for who knows how long.

I want you to constantly feel that you're taking up space. You know, that feeling where your brain hasn't quite adjusted to your new size; where you find yourself bumping into furniture or doorways... that you could swear were wider just two days ago. I want you to start noticing that your kitchen counter seems higher than it did before... Or maybe, your gut finally hangs so low that it kisses the countertop when you're looking for a snack. I want you to wonder why all of your clothes suddenly seem to have shrunk in the wash. After all, the nice pair of jeans you just bought must be poor quality... The button flew off the second you sat down, but it's not like you've been eating enough to stuff a stoned linebacker, right?

You haven't been eating much at all, have you? Some avocado toast for breakfast... Followed by two mcgriddles and a huge iced coffee. A salad for lunch... accompanied by a triple decker burger and a massive basket of cheese fries. And dinner, since you ate so healthy and light during the day, you treat yourself to a pizza... Or two... Or three. And fuck it, why not some ice cream too? You've been good, you deserve a treat, don't you? You couldn't possibly have outgrown your clothes eating like that. That's crazy!

But yes, I want you to feel heavier.

Not only in the sense that I can fit my entire head beneath your massive tit, but in the sense that you can *feel* yourself growing... Stretching... Spreading wider. You can feel your supple, cellulite dimpled flesh getting softer, bathing you in a cozy blanket of lard. I want you to feel weighed down by your body, to question why you should ever have to get off the couch... To ever have to do anything beside eating and getting fatter.

Yes baby, I want you to feel heavier.

Since I’m shy talking about it, you decide to take matters into your own hands to figure out exactly what I like. After tying me up, you unlock my phone and find the stuff I look at in private, mocking me for thinking I was smart enough to be able to hide it from you. You start touching me as you scroll, amused by what you’re seeing. “Oh, so you want me That big? Is this not enough for you?” you ask as you grab your own stomach, shaking it up and down and pressing your weight onto me. I protest and try to explain that I love you how you are, but you just smile knowingly and keep showing me content. “Do you like this? How about this??..” Video after video plays, showing massive people, displays of gluttony, and too-tight clothing as I get more and more embarrassed. There’s nothing to hide from you anymore, and there’s no un-knowing this stuff. “Oh my god, you really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” you say with a laugh. You move down to inspect me more closely, telling me to hold still for you. 

“Do you want to make me even fatter?” You progress from touching to full on finger fucking me.

“Please??”

Some of you are becoming addicted to the lifestyle. You’re stuffing yourself everyday. You were barely chubby a couple years ago and now by all measures you’re a fat porker. You get off every day to how much lard you’re packing on. You’ve become incredibly lazy. You get out of breath doing basic tasks.

What you don’t realize is that your metabolism has cratered. All the overeating and lack of movement has led to a quiet atrophying of muscle mass, which has caused your metabolism to slow to a crawl. You could pull yourself out of this cycle, but you’re already addicted. You have no willpower.

In the next few years you are going to get alarmingly fat. People will be concerned about you. You’ll be unrecognizable to your former self. You’ll break chairs, beds, couches. You’ll be too fat to fit in any of your friends cars. You’ll enter doorways at an angle so not to bump your fat hips into the door frame.

How adorable, getting all excited just for food and the idea of getting your tummy full. I'm glad to know we're on the same page, darling. Because I have a thing for fattening up pretty things just like you, ones that have a ravenous appetite and a passion for growing and softening up their body.

Aww don't get shy, I'm sure we're gonna have some fun with your appetite and weight now that there are no secrets between us. Isn't that the reason why you told me? To get a firm helping hand to fatten you up to your goal weight? To get you more food and belly rubs when you're too full to move? I'm sure you'll enjoy getting fed and spoiled.

Oh, everyone in my family comments it because I’ve crossed that critical point where I’ve grown this fat gut. Even my mom tells me for example „look how fat your belly is or „you are obese, please take care of yourself and lose some weight „