🌴 Island Gainer 🌴

It’s a sweltering hot summers day, mid July.

Barry and a few of his mates had decided to go down to the beach to cool off - this is his first swim of the year and he is currently at home rummaging through his wardrobe to trying to find some bathers to wear.

He stands in front of the mirror and notes his massive jiggly belly staring back at him - he’s well aware he’s put on a good few pounds recently.

At long last, he finds a pair at the back, from last summer. He lays on the bed on his back, wriggling around, trying desperately to fit the shorts over his thickened, doughy thighs. Eventually, after much struggle, he does so, and lies there panting, his huge belly contracting in and out.

“Phew, he thinks to himself. Have I really put on THAT much weight since last year?” He hauls himself into the bathroom and stands on the scale… he is greeted by the number 336 lbs staring him back in the face. “Fuck,” Barry sighs, as he slaps his heavy round gut, the lard rippling right up to his flabby chest. “Can I really go to the beach like this?”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yo, Bazza! What’s up?”

Barry’s friend Davey has arrived.

He is the epitome of the beach-ready jock stereotype. Tanned skin, toned chest and six-pack abs. Works as a personal trainer in the local gym.

“Come in”, says Barry, reluctantly. Davey barges into the living room.

“Woaaahhh,” Davey stares at Barry, taken aback by his humongous frame, softened moobs and big, plush belly.

“Bro, you‘ve gotten fat as fuck!”, Davey teases, poking him in the belly.

“I know”, Barry replies, his cheeks reddening. “I can’t got to the beach like this”.

“Hmm… that’s okay, we don’t have to go”, Davey whispers. “I’m a PT, I can coach you”.

Barry says nothing , but they exchange a look of with one another. A look of longing. Of lust… gluttony even. They have been friends for a long time, but today there seems to be a spark in the air. A mutual understanding with one another.

Davey goes into the kitchen. He arrives back swiftly holding a tub of ice cream, a six-pack of donuts and a liter bottle of coke. He turns to Barry,

“Eat up fat boy. It’s time to get you even BIGGER”.

Barry is in shock - the adrenaline starts racing through him. He can’t believe this is happening. Deep down, he loved his newfound fatness and lazy lifestyle, plus he had always found Davey seriously hot. Now here he is, food in hand ready to fatten him up. This is a dream come true!

Barry obliges, leaning back in his chair, which creaks under his weight. He opens his mouth, as Davey begins to shovel in spoonfuls of ice-cream, followed by donut after donut, all while rubbing his enormous, bloated gut.

James was a new trainee at the office, straight from Uni. He swore at the time that he would never let himself get fat working a desk job, yet here is, two years later, and a whole 35lbs fatter.

His wool jumper, which was loose fitting when he first started, is now stretched to max capacity. His moobs are prominent, and his soft, round gut hangs out proudly in front of him.

He is constantly playing with his belly and making little jokes and references to the fact he’s getting fat - he likes making his colleagues laugh.

Yesterday, he tried squeezing through a gap between one bank of desks and another. He says, jokingly “I’ve eaten too much I can’t fit” and everyone around him laughs. But they knew it was true - what an absolute chunk James had become!