To Eat and Grow

Tools You may Use~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• WEIGHT GAIN GOAL DATE CALCULATOR

• GAIN CALCULATOR

• BMR CALCULATOR

• MYFITNESSPAL

• FLIPP

• CALORIC INTAKE ESTIMATOR (select: Muscle Gainz)

Other Beneficial Links~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 How to Gain Weight:  

25 Foods that will Make you Hungry: 

Weight Gain Foods: 

BMI stock Charts: 

BMI Comparison Charts (40-80BMi demonstrated): 

Body Composition: 

Volume of the Human Stomach

TERMS TO KNOW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BMR | Basal Metabolic Rate. what your body needs calorie wise in order to sustain its vital functions (return to zero, aka if you laid in bed all day doing nothing what your body needs calorie wise to continue fueling itself)

BMI | body mass index

GW | Goal Weight

CW | Current Weight

LW | lowest weight

Immobile | to be bed bound, in this case as a direct or indirect result of weight gain.

FA/FFA | Fat admirer. Someone who identifies as being attracted to people who may fall along the spectrum of fatness (in obvious varying degrees)

Encourager | Someone who may or may not identify as a feeder who likes to see others eat & possibly gain weight. Often the softcore end of the FA spectrum

Feeder | Someone who either in person or online is interested in spurring or causing another person’s weight gain.

Feedee | Someone who wants to be fed to gain.

Foodee | Someone who loves food, is passionate about the culinary arts.

BHM | Big handsome man

BBW | big beautiful woman

BASIC THEORY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How does a person gain weight? In theory, whenever your calories IN are more numerous than your  calories OUT, you will see weight gain. My personal belief is this gain is compounding, as weight increase generally means activity decrease, thus being easier to continue to gain weight over time as much as your BMR will be directly impacted by your gain (more calories needed to sustain/maintain higher weight). For someone who is accidentally or unintentionally gaining, this usually looks like <500 calories more than their required BMR in a day. 500cal+BMR/BMR would in theory result in 1lb of weight gain in a week (52 weeks in a year = 52lbs). For someone who is intentionally gaining, it isn’t unheard of for someone eating a surplus of 1500-3500cal a day to see 1lbs a day (1500-3500+BMR/BMR a day = 3-7lbs a week) or 150lbs-374lbs in a year (both numbers are dramatically noticeable gains if you are hoping to do so in secret). With the help of an online encourager (and from my personal experience) you can expect to see upwards of 5-20lbs in a month gaining, while those with in person feeders often see more aggressive results. Use any of the above calculators to get your BMR as a base line - and the Prokerela calculator if you have a target date for your weight gains (ex: if you were 180lbs today and wanted to weigh 400lbs in 18 months) and it will provide you your approximate necessary caloric intake to get you to said weight by the date.

TECHNIQUES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Overview: Additional tips and tricks, methods - some old “wives tales” and other unproven sentiments.

1. Don’t drink water before or during meals. Water is a necessity, but we hear about using water as a substitute for other drinks & drinking between bites as a means to lose weight, not gain. Drink (homo) milk instead.

2. Stop drinking 1-2% or skim milk! (160 calories versus 40-75 per serving)

3. Use creamer (10%+) instead of milk in cereal.

4. Eat more often! Despite the “benefits” of gaining to be had from putting “your body into starvation mode”, this isn’t healthy nor is it a viable option in the long run. 

5. Use bigger plates & fill them!

6. Weigh yourself & keep logs of calories in & out, as well as weight !

7. If you are having a hard time because you have a fast metabolism, or have a natural inclination to be athletic/muscular - double, triple, or quadruple your current food intake !

8. Intermittent fasting can be beneficial, however try to limit food intake to hours in a day versus staggered days of eating & not eating - 12PM-8PM for example, or 12PM-12AM.

9. Nuts & carbs are your best friend.

10. peanuts, cashews, and olive oil - yogurt, fruit pies and granola bars are all healthy fatty snacks as well 

11. (Stolen from Wikihow) Eat late at night. Without even upping your food intake, changing your eating times can facilitate the weight gaining process. Have a big dinner late at night and after that? Pile on dessert. A recent study shows that people who snack after 8 p.m. have higher body mass indexes (BMIs) than people who don’t nosh at night, even though they don’t eat significantly more total daily calories

12. Eat fast food.

13. Buy snacks you love, and buy them in bulk on sale (check flipp app for coupons/flyers, go to Costco etc.)

14. Eat meal replacement snacks as a second snack or between meals.

15. Grazing can be a good maintenance trick for people trying to rewire their brains to lose weight, but consistently eating (making sure you have a snack in your hand or within your arms reach) for 10-12 hours a day is a surefire way to put on weight.

16. Use desjardin breakfast drinks, ensure, k brand, or other stir-in meal replacements in your milk on top of your meal.

17. High fat foods and high protein foods will be a major help.

18. Limit your physical activity ! Fuck walking, drive. Fuck taking the stairs, be lazy !

19. Make friends in your community that also enjoy gaining weight, or feeding - hell, even make some plus size friends who love to go out and eat- the power of having friends around who also want to snack all the time is lucrative !

For those of you who think one has to sacrifice heart healt to gain a hundred pounds, think again! As a bit of context, I took this reading during the day when I’m at my most active. At night/early morning, my resting heart rate drops to about 60-65 bpm and I’ve measured my blood pressure as low as 95/60. That’s right, I’ve got the heart of a race horse beating beneath these pudgy man boobs! What’s my secret? Well, I learned some do’s and dont’s from my first major gain. On that gain, I got into the pre-hypertension ranges and a had much poorer quality of health. This time around, I’ve made some changes.

Diet:

In my mega binges, where I can consume as many as 12,000 calories, I am sure to eat only healthy foods. That means lots of nuts (chocolate-covered, nutrition bars, spreads), plenty of non-sugar carbs such as breads, pastas, rice, whole wheat pancakes, oat meal, etc. I also try to get my fats from non-refined sources whenever possible, such as cheese, dairy in general, olive oil, avocado. I get proteins from predominantly white meats such as pork and chicken (I’m not a fish fan, tho). I still will eat red meat here and there, but I’m more conservative about it. My junk foods come from healthy stores like Trader Joe’s, Whole Foods, etc.

I have also cut out dyes (natural alternatives include caramel color, annatto, beta carotene, beats, fruit/vegetable juices, etc.), harmful preservatives like BHA/BHT, hormones like rSBT, natrates (these come in your “cured” or processed meats such as pepperoni, bacon, lunch meats, etc.) to reduce my cancer risk. You can actually still find a lot of your favorite foods without all the harmful shit in it if you’re willing to pay slightly more. For example, my nitrate-free bacon is cured instead with celery juice or powder and sea salt. It costs $5.99 for a 1-lb pack, but I’m willing to pay it. I also buy nitrate-free pepperoni at the store. If you eat a diet rich in vitamin C, that will further neutralize the harmful carcinogenic reactions nitrates have inside your liver. I like to chug half gal jugs of Naked Juice (which is loaded with antioxidants, vitamins, and plenty of carbs, sugar, and calories 😋). You can get these for $5-6 at Target and Walmart.

Exercise:

I use a tracker and have averaged around 10,000 steps per day for almost 3 years now. I jog, hike, and occasionally lift some weights (tho I could do better there). I know, I know. You’ll burn precious calories. Honestly, I love how my gains feel so much more when I’m physically active. So the sacrifice is worth it for me.

If you’re curious about what it’s like to tip the scales over 400 and 500 pounds, you’re not alone. If you’re on the fence about gaining or wondering but have never been brave enough to ask, here are some points to ponder.

1. People won’t care as much as you think.

The #1 worry-question I get asked all the time is wrapped up in fear. There seems to be a lot more worth wrapped up in people’s value judgements than we are prepared to accept. I can’t tell you everyone will be nice about being obese, but I can tell you that most people won’t care at all.

2. You will be fat all the time

Being supersized, or having a partner who is, isn’t a weekend fetish thing. Airline economy seats are out. Ladders, bending into tight spaces for repairs, or long mountain climbs aren’t going to happen. When you must hoist 500 pounds every time you get out of a chair, it’s going to have some restrictions.

Some people are OK with this, and some not. It’s no different than any other choice people make for themselves-for example, lets say: some people have cats, some people have kids, some people gain weight. There are elements that are annoying with each of these choices. You have to make life changes around them and spend money but you get to choose what’s right for you. (I know they’re not mutually exclusive. It’s just an example. Try to not overthink it.)

3. You could be really happy

Nobody tells you this, but being attractive is not dependent on the size of your waistline or size of your bank account. There are going to be over 8 billion of us in the near future. You really owe it to yourself to find someone who supports you and you’re attracted to and v.versa. It’s not about being picky, it’s about having standards.

4. Read the stoics

Because you should. They are the best.

5. Maths, contrasts and cooking

If you don’t learn to cook, if you don’t stay on top of physicals, you are probably going to be surprised by a health crisis no matter what you weigh. Some people do run into heart trouble and diabetes at 400 and 500 pounds. It’s mathematically more probable. But some don’t. My partner is over 40 years old and over 500 pounds and all he has is sleep apnea. (That’s an anecdote, not data, for those of you who understand how science works.) Your milage may vary.

Learn to cook and be mature about yourself at any size. That’s just good advice and will keep you better prepared for making decisions whatever comes your way.

6. Being over 500 pounds isn’t cheap. Talk to a good financial planner.

For all the worry and medical questions I get, I’m going to add the one nobody is asking: How do I afford to be over 500 pounds?

I travel quite a bit but I haven’t encountered a single place yet on this planet where the cost of living is going down. Talk to someone who can help you plan financially for the future you want. You might be surprised by how even a tiny monthly contribution can compound (fancy word for ‘build’) over a lifetime.

7. Being authentic can be a chore

There are some things you can hide about yourself but tipping the scales over 400 and 500 pounds isn’t one of them. There are no two size 5XL/16XL that are the same measurements so clothes can be a challenge. There is no way to stop people passing judgements when you don’t fit in a tight spot. It’s not right for people to feel free to make shameful judgements about a person’s body but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Remember that you don’t need other people to approve of your eating habits or body size. You don’t owe people an explanation, and when you do choose to explain, try to do so with care. Understanding isn’t an equally distributed resource.

8. Squishy bodies are for loving

Packing on pounds doesn’t happen overnight. Some bodies genetically run larger than others. (Genetics have ruined more diets than the pizza delivery guy.) Having a generous layer of fat is a feature many people find very loveable and sexy.

Socially, most people who agree feel the need to keep their feelings quite introverted. I think with a little care, we can remove a lot of the freak stigmatization around ‘chubby chasers,’ explain that fat partners are wonderful partners, not ‘Meh, the best they could do,’ and fat relationships are just as sexy as any other.

9. Restrictions vs. immobile

There are a lot of factors that go into mobility issues. Most people don’t like being quite that vulnerable. But there’s a place for everybody on the spectrum. When my partner was recovering from a knee injury at 400 pounds, he was far less mobile than he is now over 500 pounds. My friend in her 30s at 130 pounds with RA is less mobile than my partner.

Know that weight is in no way the single factor on mobility. Despite what reality TV shows would have you believe. Facts vs. fantasy.

Yes, at 500 pounds you will get winded with simple tasks. Yes, you will eat out of your clothes and into larger sizes. Yes, your fat will grow in places you expect and places you don’t. But most people don’t eat themselves into immobility.

10. Should you get fat?

Only you can know the correct answer to this question. What does success look like for you? How much are you prepared to do to achieve your goals? (It’s easy to find a cheeseburger in America. It takes more effort to talk with your partner about how good your fat rolls make you feel.)

Feat. @plushparadise

I try hard to avoid places like Lucky Charlie’s Burger Joint. I mean, let’s be honest: the places are never completely clean, the stoves are probably covered in grease that has been there too long, and the people are always seedy and gross. Middle to late aged people wearing vintage 60’s Grease the movie type clothes and lie about using a secret family recipe when it comes to their “famous” burgers. I bet they buy them in bulk from Sam’s Club or something as use Mrs. Dash as their seasoning. There’s also the fact that I’m trying to watch my weight, but that’s not important.

So, when Fred decided that’s where he wanted to go for his birthday, I was obviously hesitant.

“Come on, Loque.” (Pronounced LOCK, thanks to my bougie parents.) “for your birthday I took you to Dave and Buster’s and watched you get drunk and attempt a bathroom hookup.”

“But you DID see how delicious the bartender’s ass was…”

“Regardless, it’s my birthday and I have decided. Just eat a burger with me and get over it.”

Sighing in defeat, I agreed to go.

The interior was exactly what I feared it would be: red vinyl booths and barstools. Checkered floors. Jukebox playing Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. I rolled my eyes and sat down in a corner booth with Fred.

“See? It’s not so bad.”

I gave him a blank stare and when back to my menu. And just as I thought: all grease, carbs, and mountains of calories.

“Hey boys,” came a high pitched sound of the elderly waitress that squeezed herself into a pink one piece costume complete with apron and Lucille Ball wig. “What can I get y’all to start with?”

“Strawberry lemonade, please,” Fred asked sweetly.

“Diet Coke for me, please,” I answered. She looked up from her notepad and looked me dead in the eyes, never losing her below minimum wage smile.

“Sorry sugar, we don’t carry Diet Coke. We don’t believe in it here. But we do have regular.”

“Fine. I’ll take a regular coke. And hopefully I don’t die of diabetic shock trying to choke it down.”

Never breaking a sweat or the smile, she replied, “Hopefully you don’t choke at all.” And with that, she walked off.

I looked over at Fred astonished at what was just said to me. “DUDE! This is seriously where you want to eat?! Did you hear what she just said?”

He was clearly annoyed, and I could tell by the look he was giving me. “Loque, shut up. It’s my birthday. Just eat and we will never come here again. Lose your attitude and pretend like you’re enjoying this, okay? For me?” He was pleading so hard and I could see it in his eyes. I caved, for him.

“I’m sorry. Yes, for you I will try.” With that, I put on a cheesy smile, which made him laugh.

“Good.”

The waitress came back and handed us our drinks. I ordered a cheeseburger with fries (pretending in front of Fred that I wasn’t thinking about grease or calories) and he ordered a double. He wasn’t one to think about any of that stuff. He had a small bit of belly on his thin frame, but he never seemed to mind it. Even when he was technically the “fattest” guy in our athletically charged group of friends, Fred never felt uncomfortable. The guys would sometimes poke fun, and sometimes even poke, at the small little roll that collected by the waistband of his jeans when he sat or when he stretched how his shirt would ride up just enough to expose the extra pounds of flesh that he carelessly sported.

We made simple small talk while we waited for our food. Eventually Fred’s mood returned to normal and we started to enjoy ourselves. I settled into what I once thought was uncomfortable and gross and started to find small amounts of pleasure in this place. It’s not so bad, I thought to myself. I mean, yeah, it’s not my cup of tea. But it does seem like a…oh look, someone’s disgusting cheeseburger…wait, why is it coming closer? Oh, FUCK no!

And there it sat in front of me: a slab of thick greasy beef between toasted buns, dripping in fat and melted cheese and probably past its prime vegetables. The french fries looked palatable at best, minus the large amounts of sodium someone carelessly dumped onto them.

Fred, of course, was in heaven.

“Oh my god, this looks amazing! Thank you so much!” He told our waitress with the world’s biggest grin. I proceeded to fake one for them both.

Fred dug right in, and I slowly ate fry after fry, quickly followed by a sip of coke, which in itself needed to be followed by water, if I was allowed anything healthy at this shit show of a lunch.

“Are you afraid of your burger?” Fred asked between bites of food.

I faked a chuckle. “No. Just wanted to take my time.” Since he was eyeing me, pressuring me into it, I grabbed the greasy mess with both hands, feeling the soggy bun between my fingers, I lifted it to my lips and reluctantly took a bite.

“See?” He said with a cheesy grin. “That’s not so bad, now is it?”

I swallowed. “No, it’s fine.”

I took a few more bites of the burger before I felt it: a gurgle in my stomach. And nausea. My skin started to prickle with goosebumps and I suddenly got very cold, feeling a sharp chill run up my spine and through every part of me.

“I don’t feel so good, Fred.”

“Well, you look fine.”

“No, I mean I really feel bad. I think it might’ve been something I ate.”

This is when Fred got really pissed with me.

“You know what? I’m done. You honestly couldn’t fake one day for me, could you? It had to be all about you. And on the one day I you could have been less selfish and just do one thing for me. Well, fuck you.” With that, he slapped down a twenty-dollar bill and walked out of the diner.

I just sat there in silence, head down in shame. Yes, I had been a prick. But the nausea had been real! Wait…HAD been real. Where was it now?

The nausea had been replaced with a low rumble and a bit of discomfort. Was I…HUNGRY?

Before I could answer that, my hands were lifting fry after fry into my mouth. My eyes widened as the fries that should have stayed on the plate were disappearing behind my lips. When there wasn’t a fry left, my hands grabbed the burger and practically mashed it into my face, leaving me no choice but to open and chew, quickly swallowing to make room for the greasy mass that refused to leave my mouth. When that was gone, and I regained control of my hands, I grabbed a wad of napkins and cleaned the grease from my face. I was about to get up and forget this entire ordeal, when I eyed Fred’s half eaten double burger. As if something had taken over me, I climbed over the table and propped myself up on my elbows. My hands grabbed for his burger and I devoured it, cramming in fries as I rapidly chewed.

I slammed my ass back down and chugged my soda, finishing with a huge burp that shocked even me. Who it didn’t shock was the waitress, who apparently was there to witness the whole thing.

“So then, still got more room?”

“YES!” I fired back, but not me. It was someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize talking.

“What will it be then?” She asked with a smile.

“Two more burgers with a basket of fries. A large strawberry milkshake and leave the blender cup. And pie.”

“How many slices?”

“A pie,” I corrected her, shocked at the words that were flying out of my mouth.

“Coming right up.” Before she walked away, she added, “A party of six just left here a few minutes ago and left a lot of food on the table. Wasteful assholes. Mind clearing the table for me?”

My stomach let out a huge roar and I answered immediately, “Sure thing.”

As she walked to place the order, I left my table and headed towards the far wall of the diner. I eyed the damage and simultaneously with my jaw dropping, my belly let out another low growl. Plates of burgers, fries, fried chicken, sides of coleslaw and apple sauce, half a fried porkchop, half a melted vanilla milkshake, and to top it off, a cold bowl of soup that hadn’t even been touched.

My body didn’t even sit down. I was at the mercy of hunger and something much darker and more mysterious. My hands worked in a frenzy and my mouth tried to keep up. I could only control my mouth and was a slave to my body. Handfuls of fries were thrust between my lips, before I could finish more burgers. I felt like a cow with how much beef I was now consuming. Once the burgers were gone, three and a half in total by the way, I practically sucked the meat off drumsticks and tore the porkchop apart, leaving nothing but barren bones. Coleslaw was scraped into my open mouth, topped with the remains of applesauce. I downed the bowl of cold soup, not spilling a drop, and that was followed with the milkshake. Fifteen minutes later and everything was gone, spare a few crumbs.

The bell on the counter dinged and I knew my order was ready. As I walked back to the table, I felt a stiffness in my midsection. I stopped and looked down and saw my swollen and distended belly pushing against my button up. My hands rubbed the area, and I felt the familiar growl, along with a warming sensation. My gut slowly sucked itself back in, and the hunger returned. I was about to walk back to my table when I felt it: a warm surge. My belly pressed against my shirt again, putting pressure on the buttons, and when I felt it again, there was no resistance or tightness. My fingers sunk into my soft belly; a belly of fat. I walked back to the table, feeling the little belly I had wobble and bounce the best it could in my tight shirt. There was no time for feelings or thinking when I saw my table.

Just like I ordered: two greasy cheeseburgers, each with a basket of fries, a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and two cherries, with the other half in the tin cup, and a whole banana cream pie. I licked my lips, which was either voluntary or involuntary, I’m not sure which, and sat down to eat.

The burgers were devoured first almost in three bites each. I didn’t think my mouth was even capable of taking bites that big! Grease ran down my chin and only my straining shirt as milkshake dipped fries were chewed and swallowed, the salt and sugar becoming an intoxicating mixture. Soon both baskets were emptied and I lifted the milkshake to my lips, and as I chugged the thick concoction, my hand rested on my burgeoning belly and started to rub it and I swallowed each drop. Before I knew it, the tin cup holding another entire milkshake was raised and I swallowed faster than I ever thought possible. My hand still stuck on my gut, and I swear I felt it pushing against my hand with each swallow.

The cup clang on the table and a handful of pie was brought to my mouth. And before I could finish that mound of pie, another handful was waiting. My body was becoming my own worst enemy and I couldn’t stop it. It wasn’t until the pie pan was empty that I sucked pie filling and crust crumbs from my fingers. At last, I sat back and looked at the table of empty plates and cups.

“And how are we feeling?” The waitress asked clearing my table.

I let out a loud, embarrassing belch. “I’m good, thank you. It was delicious.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” She asked with a wink and walked away.

Just when I thought this whole ordeal was over, my stomach let out another loud growl.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said loudly. “I should be done now!” My swollen belly started to dissipate again, and I was afraid of what would happen next.

It began to grow. Soft warm fat began to inflate on my midsection, and all I could do is watch. It pushed at my shirt, making it appear to be painted on. The funny thing is, as fat as I was growing, my shirt never burst. The buttons were becoming more and more strained and gaps were forming between them. My chest also started to grow, puffy and round like small breasts, and my hard nipples were poking at the fabric, becoming sensitive and making me moan loud. My hands were still resting on my gut as I felt my ass widen and thighs thicken. My arms became fleshier and I just sat there, a slave to the weight.

The growing stopped as the diner bell dinged and in walked a fat kid. I say fat because his clothes didn’t appear to fit. His round belly forced his shirt up, revealing a tan hairy belly just below the hem. His fat ass was barely covered by his pants and bounced dangerously as he ran to the counter. Something about him seemed familiar though as he turned towards me. As I recognized Fred with an added one hundred pounds on his already soft frame, my cock became rock hard, and my shirt exploded open. My fat jiggled free and rested on my lap, a ball of warm fat. Fred starred at my newly acquired belly, tits, and stretchmarks, and I saw a tent being pitched in his pants. Clearly, our bellies weren’t the only things that grew.

He rubbed his belly and smiled.

Don’t get me wrong, I love stuffings and 10k calorie days, but let’s be real those are expensive.

You know what else is great though? Gentle gaining.

Days where you eat just enough over that you’re still gaining. Maybe you’re not eating 5 meals and 8 gillion calories, but…

You have a full breakfast. Cream AND sugar in your coffee, some fruit after breakfast too.

Go to lunch and get something big, but not absurd. While you’re there get a refill on that soda. And another. And another. And another. It’s not THAT big of a deal, right?

Have a snack when you get home, relax!

Have a nice dinner, maybe something just a little indulgent, and a little desert after too.

And before you know it you’re still hanging out around 3-5k calories and you didn’t really do anything all day, so you’re definitely still way (or should I say weigh) over where a normal person should be.

Don’t get me wrong, I love stuffings and 10k calorie days, but let’s be real those are expensive.

You know what else is great though? Gentle gaining.

Days where you eat just enough over that you’re still gaining. Maybe you’re not eating 5 meals and 8 gillion calories, but…

You have a full breakfast. Cream AND sugar in your coffee, some fruit after breakfast too.

Go to lunch and get something big, but not absurd. While you’re there get a refill on that soda. And another. And another. And another. It’s not THAT big of a deal, right?

Have a snack when you get home, relax!

Have a nice dinner, maybe something just a little indulgent, and a little desert after too.

And before you know it you’re still hanging out around 3-5k calories and you didn’t really do anything all day, so you’re definitely still way (or should I say weigh) over where a normal person should be.

Michelangelo’s Fattening Fifth - Commission for Plokishmok3 on FA!

Set to the song “Baby, I’m Worth it”, Mikey has decided to train for a different body type! To be truely honest, i’ve never drawn TMNT characters before, I hope I did a decent job!

I’ve been asked a few times how I managed to get so fat and although I’m not the fattest guy out there, I’m pretty fucking fat… So in case it helps…

Portions

I’m very much a fan of eating tons of McDonalds and feeling incredible massive after and of course you’re gonna gain weight but… the key to consistent weight gain and/ or maintaining your weight is finishing everything on your plate. Don’t leave a thing. Eventually you’ll start to crave more and your portion sizes will increase.

Snacking

Always have some snacks laying about. Doesn’t have to be huge just the odd chocolate bar/ crisps, whatever. And like the portion sizes the more the snack the more you’ll crave and the more your appetite will increase. 

Exercise

Preferably… Don’t. Take the elevator whenever you can and do as little as possible. If you’re one of those healthy fat boys or muscle/ fat gainers who likes the gym always make sure you’re having extra calories to support your workout. 

Upgrading your Kitchen

Again I love anything unhealthy but changing small details in your diet will help with weight gain. Make sure your milk is the highest percentage of fat, use real butter and not margarine. And some ‘healthy’ stuff can be incredibly fattening too. Try nutty granola for breakfast (that stuff is calorific); drink tons of fruit juice. You can actually be a healthy gainer pretty easily…  Or/ and just add a multipack of donuts to your daily routine.

And Your Wardrobe…

Obviously keep your old clothes to try on; to see how much fatter you’ve grown but when I wear clothes that are loose fitting I have a tendency to put on more weight than usual. Whether this is because subconsciously I realise I’m gaining weight and my body slows down or not… Consider buying the next size up or more adjustable clothes. Buy jeans with an elastic waist or a more stretchy kinda of jacket (weather depending); it’s not a bad investment either because you’ll soon fill them out…