#gainerbf

Maybe I should stop hyperfocusing on maintaining a slim body and ignore what the consensus world wants me to believe is good looking. I’ve always preferred to be a bigger guy..you know what? I’m going to start eating what I want. A few donuts here and there won’t hurt…

This lil pudge aint nothin. I’m enjoying all of this great food. Plus I could always just stop and lose any weight I gain. My metabolism is still pretty quick..

Oof ok maybe I’m getting a little carried away here. I’m feeling kinda big. My belly is starting to bulge…and my clothes are a little too tight 🥵

Ok ok enough is enough. I’m going back to the gym! Time to get back in shape. I’ve gotten a little carried away with all of this good food. These delicious cakes. All of this fried tasty goodness. The pizza, the burgers. That’s…damn…that looks so good 🤤 ah fuck it

*uuuuurrrRRRRRRRppppp*

Mmf what do you mean I’m fat? I’m not that fat! Look I still have my muscles, see!

Oops excuse me..ok so I’m kinda fat. I’ll go to the gym tomorrow or next week or something. I’m totally in control.

*eats a donut in one bite*

A weight gain story by GainerBF

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My new cottage in the woods was coming along nicely. From the stone path leading to the door to the beautiful ponds in the back, it was truly my dream home.

However. My attention was elsewhere. More specifically on one of the lumberjacks working on my house. He was the only one of the group that was a lil pudgy looking. He had cute curly hair, red rosy cheeks and laughed a big laugh. He was dreamy, so much so that I dreamed about him. And I dreamed about him..getting fat.

I would make some hot chocolate or coffee for the lumberjacks but for, lets call him Red. But for Red, I snuck in a decent helping of heavy cream and used whole milk for his. He didn’t seem to notice.

‘Ahhh you’re too sweet *takes swig* mmmmm mmmmm best damn hot chocolate ever. Thank you dear’

Polite. A big burly gentleman. I NEEDED him.

‘Well mam, were mostly done. All it takes is a few more days of side work and a weekly check up for about 3 months to make sure the structure holds up. That only requires one of us so..’

RED. I blurted out. Oh my god what a simp.

The group chuckled knowing Red had won the lottery.

‘Well ok then. He’ll make sure everything goes smoothly for you and your home’

Play time 😈

Over the next few days, Red would come by and spend time at the cottage. And I would spend time fattening Red up. He didn’t really notice his flannel getting tighter at first

So I kept feeding him.

Cakes and cookies.

Soup and stews.

He ate half a turkey when he came for Thanksgiving and I won’t even lie I was in awe of that…

One day Red showed up in a large sweatshirt and my disappointment was immeasurable 😪

‘Little cold today Red?’ I jokingly asked

He chuckled and said something I had been waiting to here ‘you feed me too well dear. I can’t turn down your cooking so my flannel had to be retired sadly 😅’

That’s when I stopped him. I put my hand on his shoulder. And whispered in his ear.

‘But you look so good carrying that extra weight’

At first he was a little shook. But after looking down at his massive sweatshirt, he said something surprising.

‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ and left.

I had no idea what was coming. Was he angry? Was he embarassed? Either way, I couldn’t sleep all night. I made 3 pies, 2 dozen cookies and a cake out of extreme anxiety. I was ready to crash when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it up and there he was, big Red in his flannel. His way way too tight red flannel. I got a bit lightheaded. I fell. He caught me 😍

He laid me down on the couch and kissed me. With so much rich passion and effort, he made me feel appreciated for what I had done to him.

‘I’m 300 pounds because of you’

And I was now wet because of him 🥲

Sex with a fatty is some divine blessing type shit. The bed is soft. Your fat fuck buddy is soft. You’re basically in a sandwich of soft. His weight crushing down on you, smushing you into the mattress. Heaven.

After all the activity, my big beautiful woodsman was hungry.

‘I’m starving after that workout’

Ok he was starving.

‘Got anything to eat?’ He said with a smile knowing damn well I had a bakery behind him

He settled down into a chair that was..struggling, to say the least. His clothes back on, me still naked in nothing but bare feet and a silk shirt.

I brought the goods to the table along with some whole milk to wash it down.

‘Open up big boy’

I fed him and fed him and fed him every last little bite of what I had made. He ate all of it. He drank all of it.

He started to shift a little. Uncomfortable perhaps? He did just eat enough for a small village.

While making direct eye contact, he pulled up his flannel causing his big jello belly to jiggle free from its restraints. I fell to my knees. It was even better when he was full 🤤

‘You are an incredible baker dear. Hell this massive mound here is the evidence’

He slapped his gut and laughed before heartily belching, which made him more red than his now outgrown flannel

‘Compliments to the chef, I guess my baking skills are top notch huh big guy? 😊’

He blushed then pulled me into his soft sanctuary. I felt so warm and at home in his arms. His kisses tasted like warm apple pie, which was a hell of a job by me if I do say.

Then he whispered something in my ear that drove me wild

‘…more’

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Being less than 30 pounds away from 300 is wild to me. I’ve been eating so much lately, I just can’t wait to be bigger 🥵