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[bi-guy314]

The Gamer Boy

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Themes: POV, HUMILIATION, force feeding, secret fattening, male weight gain, gamer, influencer, social media based humiliation, fit to fat.

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For a lot of guys, gaming was definitely the best way to relax, or satisfy that competitive urge or the endless amount of boredom that seems to only be quelled by a few rounds of whatever game you fancied playing with your friends.

It was an innocent comment that started you on your path to where you are now, you were laughing with the guys when one of them said...

"We should record this stuff"

And so you did, not necessarily thinking anything of it, maybe a few more followers potentially but nothing special.

The end result, however, was far bigger than anything you could have imagined. You'd managed to amass a few thousand followers with only a few short videos, your friends were a little jealous, there's wasn't taking off like that but they knew the reason.

The thing was, you were attractive. Masculine features, sharp jawline everything that seemed to appeal to the girls and gay guys who took up a fair portion of your following, backed up by the rest of the gaming community. You were becoming a recognised name, and unfortunately for your friends... you let it get to your head...

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"Ughhh... stop asking about those guys, look they got jealous and I needed better players bro, when your climbing the ranks you don't need someone slowing you down..." you explain...

You were getting a bit sick of the questions, 'wheres your old group', 'I used to love those videos', it felt endless... you check yourself in the facecam, flexing a bicep as you grin into the camera... didn't they know you were the main event...

"Thanks bro for the gift... and yeah my body is pretty banging" you laugh to yourself, feigning a humbleness that was outweighed by an arrogant smirk...

You glance over at the pile of gifts in the corner. Ever since some guy had leaked your address you'd be getting them, first you felt a little nervous, but you were soon able to differentiate the genuine good gifts from the... well... slightly more creepy ones... it made sense that they wanted to send you things...

DING DONG!

"Another gift for me from one of you guys... damn boys you'll make my ego too big" you laugh again going to answer the door... slightly confused to see a pizza boy standing at the door...

"Extra large pepperoni?" He asks...

"What?... uhhh I didn't order a pizza bro... you got the right house?" You respond...

"Definitely the right address... its been payed for too so I guess you could keep it... or I could take it back-" he explains with a smirk...

"Yeah I'll take it bro" you grab the box... a gift from a fan probably, what was important was that it was free...

You walk back into the room... sitting down in the gaming chair...

"Damn which one of you guys sent me a pizza... above and beyond man... but free is free and you boys know I deserve it..."

You open the box... pulling out a slice as the greasy cheese stretches as you pull it to your mouth...

"Fuckin' tasty bro... thanks to whoever it was" you say between mouthfuls...

You go back to your game... periodically eating the pizza until its all gone...

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*urpp*

You rattle the can of soda... kissing your teeth as you realise its empty... half paying attention to the game as you lean down to your new minifridge... pushing past the gifted stack of chocolate bars before grabbing a new can...

"Bro theres so many sweats on tonight, like its ridiculous my teammates suck" you say... getting angry at the game...

It was always the teammates... you just kept dying over and over with no healing... at least that meant time for snack breaks...

Because you never really did gift openings on stream, the day a mysterious fan sent a pizza and you thanked him for it seemed to spark a different approach in your fans... now they just seemed to send you food... swiss chocolates... full fat cola... luxury sweets... it was getting a little out of hand... especially with the fan who seemed to be sending a pizza to your house daily...

Of course you weren't dumb... you knew that all this junk wasn't good... for a while you tried binning the pizza... but it just seemed so wasteful... you tried leaving it till when you were hungry... but every time you walked past the fridge you found yourself grabbing a slice... on most days reaching in to scrape the bottom of the plate... whoops...

The game finishes and you lean back... staring at the screen as you let out another trapped burp...

"Ughhhh need a new game at this point honestly" you say aloud... you glance into the chat expecting to see suggestions and a comment catches your eye...

'Need a new diet bro'

You snort...

"Mate I don't need to diet fuck off" you say... flexing for the camera as you bite your lip...

You say your goodbyes... noticing before you switch off the comment between all your compliments...

'Bros getting pudgy'

You stand up... stetching as you dust crumbs off your sweatpants... tutting at a barbeque sauce stain on your white vest... wiping it with your finger as you glance in the mirror...

You weren't pudgy... you analyse yourself... poking at your bloated stomach... all the cans of soda weren't helping either... you flex in the mirror... yeah it was fine... you stand there before curiosity gets the better of you...

"Fuck it"

You head to your bathroom... getting out the scale... taking a second before you stepped on... why were you nervous...

7 pounds heavier than the last time you weighed yourself a couple weeks ago...

You snort... that was nothing... it must've been the bloating from the soda... and you don't get to this level anyway without a few haters... just picking on your water weight...

You lay on your bed satisfied... scrolling through a post where fans were arguing you were one of the hottest streamers on the internet... you smirk... as your stomach growls you remember the bumper pack of cookies you got gifted... you get them... jumping back down on the bed... as you chuckle to yourself about the people thirsting over you... you shove a cookie in your mouth... ignoring the fact you thought it strange your butt just jiggled when you jumped on the bed...

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"*HNNNNNGGHHHHHH.... sigh....*"

You stood their cursing yourself... fucking pizza... fucking chocolate... fucking FOOD...

You had told yourself you were going to cut back a little... the 7 pound scare was going to be treated as a warning but no...

" please *hnnnghh* come onnn... "

You had kept eating all you wanted all the time... and after a few more weeks... the 7 pound scare... was now a 25 pound nightmare... and worst of all...

You glance in the mirror behind you... letting go of the jeans as your plump ass pushes down any progress you'd made...

Most of it had gone to your butt...

"Who knew I had the potential to grow a fucking dumptruck" you snap sarcastically... grabbing a cheek to triple check it was real... and yes it was...

You glance at the time... you'd promised a stream at 8pm... and that was 10 minutes ago... you needed to hurry it up... but wearing the sweatpants so often meant they had to at least have a wash day now and again... you curse yourself for choosing today...

You throw on a hoodie... not prepared to deal with what looked like the beginnings of a belly coming in... another day... as you wriggle with the jeans... finally they give... you're just about to button them when the doorbell goes...

It was practically pavlovian how your eyes lit up and your mouth started to water... pizza...

You rush to the door... opening it as the pizza guy hands you the two boxes... whoever had been donating had been more generous the past couple of weeks...

You smirk... "another gift from another secret admirer clearly" smugness radiating off you...

"Right..." he says, a smile creeping across his face, "you know I don't judge right, you don't have to keep the secret admirer bit up, if you want pizza daily thats not my issue"

Your smugness switches to anger, "it is you idiot, I happen to be a streamer you know, people love seeing me everyday!" You smile arrogantly... "clearly you don't get it"

"Uh huh" he says nonchalantly, "oh by the way..." he moves his finger forward... poking the little layer of pudge exposed by the undone jeans... "your zippers down"

You flash red... "I know that" you say defiantly... trying to button it... and failing... and again... as little grunts escape your lips each time...

"Ahhh I see" he chuckles to himself as he begins to walk away... you find yourself a little irritated by his lean muscular physique... something else you hadn't experienced... "better ass in person at least, look forward to the stream" he winks...

You go even redder... a fucking fan making you embarrassed... "yeah whatever!" You say slamming the door as you go to your setup... slamming the boxes down at the side as you begin to eat... making sure that the straining waistband of the jeans is out of view... obscured by the oversized hoodie... as you start up the stream...

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As you game you shove the pizza in... mind racing about the earlier embarrassment with the pizza guy... you'd never been more humiliated in your life... and for some reason you couldn't stop thinking about it... was it because he was a similar age?... was it because he was a fan?... was it because he was hot?... well... uh... conventially attractive you meant... it was probably all of the above... and you just couldn't stop replaying it... the feeling of humiliation of... anger.. of arousal... not that... right?...

You realise you'd gone silent for a while... shit...

"Good fucking pizza again guys... almost makes up for my rank being in the toilet" you moan...

You needed to get your own back... and you knew he must watch the stream...

"The guy who delivered it totally had a crush on me though... like asked me out twice... had to let him down easy... too much sexy for one guy to handle" you smirk... innocent enough remark... a gein spreads across your face as you hope he's heard it... that'll teach him...

You reach for the can of soda on the side... somehow managing to knock it over instead as it spills onto your jeans... ice cold...

"Fuck!" You stand out of instinct... oh no...

You look at the facecam... seeing your unbuttoned jeans the only thing in view... clearly straining on the waistband as the zipper widens the further up you go... shit.

You sit back down quickly... red faced...

"Uhh... guys I may as well wrap it up to clean this up but I'll be on... umm at some point tomorrow..." you choke out...

The chat is blowing up...

'Did you see that', 'oh my god', 'why weren't they buttoned', 'duhh I don't think he can' 'loooool no wayyy'

You reach to turn off the computer... the last message you see...

'Has he gotten fat?'

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It took a little while to convince the fans that you weren't fat... claiming it was just for comfort... playing it off as odd they'd even think that...

You would think that they would stop sending food... but it seemed to just encourage them more... passive aggressive messages like 'I'm sure you'll enjoy these' stuck to them... whatever...

You were back at the gym now... but to be honest your diet hadn't really changed... it was so hard to resist... and you weren't sure why... but you enjoyed seeing the pizza guy daily... always making sure to put on ill-fitting clothes... chatting to him... even flirting a little if you were honest... what were you doing...

The oversized hoodie method had been your ally for a while... but there was a date coming up that you knew you couldnt wear it... valentines day.

Its how your career had taken off in the first place... basically for valentines day you wore a suit on stream... playing the part of 'the perfect handsome date'... the girls and the gay guys ate it up... and of course they loved how you promised to do it next year...

And as you glance on the suit on the bed... you knew that it wasn't going to end well... you'd stopped checking the scale a couple weeks ago... trying to delude yourself you were slimming down... knowing that you'd gone up in reality...

You grimace at the mirror, squeezing the now definite belly jutting out along with love handles... a fucking muffintop... great... not to mention that your butt had gotten so round and jiggly... your cheeks flash red with embarrassment...

You pull on the boxers... irritated at the fact that even they had seemed to have gotten tight over the past few days... before reaching for the shirt... you'd gotten used to having to suck in to button things but with these clothes... getting them buttoned was the least of the problem... it was making sure they stayed buttoned too... and as you check the mirror... cautiously exhaling as the gaps between the buttons grew bigger as the shirt strained... you knew it would be difficult...

The trousers were a little looser... so you thought they might be easier... disappointed again as the strained across your thighs... jumping up and down to get them over your blubberbutt...sucking in to button them as you get it buttoned on the 4th try...

Fuck it was tight...

You glare at the mirror... you looked ridiculous... did you really have to do this... maybe... you could say you were sick... you think about how followers had been dwindling... now you were showing off your 'hot body' less there wasn't much appeal... especially with the rumours you'd porked out... you had to do it...

No food... no drink... just do it... you wished you had anyone to take the heat from-

DING DONG!

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The pizza guy... typical... you head for the door... one thing you could guarentee was that you wouldn't be eating pizza tonight...

You open the door... confusion taking over immediately as instead of his uniform he stands suited up... holding the pizzas in his hand with a smirk on his face...

"Can I come in?..." he asks...

You stand there speechless... just nodding as he steps in... you weren't sure if it was the suit but... fuck he looked good...

"I thought I'd suprise you know... do something special for... what was it? Ohhh yeahhh 'the third time' asking you out" he grins...

You smirk a little back... "you deserved it bro"

He glances you up and down... you get a little red...

"So... are we gonna film this date or what?"

You're confused... you'd just planned on gaming... but the more you thought about it... myseterious date... the chat blowing up with envy... plus he wasn't bad on the eyes... views... follows...

"Sure thing... in here" you smirk, whatever, at least he'd be good for some views even if he was a bit forward... you were used to having men throw themselves at you...

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You switch the stream on...

"Little surprise for you guys... hot date with me tonight... you know the pizza guy thats obsessed with me" you do an arrogant grin... smirking at him...

The chat comes to life immediately...

'Hot', 'why not meeee', 'suits looking tight'...

You stand in front of him as he places the boxes down to the sides... opening one...

"Well?? Introduce yourself then?" You snap...

He smirks... walking up behind you as his hand goes around your waist...

"So yeah I'm the pizza guy..." he stops... getting closer to your ear... as his hand comes up to your stomach...

"And I'm the main reason he's gotten so fat" he chuckles, as he pushes a pizza slice to your mouth, as he uses his other hand to pat your belly...

Your eyes widen as you lose composure... breathing out before- BANG!

The button to your trousers flies across the room... making him laugh and you go red...

"For weeks now... fatboy heres been stuffing in two pizzas a day... and damn we can see the results" he prods at your belly...

Your still dumbfounded... stunned as you stare at the chat spamming laughing emojis in disbelief... as names like 'fatboy', 'piggy', 'lardass' flash on screen...

You snap back into reality... pushing him away...

"I'm not fat- it's just a few pounds! Everything still fits- these were already tight!-" you scramble to find the button... spotting it realising its bounced off the wall and rolled behind you... as you turn and bend... it gets worse...

*SHRIPPPPPP!*

The trousers split in two... torn at the seat... you feel for the boxers behind you mortified... but instead... you feel bare skin... no no no this can't be happening... the boxers had torn with them...

You turn to look at the camera... your plump bare asscheeks in full view... pizza boy laughs placing each hand on a meaty cheek and jiggling them...

"Fuck bro... who knew you'd get so bottom heavy... fat porker with an even fatter dumptruck bro..." he whispers in your ear...

"bro... fuck..." you moan a little... why was this... why was this turning you on...

"I think he wants some more pizza" he says to the camera... beginning to shove pizza in your mouth...

You eat it... fuck... why was this so hot... it was so humiliating... but you'd never been more turned on...

He keeps shoving slices in... putting you in front of him as he squeezes your love handles... his crotch pressed against your jiggling ass... its not long before... pop!... pop!... buttons begin to fly off the shirt... bottom ones first as he grabs the thick roll of fat on your lower belly...

"Fuck..." you moan again...

"Go on tell them how you're a fatboy" he laughs...

"I'm... such a fatboy bro..." You're all too eager to comply... you never wanted him to stop...

The humiliation was too much... the thought that this was seen by your fans... that it could go viral... it was probably on social media... it wouldn't be long before the stream was cut off... and each thought made you more and more hard...

The clothes start to fall off as he kisses your neck... you letting out little burps from your overstuffed stomach... each neck movement showing the start of the double chin coming in...

"Fuck.... I'm... a pig!..." you moan... as the stream cuts off...

He spins you around his hands on your fat ass... lust overcoming the both of you...

"Let me make you fatter bro... feed you pizza every day... keep this fat ass so fucking big and jiggly" he growls in your ear, slapping your ass for effect...

You think about it... bursting out of everything... all the humiliation of gaining weight... how he teased you and how much it turned you on... how you never wanted to stop eating...

"Make me your fatboy..." you whisper...

He smirks... kissing you....

As he opens another box of pizza...

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Reaching my heaviest (104 kg)

This Taco Bell stuffing was huge!!! I want more 🤤

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Meet Adam, a Venezuelan gainer-Ch@turb8r. He started off as a twink of 70 kg / 160 lbs. But after a couple of months of performing, he had started to grow a small belly, with the usual explanation of "for the sake bulking up".

By the end of the pandemic, he ballooned up to 120 kg / 265 lbs.

He didn't (couldn't) put away the fork and his growth got quite an attention… of encouragers. Which he loved. He started to admit he gets hot whenever he overeats, and the idea of growing to unimaginable sizes fascinates him more than anything; so he set a weight goal of 225 kilos / 500 pounds. He grew to as big as 130 kilos by the beginning of 2024.

By the end of the same year, he was a whopping 140 kg / 315 lbs already. With his height of 178 cm / 5'10", he had quite a lot of muscle - but his 49% body fat clearly states what got most attention in his progress.

Sadly, he had some issues in his private life, and he took a seasonal job with quite a lot of physical activity; thus he lost 20 kilos / 45 pounds in the last two months. His belly shrunk with about 10 cms / 4" in a month (down to 117cm/46"), yet his BFP remained just above 40%.

Now his work has finally ended (he admitted it was a bad decision), and he is devoted to his goal of becoming a massive slob once again. Who wants to help him regain his former self, push his limits, and make his massive dreams come true?!

Shared with the consent of the performer. Do not reuse outside of Tumblr.

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Last dose of this beautiful mf. Up close bellyplay.

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Just a bit of softness on this guy

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My boyfriend tried on my clothes and let’s just say…he fills em out real good 😮‍💨

Full video here:

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Bulking Bros pt 2

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It's crazy how big he's getting @bulking-bros

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We've been working on forcing more calories into each other every day. Nothing like a good funnel feeding session with a high calorie gainer shake to top off the evening and make sure we're expanding with even more fat. This fattening funnel feeding video will be coming to our Patreon soon

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Growing boy

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Metabolism Blockers

Gay Gainer Erotica

I was lifting weights when Val walked into the room. He had a big smile on his face and two blue pills in his palm.

I lowered the weights and sat up. “No, Val. Whatever it is, I’m not taking it. I have class in the morning.”

“You don’t wanna hear what they are?”

I did not. To earn some cash on the side, my boyfriend had enrolled himself in clinical trials. He was like a guinea pig for untested drugs. So far, he hadn’t had any bad side effects (aside from extra body hair, which was hot but temporary), but it was only a matter of time before one of those pills really messed him up.

“Just hear me out,” he said, sitting next to me on the bench. “They’re metabolism blockers.”

“And?”

“They slow down your metabolism, which leads to weight gain. And since I know you want us to both chunk out a little…”

A week ago, I’d confessed to him about my lifelong desire to get fat. I thought he’d freak out, but he seemed surprisingly into it. Even though we both ate a lot, we were really skinny. Perhaps these pills were exactly what we needed.

“And how long does it last?”

“Three months,” he said. “What do you think?”

“Okay. Why not?”

He knew I was going to say that. He handed me a pill and kept one for himself. He even had a bottle of water ready.

We both swallowed.

He kissed my cheek. “Exciting. Now let’s sit back and see what happens.”

Nothing happened for three days. By then, I’d completely forgotten about it. Must’ve been too good to be true.

Then on the fourth day, I had trouble buttoning my pants. “Val?” I shouted.

He ran into the room. “Are you bigger, too?” He lifted up his shirt, showing me his wider torso and rounder stomach.

I lifted up my own shirt.

He squinted. “I don’t see any changes.”

“But my pants won’t button.”

He gave me a sly smile and led me to the mirror. His reflection looked different but mine didn’t.

I felt a wave of disappointment.

“Turn to the side, John.”

I did as he said and saw my butt jutting out farther than it ever had before. I’d always had a nice ass for someone so skinny, but now, it was so much better. No wonder my pants didn’t fit. All my new weight had gone to one place.

We both weighed ourselves. We’d each gained sixteen pounds.

“Sixteen pounds in four days?” I muttered.

“That’s what happens when you have zero metabolism, I guess.”

My pants felt even tighter. I was getting hard.

Val, equally excited, led me to the bed. I was late for my first class.

***

I walked around campus that day in my loosest slacks. Everyone treated me normally, but I did notice more guys checking me out in the quad. I felt great.

At lunch, I ordered two meals. Now that I knew the drugs were working, I wanted to speed things along. I pictured myself strutting through the quad, with an ass so big that everyone noticed. Thin body, fat ass. God, that was so hot.

There was nothing wrong with Val growing a gut, of course. I think it would look great on him. I was just glad that my fat was collecting differently.

When I got back to the dorms that evening, Val was bouncing with excitement. “Did people notice?”

“A couple,” I said modestly.

“Me too! One guy said I was ‘filling out.’ And I kept catching people glancing at my stomach.” He sighed. “Let’s eat a huge dinner, okay?”

“Agreed.” I didn’t tell him that I’d also had a huge lunch. Knowing him, he probably did, too.

We went down to the dorm cafeteria and totally feasted. With Val eating with me, I was able to pack in so much more than I had alone.

Back in bed, we were too stuffed to do anything but cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

***

For the next few days, I woke up to a slightly bigger ass each morning. The gains were pretty steady, too. Four or five pounds a day. This drug was incredible!

And miraculously, the only part of me affected was below my waist. Everything from my knees to my waist was thicker. Perhaps my stomach had gotten a bit softer, but it was still flat.

Val, on the other hand, was softening all over. His numbers matched mine, but his whole body was growing a layer of softness. His arms and legs looked smoother, less muscled. Even his face was thickening a little. His stomach was the most noticeable change, though. Definitely rounder.

We skipped our morning classes to lie in bed together and just explore our bodies.

Val ran his hand across my stomach. “So when do you think the rest of you is gonna catch up to your ass?”

“Never, I hope. I’ve always dreamed of being a big, fat guy, like you’re going to be. But there’s something pretty hot about being skinny with a big ol’ booty.”

He kissed me.

We were planning to go to our afternoon classes, but none of my pants fit. At all. It was impossible for me to leave the dorms. So Val put on his clothes (which were tight but still sort-of fit) and went shopping for the both of us.

He came back two hours later. He’d gone to BXL, the plus-sized store, and stocked up on clothes that were way too big for both of us. That was wise. At this pace, we needed clothes to grow into.

***

By the end of our second week, Val looked incredible. He had the body I’d always dreamed of having. His beer gut was undeniable, spilling over his waistband and spreading out into solid love handles. He’d sprouted a second chin and two round moobs. And his arms and legs had continued to soften. In just a week, he looked like a different person.

Meanwhile, I still looked exactly the same from the waist up. The slightly softness on my stomach was still invisible under shirts. In fact, I didn’t even need to wear any of the new shirts that Val had gotten me. My old ones still fit just fine.

But below the waist was a different story. My thighs were wobbly now and my ass cheeks could no longer fit in my computer chair. When I was on my laptop, I had to sit on my bed so that I could spread out.

The stares that I got when I walked through campus had gone from lustful to curious to freaked out. I’m pretty sure that most people thought that I’d surgery to get this way.

I had to request special chairs for most of my classes, but since the school didn’t have any that were big enough, they decided that the best option was to give me chairs without arm rests, which allowed my hips to hang over the sides. That worked okay.

After the second week, Val and I had stopped intentionally overeating. We were growing so fast that people thought we were sick. That didn’t do anything to stop our growth., though We woke up every morning four-ish pounds heavier. Sometimes a little more.

I started to get jealous of Val’s body. His gains were so well-distributed. People saw him as a typical fat guy. They noticed his belly, but they didn’t get worried about him.

People got worried about me.

Throughout the second month, I started getting scared. My thighs just wouldn’t stop expanding, but they weren’t smooth anymore. One morning, I woke up with clusters of cellulite on my ass. By the next morning, the cellulite had deepened. And the morning after that, it had spread all the way across my thighs.

It was even noticeable through my pants. I felt so damn lumpy.

Val loved it, though. We had sex every night. He always topped now, completely crazy over what my ass had turned into. I enjoyed it, of course. I loved feeling his belly weigh me down. I loved how my legs jiggled under his movements. I’d gotten too big for some positions, though. My thighs had gotten too squashed together for him to raise my legs up, so I had to stay on my stomach and wait for him to spread my cheeks apart before he took me.

The worst change, the one that really put me into an existential crisis, happened at the end of the second month. I was growing a fat pad. Despite having almost no belly at all, the area above my dick had been steadily growing. Now, it was starting to swallow up my average-sized cock. I couldn’t top him anymore even if I wanted. With my growing thighs and fat pad, my dick was surrounded on all sides with fat, and it really freaked me out.

I sat on our bed and started crying.

Val tried to console me. He placed his hanging belly on my lap because he knew that would comfort me. Didn’t work. I just kept crying.

That’s when he admitted something that he should’ve told me before I’d taken the damn pills. “There’s a, uh, side effect that they warned me about. I didn’t think it was that big a deal at the time, but…”

“What side effect?” I demanded.

“Uneven weight distribution. I thought that meant, like, one moob would grow lower than the other. Like mine kind of is. I didn’t realize…” His voice trailed off.

“I’m uneven!” I screamed. “All my gains are below the waist!”

“Not all of them,” he said, supportively squeezing my very minor roll of belly fat. That was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to my legs.

It wasn’t fair! We’d gained the same amount, but he was growing into a beautiful, big-bellied fat man while I had legs so fat that I barely had a dick anymore!

I sobbed into his shoulder.

He held me in his flabby arms. “It’s okay. The three months are almost over.”

Not quite. We had three and a half more weeks. By then, I probably wouldn’t even be able to walk anymore. I was already waddling everywhere.

“I need new pants,” I muttered.

“Already ordered you some. BXL doesn’t have anything in your size. They’ll arrive tomorrow.”

God. My ass had outgrown the big and tall store. I was a freak.

“What can I do, John? What do you need to feel better?”

I wiped my eyes and looked up at him. “Eat,” I said.

“What?”

“If I’m gonna keep gaining like this, I don’t want to be the only one that everyone stares at. I want you to keep eating for the rest of the month until you’re f*cking enormous. That’ll make me feel better about myself.”

I knew I was being petty. I knew I was lashing out. But I stood by what I said. He didn’t tell me about the side effect, and I wasn’t going to be the only one suffering the consequences. I’d get him so big that no one would even notice me.

He kissed me. “Okay. I’ll order some pizzas.”

***

The next morning, we contacted our adviser and requested that we finish out the rest of the semester online. She didn’t argue. I hadn’t broken any chairs yet, but it was only a matter of time.

For the rest of the month, we spent all our time in the dorm. When we weren’t logged into class, we were in the living room. Val ate as much as he could, and when he couldn’t finish anything else, he either took a nap or I fed him myself. In that time, I barely ate anything. Just a pizza or two a day, a fraction of what Val was shoving in.

We didn’t weigh ourselves until the last day of our three-month sentence. I went first, discovering (not surprisingly) that I’d gained 127 pounds, nearly all in my lower half. Sure, I’d finally gotten love handles and my stomach was hanging down a bit, but it wasn’t nearly enough to balance out my legs. It was extremely difficult to walk, and when I did, I moved like a penguin in constant danger of toppling over. My fat pat had swallowed my cock completely. Only the tip was visible, and only when I got hard. And the cellulite… I had no idea skin could be this uneven and cratered.

Then Val stepped on the scale. It immediately broke. And I don’t mean the numbers stopped working. The scale literally cracked in two. He stumbled backwards and almost fell. “Well,” he said, “hope this makes you happy.”

It really did. I'd gotten so distracted by my angry drive to feed him that I hadn’t stopped to truly appreciate what he looked like now.

Massive. Soft. Drooping. His chest was pendulous. His belly was, too. It jutted out a lot but it mostly hung down, obscuring his crotch. He’d developed so many stretchmarks that my cellulite problem felt like nothing. And if I truly looked at his legs, they weren’t that much smaller than mine. His hips didn’t jut out as far, and his ass cheeks were rounded at the top before seriously flattening from his near-constant sitting, but the legs themselves were almost as thick as mine. Almost.

Sex of any kind was pretty much impossible for him now. The best we could do was press our faces into each other’s fat pads and try to suck each other off. (Still really hot, though.)

I pulled him into bed. My ass and his… everything filled up the mattress. In a way, this was what I’d wanted all along. To grow with Val. And we both had, way more than either of us had imagined.

As I held him and gently rubbed his overflowing belly, I thought about the future. Now that the drugs had worn off, maybe we could lose some of the weight and try to go back to a somewhat normal life. That’s probably what Val would do.

Maybe I would, too.

Or maybe I would keep going. Without the drug messing with my hormones, I could keep gaining and hope that the next 127 pounds would help my upper body catch up. Only time would tell.

For now, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the bodies we’d grown. Deep down, I was happy we’d taken the pills. A little freaked out, but definitely happy.

The End.

Thanks for reading! This one's a bit of a departure for me, my first gainer story that completely throws realism out the window. Let me know if you enjoy this one and I'll write more like it. Otherwise, I'll go back to the (slightly) more grounded stuff.

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The Break-up

"I have something I want to try." And it started off so mild, so light. A couple pieces of chocolate placed in your mouth while he was inside of you. Not totally satisfying, but the seed was there. The next time it was a couple cookies. Then donuts. Then it became a regular part of foreplay. He wasn't particularly into it, but he didn't mind. He was a good partner. Willing to indulge things that didn't cross any of his personal boundaries. And it was the only sure fire way to get you in the mood. You had never had the most robust sex-drive, but somehow a few treats fed to you by hand and a slightly full belly always got you wet and eager. So for a while, it worked well for you both. You were allowed to indulge a previously untapped fantasy and he got to have sex anytime he wanted.

. . . 

"Another, baby . . . please." You were steadily getting greedier. It was taking more to get you in the mood, and you weren't afraid to ask for it. You were grateful to him for being so accommodating and indulging you in this odd little kink, but a part of you really wished you didn't have to ask for more. That he would be the one pushing it. Pushing you. Pushing more and more food into your mouth until you were the one telling him to stop. And then just a few more bites. 

For his part, it was starting to be a little much. When it began, he thought it was just a little food play. But things kept progressing. They were always progressing. Every week it took a little more to satisfy you. But it's not like you were going to get fat.

That was how he consoled himself, but it was already happening. You were getting softer all the time. Every part of you was starting to get round and every piece of clothing you owned was getting tighter. He tried to ignore it. He tried to convince himself that you would notice soon. Be horrified by the results and snap out of it soon. Go to the gym again. Cut back on the stuffings and get this weird little kink under control. But once again, he was just consoling himself.

You were in your own little bubble of excess calories and accumulated fat. Every bite made you more ravenous and every pound made you feel so much more sexy, and you just knew - you could feel it in every part of you - that you were just going to keep getting sexier with every additional pound. You were so sure and so happy and so unprecedentedly horny all the time, that you truly believed that he was just as into it as you.

. . .

“Please, baby, rub it . . . please . . .” You moaned as he came in the door after another long day of work. Yet another day of him coming home from working to find you groaning on the couch next to an empty tub of ice cream clutching your fat bloated belly. Uncomfortably full and uncontrollably horny. Begging for attention. Praying that he fucks you hard enough to make your belly bounce. But that wasn't happening very often anymore. Hardly ever in fact. When even was the last time?

After the first 20lbs, the comments started. Something about your clothes being pretty tight. Another about you feeling softer. You - through your calorie laden bubble - assumed these to be compliments and further proof that you were winning him over. Then 30lbs came and went and the comments got more direct and couched in concern. Aren’t you concerned about the amount of fast food you’ve been eating? I don’t know if that many donuts is a good idea. This is when you started to get an inkling that he might not be won over. That he might not actually like this at all. Then sometime before the 50lb mark, the comments ceased entirely. You looked and felt like a different person. Lazy and heavy and so soft. Your face was round now and so was your belly. You hardly ever wanted to move anymore. Just walking a few blocks had your face red and your breathing heavy. You would much rather have the food come to you. To just lay back and place morself after morsel in your mouth and feel it slide down into your ever-expanding belly. Your wardrobe had to be completely overhauled too, due to your expansion, and you made sure only to buy things with some stretch.

You could feel the attraction diminish as the fat piled on. You could see the look in his eyes everytime he caught a glimpse of you stuffing your face or rubbing your bloated belly. What was that look in his eyes? Pity? Disbelief? Disgust? You didn’t know, and you definitely didn’t want to admit that you loved it. If he wasn’t going to indulge to the extent that you wanted - that you needed - then there was another service he could provide. He was your proof that you had lost control. That you had transformed your once cute and athletic body into a bloated pile of lard. The judgment, pity, disgust, whatever you wanted to call it, it was proof that you had changed. Concrete proof that you were a pig. Part of you hated yourself for doing this. For making this sweet, kind, cute boy disgusted at the site of you. Trap him in a relationship with an uncontrollable fatty without his consent. Beg him like a pathetic horny hog to touch you. To feel your fat and your size. To fuck you as you made it all worse. But you couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to. You needed it to continue until it couldn’t anymore. And so you did.

. . .

“We need to talk” It was one of those days when he came home to find you pinned to the couch after stuffing your face with multiple meals of take-out, groaning and begging for him to come to you. But those four words stopped the usual routine in its tracks. You knew exactly what was happening. You had anticipated this day with growing dread and you got bigger and heavier and greedier. He had reached his limit. Over 50lbs of lard piled on to his once-slim girlfriend was too much. It probably had been for a while.

The tears began welling up immediately as he laid it all out for you. That he couldn’t stand to watch you do this to yourself anymore. Just spend every waking hour eating and eating. Waking up every day a little fatter. Ruining your body, as he put it. He just never really understood. He told you he wasn’t attracted to you anymore. That you were a different person than you were when he met you, and it wasn’t just the fat. And he was right about that. You were a different person. You were yourself now. Your true self. The one you had always wanted to be. 

He was angry - maybe rightfully - and at times he was mean. When he had finally said his piece, your tears had been spent and you sat there feeling fatter than you ever had. Your belly was still bloated and you felt every ounce of fat on your wide frame. Of course, there was no break up sex. He probably couldn’t even get hard with you anymore.

The second he left the house, you gathered the remaining snacks surrounding you in your arms and waddled your fat ass into the bedroom to find your vibrator. With a mouth full of food and his words still ringing in your ear, you had the best orgasm of your life. 

So far.

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I just need someone to feed me boosts all the time

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What happens when a twink gets an enabler boyfriend (can’t believe I use to wear these shorts publicly, they’re so tiny now 😅)