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New serialized story!

Obesity Studies 101

Available exclusively on Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/fatfables/art/Obesity-Studies-101-1227488153

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Camp Shawn - Full Gay Gainer Novel (Beta Version) - Free to Read!

I wrote like a whole book! It's about a guy called Shawn who is co-opted into gaining and then takes it waayyy too far!

It follows his life from his late teens to his late forties. It contains a lot of kinks and a lot of very adult themes which only get stronger as Shawn matures and grows into the man that he believes he was always destined to be.

I'm currently cleaning and refining it, but for now it remains free to access online, warts and farts and all.

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A Gluttony of Dunces:

A fat male weight gain story

Liam rubbed the thick gooey cocoa butter deep into his stretchmarked sides. He pawed at the deep red tributaries that flowed up from his hips and fanned out across heavily bloated and convexed stomach. As he rubbed the butter deeper into his slightly burnt but browning layers of excess skin, he wondered how long it would take for the marks to finally fade and belched loudly, having inadvertently applied too much pressure to his pyloric valve. He looked down at his billowing belly and frowned, his chubby forehead crinkling up like a moist sponge. A single bead of sweat deftly made its way down through the creases and trickled into his eye. It stung of sun tan lotion. He belched again and lifted a paw in order to attempt to wipe the stinging sweat from his eye, but only proceeded to make it worse as the back of warm hand was still coated in a very real yet invisible layer of cocoa butter. He winced and hitched up his swimming shorts, in a failed attempt to cover his hefty ass crack, as he clambered to his feet. He stumbled slightly, squinting, his protruding belly smashing into the desk in his hotel room. The blunt force of the trauma sent wave-like ripples of fat rolling up his multitude of doughy layers and overhangs. His pyloric valve slammed shut and he belched loudly and deeply. The stench of regurgitated Dr Pepper Strawberries and Cream wafted up his piggy nose and began to feel slightly dizzy. I’ve been in the direct sun too long - he thought to himself and lumbered towards the bathroom, holding his distended gut in one hand and his swimming shorts up with another. Once inside the airless bathroom he let his swim wear drop to his ankles and belched once more as he fell down so hard on the toilet seat that it sounded like it was going to crack. With sweat now pouring from his low hairline, he grimaced, and cursed his mother for not checking that the air conditioning in their rooms also extended to the en suites. He spent the next ten minutes thunderously squirting out ultra-carbonated diarrhea while wiping off his soaking face with a used bath towel that he had left in the sink that morning. Finally his pyloric valve opened again and the gaseous attack was over. He decided that it was easiest to clean himself off in the shower. He squeezed his sweaty bulk into the cubicle and turned on the shockingly cold but relieving water. As his huge body finally began to cool, he felt and heard a large rumbling coming from deep within his stomach. He wondered what the time was and whether he was late or not to meet his mother.

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The Story of Johnny Bloat

(As Told by his Mom)

Mrs S. Haversham

46 Springdale Avenue

Waterbury

CT 06708

September 16th, 1989

Dear Sandra,

I am so sorry that we couldn’t make it over for your birthday again this year. We have still been having problems with Johnny and the school. He has now started fifth grade and the nurse has once more been on to us about his weight. Why do we need to go through this palaver every year? It’s always the same. I tell her that it’s just a bit of puppy fat and that his brother was the same, but she won’t have it. Did you know that Kalvin is the captain of the football team now? We’re so proud of him. After this year's physical it’s been even worse. I was called into a meeting at the school with her and that damned counsellor. You know, he even had the balls to say to me that he thought that Johnny has “an unhealthy relationship with food!”

I asked him what that was supposed to mean and he told me that his teachers had reported that he boasts to his friends about how much he can eat. They want me to talk to him about it. Can you imagine? He’s such a delicate boy anyway. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to make my child feel self conscious about his body image! I’ll never understand these people. If it wasn’t so far to Lynchburg, I would have him change school.

Anywho, that’s enough about me. How are you doing? 28 at last! How’s baby Michael? What is he, like six now? Does that Constantine woman still live with you? I never liked her. Hippy clothes and short hair just isn’t a good look. I know that you won’t want to hear this but Daniel came around the other week. He really would like to see his son. I didn’t know what to tell him. He seems so different now. I know it’s not my place to say but I really think that you should at least contact him. I think that he deserves at least an explanation. I don’t mean to stick my nose in where it’s not wanted but none of us down here really understand why you left still.

I guess that I will see you at Mom’s for Thanksgiving. We can sort Christmas out then. 

Lots of Love, Big Sis Karen xxx

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Mrs S. Haversham

46 Springdale Avenue

Waterbury

CT 06708

January 4th, 1990

Dear Sandra,

Mom is very disappointed that you no showed for Christmas. Personally, I think that was very selfish of you. The rest of the family was there, everyone else made the effort. Dad said something about you wanting to bring that awful Constantine woman and that Mom ixnayed it? If that’s really the reason, then I think that’s very selfish and petulant of you. I do worry about how you think sometimes. We were all desperate to see baby Michael.

I’m going to move on because the last thing I want is for us to fall out. Johnny will start at his new school next week. I’m so glad to finally have him out of there. There’s no bus he can take to Lynchburg so Jerry is going to have to drive him 45 minutes every day. It’s such a hassle but it'll be worth it. You know they were having him talk with the counsellor every week behind my back, right? I think I mentioned that in my last letter. Well, to add insult to injury they sent me a letter before Christmas to inform me that he had gained 12 lbs since the start of term! And the worst thing is that they gave Johnny the letter to give to me. It wasn’t even in an envelope! The poor boy was distraught. That was the horse that broke the camel’s back. He has such a sensitive temperament, he was in tears! Jerry had to take him out for ice cream to try to cheer him up. Mom thinks that the school got it wrong as well. She said that it’s obvious that a child’s weight would increase. Children grow, that’s what they do! She says that I’m doing the right thing. I’m sure that you would also agree.

You should have seen the amount of stuff that she got him for Christmas. The boy was overloaded with new computer games and chocolates. I have to admit that I went a little overboard with him as well. I think it was the guilt from taking him away from his friends that caused me to do it. Anywho, you never saw a happier boy than him opening his presents after Christmas dinner. His face was covered in gravy and ice cream but he looked so cute! It really is a shame that you missed it. It’s those moments with your children that matter most. That’s why we missed Michael so much.

I’ll be in touch soon.

Lots of Love, Big Sis Karen xxx

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Mrs S. Haversham

46 Springdale Avenue

Waterbury

CT 06708

September 18th, 1994

Dear Sandra,

I really don’t know how to start this letter. Four years? Four years and no responses? If I’m being honest I didn’t want to write it, but you know how Jerry goes on. He says that he is sick of me whining about you all the time and that I should do something about it. I told him that it was you who needed to do something about it! You’re the one who needs to respond.

I know you’ve been talking to Mom, Dad told me. He also told me that awful Constantine woman still lives with you. What’s up with her? Who lodges with a single Mom and small child for seven years? Does she not have a life of her own? Maybe if she moved out and grew her hair she might find herself a man and start her own life!

Anywho, I’m going to focus on what’s been going on here. It’s easier for me to talk about that. Johnny started High School. I’m so proud of my little man! Well, I say little…Did you know that he’s been on such a growth spurt recently that one of his teachers mistook him for a senior? She told him he was in the wrong class! That was the first thing that he told me over dinner after his first day. It made him so happy. Teenagers always want to be bigger than they are! They grow up so quickly nowadays.

He has moved to the local High School as he got fed up with the long drives in the morning. I don’t blame him. 45 minutes was a long time in a car for a child every day. Thankfully we’ve had no such repetition of the problems with that school. They still insisted on doing a medical and sent me the details but it never went further than that. Apparently, he was supposed to bring home something about healthy eating and recipes but he told me that he threw it in the trash because it was all bullshit food that he didn’t like. I would have been pissed about such behavior a year or two ago, but I think that it’s important to allow teenagers some level of independence. Honestly, I was impressed that he showed such decisiveness. He is still very gentle and timid otherwise. He is so mild and softly spoken that I would be worried about him getting bullied at High School if he wasn’t so large. Don’t say anything to anyone but Jerry even suggested that he might be, you know, like that. Jerry said that he went down to the basement to clear out the pizza boxes for recycling, (Oh! I forgot to say Johnny has moved down to the basement), and he swore that he was erm, I don’t know how to write this, I’ll just say it, making himself go blind under his quilt. Jerry said that he wouldn’t normally tell me something like this as he saw it as a father’s duty to deal with, (I disagree totally, by the way, a boy is a mother’s duty!), only that he was watching one of those home bakery shows while he was, yeah, you know.

I really lost my temper over that one! Have you ever heard anything so preposterous? We’re a Christian family. I reminded Jerry of that and told him to rinse his mouth out with soap and water! Johnny has been to church every Sunday since he was a baby. He would never engage in such filth. I don’t know what’s wrong with Jerry sometimes.

Please get in touch, I’d love to know how baby Michael is doing!

Lots of Love, Big Sis Karen xxx

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Mrs S. Haversham

46 Springdale Avenue

Waterbury

CT 06708

June 23rd, 1995

Dear Sandra,

Thank you so much for your letter. It really was great to hear from you! I had no idea that Johnny and Michael had been communicating. What exactly is a chat board? I know that Jerry got Johnny a computer for Christmas and it has this darn internet thingy that means that I can’t use the phone in my own house, but I really don’t understand how it works. Sending messages down a phone line? It really is a miracle!

Of course Michael is welcome to come and stay with us over Independence weekend, we’d be glad to have him! It doesn’t seem real that Johnny and Michael have never met. Honestly, I think it will be good for Johnny. He’s become very uncommunicative lately and spends all his time in the basement eating and playing on the computer. He has barely spoken a word to me since I asked him about that thing that I told you his father said he saw. The poor boy was horrified! I knew that Jerry was wrong about that! 

Quite frankly me and Jerry haven’t been getting along so well lately. The whole atmosphere in the house has become rather frosty. It’s not just that one thing, Jerry also took Johnny to see the doctor without telling me. And you’d never guess what for? He was concerned about his weight! I found the appointment letter in the kitchen trash when I was going through it. And after all of the problems that we’ve had with his schools! How many times do I have to explain this to people? It’s just puppy fat! Jerry claims that 320 lbs is too much for a sixteen year old, he said that maybe the school had been right after all! He said that he thought that Johnny did have an unhealthy relationship with food! I asked him how on Earth he could say such things? And, you know what he said? I will be clear now that these are his words not mine: “I caught him jacking it to a bakery show!” I’ve never heard such foul language and lies in my life!

So, yes, Michael is very welcome. I think that having a boy to talk to will be good for Johnny. We look forward to welcoming him home.

Lots of Love, Big Sis Karen xxx

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Mrs S. Haversham

46 Springdale Avenue

Waterbury

CT 06708

August 3rd, 1995

Dear Sandra,

How dare you!? How dare you!? How in the name of Jesus can any of this be my fault? You’re the one who sent your pervert son and his devilish mouth and ways into my house! You’re the one who let him drive Jerry away! You’re the one who’s been secretly living in sin for years! No wonder your boy’s a pervert! Two Mom’s? Two Mom’s? I’ve never heard anything so ludicrous in my life!

Did it never occur to you that bringing a child up in a house of sexual depravity might confuse them? You dare say that this is my fault! It’s your son who made my Johnny put on that dress! It’s your son who treated him like his wife! My poor Johnny is scared to death! He never leaves his bed anymore, let alone the basement! He’s ashamed to look me in the eye, he won’t talk to me, all he does is eat and cry and demand to be allowed to see Michael again! His own cousin! Well, I’m telling you now, that is never happening!

I have no idea how you can have a go at me for introducing him to Daniel. It’s his father! You say that it's not my place to interfere, or to make that decision, but it’s not your’s either! A boy needs his father! And that has never been more apparent than now. Two Mom’s? No wonder Michael doesn’t know the difference between a girl and a boy!

Johnny was a perfectly happy good Christian boy before that puck of the devil defiled him! Yes he was the quiet type, yes he was softly mannered, but he was a normal boy! It might take me years to get him over this!

Jerry left as well, but you already know that, don’t you? You made sure to have a good chat with him, didn’t you? I don’t know how your type does it, but somehow you got your nasty lesbian claws into my husband and convinced him that it was me who had caused Johnny to overeat. He came to me and said that I had always been overbearing! He said that Johnny ate in order to fill the gap in his life that was the lack of love from his mother! I’ve never heard such hellish blasphemy in all my life! He said that Johnny was one of those homo’s and always had been and that I was too blinded by the church to see it! He said that I’m the one that’s been indoctrinated! You gave me no choice but to kick him out! Your sexual deviance has destroyed my family!

Well this is my last letter, ever! You’ve soiled my husband, ruined my son, and brought nothing but sadness, shame, and despair not only to this family but to the whole community. I don’t know how I’ll ever dare show my face in public again!

I hate you!!

Big Sis Karen xxx

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From: karen.bloat@yahoo.com

To: SandraJP@aol.com

Thu 04.22.2003. 23.45

No Subject.

Hi Sandra,

I’ve finally worked out how to use email! I know it’s 2003, but you know what I’m like!

Sorry, that’s not how I meant to start. I’m sorry. I miss you. Eight years is a long time. Mom told me about Constantine’s cancer. I really was sorry to hear that. I never met her but from what Mom said she sounded nice. Just a big chain-smoking dyke. Sorry. Again. That was insensitive. I’ve had a glass or two. You can’t blame me, this is not easy to write.

Johnny has been doing well since he got back from college. He still stays in the basement and he still likes to eat. I guess that was another thing that I was wrong about; the puppy fat. Remember how I always used to say that it was just puppy fat? Well, it turns out it wasn’t. He’s just a fatty. Full stop. He’s not the only one, though, the country’s full of them nowadays!

The last I got out of him he claimed that he was 430 lbs but I suspect that it’s more. He’s still wearing women’s clothing as well, though, thankfully not in public. He just lies in bed eating my pot roast in a giant pink komono. I’ve come to terms with the fact that he is gay now. Your Michael did that to him and it can’t be undone. I understand that now. That damn fraudulent conversion camp cost me five grand! You can’t turn back time, but you can ask for forgiveness?

LOL, Big Sis Karen xxx

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From: karen.bloat@yahoo.com

To: SandraJP@aol.com

Thu 07.29.2005. 15.07

Subject: HELP!! HELP!! IMPORTANT HELP!!

Sandra,

I know you said you never want to hear from me again, but I don’t know what to do! It’s Johnny! I think he’s had a heart attack! They had to take the floor out! He’s gone off in the ambulance now! They asked how old he was and I told them 26. They asked how heavy he was and I guessed at 640! And they just tutted at me and told me that I should have got a doctor to see him ages ago! They think I’m a bad Mom! There’s no one else here! Mom and Dad are gone and I can’t get hold of Jerry. Please Sandra! I need you! I don’t know what the fuck to do!?

Call Me! 561-555-7689

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From: karen.bloat@yahoo.com

To: SandraJP@aol.com

Tues 08.02.2005. 17.31

Subject: Funeral Arrangements

Hi Sandra,

Just to confirm the funeral is Tuesday at 3pm. See you then.

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From: karen.bloat@yahoo.com

To: SandraJP@aol.com

Weds 07.11.2005. 03.57

Subject: Michael EXCOMMUNICATED!!!!!!

Sandra,

I kept my piece at the funeral for Johnny’s sake, but I have to say this. What the fuck is with your perverted hell boy son? What sort of man turns up to a funeral in a dress!!!? And what the fuck was with that explanation!? Doing it in tribute to who Johnny really was??? He barely knew him!!! He was my son and HE WASNT A PERVERT!!!!!! At least not till he met your shameful child of sin! Born of sin leads to sin!! I wouldn’t be surprised if Michael had raped him!! Like Father, like Son!!! Johnny was a good Christian boy. He would have been too ashamed to ever tell his dear mamma the truth! but I bet thats what happened! That’s why he’s dead!!! My boy is dead!!!!!!!! His good Christian heart could no longer bear the pain!

And why the hell did he eat so much??? He’s not a big guy!!! He devoured that entire cake, became heavily flatulent and caused such a scene!!! It stank to high hell!!!! I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life! Is that what he calls paying his respects?

Also, Daniel was only there because he knew Johnny!! He has rights to you know!!! You only ever think of yourself!!! Your such a selfish bitch!!!! How dare you ask him to leave?? His been nothing but good to me!!!!

Anywho, it was still kind of nice to see you in spite of everything. Now that Constantine's dead you could always come over for thanksgiving? Otherwise I’ll be alone this year :-C Just don’t bring Michael, OK!!!???

Big Sis Karen xxx

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I wanna ask you something VERY IMPORTANT!! How do you make those videos? I want to know and learn! What source is it on?! How can I do it myself?!

Hey,

No worries, there is no dark secret. I use openart.ai. It's actually very simple. The bad news is that it's a subscription service. I'm unaware of any free services that provide the character model and video software required. If you know of any please let me know!

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Video to promote my new story:

Two Fat Spaniards

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Michael's 'Me' Day

After falling out with his holiday crush, Michael decided to spend the day focusing on himself.

This is my longest attempt yet at creating a whole video story of one of my oc's. It's not perfect but I feel that it is an improvement.

Michael is from 'Hotel de la Gorda' a gay gainer holiday romace. You can read that story and many more at www.fatfables.com

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The Turning of the Scales:

A gainer Gothic horror.

https://www.fatfables.com/the-turning-of-the-scales

Based upon Henry James' classic 'The Turn of the Screw' this Gothic tale tells of a teacher known only as 'Miss' who is employed to tutor two teenagers at the impressive Bly House. The story is filled with growing bellies, ghosts, intrigue, and mystery.

Read the full story for free!

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Love at Hotel de la Gorda!

My attempts to build a cartoon of one of my stories continues. This is a quick short of Tobias and Michael from Hotel de la Gorda.

You can read their story for free here: https://www.fatfables.com/hotel-de-la-gorda

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Bigger on the Inside

There is a line in the Bruce Bogtrotter song from Matilda the Musical that goes:

“Your largness is like a tardis;

Bigger on the inside.”

Though the rhyming is pretty poor the implication is clear; Bruce is capable of eating more than it appears that he can, which is why he manages to eat the entire cake much to the delight of his classmates.

This story is not about Bruce Bogtrotter. It’s about Damien Smith, a gainer. Damien was overweight, he was quite frankly very fat, but compared to how much he consumed he wasn’t on the level that you, or he, would have expected.

A lot of gainers would think that being able to consume endless amounts of food would be a dream come true, but being bigger on the inside is not always the benefit that it is made out to be...

Read Damien's story for free at fatfables.com

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Another test video of my OC, Dyson, from my Twin Cheeks trilogy.

I am still just playing with these. The hope is to be able to make a full cartoon version of one of my stories.

You can read the Twin Cheeks trilogy and other weight gain stories for free on my website.

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The Break Fast Club

Charlie Bucketbelly and his friends decide to restart the breakfast club that they used to have at school...

Charlie and Ryan had been into gaining for years. The two gay boys came across the phenomenon while searching for videos of bigger men on Pornhub. Only then were they able to give a label to what they and their friends had been feeling for years. Discovering that what they had been doing silently was in fact natural, was a major relief for the both of them, allowing them to finally discuss their feelings about their bodies. Before that it had always been unspoken.

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“Pass the sugar, please.”

Ryan slid the glass bowl to the other side of the table.

“Thanks.”

Charlie dunked his tablespoon into the bowl and sprinkled a more than generous amount of white sugar onto his Frosties.

“Charlie!”

It was Ms Cumbersome who spoke: “How many times have I told you! The sugar is only for the tea! Frosties are already covered with sugar!”

“Sorry, Miss.”

With the teachers back turned both boys snickered and Charlie added a second tablespoon of sugar to his cereals in spite. Ryan smiled at Charlie, motioned for him to pass the sugar bowl back to him, and sprinkled a heaped spoon of sugar on top of his Coco Pops causing Charlie to almost spit out his breakfast with laughter.

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“I read online that skipping breakfast leads to weight gain.”

“That’s gotta be bullshit! How on Earth can eating less cause you to gain weight?”

“Apparently, you don’t eat less, you eat more. Cos you go hungry until later in the day your body craves larger amounts of foods and more sugars, so you’re more likely to overeat at lunch and choose unhealthy foods.”

“I don’t buy it. Surely you’d be better to eat a big breakfast and then have lots of sugars and fats for lunch anyway?”

“Well yeah, but most people don’t do that.”

“Oh, yeah! I guess I was just thinking about myself.”

“Not everyone is a gainer Charlie.”

“They should be, it’s awesome!”

“Do you think we’d weigh more now if we never went to breakfast club?”

“Hell no! What are you on about? Breakfast club was the best! It was the only part of school that I ever liked!”

“Yeah, but, maybe we would have eaten more at lunch instead?”

“And how would we have done that? We never had any money! That was why we were in the breakfast club in the first place! And that fuckin’ Ms Cumbersome, she never allowed us to go for thirds! Breakfast club was our saviour!”

“It was pretty damn sweet!”

“Too right! I owe at least half of my belly to that club!”

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How to Maintain your Gut

A Surplus Guide to a Healthy Digestive System

Everyone knows that maintaining a healthy digestive system is a key component of the process of stomach augmentation. Depressingly genetic and bacterial weaknesses such as lactose and gluten intolerances, so-called ‘irritable syndromes’ and intestinal dysfunctions, can all lead to a decrease in abdominal adipose attainment.

This is why our specialist weight management team has developed this helpful guide in order to help you achieve your abdominal attainment aims and avoid the ghastly pitfalls of an unhealthy gut.

This guide will lead you through the four main food types as identified by Doctor Shane Tjock in his seminal work ‘Adipophilic Eating.’ In addition each food type will be accompanied by a scientific explanation of its weight management benefits in order to help you continue to develop your own personal sustenance surplus.

Food Type 1 - White Bread

Long associated with weight gain white bread has been a staple food for centuries. Due to its high glycemic index and low fiber content it’s easier and quicker to digest than its less successful darker counterparts, leading to an increase in insulin levels which helps to deliver a higher amount of glucose to your cells. White bread is high in starchy endosperms which means that it’s not only higher in calories than brown bread but easier to consume without feeling full. This higher calorie density and lack of unhelpful nutrients is why white bread increases both hunger and the ability to consume larger amounts. With its increased potential for overconsumption white bread and other refined carbohydrates such as pasta, potato chips, candies, and pastries, all help with the desirable increase in fat storage and visceral fat accumulation. Eat more white bread - for your gut’s sake!

Food Type 2 - Beer

Beer, along with all alcohols, helps your liver to stop unnecessarily burning precious body fat. With your liver busy focusing on the metabolization of alcohol (like it was designed to do) your gut is now free to benefit from all the calories that beer has to offer. A standard 12 oz serving contains an average of 150 calories meaning that even an average evening’s consumption could add 1000 calories to your daily levels. On top of that beer acts as an appetite stimulator further adding to your potential surplus. A surplus of visceral fat - the type of fat that builds up around the organs in the abdominal cavity is the most metabolically active type. That’s why it’s so good for your gut! In addition, the social benefits of high levels of beer and other alcohol consumption are well known. People who drink a lot of beer have more friends, party more, stay up later, eat later at night, and tend to consume more high calorie fast foods. Beer really is your belly’s best friend. For its sake - drink more beer!

Food Type 3 - Ice Cream

Who doesn’t like ice cream? With its high sugar and saturated fat content ice cream really is one of the most delicious and beneficial foods for your belly. Even when you have already over consumed and your gut is achingly full it will always accept ice cream due to its almost heavenly high tempting levels of sweetness. Ice cream is hence the perfect food for expanding digestive capacity. The natural human ability to consume large amounts of ice cream in spite of distended feelings of satiety is how we know that it is so good for us. Why else would your gut demand so much of it? The healthy bacteria in your gut likes nothing more than breaking down sugars and saturated fats. Bacteria are happiest when they are busy. Ice cream is a delicious way to keep your gut full and happy. Happy is healthy. Eat more ice cream - for a healthier gut and a happier life!

Food Type 4 - Soda

Soda contributes to your stomach’s health primarily through its high levels of fructose. This naturally occurring ketonic simple sugar is found in many plants. Fructose also metabolizes in the liver, freeing up your gut for other important digestive tasks. This is what makes both soda and alcohol perfect meal time companions, in addition to being general healthy calorie rich thirst quenchers. In a similar way to white bread, sodas can also cause insulin spikes leading to increased metabolism and digestion. This increased ability to eat more will always make your gut happy. Full fat sodas live up to their name as they are loaded with added sugars. Drink them often and they will load added fat onto your immensely satisfied gut. Drink soda and gain more fat!

In conclusion: a happy belly is a healthy belly! Load your gut with more than ample amounts of the four main food types and you will be amazed at how quickly your gut starts to feel better.

Top Tip: Why not try a gut friendly retro surplus lunch?

Here is our simple recipe for the perfect gut healthy lunch that anyone can make at work or home:

1. Ice Cream Sandwiches

Take several rounds of thickly cut white farmhouse bread and smear them with thick spoonfuls of creamy classic cornish vanilla ice cream. Place these on top of each other in order to create several extra large sandwiches. For those of you with a sweet tooth, you may wish to consider adding a generous sprinkling of sugar onto the ice cream. Garnish with a large packet of potato chips.

2. Ice Cream Floats

Also known as ice cream sodas, these are just like your Granny used to make on hot summer days. Take a pint glass and fill it to the rim with classic creamy cornish vanilla ice cream. Pour in as much cola or lemonade soda, dependent on your personal taste, as fits. Best served with a straw and a spoon. If all this ice cream leaves you feeling thirsty, drink several pints of soda on the side.

3. Liquid Lunch

For those of you that are old enough, why not consider getting into the retro vibe by having a few beers with your lunch? Liquid lunches were a daily occurrence up until the late twentieth century and they never did anyone any harm. Fight back against the woke nonsense for your belly’s sake, and drink four or five beers at lunch time!

4. Ice Cream for dessert

What better way is there to round off any meal than with a huge bowl of delicious cool sweet ice cream? Consider adding toppings to your ice cream in order to keep things fresh. Sprinkles, candies, and flakes, all add extra flavors that will make your belly growl in anticipation. The perfect end to a perfect gut healthy lunch.

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New Selection of Weight Gain Stories!

Hotel de la Gorda

Michael Robinson is on a family holiday at Hotel de la Gorda. There he falls in love with a sweet Chubby Swedish boy called Tobias.

Will a holiday romance blossom?

Fat Tyler

Fat Tyler is back from college and has gotten himself in a bit of a fix. Will his greedy nature help him to find a solution?

Overly Insatiable

Irish teen, Patrick, has been in a motorcycle accident causing him to lose his short term memory - with unexpected consequences.

The only Fat Fable based on a true story!

Twin Cheeks

Dyson dreams of being fat but he can never bring himself to overeat. It seems like his dream will remain a fantasy until his mysterious cousin comes to visit.

Queer Eye for the Fat Guy

23 year old Robbie, signs up for a TV show as a last ditch effort to keep hold of his girlfriend, Sarah.

All these and many more available to read for free at https://www.fatfables.com/

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A taste of my new gay gainer holiday romace: Hotel de la Gorda

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Half an hour later and all of the family, in well-fitting swimwear, were sunning themselves by the pool. A waiter came by and Dave ordered five large cool local lagers. Pete ordered for himself.

“Damn it’s hot!” Dave complained as he took a huge swig of his beer, downing half a plastic cup full in one go.

Pete looked knowingly at April: “It’s going to get up to 42 today, and it may even be 46 by the end of the week,” he said.

“What a scorcher!” Marie said, mopping the sweat off her perspiring brow.

“Who wants to go for a swim?” Jakey asked, rising from his sunbed, the front of his ball shaped belly and puffy chest clearly burned bright red.

“Wooh! You need to use suncream! How many times have we told you!?” Dave reprimanded his son.

Jakey protested that he hadn’t been out of the UK since he was eleven, but knew from the pain that he was already feeling that he had made a mistake.

“Put some sunscreen on your brother, please,” Marie said.

Michael sighed as his rotund younger brother sat down in front of him. Michael took the suncream and poured a very generous amount onto his hands before reaching around the sides of his brother’s muffin top and began to rub the cooling cream into his stuffed belly.

As he was doing this he spotted a slightly chubby blonde boy of about his own age walking along the far side of the pool. The boy, who was late teens or early twenties, had piercing blue eyes, and strolled with purpose towards the edge of the pool. He stood with his toes overhanging the edge by just the same amount that his little starter belly overhung his yellow swim shorts. He turned and waved to what must have been his mother and yelled; “Hej mamma! Kolla på detta!” Before diving graciously into the cool water.

Michael watched with intent waiting for him to resurface. When he finally did come back up the cute blonde boy swept back his now soaking wet hair and rubbed his eyes, before turning to gain the plaudits of his Mamma, who wasn’t paying him any attention.

“What language was that?” Michael asked.

“Eh?” April replied.

“What that guy just shouted, what language was that?”

“Swedish,” Pete replied. April gave him a very impressive smile.

“Clever clogs!” Dave retorted, frustrated that he couldn’t answer his own son’s query.

The Swedish boy looked over at the fat British family burning in the sun, clearly something had alerted him to the fact that they were talking about him. He made eye contact with Michael who quickly looked down, feeling ashamed that he had been caught staring. 

Unfortunately for Michael only more shame was forthcoming as he looked down the back of Jakey’s loose red board shorts and unconsciously stared deep down into his younger brother’s hugely soft and ever widening arse crack. It was at this point, with his creamy hands gently cupping Jakey’s sticky-out fat-laden moobs, that he realised that he had a boner. He let go of his brother’s breasts in shock and pushed Jakey hard in the back.

Jakey yelled,  “Oi!” and stood up quickly, causing his bright red belly to jiggle.

He turned around to face his brother and was about to say: “What was that for?” when he noticed the obvious outline of the bulging penis in Michaels’s new fitting board shorts.

He yelled, “What the fuck? I knew you were gay!”

Michael's face was as red as Jakey’s belly and the whole family turned and stared at his embarrassment. He could have died right there and then, only he noticed the Swedish boy in the pool looking over at him; he was smiling and giggling and gave Michael a friendly wave and wink. Michael waved back with his left hand, as his right hand was placed strategically over his crotch.

“I told you he wouldn’t grow out of it,” Dave said to his wife.

Marie suggested that they all go and get changed. Jakey had already had too much sun. And it was almost time for lunch...

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Twin Cheeks: The Return

The third and final part of my gainer trilogy.

Dyson had only been at college for two weeks when he saw him. At first he thought that he must be seeing things, that he must surely be imagining it. Surely, it wasn’t possible that Tyson was going to the same college as him? What were the odds?

He had only met his incorrigibly heavy set cousin once before, but he was never going to forget a body like that. Tyson’s belly had ballooned massively since he had last seen him in the spring. That was only six months ago, yet it appeared that Tyson had managed to smash way past his graduation goal of 350 lbs.

He watched the mesmerising belly bobble and bounce as it strolled purposefully across the courtyard and into the campus Subway. Dyson hid his own slim frame behind a tree and peered nervously towards the automatic doors waiting for his cousin to exit; he had to be sure that it was really him.

Tyson reappeared from the sandwich shop ten minutes later carrying a take out bag that seemed to contain no less than three foot longs. His tanned belly, already straining, hung low out of the bottom of his orange t-shirt. The same type that Dyson wore. Tyson took a seat on a bench in the courtyard and unwrapped his first Meatball Marinara.

Dyson watched dumbstruck as Tyson greedily gnawed away at the extra long greasy sub. 

How could this guy eat so much?

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Twin Cheeks: 2

“So how are you feeling now that graduation is finally out of the way? Do you have any plans for the summer?”

Dyson stared at Jeanette. What an inane question. Why didn’t she ever just get to the point that she was trying to make?

“It feels good to finally be done with high school,” he mumbled, eyes back firmly on the floor.

“And how’s your relationship with food at the moment?”

Why did she always have to ask him about that? She knew full well that he had a complicated relationship with food. They had been over this so many times already.

“I still have no appetite.”

Dyson gave his answer to a blackbird flying past the window. There was something about Jeanette, about this office, that he really disliked. Maybe it was the old-fashioned dark oak furniture that reminded him of his great-grandmother’s house, or maybe it was just the box of tissues on the table between them. The tissues that he never needed, the tissues that offended him.

Jeanette sat quietly. She was expecting him to say more.

“I do try to eat, don’t get me wrong. I know that’s what we’ve talked about before. Little and often. But, it just feels so wrong some days.”

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