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New story: 'I Married a Chef'

"When Elio returned from dinner with his friends he looked like a holiday ham. His face was flushed pink from alcohol and his belly was so distended you could see his belly button through his sweater.."

Synopsis:

Elio is a svelte model married to a husky chef named Raf. It doesn’t take long before Raf’s passion for rich decadent cuisine rubs off on Elio’s waistline. As Elio puts on weight he naturally struggles to find work. Meanwhile, Raf’s career takes off when he nabs a spot on a cooking show. Being married to a chef and putting on weight is one thing, but being married to a celebrity chef is another beast entirely. With the added fame and riches, both men find themselves losing the battle of the bulge. 

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New story: 'I Married a Chef'

"When Elio returned from dinner with his friends he looked like a holiday ham. His face was flushed pink from alcohol and his belly was so distended you could see his belly button through his sweater.."

Synopsis:

Elio is a svelte model married to a husky chef named Raf. It doesn’t take long before Raf’s passion for rich decadent cuisine rubs off on Elio’s waistline. As Elio puts on weight he naturally struggles to find work. Meanwhile, Raf’s career takes off when he nabs a spot on a cooking show. Being married to a chef and putting on weight is one thing, but being married to a celebrity chef is another beast entirely. With the added fame and riches, both men find themselves losing the battle of the bulge. 

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Reminiscing over one of the first gainer stories I ever wrote! These chapters still take me back to that reverie I had as a young admirer. Crazy how so many years (and pounds) later how things have changed. For those that didn't know, I wrote some sequel stories to this one too:

A Hefty Hideaway

Synopsis: Liam is a reporter called on to investigate a mysterious inn popular with college athletes. As a gym buff himself, Liam goes undercover and infiltrates the quaint establishment. What he soon discovers is that he and all the other guests are gaining weight at a rapid rate. With the help of particularly handsome and homosexual ex-jock, Liam seeks to expose the owner of the inn as a closet encourager.

The Mentor

Synopsis: Scott, an experienced chef, feeder, and encourager, has found himself the unlikely proprietor of a small bed and breakfast in the rural south. One day his half-brother’s nephew, Eli, discovers him on Grommr and negotiates an extended summer stay at the BNB. Eli is a determined fledgling gainer and Scott can’t help but encourage those impulses. As the two grow close and Eli grows plump, will Scott be able to resist the temptations of his favorite feedee?

Bed and Breakfast: Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

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What are the stories with more sub dom themes?

Btw huge supporter of your stories! It has helped me gain a lot🫶🏼

I love to hear that! How much have you gained?

I have a handful of stories that fit this criteria. Links below. There's probably more too that I can't remember.

Dadbod

Pure Gains

The Pig Party

Two Hundred Pounds Later

The Mentor

The Four Encouragers of Freshman Year

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'Cow Tattoo'

Cooper was stupefied as he gazed upon the absolute unit of a man before him. The ribbing of the wife beater the man wore was stretched to capacity, to the point where it was see-through and on the verge of tearing. The thin straps of the tank contrasted with the bottom hem stretched a mile wide over the man’s overhang. It created an almost surreal vision that Cooper struggled to comprehend. The man’s proportions were insane. 

He could tell that athletic shoulders were somewhere, buried beneath layers of dough, holding the blubber up pert so it seemed to defy gravity. Big heavy tits swelled forward with a dusting of auburn chest hair. The fat of his chest sagged luxuriously downward, connecting to the fat of his back. That band of thick chub propped the man’s arms up and outward. Arms that also were rotund like sausages and encased with excess blubber. A strange tattoo of a cow holding a fork and knife was emblazoned across the bicep, stretched and blurring from the man’s expansion. Angry red stretch marks around the shoulders and pits punctuated his upper body mass, telling a history of constant growth and gluttony.

The true marvel was the expansive barrel-like belly encasing his midsection. It completely overwhelmed his frame and looked almost debilitatingly round. Cooper could hardly fathom how this guy lived day to day with such dense chub ballooning outward from his center. At that size, the poor guy couldn’t reasonably do much besides lay around. That was probably why he was panting just from answering the door. 

The belly fat swelled forward so forcefully that it required the man to stand with his shoulders back and his chin melting into the band of fat around his neck. His legs were bowed from holding up all that mass. Thickly padded thighs spilled out of ratty cotton shorts and puffed out around the indentation of his knees. Every inch of this man was overcome with fat, and given the order of food Cooper was holding in his arms it was no wonder. 

“Cooper?” the man said. 

Cooper, confused, blinked twice and then his jaw dropped open. He couldn’t believe it.

Read the rest of the story and it's prequel, 'The Making of a Cow,' on Patreon.

'The Making of a Cow' synopsis:

In Cow Tattoo, we meet Roger Durop, a “debilitatingly round” man with a cow tattoo on his bicep who orders enough food delivery in one sitting to feed an army. But how did Roger get to this point? His back story is a lurid one, from a frat guy gaining the freshman fifty, to a sports injury that justifies another hundred pounds, to an office job that allows his weight to completely spiral. It becomes clear that Roger was destined to be huge. This is the making of a cow.

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'Growing Grant'

Synopsis:

Lots of people are self conscious about their weight, and Grant is no different. He’s always been a pudgy guy engaged with the battle of the bulge. When he begins dating a new guy named Tim he inevitably puts on some relationship weight. This time it’s different though, because Tim enjoys a pudgy Grant. Once Tim lets his freak flag fly and reveals his fetish for growing guys, Grant enters a sensual new era of enjoying weight gain and embracing his curves.

Read this stories and dozens of others on Patreon

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Can we expect a new chapter of Brothers or Boyfriends

I have no plans to continue that story. I will consider what the future looks like for Kenneth and Jude though! Glad to hear someone's enjoying that one. It sometimes seems like the longer stories lose people's interest...

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Can you write a story about a family whose tradition is to select a man of every generation that they feed to become the biggest? Maybe they compete with other families? And can it have a backstory of previous generations up till the current one?

I'm open to doing commissions. Email me at originalgainerstories@gmail.com. I'll share my rates and see if we can make something work.

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'My Best Friend's Brother'

Synopsis:

Not all twinks are built the same. Some, like Milo Carr, have an appetite and failed dreams of building muscle. Then they go off to grad school and begin stacking on weight like they’re preparing for hibernation. So what’s a self-respecting guy to do when his best friend’s little brother is a piggish (ex)twink like Milo Carr? Is he supposed to respect the boundary and maintain bro code? That wouldn’t be very fun, would it?

Read the full story on Patreon

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Two of my favorite stories are now live on Patreon. Addicted turned me on so much I, appropriately, couldn't stop and ended up penning Seven Days of Gluttony as a direct sequel.

'Addicted' Synopsis: 

(Three Chapters)

In the shadows of the bath house you encounter a man with the perfect combination of muscle and fat. You grab his belly and compliment his girth. Little do you know this man is a sex addict who will become obsessed with this newfound fetish for weight gain. The only problem is that once you open up Pandora’s box, there is no going back.

'Seven Days of Gluttony' Synopsis:

(Seven Chapters)

Eli Bone is a hedonistic pig with only two things on his mind: food and sex. With one week off work he decides to go all in. Locking himself inside, he posts an open call for local feeders to stuff him silly. What follows is seven days of absolute gluttony.

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Are you on grommr/ any other sites?

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Open Call

Submit your personal experiences with gaining weight during lock down here. It can be anything that’s on your mind including personal gains, friends or family or strangers gaining weight, or your personal fantasies. 

I’m looking for inspiration for a new story, plus they’re just hot… I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to hear. 

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Here's my story (with all its ups and downs). I hope you enjoy it.

I've been interested in a gaining ever since that switch got flipped on in puberty, but I never thought I would properly go for it. I was unintentionally a chubby (and then a fat) kid and teenager before becoming anorexic in late high school and slimming down to around 67kg. At 6'3" I was very skinny. Too skinny. Even with my ups and downs my perception of myself (prior to COVID) was that I wasn't a gainer. I was an encourager/admirer. I enjoyed watching others grow, but not myself.

In the few years after high school I slowly returned to a healthy size. I started lifting weights and my body settled in the 70s. In my early 20s I had my first foray into intentional gaining: I experimented with a bit of a bulk. Why not, right? This was also around the time I first joined Grommr and I got a little excited. It was a dirty bulk, no question about it. I'd go to the gym and pick up burgers on the way home. I bought mass gainer for protein shakes that I'd chug after working out. Over the next 18 months I beefed (and porked) up to around 95 kilos. I wasn't crazy muscular or anything but I had arms and shoulders for the first time and I felt good, but my belly and lovehandles plumped up a bit too. I was exploring. It didn't last, though. Life got in the way: by then I was in the process of finishing uni and starting my first proper job in my chosen field (a stressful and time-consuming endeavour), and I moved in with some friends who didn't eat much and I found myself being self-conscious about being too much of a glutton around them. I was working out still, and all these factors combined saw me slim down to a lean 80kg by age 25. Even after I got my my own place I stayed at that size for years: it became my default. I was tall and slender (though I still had stubborn lovehandles). I wore size 32s and size smalls and mediums. I was strictly an encourager/admirer. I knew who I was, and thought it would be that way forever.

Then I turned 30. After all those years I got a little bored at the gym, going a few times a week and my body staying at the same old 80kg. I decided I might try my hand at bulking up again. Nothing crazy, but maybe lifting more and eating more, and seeing if I could do something different, and get some bigger arms. Over several months I thickened up a little to around 87kg. I was getting stronger, but the growth wasn't too drastic. I wasn't fat, or really muscular, more I was just a little thicker and maybe had a bit of a pot-belly. I was in size 32s and 34s, and wearing mediums, but I felt a little self-conscious in them with my new softness. I wasn't looking to grow more, but this is the state I was in when COVID found me.

When social distancing came in I found I took to it like a cheese to a burger. I was always a bit of a homebody so staying home in my little unit all the time didn't bother me. I was incredibly fortunate that I could work from home and that my job was not terribly impacted by things. But all of a sudden the gym (which had been part of my life for a decade) was out. They were still open, but in the circumstances it just seemed like too much of a risk. I tried doing some home workouts for a bit, but I didn't have the equipment or space. Add to this a tiny bit of the medieval "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die" and I started to indulge my hungrier urges. It wasn't something I set out to do. Not at first. But as the months wore on I was eating more snacks just to have something to do, and ordering more home delivery to avoid going out. I got up to 91kg, by which time things had settled into a new normal. The big leap came in mid-2021. By then I'd started being more active again and got down to around 86kg. Then some COVID cases meant we went into full lockdown for a week. In that week is when, pretty much on a whim, the gainer-brain finally properly flipped on and I made the choice: I was going to grow. All the things that had accrued since COVID were back: the excess snacking, the no exercise, the sheer hunger. I was going to finally let go and see where it took me. I would do fast food binges on the regular. My meal of choice was two large double quarter pounder meals and two cheeseburgers. Other times I would get multiple burgers and large chips from KFC, or pizza meal deals with 4 pizzas. Every time I'd stuff myself like that I felt like such a fatboy, and it was incredible.

By the end of 2021 I was a chubby 100kg. My lovehandles broadened, my belly grew softer and jigglier, and my thighs thickened. I'd moved up to size 36, and size large across the board. I kept going, eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. The following year I worked almost exclusively from home and ended 2022 a bit over 110kg and was firmly in size 38s and XLs. After years of a relatively narrow face it was now plumping up with a second chin. I've always kept a beard, though, so I was becoming more and more bearish. It was around this time people definitely started to notice (and to make clear that they noticed). The comments rolled in: "Are you eating properly?" "Are you still exercising?" My brother told me straight to my face I had gotten fat. I saw the swift, glancing stares at my body when people were talking to me (especially ones I hadn'tseen in a while). I was self-conscious, but when I was at home gorging myself I didn't care.

Another year of this lifestyle went by and at the end of 2023 I was 120kg: 1.5 times the man I was at what I call my starting weight of 80kg. My chest and belly filled out more and I've become an unmistakably fat man. In the year since then I've hit a bit of a plateau, and I'm currently (at the start of 2025) around 123kg. I still have some size 38s but they're too tight to be comfortable and it's a struggle to get them on. I'm much more comfortable in 40s, but their days are definitely numbered. I generally wear 2XLs (it depends on the brand and the type of clothing: a 2XL button down shirt blatently strains against my large, blubbery belly so for work I need 3XLs). Tshirts are easier, but I need to make sure I get long tees otherwise my belly peeks out. There's no hiding how fat I am now. My gut and lovehandles are prominent in everything I wear, even (perhaps especially) in baggy clothes. My thighs rub so I have a bit of a rolling gait when I walk. I'm nowhere near as fit as I used to be. My belt buckle digs into my overhang when I sit down for too long. It's hard to find clothes that fit me well, and I have boxes and boxes of old clothes and suits that have no chance of ever fitting me again. Sometimes I go through them and try them on. It really drives home just how much I've transformed myself.

After just a few years here I am: the biggest, fattest man I've ever been, trying to grow bigger (I'm literally drinking a gainer shake while I write this). Sometimes I wonder what would have happened without COVID, and whether I would have chosen a different path. But we're here now so I am what I am: a big, growing man, and it's wonderful.

Wow, nothing like an admirer turned absolute fat ass gainer. All thanks to the pandemic!

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Ok I don't normally respond to these but I have a good one and the guy was kind of an asshole last we talked so who cares lol.

Acquaintance I knew through some friends in college out on the east coast was always a bigger dude, think shorter and low-mid 300s. I always made a point to talk to him at parties because I thought he was cute, but he was aggressively straight lol. Anyway we stayed in the same city after graduation and before 2020 he started losing a ton of weight and posting his workouts and diet on social media. Spoke to him once about it at a bar and he told me he was doing keto. Anyway Covid hits and he stops posting as much, just how he's working out with gyms closed etc, then stops posting about his workouts at all. I unfollowed him when he posted some weird racist stuff during the Covid protests and I ended up moving to another city.

Year later I was back visiting some friends and saw him at the bar and he'd gained all the wait back and then some, easily in the 400s now, the difference in his face alone was crazy. It was such a shocking change my jaw fell open. To this day never seen any kind of gain like that outside of grommr or something.

Whoa 400s!? Was he a tall guy? I wonder if he's still growing...

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So I know this movie critic who was pretty slim when we first tried to date but he was always way too busy for anything. Time went by and he quit drinking. Not sure if it was that and or a different lifestyle but he ended up really chubbing out. We reconnected and I complemented his weight gain. He admitted to being freaked out about it at first but learned to embrace it. That was a year ago. I was just watching one of his reviews on YouTube. He only ever really shows himself from the shoulders up. It’s pretty clear to see he hasn’t stopped getting fatter and I couldn’t be more turned on. I’ve been trying to hold myself together in patiently trying to hang out again soon cuz I have to see how big everything got on him. I need to get my hands on his belly.

Woof, sounds hot. Drop his profile if you feel comfortable doing so..

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Diary of a Gainer

I ran out of milk today. I was looking at fat guys on the internet and got so horny that I needed to chug something. There’s no more ice cream in the house after the other night so all I had was half a gallon of milk. I just started chugging while I stroked myself and rubbed my belly. I’ve been jerking off in front of my full length mirror lately so I can see how big my belly has become and imagine it growing bigger. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed looking at myself that I come way too fast and then I’m mad at myself. It’s just too hot sometimes.

Especially since I hit 220 on the scale. It’s taken so much work to get here at six feet tall. I have to eat so much more than smaller guys that it’s really unfair. But seeing myself in the mirror looking so huge is definitely worth it and I only want more. When I imagine myself bigger, I sometimes hold my hand out in front of me to visualize my gut sticking out that far. I imagine 250 and then 300 pounds. Imagining 300 is so hot. I’m getting hard right now just thinking about it.

I bet you feel so fucking fat at 300 pounds, like there’s just fat everywhere pushing out in every direction. Uncontrollably large and puffy mass. At 300 pounds you’re a fat fuck and there’s no denying it. Right now, I’m obviously a chubby guy. I mean hell, I used to be 170 so this is a huge difference for sure, but I’m still not THAT big. Like there’s usually still a few guys in the room bigger than me. And at my current weight it’s mostly noticeable in my belly and thighs/ass, whereas I feel like 300, or even 250, you start to look fat all over. Like a real doughboy. Ugh, sounds so hot.

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God, I ate so much today it was incredible. I started with a slice of leftover cake from the Cheesecake Factory and then...

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'Gym Buds'

Synopsis:

Brontez is a hulking strong man with a beaming personality and Kelly is an all-American jock embarking on a winter bulk. When the two meet cute at the gym sparks fly. They exchange numbers, but find it hard to reconnect in person amongst the chaos of the holidays. So they maintain a lively and encouraging text thread coaching one another through maximizing the bulking period. When they finally reconnect, the results are unbelievable.

Read this and a hundred other stories on Patreon.