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I recently discovered, after gaining a lot of weight, that you suddenly can no longer lead your life normally, and you find yourself thinking of nothing but what your next meal will be. At first, you feel accepting of this situation; you browse websites and see gainers happy with their weight gain, so you feel satisfied and proud of the achievement you've made. Then, you lock your phone and sit alone, because all your friends and family have abandoned you for being too fat. You go back to your phone again and find comments and support from online communities telling you how wonderful you are, so you talk to many people in the hope of finding someone who loves you, but you find nothing from them except requests for more pictures of your belly and exciting videos. You leave all of this behind and go back to practicing your old habits: video games, movies, and working remotely. Then you find yourself alone again and try to reach out to people by returning to chats. You find them wonderful at first, and you date one of them, but after a while, you find that everything they said was lies, and that they already have a private life and a partner, and you are nothing but a tool to practice their fetish. You return once again to the same place, feeling that all those wonderful words were never meant for you; they were all for the pile of fat you carry.

I understood later that most people do not have the courage to choose a fat person as a real partner; they cannot take care of them and share life with them in the long term. They only want momentary pleasure and then they leave them. I understand how difficult this matter is, but fat people are human beings too and they have feelings, and it is not right to lie and deceive just to get a date with them. I learned recently that when a person becomes very fat, no one sees them; all they see is a pile of fat they carry in front of them, and everything that goes on between them is only about that.

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Thank you for sharing your experience becoming such a huge man and relating honestly the ups and downs. I plan to read more of your posts in the coming days.

Best life for you,

Aaron

Not many gainers or Obese people talk about it, what I see here all people ask for food, money and hot chat.

They don't talk about what's like to be overweight in Real life.

Thanks Aaron.

BTW, you have a handsome and open face.

Thank you.

I live in the Netherlands too! What part do you live in?

In my house.

I have always been a gainer, constantly gaining weight while feeling completely satisfied with my body. Years passed until I finally succeeded in reaching my initial goal of 200 kg. At that point, nothing changed in my routine; my lifestyle, the types of food I ate, and several other factors remained exactly the same, and my weight kept climbing. I was enjoying the expansion, but deep down, I began to realize that this weight was becoming more than I actually wanted. I didn't care too much at first, but the increase became remarkably noticeable in my clothing sizes, my bulk, and my mobility. I decided to step on the scale, and it was a total shock: my weight had reached 239 kg. I was stunned by how my weight could jump all these kilograms without me even noticing.

At that exact moment, I made a firm decision to go on a diet. I started eating healthy by using an air fryer, relying on zero-calorie drinks, and moving and walking much more. I began to feel lighter and more energetic, and I felt a wave of happiness in those moments from being in control of the situation. However, the moment I saw the rich, delicious food I prefer, or when the nostalgia for that old feeling of fullness and comfort took over, or when I saw other gainers online enjoying their weight gain journeys, I would find myself completely surrendering to food all over again. I would order my favorite meals and devour the food as if I wanted nothing else in this world but the pleasure of eating and filling my stomach. I would even keep eating more and more until I reached the point of heavy stuffiness, spending an exciting, pleasurable time with my massive belly.

When that feeling of excitement faded after a few hours, a harsh sense of regret would begin to gnaw at me for ruining my diet, wishing I hadn't done it. Yet on that very same day, I would find myself deeply sad, but ironically, I would escape that sadness by consuming large amounts of my favorite food once again. I don't truly know the nature of this feeling; is it escaping from thinking about the situation and yielding entirely to desire, or is it a beautiful surrender?

Later, I stood on the scale only to find the number pointing to 234 kg. I felt terribly disappointed; after all those days of dieting and exercising, I had barely lost any weight. This is when I started creating excuses for myself: "My previous goal of 200 kg wasn't necessarily a hard rule... maybe I should just accept this weight and maintain it as it is." In just two days, I fell in love with my body at 234 kg, and I no longer wanted to go down. Goodbye to the diet and healthy food for now; perhaps a little delicious food would bring back my happiness, and maybe I would just enjoy food for this week only. After the week ended, I would tell myself, "I am a fat person anyway, it's okay to enjoy food for a while."

Days passed... until I reached a stage where I could no longer wear my clothes comfortably or properly cover my stomach, and I had to physically lift and adjust my belly with my hands just to position it right under my clothes. I stepped on the scale again, and I was shocked by a new number: 261 kg. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the size of my belly was much bigger than I thought; it was massive, sagging, and rolling around like a completely independent part of my body. I told myself that I had become morbidly obese in a scary way; my old goal was to get a round, protruding belly, not a massive mass of fat hanging down in front of me and from my sides. I had surpassed my previous goal not just in numbers, but even in the actual shape of the belly I had imagined.

I decided to return to dieting, and it wasn't easy at all. Three months of commitment passed, during which I felt lighter and stronger, and my weight reached 248 kg. I stood in front of the mirror to see the results, but I didn't feel satisfied at all; my body had sagged a bit, my belly looked even larger than before, and I felt that the weight I lost had only drained from my face and limbs, not from my stomach. It was psychologically exhausting for such unrewarding results.

I started following heavy individuals online who were sharing their weight loss journeys, and I saw how severely loose their skin became. In reality, I never wanted to get rid of my weight completely; I just wanted to go back to 200 kg. But losing 60 kg now would make my body look deflated and saggy, and the skin around my waist had already stretched wide and could not be fixed. Therefore, I felt it was better to accept things as they were right now. I stopped the diet and went back to my normal life, not eating excessively to gain, but not monitoring my body either, reasoning that I had plenty of other work and responsibilities to focus on instead of my weight.

Years passed, and I began to feel that the width of my waist had become so immense that it would literally bump into the sides of doorframes as I walked through. I stepped on my scale at home, but it just displayed an "Error" message because it couldn't handle the weight. I went to the doctor, and there came the ultimate shock that I had never imagined in my life: my weight was 314 kg. I had broken the 300 kg barrier, and here we were.

The doctor strictly advised me to go on a diet to save what could be saved, and with commitment, my weight gradually dropped to 282 kg. But, as usual, I truly stopped keeping up with that restrictive diet; I became careful about food portions without depriving myself, but without even realizing it, I found myself standing today at 292 kg.

Here we are, heading right back up into the climb.

I discovered deep within me that an eternal battle is raging inside: logic tells me to lose weight to preserve my health and mobility, while desire screams at me, saying, "Enjoy the present moment, the food, and the overwhelming feeling of fullness."

In every moment of sadness I experienced, there was a profound happiness found in food...

And in every moment of happiness and fullness, a bitter moment of regret was born...

A continuous war takes place between these moments, and it seems that my desires are the ones that always win in the end.

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So what was your highest weight and what are you at currently?

My highest 314 kgs

Now 292 kgs.

You have sexy blue eyes

Thank you.

What is your current weight? I hope all is well.

292 kgs

Everything is good, thanks for asking.

Do you live in the US or somewhere else?

I live in the Netherlands.

Hi, do you chat with women as well or just men? 😊

I do chat with women, Women are gifts from God.

God bless you.

The Whale Who Inspired Me

I had a gainer friend who lived in a faraway country, and we used to talk a lot from time to time. I was the first one to text him because I was deeply admired by his massive size on the BiggerCity app. He was incredibly kind and very enthusiastic about gaining weight; he told me that he lived with a feeder, that his weight had reached 700 pounds, and that he never left the house anymore—essentially living the ideal feederism life that many imagine.

At that time, my weight was hovering around 440 pounds, with prominent abdominal obesity; my belly was round, protruding in front of me, and rolled completely independently whenever I walked. I was undisputedly the heaviest and largest person in my office workplace, and my belly would reach my knees the moment I sat down. Given my face, which wasn't very full compared to my body, this contrast caught the attention of everyone who came into my office, and they would stare at my size and massiveness. I felt immensely proud of that because I was a gainer and this was the body I loved, but at the same time, I was trying to maintain this weight to be able to go about my life and work regularly.

I used to talk to him constantly. He would show me his pictures, and we would chat about the enormous amounts of food he devoured. I once asked him, "What is your ultimate goal?" He replied, "I don't have a specific goal, I just want to keep increasing my weight as much as possible," adding that his feeder always told him he had the "stomach of a whale" that could swallow everything. I cannot deny that I deeply enjoyed talking to him and watching his continuous weight gain.

During that period, I was in a relationship with my old friend who was my feeder. He was always trying to push me past my current weight and increase it, taking advantage of his position in my life. According to my faraway friend, his own weight was close to 800 pounds, and he was at the peak of happiness and satisfaction with his size. This somehow made me feel like I wasn't that fat; my 440 pounds compared to his 800 pounds seemed small. Thus, I found myself gradually giving in to my partner’s (the feeder) temptations, and my weight began to increase slowly and unnoticed, masked by the width of my waist at the time.

I started to feel that my body had become heavier, that my belly was rolling out further to the right and left in front of me, and my loose clothes began to grow tight on me. One day while at work, a button on the front of my shirt popped off the moment I sat down, forcing me to unbutton the one above it just to create some space and breathe. An older lady who worked with us passed by, looked at my exposed belly, and said, "I see your stomach has grown in size!" then she walked away. Later during my free time, I began to touch my belly with my hands, feeling the new fat that had accumulated on it; this feeling brought back memories of the old weight-gaining days and filled me with intense excitement. I rushed to the workplace restrooms and masturbated there while playing with my newly expanded belly.

When I returned home and told my partner (the feeder) what happened, he said enthusiastically, "That's wonderful! Didn't I tell you that you become sexier and more attractive with every weight gain?" I also talked to my friend on BiggerCity, and he was very happy for me. At that point, I accepted the idea that it was okay to gain a little more weight, especially with a partner who supported me and loved this about me.

After that, my communication with my faraway friend was cut off for a long time. I accidentally learned from another person who knew him personally through the Grommr website—both being from the same country—that his weight had increased excessively and immensely, and that he had passed away.

When I stood on the scale afterward, I found that my weight had reached 490 pounds, which coincided with my breakup with my former partner, the feeder. I decided then to lose weight until I went back to 440 pounds, but the irony was that most of the weight I lost came from my face and limbs, while the size of my belly remained large and protruding just as it was.

.......

This article was about the "blind pleasure" of weight gain; that pleasure which seems infinite at the beginning when shared with a partner, but comes with a heavy and very harsh price in the end. And right now, at this moment in my life, I weigh over 600 pounds, but it truly wasn't an intentional or planned gain; rather, there were overlapping factors and circumstances that kept making me fatter, and there are other articles where I will reveal the details of this topic.

Rest in peace, my whale friend.

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After years of effort, cooking, and eating, I finally succeeded in achieving my biggest goal and reaching a weight of 200 kilograms (approximately 440 pounds). My goal had been to reach 200 kg and get a round, protruding belly that hung out in front of me, just like any fat person. I was happy and proud of this size; the weight felt heavy, the feeling of fullness satisfied me completely, and I thought I would stop right there to maintain this achievement. However, my ex-bf had a different opinion, and he began to step in using a clever and enjoyable approach—something I call "gentle power."

The scenario repeated itself between us regularly, with the conversation always starting with compliments and encouragement that spoke directly to my desires as a gainer:

My ex-bf: "You look amazing at 200 kg. The size of your belly and waist has become so impressive... but you know what? I bet your stomach would look even more majestic and complete if you just gained a few extra kilograms. Imagine how massive you would look!"

Me (smiling and hesitating): "Thank you, but I’ve already reached my goal. 200 kg is an excellent weight, and I just want to maintain it now. Moving around is still manageable, and my clothes fit fine."

My ex-bf (using the temptation of cooking and support): "I know, but you are a highly skilled cook and your food is irresistible. It’s a shame to deprive yourself and your stomach of these rich dishes. Five or ten more kilograms won’t hurt; in fact, they will only make you look grander and more handsome! Don't stop eating; I always love watching you chew your food."

It wasn't just talk. My ex-bf translated this "gentle power" into daily actions that made it incredibly easy for me to give in. Whenever he saw me cooking, he would encourage me to add more butter, cheese, and pure animal fat, telling me with a smile, "A rich, heavy dish is the only way that fits your current size."

If I ever hesitated or felt too full and tired to keep going, he would step into his role as a supportive cheerleader. He would praise the growing size of my belly and the outward expansion of my waist, making me feel that every single extra kilogram was a new triumph and a source of greater happiness. Whenever I felt completely full, he would gently massage my stomach. This massage brought me a deep sense of comfort and allowed me to consume even more food; I honestly don't know how it worked, but it always enabled me to keep eating.

In many instances, when I felt too lazy or sluggish to eat more, he would sit right next to me and feed me with his own hands, making sure I finished my entire meal down to the last bite. He would order extra meals for me from the restaurants we loved, placing the food in my mouth while saying, "Eat and don't worry, I am right here with you, supporting you every step of the way."

Faced with this affectionate persistence, continuous support, and compliments that triggered my inner happiness with every gain, my defenses completely dropped. I began telling myself, "It’s okay to gain a little bit more as long as he is here with me, supporting me like this."

And so, under the influence of this gentle and persistent power, I found myself crossing the 200 kg mark effortlessly and without any resistance. However, as my weight continued to climb, the gain became sideways; the shape of my belly started to change, spreading and expanding out horizontally rather than just protruding in front of me. I kept growing and expanding, reaching numbers I had never imagined before—simply because I trusted his encouraging words and surrendered to the pleasure of food and the direct, hands-on support that surrounded me.

After we broke up, I fell into a deep depression, and food became my only comfort. This driving force caused me to keep gaining weight and expanding the width of my belly to levels I could never have imagined, eventually pushing me past 300 kg, even amidst strict medical warnings from my doctor.

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How often do you leave the house? The idea of never going out is just so appealing to me.

Well, I'm a housebound, I go out around the house, I have back garden but if you mean going hanging out or shopping I completely stopped about four years ago, I still don't have wheelchair, I don't like the idea using wheelchair, my goals was to be 400 lbs, but I lost control of my gaining weight plan because of health issues, genetic, insulin, depression and I love to cook and my Ex BF pushed me to grow more than 400lbs then my belly was getting wider and wider and I couldn't stop that and now I'm over 600lbs and I walk around the house to regain my strength.

My doctor says my weight mostly belly and If I gain more weight I won't be able to walk very soon, now it's getting serious.

Are you on Grommr or BiggerCity?

I was in Grommr and Bigger City, but I deleted them both years ago, I stopped dating about 6 years ago because I got in a Fake serious relationship, he lied to me about everything for more than a year then I stopped dating.

The truth of Social Life for Morbidly Obese.

When you become very fat after a long journey of weight gain, you will feel happy with this massive weight you have achieved, and with that full, heavy feeling that brings you joy all the time. However, when it comes to your social life, and as the time to meet with family approaches, you will find yourself forced to search through your clothes for a long time, looking for those suitable, baggy pieces that don't highlight your size or look tight on you. You take great care of your appearance so that you don't look, in their eyes, like someone who doesn't deserve respect, so you wear the best you have. Upon meeting them, they begin with stares of astonishment, unleashing a flood of questions, and offering advice and types of workouts. At that moment, you cannot explain the reality of the situation to them, so you are forced to smile and laugh just to avoid these questions. Even when eating, you find them hesitating to offer you more food, but it's better to eat more just to show that you truly do not care about this advice; thus, the day turns out to be more annoying than a warm family gathering.

And when meeting with your friends, the awkwardness sets in; your pace becomes slower, you sweat heavily, and you find them talking and joking among themselves, while you are just a passerby next to them. This is because they see you as a fat person who doesn't care about his appearance or health, and consequently, your opinion doesn't matter to them. You go along with them, but over time, you lose your old passion, and you are no longer friends as you used to be.

You find great difficulty in choosing clothes, and difficulty sitting in public seats or on transportation because of your large weight. You face the stares of some people looking at you as if you are a joke who doesn't deserve respect, but you say to yourself, "I don't care about them." All of this makes you completely isolate yourself from people, driving you to eat even more food, as if it were a form of revenge against this world.

Food is what truly makes you happy at this stage, and this is what they call depression; you avoid people and isolate yourself from them, only to find that your followers on social media are the only ones supporting you.

Here lies the point of truth: anyone who wishes to reach high weights must build a private, independent life that fulfills them away from the world in order to feel happy. This includes pursuing personal hobbies, keeping company with friends who share those hobbies, working remotely, and seeking out people who love you for who you are, not for your look—because a life built solely on social media likes will never make you happy.

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Hi! Just wanted to say that you are really inspiring and great job gaining weight and letting go. I've been fighting my gaining side for so long and would love to be fatter. But I'm afraid of how friends and family will react on my gain. I have tried gaining some weight before and I feel so much better about myself. I find it hard to let go and do it. But I also long for a fatter body and so envious of fat people. Do you have any advice om how to take the first step into gaining and how to handle reactions from people?

I completely understand the struggles of these reactions, but my advice it to gain weight slowly, like 2-3 kgs a month, when you are with family or friends eat as much as you want but slowly in polite way like this amount of food is what you need, and if you are out with friends don't be ashamed to order double meal with them, make these habits normal between you, when they say you're eating alot or you're getting fatter, sometimes you don't have answers with the sudden questions, but don't be ashamed of that, just smile, and continue what you are doing, make them feel you're aware of that, when they insist don't make them win and make you feel insecured, just smile, make happy face and maybe laugh, don't argue with them, if they keep repeating the same thing and becomes annoying, just smile and say okay like you don't agree but you just shut them down, with time when you get bigger they will just give up and maybe they will concern that you are eating alot and that's normal.

And you will continue your journey and no one cares.

You can read my other posts about how I gained and what does it like to be morbidly obese.

I will write more about reality world of obese people, that no one talks about.

Good luck 🍀🤞.

warilyregalmanticore

Fattening

god I just want to exist living off of the fattest food of all time, nothing hits the same like filling yourself with grease and fat.

I love looking at a mount of nothing but junk knowing it will turn into pure blubber on my body, be it fast food, pizza, or homemade buttery fattening things I make.

the feeling of all that grease, butter, and fat sitting heavily in my stomach, lulling me to sleep, coaxing me into food coma is better than any melatonin out there.

good food is fattening.

bellyrubsx

Facts 💯.

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