Bear in Training

23. Anime lover. Burger fan. Gainer... I aspire to be a fat bear one day! Grommr: Snoop27

[orbitalzine]

Incoming transmission – Launching soon

Our initial exploration of the gainerverse is nearly complete. We hope the results of our mission have been worth the wait. 

We’ve set a launch date of September 10, 2021. Next Friday, you’ll finally be able to read Orbital Issue 1. 

For now, we want to share our cover design. It’s a shot of our fat-stronaut, already in orbit. Start the countdown!

[chubbysnoop]

Feeling fat

[chubbysnoop]

Feeling big and plump at 232lbs! 🍩

[chubbysnoop]

The morning after glutting out on Dominos and frosted cake has me feeling awfully squishy! I can’t help but feel hungry for breakfast though 😋 🍩

[chubbysnoop]

Feelin Fat

[chubbysnoop]

Hi guys! Just wanted to share a couple pics of my quarantine body! It’s getting awfully jiggly around the waistline... and everywhere else 🍩

[thejocksnatcher]

Oops. What happened man? You got fat! Looks like I’ll need to teach you a lesson about what happens to greedy boys.

You’ve been snatched.

[vertigoed12-deactivated20180830]

Tubby On the Track Team (Part I)

I sometimes do these RP exchanges with a friend of mine who used to be on Grommr for fun.  Here is part of one that is currently ongoing.  Thought I would share because they are pretty tantalizing.  Didn’t take the time to edit any grammatical errors from the messages, and the “you” is obviously me, but hope you all enjoy!  To understand the story, the dialogue is labeled as “H” for him and “M” for me.

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H: You arrive at the university gym department, it’s been a long summer and track season seems like years away. Over the summer part time work in the bakery hasn’t been kind to your figure. Your belly has seemingly expanded in all directions, sitting proudly above your straining trouser button. Your clothes are noticeably tighter, despite you having invested in new ones this term. You stare at the chart, sport after sport that you haven’t gotten into before. You’re a track guy, or at least you were… Before you warped into the doughy lump of a boy. ‘How can I get back in shape?’ You whisper to yourself. ‘Are you ok there?’ A voice calls from behind you. You turn to see Greg, the newly voted in sports rep for college. As you turn round, your belly swings into view, and you see Greg’s eyes drawn towards it, he obviously wasn’t expecting you to be this fat from behind.

M: “Hey there! Yeah I’m doing ok - just checking out the sports sign ups for this fall. I was on the track team last year.” “Oh – the track team, Ey?” Greg questions and covertly glances at my belly again. “What were you exactly on the team? Shot put?..???” “No, I was a sprinter and did hurdles actually. To be honest, I’ve Put on maybe like ten pounds this summer sadly but I’m hoping I can easily be back in shape for a month from now. Shouldn’t be hard to lose a few pounds right??” Greg chuckles a bit “haha, kid, I don’t know how to break it to ya, but I think you’ll have to lose more than ten pounds to be fitting in those sprinting singlets anytime soon… What exactly have you been up to this summer?” “What?? This can’t be more than about ten pounds extra… Can it? I guess I haven’t tried my singlet on since last season. I should go find it in my locker…. I bet it will be just fine.” Greg looks down at my belly. The zipper on my jeans is pulling out vastly in each direction and it looks like the button is being tugged to its furthest degrees. The tee shirt I’m wearing is just snug enough where Greg can clearly see the impression of my deep belly button showing through the grey fabric.

H: ‘Hmmm I don’t know about that mate, singlets have a lot of stretch too them but I don’t know if they’d reach around this’ and he pokes your belly just below and to the right of your belly button. You look down as he does it, and as his finger pushes in, the other side of your belly bulges outwards. You blush but you’re stubborn, ‘no I’m sure it’s only 10 lbs, it’ll come off easy’ although you’re a little unsure now. Now you’re standing next to Greg you notice how much wider around the middle you are than him. ‘Ok man well if you’re so sure you’re not 10 lbs let’s head to my office, we’ll take some stats and find a sport for you.’ You follow him down the corridor, your belly swaying from side to side as you walk. He makes polite conversation but keeps glancing at your gut, sure that the button will fly off at any minute and he’ll have to take cover. As you walk you pass a bowl of blue wrapped snack bars: 'oh protein bars, I’ll need these to gain muscle right?’ 'No they’re weight gain bars tubs… I mean dude! You don’t need them’ calls Greg, and snatches them out of your hand! ’ a few won’t hurt’ you say, grabbing a handful and tucking into them straight away, ’ I haven’t eaten in like 2 hours’ and you waddle after him

M: Greg leads me into the gyms main office and I waddle back and forth a few steps behind him, finishing my third protein bar of the walk over. Greg turns to me “Alright - let’s look in the track & field file cabinet for stats from last season…. Ah here’s your file.” Greg fingers through a few pieces of paper inside the folder “Hmm. Wow. What did you say you did again this summer?” “I worked at a bakery full time. They paid really well and I was trying to save up a lot of money for this school year. I got a lot of free meals every day too so I was able to cut back on a lot of extra food costs!” “Ah I see. Free meals you say? Like what?” “Oh the usual. Various breakfast sandwiches and croissants with jam and butter were there for breakfasts. Lots of deli sandwiches and baked cookie bars and breads for lunch. Similar for dinner. Odds and ends from batches of cookies to snack on. Was really quite enjoyable!” “You clearly enjoyed it - this file says you ended the last season at 157 pounds. By the looks of that tank, you’re nowhere near that now…” “Well I can still fit into these clothes pretty well! I promise you it can’t be more than ten poun-” as I finish this sentence it’s cut off by the ping of my pants button flying across the room and the zipper to my pants unraveling, surging my doughy paunch further forward from me. Greg’s eyes widen in disbelief: “cookies to 'snack’ on? I think you ate entire trays… Let’s get you on this scale, big guy.”

H: With your belly bulging out even further you jiggle into the office. You sit down and he looks through your file. The momentum of your belly bursting out of your trousers had caused your t-shirt to ride up, and now the bare doughy flesh of your lower belly and love handles was on show. Not that you could see that. It was too far round your gut. But Greg could. He could see your soft love handles touching the arm rests of the chair, them bulging out above and below each arm. You munch on more bars, and Greg studies your file. 'You were pretty fast’ he say, in disbelief that the ball of lard in front of him could even walk let alone run. 'Yeh, I probably still can’. Greg stares at your belly. 'What are you looking at?’ You say, 'your belly is out’ he chuckles and you look round your gut to see your belly button almost exposed. 'Oh darn this t-shirt, shrinking everything in the wash’ and you try to tug down. As you do your belly wobbles more and more, like a water balloon, and as one part of your t-shirt comes down, the other rides up further, compensating for the tightness of the fabric, the seams visibly straining

M: Greg, intrigued, questions - “Why don’t you just get those shoes and pants off and we can properly weight you over here on the scale to see what we are working with here.” I ease myself up, my love handles brushing the arms of the chairs as I stand up. “Ok that should be fine… I was planning on trying on my singlet while I was here though so I’m only wearing my jock strap.  Kinda awkward for you to see me like that but I hope that’s ok.” Greg eagerly answers “Oh yeah!!! No worries at all let’s get moving along then.” I jump up and down a little to pull the jeans over my ass and thighs, my belly wobbling up and down and my moobs jiggling wildly. Greg’s eyes grow wide. I finally get the pants down and there I stood in my “ten extra pounds” glory - now that Greg really could see the full picture of my weight gain, he was absolutely certain that I had packed on at least 50 pounds over the summer, if not more. I stood there in front of the scale, eager to step on and see the number just like this - 

H: Greg guides you over and you step on. The scale groans slightly as you stand there. Greg gets his pad and goes to look at the number, but it’s blocked from view by your huge bulging belly. He has to lean round it to look, 'you’re 210 lbs! Jesus boy, you weigh more than most of the football team! And you think you’re track?!’ He laughs and smacks your belly, it bounces up and down over your jock strap, that was cutting into your body like a cheese wire into soft mozzarella. 'No that can’t be right? Maybe I gained some muscle?’ You say in disbelief! You put your hands on your belly so steady the wobbling. He laughs again 'dude you need a reality check’ he pulls out the fat calipers. He grabs a huge wad of fat from your belly and clamps the calipers round. 'Oof’ you say as it pinches your doughy gut. He takes a few more from your love handles and does his sums. 'Tubs you’re 45% body fat’ you both look down at your body, and can see nothing past your soft round bulbous belly blocking the view’

M: “So, if I’m doing this math right— I’ve gained FIFTY THREE pounds??? There has to be something wrong… I realized I obviously put on some weight but I couldn’t have gained that much it’s … It’s… It’s near impossible!!” “You’re not kidding! You really must have been eating this summer kid. I don’t know how you did it. You bulked better than the football players do in training… Except no muscle was added here-” he slaps my gut heartily on one side and it rings out a loud thump into the office. Ripples spread across my gut in the jello-y fat. “Let me grab my singlet from my locker - I need to try It on and see how much progress I need to make.” I jog towards the locker room, my ass cheeks flapping up and down In the jockstrap and my gut lapping up and down over the strap at the front. I’m already breaking a sweat. I return with the singlet and begin to put my legs into it. Pull it up to my thighs, things start getting awfully tight. Then comes the belly it barely even begins to roll over it. I’m pushing my fat in and sucking my stomach in as far as I can, leaning back and heaving on the spandex but all its doing is digging into my lower gut and bouncing my pregnant belly up and down repeatedly. In a huff of sweat and exhaustion, I give up and let go of the singlet as I fall backwards into the chair behind me which groans at the sudden hit of 210 pounds. My belly rests like a beach ball comfortably upon my lap while sitting there. Greg’s mouth is agape having watched this tantalizing display in front of him.

H: With your belly perched and spread out in front of you, Greg finds it too tempting and comes over to give it a good slap. 'Oof’ you grown again. 'Come on wide load, I’ll give you a hand, you need someone who actually has muscles to get you into that thing’ he helps you up, you leaning round holding you back like a pregnant woman standing up. He then grabs the singlet and pulls it up hard. 'Suck in tubby’ he say as the singlet digs into your gut, you looking like a sausage bursting from its skin. You belly bounces and folds, rolls and rolls of fat bulging over every side of your swollen mid-section. Finally he manages to pull the singlet up and round your belly, you unable to breathe from holding in. Getting it round the chest was easy, you hadn’t grown much there, but Greg was so exhausted from hauling the singlet over your ridiculously fat belly that he fell to his knees, his face in front of your gut. 'We did it fat boy, you can breathe now.’ And he patted the side of your rounded bulging stomach. 'Phew’ you groan 'told you I’d fit’ and let your belly expand again, but the seam at the front of the singlet began to strain. It started to rip, 'pu-pu-pu-pu’ went the thread, Greg looked up just as it gave way. Your belly ripped through the singlet, expanding to its full width. The tightness of the material forced all your fat down and through the newly formed hole your belly was surging through and it came to rest sticking out, burying poor Greg’s face in its doughy lard.

M: I stumble backwards from Greg, feeling so embarrassed by what just happened “I’m so so sorry…!!! Ugh I’m so embarrassed. I guess I am way bigger than I thought I was…” Greg stands up and holds me by the shoulders “Listen, it’s going to be ok. We’re gonna get things in order here. Tip top shape. The perfect shape.” With a smirk Greg begins concocting his plan. “We’re gonna hit the gym right now. Throw on these gym shorts (which were way too tight around my ass and dug Deep into my underbelly) and wait for me outside the office.” I put on the shorts and exit out. Greg begins mixing a “protein shake” for the workout - weight gain powder, protein powder, an appetite enhancer and upset stomach reliever… Chocolate mix, some sugar, everything that would just ensure no weight would be lost but gained. He finally exits out and hands me the shake. “Now it’s really important while we work together to get you back to normal that you keep on drinking these shakes completely though while we are working out. I’ll always send you home with a second to have before bed too. Will get your metabolism back on track.” We head to the gym and only do about thirty minutes of easy cardio and weight exercises, but I’m already dripping with sweat, my tee shirt stuck to me like a sausage casing.  "Wasn’t that a pretty short workout?“ “Oh …. You know, we need to start out slowly do you can uh, ease into your new regiment” We exit the gym and I’ve finished the first shake. Greg hands me the second for before bed. “Make sure you drink this entire bottle! It’s essential to getting things back on track.” “Of course! I understand.” The 'workout’ left me starving however and I wanted so badly to be back at that bakery shoveling in cookies. Greg gave some encouraging advice: “So now that you are working these workouts and shakes into your diet and routine, you should be able to keep eating like normal, if not more, since you’re uh… Burning so many calories!” Keep up with these shakes and keep coming to see me for the workouts every day this week.

A week of his goes by, I am seeming happy with spending time with Greg and the workouts. But all Greg can notice is that his plan was falling into place. A few small stretch marks had formed across my left underbelly and the shorts were most visibly tighter across his ass. Hopefully he had at least put on another five or ten pounds in that week alone.

H: You head to the gym as usual one day. You’re not dressed in your kit yet, and arrive just as the pregnancy swim class are getting in. You realize that you look bigger around the belly than most of them. How can that be, you’ve been working out. Your clothes are now ridiculously tight, your belly is almost advertised. It enters the room before you and it’s the first thing people look at. You stand to get changed next to a tall fit athletic guy. He takes of his shirt as do you, and you both start to pull down your gym shirts. Whilst he pull it down, the shirt clinging to his well defined abs, yours is struggling to reach over your gut. You stand there, is disbelief, your belly hanging out, how can this be? The guy next you you, his waist a mere fraction of yours looks down and pats your gut 'you need a bigger size tubs’. Your belly wobbles as he does this and the shirt rides up further. You try and pull it down and head to the gym. Greg is there. 'He bud, woah you’re looking great, let’s get started’ you train with him, constantly having to pull down your shirt and feeling so embarrassed. At one point a group of lads come over as you lie on the bench press, resting after a short run. They come over and slap your belly, which is sticking out way above the rest of your body. Your mountain of fat wobble like a huge custard dessert. 'Hey Greg looks like your latest client is gaining faster than any of us - good work big guy’. So embarrassed you go to get up but can’t, you lean and lean but can’t reach up. In exhausting you lay back and they all laugh, one of them sticking a pencil from their workout pack in your belly button. 'I have conquered mount fatness, i declare this land the United States of lard.’ They all laugh and prod your belly. So does Greg, but he then helps you up and ushers you to the office for a debrief.

[chubbysnoop]

Fatty on spring break! How’s my beach body?

Wish I had more donuts 🍩

[chubbysnoop]

Trying to get nice and fattened up for Christmas! Anyone have any extra cookies?! 😋🍪

[extremegainerstories]

The Three Little Fat Pigs

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2: The Doctor

Warning: This gay gainer story is a fiction that contains themes such as verbal teasing, polyamorous relationships, explicit sexual language, force feeding, extreme gaining, morbid obesity or immobility.

No one said the life of a pig would be easy: The amount of food that Alex was ordered to eat everyday was crazy. He was stuffed all the time, and those thick gainer shakes became hard to swallow after some days. They didn’t even taste as good as he first thought. But every sip contained an insane amount of calories that they needed to grow faster. That’s what George wanted of them: To gain as much weight as possible in a short amount of time.

George was at work most of the day, so the pigs where free to do as they pleased, as long as they kept themselves full. David and Sam helped Alex by eating part of his daily food intake, which made his weekly gains be discreet in comparison with his pig brothers, that were gaining even more. Especially David, he always had his mouth full. He would have to take long naps to digest all those calories. He started to look sick, even though he would say he was okay with helping Alex. He needed to get his shit together an start eating all his food, or they would be in trouble.

The first months weren’t easy, but he finally released his inner pig. He had gained 30 pounds and his belly was bigger, with red stretch marks popping every day. David gained over 40 pounds and was starting to grow rolls on his thighs, which basically made him start waddling. And Sam… His mobility got worse as George wasn’t enough to help him get up now, the other boys had to help push his gargantuan body up since his muscles were too weak to handle all his weight. He lost strength as he’d move less and less.

Alex started visiting George’s room more often at night. He would always have food ready to stuff his pig and tell him how fat he would make him, as he worshipped George’s ripped body, and had his “dessert”. He loved hearing George moan of pleasure.

The pigs also loved to have fun with each other. Sam loved getting his fat fucked. He couldn’t do much more than that. And David and Alex slept together almost evey night, playing with their growing bodies. They loved every new pound of fat, how jiggly they were becoming.

A saturday, George brought Alex and David to the mall. All their clothes were getting too small. They were so much fun to wear in the house, but they were far too revealing to wear outside. David gave Alex all his clothes, that were starting to fit just fine, so they needed to find 4 and 5XL clothes for David, that put on his largest t-shirt and sweat pants, that were still too tight, showing all his curves and his overhang, that would be impossible to cover. George loved to grab and shake it, especially in public. They got so many stares and some finger pointing at the mall.

After buying David’s clothes, George brought them to a buffet. That was a usual thing whenever they would leave the house. “You are going to eat everything I bring to you, and you pigs won’t say a word”. He brought them pasta, meat, fries, mashed potatoes, pizza, fried chicken, and lots of cake and ice cream for dessert. The pigs were absolutely stuffed, they struggled to finish all the food but they did in the end. They could barely breathe. The belly rubs that George would give them felt so nice. They waddled back to the car and struggled to get inside. They needed a nap but George had other plans: “This is not the way home!”, said Alex.

“You guys have an appointment at the doctor. We gotta keep you healthy, you know?”. George grinned. Alex never thought George would care for them so much. He was too busy eating all day and playing video games to think about that. He was still very young, what could go wrong?

They were waiting for them at the clinic. David had a serious expression, as if he was a little scared. He was wearing those tiny clothes and his stomach was swell from all the food. Probably not the best way to get a doctor to go easy on you about your weight.

“Hello Doctor Paulson! We are here just for a quick check up. I’m a little concerned about my friends rapid gain weight, they both are way too young to be this big already”. Then Alex understood what was the real purpose of that: He only wanted to have fun embarrassing them.

Doctor Paulson was in his 30s, he was tall and handsome and it was obvious he liked to hit the gym. He couldn’t hide the look of surprise in his face, looking at David’s overhang. Alex thought he probably was wondering how someone can get so fat and not do anything about it.

“I’m… I’m gonna need you to remove your clothes please”.

Alex obeyed and quickly took his shirt and pants off, but David was terrified, unable to react to the doctor’s order. “I… am… not wearing underwear”.

“David… Did you get too fat for your underwear?”. George was having the time of his life.

“It’s okay David, I’m a doctor, you can trust me, it’s not the first time something like this happens!”, he joked.

“Don’t worry Dave, it’s not like you will be showing much”, said George.

David was looking at Alex not knowing what to do. He whispered a “do it”, which made David finally react. He took his elastic sweat pants off. He started to pull his shirt off, but forgot it was skin tight, so he started struggling to do it, his fat body jiggling as he tried to remove the t-shirt. He finally did it with George’s assistance. “Are you too fat to get undressed on your own now? Boy, we really need to so something about that, buddy”, he said.

“Alright, step on the scale! Let’s start with Alex, while David catches his breath again. Let me see… 348 pounds. Let’s get you measured… Okay”. He took a measuring tape and used it on his belly, hips, tits and thighs. Alex was so embarrased but was a little turned on at the same time. He thanked god for his new fat pad that would make it hard to notice. “I’ll get back to you once I do the same with David”.

David, naked as he was, stepped on the scale and got measured too. His bare ass looked gigantic next to the gym body of the doctor. David got his overhang measured too.

“Well you are 452 pounds. Your belly hangs dangerously low, that’s not really a good sign. You both are covered in red stretchmarks, which marks a rapid growth. What the hell have you been eating? You guys clearly are enabling each other. You both are 24, and those bodies are carrying way too much extra weight. Alex, you need to change your eating habits and work out more, and you David…”.The doctor grabbed his rolls, feeling the softness, and finally getting his hands in his underbelly making it jiggle. “Your mobility is getting affected by carrying all this fat. The size of your thighs is quite big, and your overhang won’t make it easy for you to exercise. Let me lift that up…”

Alex could tell how David was screaming internally as the doctor used both of his hands to lift all that dough, and took a look down there. It was hard to tell but David… had a boner. He grabbed his fat pad and jiggled it.

“That is one pathetic hardon, fatass”. Alex and David exchanged confused looks. “Well George, I guess you were right. These boys really are growing nicely. And by the looks of it, they love when they are told how fat they are getting. Can you even reach down there, fatboy? You liked being teased, huh?”. Doctor Paulson grabbed and jiggled David’s tits. The pigs were just realizing what really happened there.

George laughed. “The doc here actually helps me with your special diet, piggies. He sure knows what your growing body needs. Go on, examine that lard. Are they healthy, Henry?”. George faked a preoccupied tone. He clearly was not.

“Well, as healthy as two obese hogs can be. Just look at them. I can only imagine how the other one looks like”.

“Oh you will see him pretty soon. I’m planning these party we talked about. It’s going to be fun”.

“Will… You come visit us?”. David was starting to recover from all the stress. Alex wondered if he was still hard.

“Of course. You better be fatter by then pig. I will examine that lard again”. The doctor grabbed the roll of fat under his tits and made his whole body jiggle.

Alex was excited. Henry was one hot man. He thought how he would probably enjoy more his second meeting. He was scared of hearing what no one seemed to talk about: how unhealthy their lifestyles were.

“Keep using those vitamins I gave you on the gainer shakes, George. They are working very nicely”.

David wasn’t very talkative on the way back, he seemed to be thinking about what happened.

Back at the house, George went to check on Sam, that spent the morning gorging on food on his bariatric bed. Alex and David went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks. David got more than the usual: chips, pastries, soft drinks and even melted some ice cream.

“Wow dude, you seem hungry”.

“I just wanna get so much fatter. Apparently this party is happening soon and Henry expects me to gain more”.

“Henry is so hot and the way he teased us got me so horny too”, Alex laughed. “What is this party about, though? Did I miss something?”.

“I think it’s for Sam. He hasn’t left home for a while”.

“It could be. You will soon be like him if you keep being such a porker”, said Alex and slapped David’s belly. “You looked so sexy today with Henry, fatter than ever”. Alex grabbed his fat pad and they made out. David reached his cock and tried to jerk himself off. It was getting really hard to do it with all that lard in the way. David was heavy breathing.

“Let me do that for you, fatty. You look pathetic trying to reach your own dick. You got so fat it’s almost gone”. David really enjoyed being teased. He moaned with pleasure while drinking the rest of his melted ice cream. “Chug fatboy. Let’s bury that penis in fat. I hope you remember how it looks like, cause you won’t see it again. Good pig. Look how much you jiggle when i jerk you off. You are an ocean of blubber. You looked ridiculous next to Henry and George today. They are so fit and handsome and you were like a pile of lard next to them…”

David moaned loudly and came. He rested for a while, and then he got up, struggling a little. “Do you need something from the kitchen? I need a pre-dinner snack”.

To be Continued.

[feedandy10]

Choose your fighter!

[molly-ren]

Belly types! o.o :o :D

[avalleefa]

If I’m being honest I think Leander would probably be bottom-heavy

[chubbysnoop]

I think I’m well on my way to “Plump and Simple” ;-)

[chubbysnoop]

Body by pizza 🍕

Wish I had three more 🤩

[chubbysnoop]

Dough boy 🍩

[dadbodappreciation583]

“I never figured this guy would ever gain weight. But once he got comfortable in a relationship, over the years the weight has slowly been creeping up on him. He’s gained quite the belly and booty to match. And to think he was quite thin. He’s definitely rocking the dad bod now!” (Submission)

The dad bod look looks great on him! Love how chubby he got. Hope you keep us updated on him!

Submissions can be sent via the following:

“Submit” tab | KIK (thedk159) | E-mail: [email protected]

[heavyryan]

I am hoping for happy relationship weight gain myself someday

[scionofblubber-deactivated20230]

Reblog if you don't mind fat humiliation asks!

I don’t mind, I love hearing how I’ve let myself go,etc.

[hypnogainer]

I crave humiliation

[canedcatfood]

Trick or treat