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Check this hot dude out ....
Whole lot to handle
Just a side view 🥰
I’m getting so big…
perfectly squishy. 😌
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
Let’s see a pic of you at your biggest?
Sure, 560lbs at the end of 2021 🐷
Great to see a larger man with a loving partner. It can be lonely being a big fellow.