This is an answer to a question I get asked frequently. I thought it was long overdue I wrote a response.
Diabetes is not the end of gaining. In fact for some, diabetes marks the beginning of their serious weight gain. Many gainers I know have had diabetes for years or even decades and have continued to gain well past 400 or even 500 pounds. These people are not legless cripples; in fact, many are gainers you all know and follow on Tumblr, YouTube, or other sites. They just haven’t told you since talk of diabetes is the third-rail of gaining. (And anyway it’s really nobody’s business but theirs.) I asked a few of these diabetic gainers for help in writing this post.
Diabetes is a manageable disease. Very manageable. Easily manageable. Despite this, most people with diabetes do not manage it…
Just a heads up: this post is over 10 years old now and diabetic technologies have changed A LOT since then. Leaps & bounds. It’s a whole new world of management now. And it’s all for the better. It’s never been a better time to be diabetic.
Let’s have a little update for 2026.
So my partner is (pretty badly) T2 diabetic and has been for about a decade now. I’ve gotten to watch the changes over the years. I was just diagnosed mildly T2 diabetic a few months ago. His mom’s also diabetic. So I’ve been around this for a while now, with different paths for all of us.
Also note that this is the path I took and he took over the years. What you do when may be a different in 2026; they’re coming out with new drugs and different techniques (when you try what drugs) literally all the time for this.
1) At first they’re just gonna start you on a pill like Jardiance, an SGLT2 inhibitor. 1 pill a day, that’s it, real easy. The only side effect is that I have an increased risk of a UTI, so I’m supposed to drink lots of water. (I do seem to be more thirsty on it.) (That’s all I’m on. Hopefully it’ll work to lower my A1C & then that’ll be it for me!)
2) If that doesn’t work, they may start you on Metformin as well. I forget the type of med it is, but it’s incredibly common for diabetes treatment. Gives some people diarrhea and/or nausea while they get used to it, but that usually goes away anywhere from a few days to 2 weeks. My partner takes 2 pills of it, 2x a day for 4 pills total.
3) They may throw a GLP-1 agonist in there, possibly after all that, but possibly first. Yes, I know we all know them as weight loss drugs, but they started as diabetic drugs, and they are REALLY GOOD at controlling blood sugar. Really, REALLY good when you’re finally on the right one for you. You may end up trying a number of them to get the one that’s just right for you. Don’t despair; not everyone loses weight on them. My partner not only hasn’t lost any weight on any of the ones he’s been on, he’s GAINED weight on one of them! Most GLP-1 agonists are one shot a week; some are pills, and I think there’s one out there that’s 1 shot a day. The needles, you can’t even feel them unless you get unlucky and you happen to hit a nerve.
4) If all that doesn’t work, I think there’s a couple of other pills they can try (sulfonylureas?)
5) If THAT doesn’t work, THEN they try insulin.
First you try a long acting insulin that you take 2x a day. It’s probably gonna be the Lantus Solostar (if you’re in the USA. I haven’t seen any other brands.) it’s the shape and size of a marker. it’s a simple injector; you put a pen needle cap on the end, dial up the amount you’re supposed to take, stick it in you, push the button, wait 5 seconds, then take it out & discard the needle. Simple. No messing around with measuring doses from vials or large needles.
6) If that doesn’t work, at that point they switch you to a short acting insulin. In this day and age, it’s rare to be doing it by hand anymore (that is, starting out doing it by hand; folks who are long well managed doing it by hand may continue doing that.) You will be getting a CGM/pump combo with an infusion set.
The CGM, Continuous Glucose Monitor, is a little sensor that sticks on your body 24/7 and constantly reads the glucose in your fluids (NOT actually in your blood.) It usually goes on the back of your upper arm. There’s a number of brands and they last different amounts of times. My partner’s used to last a week but they literally just came out with a new model that lasts for 2 weeks. (They’re still working the kinks out of that model.) CGMs keep you from having to stick yourself up to 6 times daily to manually take your blood sugars.
Your insulin pump uses short acting insulin to deliver both a basal & a bolus. A basal is the 24/7 background drip of insulin your body needs all the time. A bolus is an extra bonus amount insulin you give yourself before you eat to make up for the carbohydrates in your food. You enter into the pump the amount of carbs you’re eating & it figures out how much insulin to give you and boluses accordingly. Your insulin pump also is the monitor that shows you what your sugar levels are according to your CGM. They also have graphs so you can see how you’re doing over time, etc. Modern CGMs work with pumps to constantly change what your basal is according to your sugar readings. (This was not the case in the mid 2010s in the USA. It hadn’t been approved yet.) The interface is quite simple and quite idiotproof, very much on purpose. They are also the most bug-free devices I’ve ever seen. Some pumps even let you give them firmware upgrades for better functionality. My partner’s went from having to test his sugars manually 1-2 times daily to only having to do it 1x when you first put your CGM in to calibrate the new sensor. The CGM talks to the pump via Bluetooth. And yes, it can talk to his phone if he wants it to.
The infusion set goes from your pump to your body. It’s a reservoir that goes into the pump, a little tube, and a part that sticks to your skin and goes into your body to deliver the insulin. My partner’s infusion set used to last 3 days before he had to change it out, but they just came out with a new model that lasts a week. He has to put a new reservoir with more insulin in roughly daily (YMMV on that.) It takes about 5 mins to fill a reservoir from the vial of insulin and then put it in the pump.
There are models that have pump, reservoir and infusion set in one unit. (It may even include the CGM?) I’ve only seen T1 and children use this, though. I don’t think it works well for T2s, esp not folks who use a lot of insulin.
Honestly, the biggest problem with diabetes, once you figure out the combo that works for you, is dealing with pharmacies & insurance. 2nd worse is your CGM or infusion set coming out of your body early (which might happen less with someone less sweaty. Also, they make all sorts of sticky tapes, adhesives, etc. for this. Including one specifically for very active diabetics called GrifGrips. Comes in like a hundred different colors, shapes, and designs.)
You really DO have to stay on top of it though and take it seriously. It’s not just hands and feet that can be damaged; my partner has internal organ damage that’s irreversible because he didn’t take it seriously enough at first and let it go too long. (And an organ that you don’t realize has nerve endings. You’d be surprised where in your body there’s nerves.)
But if you accept it right off the bat and do what needs to be done, it’s absolutely no longer a death sentence; most diabetics live long & healthy lives now with well managed blood sugars and a minimum of hassle. And most people don’t get to the point of needing a pump; it’s usually just a pill or a few a day for most diabetics.
you ever get so turned on by playing with your own fat and watching it back that you just *have* to eat until you’re in pain before you can touch yourself?
Synopsis- In this 7600 word story a plumped up biotechnologist creates a sexually transmitted pathogen that leads to extreme weight gain in those infected.
Patient 0
Carlos squirmed around on his rolling stool, his business casual button up straining against the fresh belly flesh he’s been rapidly accumulating around his recently toned midsection, and the seat of his pants felt soon to be spitting open around his rounded, beefy ass. He should’ve upgraded his work attire several weeks ago, but if everything goes according to plan then there would be no need.
A few drops of sweat poured down from Carlos’ well styled curls as he focused on pipetting under the vent hood. Phase 1 was already successfully completed, the induction of a gene found to increase hunger by up to a 50% increase in mammals to a nonpathogenic virus similar to a common STD. After the identification of this easy to manipulate gene, this phase had been cake. Carlos’ groundbreaking research in Medibesity Labs was seen as extraordinary, propelling the small lab’s metabolic research to the medical industry’s limelight in their latest and greatest research of helping underweight populations, such as the sick and elderly, to be able to eat enough and maintain a healthy weight. All it took for Carlos to make the virus’ effects more potent was secretly incorporating the gene into the virus’ DNA 9 more times to make this effect multiply tenfold when he tested on mice at his apartment. Upon seeing the mice eating without abandon, becoming so fat they could barely walk over many months, he knew the grave implications this could have should this ever get into the wrong hands.
After his huge success in his previous research, Carlos’ new research for the beginning of phase 2 was quickly approved. Medibesity Labs was greedy for more fame and profit, and was quickly becoming one of the most well known labs in metabolic research. The newly proposed virus, when it infected its host, should have caused a modest and healthy increase in fat storage speed and quantity. Much to Medibesity Labs’ dismay, the biotech from this phase would never hit the market. During the clinical trials consisting of many rounds of introduction of the new fat storing virus to mice, it was found that the mice would simply not stop gaining weight. While the speed and quantity of fat that the mice accumulated could be manipulated with suppression or greater expression of the gene, it seemed to affect the mice in a way that would not allow them to stop gaining weight once reaching a healthy size as originally hypothesized. Everyone in the lab was horrified to see the abominations they had created… everyone except for Carlos. A little tweaking here, a few reactions there, and Carlos had quickly enhanced the fat storing effects of the phase 2 virus.
The third and final phase of Carlos’ plan was, of course, met with pushback. After the failure of his previous experiment and the rising success of another up and coming competitor, Mediskinny Lab, pumping out new weight loss biotechnology left and right, Carlos knew his latest proposal was not what the Principal Investigator in his lab wanted to see. His PI, Nate, a blond and aging twunk, was not too thrilled about the proposed prospect of a biotech virus whose DNA caused fatigue and increased lethargy as a means of supposedly healthful weight gain. But, with the pressure for success coming from up top to compete with Mediskinny Labs, Nate ultimately approved Carlos’ grant. With this, the fate of phase 3, and perhaps the world, was sealed.
Carlos reached into his backpack to pull out yet another giant burger, quickly throwing away the wrapper to hide any evidence of his poor lab techniques. He really shouldn’t be this hungry again, only 45 minutes after polishing off a meal big enough for a family of 4, but his growling stomach had become quite demanding since testing the phase 1 pathogen on himself. He worked a little faster as he felt his belly swelling out, unsure if it was due to a food bloat or the rapid accumulation of fat already depositing itself all over his body caused by the phase 2 pathogen. And he was so, so tired. After working all day, staying even a few minutes after everyone else went home seemed impossible with the extreme lethargy caused by phase 3. All Carlos wanted to do was drive to the nearest fast food joint and gorge himself on impossible quantities of food until it was time to go home. And the sweat didn’t make his work any easier. While the lab was a cool temperature, Carlos had noticed an unexpected side effect was increased sweat and pheromone production. Despite the excessive amount of deodorant he applied throughout the day, the men in his lab had been staring at him lustfully all day; he practically reeked of a scent so enticing it made any man’s dick rise to attention.
As he finished his final inoculation, the strained button on Carlo’s shirt flew off. As his sweaty, glistening belly fat poured out of the gap in his shirt, he followed the path of the button straight to a picture on his desk. The force of his expanding belly had sent that button flying so hard it cracked the glass of the frame, but the image of Carlos, once fit and lean, accepting a reward for his research during phase 1, could clearly still be seen. Carlos smirked to himself as he looked at his picture. If the 3 segments of DNA from the 3 phases of his plan had been successfully incorporated into the STD’s genome, then pretty soon nobody would be looking like how he did in that picture. While he had tested the 3 experiments on himself, he still needed a perfect patient 0 to ensure the spread of all 3 effects. But who would he use?
Carlos contemplated this as he lazily packed up his things, careful to store the syringe with his viral solution in his long sock. As he started to unwrap the final burger from his bag, the door to the lab opened behind him.
“Oh. Carlos. You’re still here,” The blond twunk said, eying Carlos’ plump frame carefully. His eyes lingered around the exposed blubber. “I was just showing Brad from Mediskinny Labs where he could borrow some extra pipette tips.”
Carlos’ boss, and a very tall, broad, and imposingly angular man walked into the room
“Ah, I was just finishing up for today. Had been pretty slow and needed an extra hour to finish up.” Carlos told Nate, hoping he could squeeze his way between the two men and be off finding his perfect patient 0.
The two men did not move to let Carlos walk by. Nate kept his gaze fixed on Carlos, taking in his expanded figure. His plump arms stuffed into his too tight work shirt, his dress pants encasing his fat hams of thighs like sausages. He licked his lips as he took in the man’s scent, the room was filled with pheromones that caused his dick to make a tent in his pants. “Why don’t you stay for a little longer, Carlos? I could use a fresh set of eyes on that submission I’ve been complaining about.”
“Ah… well… I,” Carlos stammered, already feeling his shirt getting tighter again. And his pants, fuck, he needed to unbutton them urgently. He knew his pathogens would make him fat, but this was just uncalled for.
The imposing man put a hand on Nate's shoulder, not taking an eye off of the beefy scientist in front of him. “The man looks exhausted, why don’t you let him show me where the tips are and get going?”
“Yes, please, I’d like to get going as I have business to attend to.” Carlos said, breathing a sigh of relief. He felt something funny on his legs. Were the stitches of his pants starting to break one by one?
Nate wiped some drool from the side of his mouth. “Alright, if you two insist. Maybe another time for that submission, Carlos.”
Not a second after Nate closed the door, leaving the two men in the lab alone, did both thighs of Carlos’ pants split open and fall to the ground. He quickly tried to pick them up to cover himself, but realized there was no hope of putting the tatters back on. He smiled sheepishly at Brad, standing in nothing but a jock strap that exposed his bubble butt and a shirt with another button that couldn’t hold on much longer as his body digested and made him fatter. “Sorry about that.” He said, still holding his shredded pants.
Historically, Brad and Carlos had a bit of a rivalry, being the leading researchers in their respective labs. But with the ever growing hardness in his pants, this was not the time for petty disputes. Brad rubbed his beard and licked his lips, “No need to be shy. We’re top competitors right? I make people lose weight, you make people gain weight. It’s only fitting that you match the image of the products you make.”
Carlos stepped closer, his body jiggling. He had nothing but resentment for Brad, disgusted by the prospect of wanting to make the world a skinnier place. He couldn’t stand this man, and yet he had an idea. “You are very fit,” Carlos said breathily, trying his best to confidently seduce in his plumped up new body. “There’s a reason they used you as a model on all of Mediskinny’s products.”
“And you’ve been putting on a lot of weight ever since you made your big appetite stimulate. I never thought I’d say this, but the weight suits you. You got fat and it’s sexy as hell.” Brad started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his furry but chiseled pecs.
Giddy with the excitement of his master plan coming to fruition, Carlos didn’t even notice how tight his shirt had been becoming. The bottom button flew to the floor as his soft belly expanded outward, his happy trail quivering with the release.
“Let’s get that thing off you, big boy.” Brad purposefully stepped to Carlos and with large, forceful hands ripped his tight shirt off down the middle, increasing the man’s scent and causing instinct to take over. He pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing a 10 inch dick standing at rock hard attention, ready to take on the swelling, beefy man’s body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He grabbed Carlos’ love handles and turned him around, Carlos instinctively leaning over onto a lab bench, knocking over empty beakers in the process.
Brad looked at the man’s globular ass, two jiggly cantaloupes ready for his throbbing cock. Carlos took a deep breath as he felt the tip start to enter, and hoped that his new ass blubber would keep the man’s giant member from going too deep.
“Hold on, I have lube,” Carlos said, a devious grin on his face. He reached down to his sock and pulled out the syringe. “Make sure to get it deep in my hole.”
“You fat, kinky bastard.” Brad smirked, and poured the lube-like liquid from the syringe deep into the ]man’s chunky ass as instructed. He carefully inserted his dick, and fucked Carlos so hard that his new, plump man tits slapped on the cool lab bench, stimulating his puffy nipples. With every pulse Carlos winced in pleasure, allowing himself to enjoy the moment knowing that everything was quickly about to change in the world. He enjoyed every jiggle and quake as he was fucked, feeling the fat slowly but noticeably expanding his body and thinking about what he wanted for dinner until the beautiful man’s cum filled him and leaked out, mixing with the sweaty sheen on his blubbery hindquarters.
Patient 1
The server opened the grandiose double doors, welcoming the rather handsome and imposinly tall gentleman into the luxurious restaurant. Immediately the man’s musky scent mixed with the ambient air of grease and meat, a welcomed change to the sly server’s delight. Immediately his dick rose to attention in his elegant pants, his uniform contrasting with his edgy appearance. With a buzzed head, eyebrow piercing, and tattoo sleeves down his arms strong from carrying so many trays, Jax’s appearance did not exactly match the ambience of the luxury buffet, but he was just there to bring people their food, and many guests appreciated the edginess his look brought. Plus, he looked damn good when he cleaned up for work.
“Excuse me sir,” Jax called to the entering man who had paid him no attention. “Unfortunately we have a dress code, and sweatpants and tank tops aren’t allowed.” He definitely was not eager to turn this man away. One look at his frame, and immediately Jax knew he wanted to sleep with him. Broad shoulders, attractive beard, an athletic build disguised behind a round belly, just barely sticking out from under his black tank top. Jax couldn’t help but wonder why such a handsome man would be wearing such poorly fitting clothes, but he had no complaints. The more meat on display, the better.
“Ah come on, I’m starving.” The tall scientist said, rubbing his grumbling belly. “Can’t make an exception just this once?”
Parts 2 is already live on the patreon under the Full Buffet tier - Patreon.com/YourFattener
Spent the whole day being a fat pig (what’s new), and then of course finished it off chugging boost. Who’s gonna make sure I have more chug when this case is empty?
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If only I’d noticed the bit of food stuck to the bottom of the glass before I noticed how fat my face is now and downed an extra pint of shake 🫣 🤦🏻♂️ On a more positive note I feel fat as fuck today 🥵
I’ve not reposted these for a while so here are the top five bots as it stands today:
1) Coach Giovanni -with over 100k interactions this the most popular chat bot by a significant margin. Coach wants you to get bigger for him and by any means necessary
2) Dr Max - he’s got very few morals and will give you whatever he can to get you bigger.
3) Taylor Trust Fund - your husband is 6’5 and works in finance. He’s getting thicker by the day. You can chose to feed him secretly or subtly. Either way he gets bigger
4) Jack Brosman - one of my personal faves. Jack is an old friend and the last time you saw him he was toned and athletic. When you bump into him you don’t recognise him past the huge belly he’s sporting.
5) Baxter Baker - Baxter is a big strapping guy who owns a cafe where he is the chief baker. You come in and he is keen to feed you.
My own personal favourite guy is Jacob Henry - your hot muscular room mate who is secretly feeding you.
been making sure I stay full all through the work day with heavy cream and a bunch of snacks, but I’m still not satisfied so I’m gonna place a big takeout order as soon as I’m finished for the day:)
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