gainer stories by me

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[afewmorecalories]

With a spring in his step, Travis practically skipped into the en-suite of his 1 bed apartment that Friday evening, not caring about the thunderous footsteps on his downstairs neighbours ceiling.

It was date night, and if by recent track record, this was going to be another good one. He stood infront of the bathroom mirror, observing the most beautiful sight of his newly formed and perfectly round belly as he splashed some aftershave on.

This wasn’t travis’ first time round on the gaining rodeo, like many feedees, he had a complicated history with the fetish, with his weight fluctuating dramatically over the years. Sometimes skinny, sometimes fat, but this time he was ready and he had a good feeling about Tommy.

In just a few short months of what started out as casual dating, Travis had piled on weight taking him past any previous personal bests. He couldn’t put his finger on what had changed, all he knew was whatever Tommy was doing, he was doing it right.

Travis checked the time, and realised he was going to be late. He rushed back into the bedroom and pulled out some jeans and a shirt from his closet and put them on, jammed his feet into his worn out trainers and headed out the door while still attempting to button his shirt. The buttons strained around his round belly and even showed slithers of belly around the widest part of his gut.

No time to change, Tommy will love it. Travis thought as he saw himself in the elevator mirror as he descended to the ground floor.

[igotfatter2]

He kept eating..

[superspecialcherrysurprise]

oh my god.............. oh my god......................... my homepage suggested this.................................................... oh my GOD

[fluffybutt-7]

🫠🫠🫠

[war-forged-storms]

I have to be honest, when people are objectively into plus sized bodies it turns me on, and I’m not sorry.

I don’t want to have sex where we tiptoe around the fact that I’m fat, I actually want my body to be touched on and groped and worshiped during sex and if someone gonna be weird about it, I’m not going to enjoy myself. I want someone to grab and kiss and mark on my belly the way they would any person no matter the size, as for the rest of me. I’m deserving of that type of sex, and to shame people who want to give me that type of sex just kinda feels weird and fatphobic.

The way that people treat any sort of attraction to fat bodies as fetishization and chasing just frustrates me to no end, sometimes people just are attracted to fat people and know how to love on us the way other people are loved up on.

[softer-rounder-larger-heavier]

There’s something about when a feedee groans out I’m so fat that makes me go feral. That combination of disbelief, worry and sheer lust just makes me want to start forcing them to eat and get even fatter. Like yes baby you are so fat, you’re huge and you love it this way and you’re going to get even bigger. It’s going to get so much worse and you’re going to love it every step of the way

[fleetwoodbigmacs]

One of my favourite gainer milestones was definitely realising I’d already begun growing a big fatpad without even noticing it for ages. Just that moment of realisation like, oh crap, this is getting real now. I’m playing around with something very serious. There’s no coming back from this. 🐽

[lardylove-deactivated20250321]

Fun Facts

So, we all know there's an obesity crisis right now. People are getting fatter and fatter, with no end in sight. Let's not detract from what you've done to yourself though. You're massive. You've forged yourself into an exclusive club: one of the fattest people alive today.

Think about it: the average American woman weighs 170lbs. Globally, the average is more like 149lbs.

In the USA, if you weigh 300lbs you're still amongst the top 2% heaviest people in the country.

Another 10lbs on top of that? Congratulations, you're now one of the top 1% most obese people in the US.

By the time you reach 400lbs you're in the top 0.1%. Not just in America. Globally. There are whole COUNTRIES where the isn't a single person as fat as you.

Once you hit a quarter of a tonne the statistical information just breaks down. You're not just obese. You're an "extreme statistical outlier": the top 0.01% fattest people on Earth. There are probably only around 807,000 at your weight on the entire planet. With every few pounds gained beyond that the drop off is exponential.

600lbs? There's probably less than 100,000 people in the world at your size, and by 700lbs, you're sharing an accolade achieved by just a few thousand people.

So the next time you eat enough food to feed an entire family but you still feel like you've got so much more weight to gain, remember: you're still one of the fattest in the world! One of the greediest, laziest, most gluttonous hogs to ever waddle the face of the Earth. Keep growing. You might end up the fattest.

[wagyufeedee]

holy fuck this is hot

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[maxrelaxer]

whats the best way to train myself to always be eating? :))

2 things that I think are good, straightforward places to start by manipulating how your brain interprets cues from your body:

1. Don't eat when you're hungry, eat until you're stuffed and uncomfortably full. Wait until the uncomfortableness passes and you get the slightest bit of room, then eat as much as possible again until you physically can't. Rinse and repeat. Over time you'll completely fuck up your body's hunger cues, and your appetite will increase pretty dramatically. And by then you'll also be used to grazing all through the day to keep yourself topped up.

2. Anytime you're horny or getting yourself off, make sure there's food involved. Always be eating when touching yourself, even if you've just eaten. By doing this you'll Pavlov yourself so that any time you're horny you also get hungry, and vice versa

Best of luck, and I hope you achieve the intended effect (morbid obesity) :)

[plsuredrnk05-deactivated2025031]

this is your sign btw

[renlxvee]

i lovee when feedees get off on how much weight they’ve gained. Touching themself while jiggling and slapping their gut, fantasizing about how much fatter they’re gonna get…orgasming to the thought of becoming even more unrecognizable under all that fat.😮‍💨

[blubberchubx]

There was a weight gain story I read about a guy who moves into a cheap but nice apartment and doesn’t realise it’s built for a huge obese man, and his landlord fattens him up into a morbidly obese man... I can’t remember what it was called or who it was by but I hoped you might know? Sorry to ask xxx

It’s called Meals Included. Written by Doughtub, one of the greatest gainer fiction writers. http://lardfill.blogspot.no/2013/11/meals-included-new-gainer-fiction.html

And hopefully, one day, the story will be my destiny.

[thegainingdesk]

I'm seeing a really good friend tonight that I haven't seen in a good long while. A couple of years kind of good long while. 50 or more pounds kind of good long while.

And obviously that's hot on its own - people's reaction not just to my size, but to the gain itself. People I see all the time, or have only known me while fat, sure, they'll have noticed my size, but they're not expecting me to be 4 stone lighter whenever they see me.

But this is different. This guy is the fat friend. Ever since I've known him, he's been big. A great shape as well - broad and soft, but with a defined, round gut. For a long time, he's been the fat guy in my head, the guy to get bigger than. He's always been fairly confident with it too - I don't think he's a gainer or whatever, but he's also never made any attempt or shown any desire to lose weight.

And I think I'm heavier than him now. To be specific, I don't know if I'll be visually fatter than him, but I'm a good few inches taller than him and he might have a higher BMI still, a larger waist size, a bigger gut, but I really do think I might outweigh him now. And even then, I'm not actually sure - I am slightly useless at telling how big I am, so maybe I am just unambiguously fatter than him.

And, you know, I do know that nothing is likely to happen - people don't really just come out and point out how fat their mates are. But there is a part of me that wonders if maybe after a few too many drinks he'll struggle to stop himself saying something, or if he'll be a bit more comfortable saying something since he's big too, maybe a joke, maybe some expression of concern or sympathy,

And there's a part of me that... Well. Maybe I can encourage him to say something. Maybe wear a shirt that clings to my gut maybe just slightly too much for polite company, maybe let it ride up a little as we drink, maybe at some point wince and tell him "sorry mate, I've got to undo my jeans", sigh as my gut swells out, maybe complain about how extra large shirts are fitting, about how I needed to buy some 42" waist trousers yesterday, ask him for advice on buying suits as a bigger guy.

I've talked a bit about some other friends' reactions to my gain but I outweigh some of them by over a hundred pounds - what do they know? But this guy, who's always been very noticeably a fat guy, if he acknowledges it, if he thinks I've gotten fat, fatter than him even, that counts for something - I'll officially have gotten fat.

[allfattenedup]

Thinking about reading gainer fiction, do you prefer...

First person (My belly falls heavily against the cold tile)

Third person (Julian's belly falls heavily against the cold tile)

Voting ended onMay 30, 2024

[cubbybear]

I REALLY need your help

Hey yall it’s been a bit since I’ve updated, but long story short, I still need help.

Even with plugging away with my nose to the grindstone as best as a plus sized disabled person can, I’m not gonna make Rent this month.

I’m still in the hell that is the American Disability waiting line, and we’re still piecing out the last of mom’s stuff(including a vehicle) so I’m not able to really look into moving (yet) I am incredibly grateful for all the help yall have deigned to give so far, and anything you find fit to help still. I can never accurately thank or repay your kindness fully.

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[engeorged-deactivated20250320]

Dear Alex

Dear Alex,

I can’t really remember how many times I’ve started writing this letter and how many times I’ve thrown it in the bin. It’s a really shitty way of doing this but I just don’t think I can tell you any of this to your face. I’m too embarrassed. It all started as a prank, a way to level the tables with the both of us. I meant to tell you sooner but I guess it got out of hand and here we are. I’m gonna have to start at the beginning I think. You’ll know all of this, just not my side of it I guess.

After university when we moved in together I wasn’t sure we’d last as room mates for more than a few months but it was so easy hanging out with you and we were both the same level of untidy so we didn’t piss each other off. We did have those tricky few weeks a few years back when we dated the same guy without realising but he turned into the biggest ballsack on the planet so it wasn’t hard to get over that!

I’m only mentioning that because that’s not the reason I got you fat. It wasn’t revenge for anything. I don’t fully remember the original reason to be completely honest, it wasn’t really a thought through thing, it just sort of happened. And yeah I know I just threw that it there. I got you fat. I mean you definitely played your part in it but I really messed with you man and I’m sorry.

It was innocent at first, I noticed when you started your new job and you were tired all the time, you started going to the gym less. I think it was when we were decorating the kitchen one weekend and you were painting the ceiling, I saw your rounded little pot belly when you were reaching up. All those late night take aways and evenings sat in front of the tv watching the football were taking their toll. Your flat muscled six pack was disappearing. It instantly filled me with hope. You had a flaw I could exploit!

It pains me to say this but of the two of us, you’d always been the hot one. Don’t get me wrong, on my own, I’m not bad looking. In fact if someone asked me I’d probably say I was a nine, it’s just that next to you, I’m a seven at best. Your blonde hair and permanently tanned skin made you the hottest guy in most rooms. All 6’5 of you was built like a cartoon of a rugby player which made it even worse! You’re a solid ten man and you always have been. I don’t think I realised how jealous I was until I saw you had a flaw. That solid curved furry belly I glimpsed gave me the seed of an idea. If you were fatter, it might even the playing field. I’m not proud of this, I just think you’d reserve the truth.

It started gently at first, I’d make twice the amount of food I’d normally make when it was my turn to cook. I’d pack the fridge with snacks and unhealthy things for you to pick at. I’d hand you beers when we were watching the game. You were so zoned into the match you never noticed me topping up your snacks or replacing the bud lights with full fat beers. Over a few months I watched as your little curve turned into a more substantial beer belly. And fuck you if it wasn’t the most perfect beer belly I’d ever seen. I was hoping it would make you less hot but turned out it made you hotter. Instead of a flabby pimply gut covered in stretch marks, you developed a firm round belly with perfect skin and even kept your Adonis belt. That’s when it got serious.

The first thing was gainer shakes. I started sprinkling gainer powder in everything, adding it to every meal or sauce I could dissolve it into. Everything I cooked for you was loaded with butter and ghee to double the calorie count. I found larger versions of our plates so that I could increase your portion sizes without you realising. I even started buying your clothes a size up and replacing the labels so you wouldn't realise. I was literally feeding you up like a fattened calf. And boy did you balloon. The first phase was months long and you gained 20/30lbs but this second phase was like you were being filled with an air pump. I can’t really believe I could do this to someone, especially someone who I would call my best friend.

It all came to a head yesterday when I crossed the line big time. That’s why I’m writing this letter now and actually sending it. I can hear you now snoring from your bedroom. Sleeping off the mammoth meal I stuffed into you across the evening. I’ve been awake all night and I keep going in to check on you to make sure you’re still breathing. I can’t believe you ate as much as you did and I can’t believe I pushed you into doing it.

I was only planning on slipping you a few of the tablets I found online. They were definitely safe and I want you to know I checked them and double checked them to make sure they were ok for human consumption. I guess that gives away the fact that they were actually for animals. I think they are used by wagyu beef farmers to get cows fattened up before they are butchered. They are supposed to increase appetite and metabolism. I popped two in your beer before the game and started my usual sneaky increase in your snacks. It wasn’t hard as you always put a lot away when our team is winning and they were three goals up by half time. I think at that point you’d eaten two bowls of Doritos and dip, a plate of sliders and a whole pan of chilli which I think would have served 8 comfortably. That was on top of the best of a crate of twelve beers. Your belly was swollen up to it’s usual bulging mass and you were already rubbing the sides to alleviate some pressure. I should have stopped there but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped you another few of the tablets. I guess in hindsight, the first two hadn’t properly kicked in at that point which meant that by the time the second half had started they were in full force. I couldn’t keep up with the snacks and you’d pretty much polished off the lot by the time the match had ended.

For the record it was your idea to order pizza. Your belly at that point was totally rounded out and your T-shirt was stretched over it’s taut surface. I guess you were pretty buzzed because you ordered four xl meat feasts. I didn’t really have any choice but to let it happen. And you might not remember any of this but you basically inhaled the first two. By that point you were fully maxed out. Your belly was tight and even the xxxl T-shirt you were wearing (that you thought was an xl) was beginning to show a few inches of your swollen belly. You could hardly move and I felt awful. Well that’s not totally true. I was actually pretty pleased at the state of you. My plan after all was to make you gain a few pounds so I’d be hotter than you and you’d basically blimped.

Anyway, what happened next I am truly ashamed about. You were laying there on the sofa clutching at your belly. The tablets clearly convincing your brain you were still starving, even thought your belly was basically an exercise ball now. And you were just moaning with the two pizzas next to you. And that’s when I snapped. I jumped up and shoved a whole slice into your mouth. You gaged but then after a few chews swallowed it right down. Slice by slice I pushed the remaining two huge pizzas down your throat. I could literally see your belly blowing up in front of me. When eventually I reached into the box for the next piece and found nothing, I realised what I’d done. I stepped back and looked at you. Spread eagle on the sofa, your belly sticking way up and round. Covered in sweat and grease. It’s as if I stepped out of my own body and realised what I had done to you. You were fucking huge man.

I left the room and went to my own to consider what to do next. I was half appalled and half in awe at the size of you man. When I came in half an hour later you were fast asleep and snoring like a pig, your gut still very much occupying its space. Guiltily, I managed to get you into your bed and laid you on your back so your belly could reach its full swell. I pulled your belt off so your stomach wasn’t under any pressure. I didn’t want you to pop or anything.

As I said I know our friendship is probably over but I want you to know I’m truly sorry. I took this way too far and I regret it. I’m happy for you to do what you need to do, and if that’s punch me in the face then so be it. I hope that in a few weeks you’ll be able to forgive me but if not then I understand and I will move out if that’s what you want.

In the spirit of fully disclosure, I want you to know that even though you’re maybe 100lbs fatter than you were, I still think you’re a ten. In fact if I’m really honest, I think you might even be hotter than that. Your belly last night was horrifying but also strangely attractive. The firm roundness of it and knowing how much food I’d crammed in there was actually quite erotic. Sorry if that’s tmi but I think I wanted you to have the whole truth. I have a small suspicion that you’ve actually enjoyed getting bigger and if that’s wrong then I’m sorry for presuming. But I actually wonder how big we could get that thing.

Let me know what I can do to make it up to you, or if I’m right and you wanna continue.

Yours apologetically (and hopefully)

Nate

Continued at Dear Nate

[reverack]

What's your order, tubbs?

Just eating small today, so getting 4 bacon double stacks, 10 pc nuggets, 3 sugar cookies, and a large Pomegranate lemonade

[chunkyexjock-deactivated2023022]

Trying my hand at writing some gainer fiction. Here’s the first part of a long story where a fit guy gets paid to gain weight.

Ex-Jock Side Hustle

CHAPTER 1/INTRO

Jamie looked down at the scale, peering over his bloated beer belly. “275,” he uttered out loud. “I did it, sir.” Jamie looked up at his silver-haired benefactor with a nervous smile.

“100 pounds gained this year, that was the deal,” Jamie continued. The man pats Jamie’s belly.

“You did good kid,” he finally answered, handing Jamie a small envelope. “But don’t act like this was just business. I know you loved every minute of it.”

“It’s a good gig,” Jamie replied. He opened the envelope, revealing the check made out for $100,000. “Maybe we could figure out a way to keep this going?” Jamie followed up.

“Oh, I got something in mind”

—————————————————————

(A little more than) ONE YEAR BEFORE

Jamie had just graduated from college, getting his bachelors degree in communications. He wasn’t passionate about communications - the major was recommended to him by his coach. Jamie was on the university’s track team, the star middle distance runner on a mediocre Division I team. He had a full scholarship and had some success winning conference titles and qualifying for national meets a few times.

However, because he was so busy with his track career, Jamie hadn’t started looking for jobs. He hadn’t done any internships or done any other extracurricular activities at school. In fact, the only thing that he could think to list on his resume (other than his athletic accomplishments) was his job at McDonalds when he was 18. That was four years ago and he hadn’t had a job since. His athletic scholarship paid for everything - tuition, housing, and a campus meal plan. Now, his bank account was running dangerously low. He had spent the last of his money paying the deposit for his new apartment in Boston.

“Worst case scenario, I start stripping over at that club over in South End,” Jamie joked to his new roommate.

Jamie had moved in with a friend from college, Charlie, who he had a lot in common with. Both Jamie and Charlie were gay, but there was never any sexual tension between them. Charlie exclusively dated much older men. Charlie was also too much of a twink for Jamie to be interested in him.

“I support it, you’d probably make bank at a gay strip club,” Charlie replied. And Jamie would. Jamie was ruggedly handsome. He had a sharp jawline and a toned physique. Jamie was just over 6’ and weighed 175 pounds. And he was lean. When Jamie wore his track kit, you could see his six pack through it. It seemed like all of the small amount of fat he had was located in his ass. Jamie’s ass was an enigma - firm, yet bouncy; plump, yet toned. All of this together made Jamie very easy on the eyes. He never had any issues finding a boyfriend, or a hookup, or what ever he wanted.

Jamie broke up with his situationship in the last week of college. The guy was a total meathead and outside of the sex, he was a total drag. Jamie always went for guys like this. Muscly and stupid. He’d bring all sorts of guys back to his dorm without any shame.

Yet, during his senior year, Jamie started having secret hookups. Jamie would find the chubbiest guys he could find on Grindr and sneak them into his room. He loved the way their asses jiggle when he topped them. He was aroused by the thought of keeping these sexual experiences secret. There was something about these fat guys that he couldn’t get enough of. His toned body against their soft bodies. They were so different - he would never be like them. He just enjoyed their bodies and when they left he’d go out and do his track workout. Even when he was done running competitively, he thought he would keep up his fitness regime.

Lately, Jamie’s workouts had gone from six days a week down to one or two. He was stressed out constantly looking for jobs. He hadn’t lost any real fitness, but felt like he was losing his edge.

“I’ll join you at the gym tomorrow,” Jamie yelled to Charlie. “I’ve got an interview on zoom for this marketing job. It’s in 15 minutes.”

“No worries, I can go by myself,” Charlie yelled back. Jamie heard the door shut.

The interview was uneventful. The position didn’t seem that desirable but Jamie put his best foot forward and acted enthusiastic about it.

He got a call the next week. The HR rep offered Jamie the job with a super low starting salary. Jamie didn’t have any other options so he agreed on the spot.

“Perfect! You can start next Monday. We’ll have a catered lunch so you can meet our team. The regional manager will be in town, so you’ll get the chance to meet him,” replied the rep.

CHAPTER 2: The Lunch

Jamie put on his nicest slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. The 30-34 pants were a little loose around his waist but with his belt, they really accentuated his large butt. He slept through his first alarm, but he didn’t want to be late for his first day, so he skipped his normal breakfast of yogurt and fruit. He grabbed his thermos filled with coffee and booked it out the door. Google Maps said that the office was a 25 minute walk from his apartment, but Jamie was a fast walker so he wasn’t too worried about being late. He felt his stomach growl as he walked through the building doors.

“Which way to Suite 118?” Jamie asked the woman at the front desk.

“Second door on your left.”

Jamie was welcomed by the office manager who got him set up at a desk. She informed him that they do a hybrid in-office/work from home system where you can just pick any desk when you come in.

“Nice,” Jamie thought. “I won’t have to walk here when the weather’s bad.”

“We’re doing lunch in the cafeteria at 2pm,”the office manager continued. “Half of the team went to a client meeting in New York, so we’ll have tons of food. We ordered subs. If there’s leftovers, feel free to take some home.”

Jamie spent the morning doing orientation trainings, but was constantly distracted by how hungry he was. He spent the minutes counting down the minutes until lunch.

Around 1:45, an attractive man walked by his desk to introduce himself. He looked like he was in his late 40s/early 50s but clearly took care of his body and appearance. He had salt-and pepper hair and wore a well-fitting suit that showed off his trim figure.

“Hi there, you must be Jamie. I’m Carl. I’m the Northeast Regional Manager. I usually work out of the New York office but I’m doing my rounds here today.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jamie replied, shaking the man’s outreached hand. “I’m looking forward to working here.” Jamie’s stomach made a loud noise.

“I guess you’re also looking forward to lunch,” Carl replied with a laugh.

“Oh you have no idea,” Jamie chuckled. “I’m an early lunch kinda guy. Two pm is pushing it.

“Well, I think it might just be the two of us. The part of the team that was supposed to have lunch with us is doing a working lunch so they don’t miss their deadline. We can head over now.”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Jamie said. “About not getting to meet them today,” he clarified, not wanting to sound rude. “Let’s do it.”

After a few short introductions around the office, Jamie and Carl walk over to the cafeteria. On the table, there’s a whole platter of assorted subs; ham, turkey, roast beef. There’s also a plate of large chocolate chip cookies. Both were mostly full. They only had small dents in them, with a few quarters of the sandwiches taken by the rest of the office.

“Dang, that’s a ton of food,” said Jamie

“Yeah, whenever I’m in traveling I always have the office manager put in a big catering order, but the people in this office never seem to eat anything,” Carl replied.

Jamie grabs half of a 12’ ham sub and a cookie and puts in on his plate and goes to sit down.

“Come on Jamie, I know you’re hungry. Take as much as you want.”

Jamie smiles. “I didn’t want to be the guy who looks like a pig eating all the food on my first day. I just wanted to make sure that everyone else could come here and grab some.”

“This is all for us, seriously, have as much as you want.”

“Cool, cool,” Jamie replied, loading his plate with the other half and half of a roast beef sub.

Carl grabs half of a turkey sub and two bottles of coke. He hands one to Jamie and sits down across from him. Carl starts talking about the company’s goals and policies but Jamie is only half listening.

In a matter of minutes, Jamie has already finished his 12’ ham sub and starts working on his roast beef. He realizes that he has been gulping down the coke Carl had given him and he feels a strong urge to burp.

“Excuse me for a minute, I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” says Jamie. Once he closes the door, he relaxes his throat and lets out a huge belch.

“So much better,” he mutters out loud. All the trapped gas had been filling him up and now he felt almost as hungry as he was before lunch. He returns to the cafeteria to see Carl packing up the subs.

“Hey, if you don’t mind I’ll probably have some more,” says Jamie.

“Oh yeah, like I said eat as much as you want. Wouldn’t want these to go to waste.”

Jamie gets another full 12’ sub, 2 more cookies, and another coke and sits back down.

Carl keeps droning on about the company’s finances but slowly trails off. He becomes focused on Jamie wolfing down his second sub plus the other half he had left. Jamie is too busy focused on eating to notice that Carl had stopped talking.

“You can really pack it away,” Carl interrupts.

Jamie smiles shyly, embarrassed about the way he inhaled two and a half subs. He looks down and sees the buttons of his shirt straining to hold his engorged stomach.

“That’s a good thing,” Carl continued with a laugh. “It’s good to see an employee really take initiative,” he joked.

“You know what, I’ve kinda got this side business that I think you could get involved in. I know you’re not making much working here. You’re probably barely making enough to pay rent, the way the housing market has been lately.”

“Oh really, that would be awesome. What kind of business is it?” replied Jamie. “I don’t really have any hard skills or anything. I’m barely qualified to use excel.”

“I think you’ve got the chops for it. Honestly, I’m not allowed to talk about it in the office. Do you have a private number I could reach you at?”

Jamie put his number into Carl’s phone. Carl was right. Even after splitting rent with his roommate, living in Boston was too expensive for what he was making. A side hustle would be necessary and he didn’t want to have to wait tables or work at a department store after work.

“It’ll pay handsomely, but it’s kind of a strange job. But, after this lunch, I don’t think you’d have any trouble doing it,” Carl continued. “I’ll send you a message with the details soon. If you’re not interested just let me know and we can drop it. It’s a bit of a weird ask.”

Jamie was confused why Carl was being so secret about the job. Was he going to be selling drugs? Why was he qualified for it? He barely got a word in during the lunch between Carl droning on and plowing through a family-sized lunch.

“I’m pretty open. But seriously, I need the money,” Jamie responded. “And it was very nice meeting you.”

“I think I’ll be seeing more of you, Jamie,” Carl said with a wink. Carl got up and left the cafeteria to get back to work. Jamie let out another burp as soon as he thought Carl was out of earshot.

[greenrangergainer]

Would you ever post your fantasy stories/writings from ground on here? They're honestly also good

Actually, yeah, I probably should. I don't want to spam the same stuff everywhere, but I think my various obesity-related daydreamings would be a good thing to post on here from time to time.