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The Train Journey - Part 1
Hey chubs and chub admirers! I decided to try writing my own gainer fiction - let me know what you think :)
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Johnny sat looking out the train window, thinking about their day ahead. Their headphones were playing their favourite cooking podcast, but they could still hear their own heavy breathing over the host's voice and the sound of the train. Maybe they'd slightly overdone it this morning with the mountain of baked goods from Greggs before their train. But then again, a 2-hour train journey was more than enough time to digest.
With each movement of the train, they could feel their belly bumping up and down. Their overhang so large now that it almost completely covered their lap. They were thankful for this given the feeling of a full belly paired with the jiggling movement from the train was getting them hard. It seemed they were hard more often than not lately, with how much they'd been eating and how tight their clothes were feeling.
3 days ago, Johnny had stepped on the scales and seen 353 pounds for the first time. Well, they'd had to step back off the scales first to be able to see the numbers below, it had been a good 100 pounds since they'd been able to see past their belly. Johnny was in shock at first - resetting the scales and weighing themself again to double check it was right. They'd reached a gainer milestone, over 350 pounds of pure lard.
After weighing in, Johnny had turned to look in the mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Their reflection showed why they shouldn't be surprised at all at the higher numbers. Their stretch marks had somehow grown even further across the smooth brown skin of their belly, which now drooped down to cover most of their fatpad. Their once 7-inch dick was now caked in fat pad, with just the tip left showing. As Johnny slowly turned to their side, they noticed how their tits had become a wide shelf travelling all the way round to their back. That was definitely new. Their dick twitched inside their fatpad at this revelation. Turning sideways also revealed how far their butt now stuck out behind them - sticking out as far as their belly did in front. At 5'7 their body could barely contain the extra weight they'd put on recently and they felt like they were exploding out in all directions. That morning weigh in had led to a breakfast feast being ordered that no doubt had the scales ticking up even higher.
The extra weight was also likely what was making their current train journey so uncomfortable. Their thighs were now as wide as a normal guy's waist, meaning they were spread across 1 and a half seats. Thankfully this meant people always avoided sitting next to Johnny if possible, which suited them fine. More space to spread out and lay out their journey snacks. It had been about an hour since they'd devoured their Greggs feast, their second breakfast of the day, so they decided it was about time to open the bag of cookies they'd bought. They ripped the bag open with excitement and started in on the soft, caramelly, chocolatey goodness. No matter how many cookies and sweet treats they ate, the first bite was always the best. Feeling the sugar hit their lips and knowing it was going to contribute to bigger tits, a wider waist, a fatter ass, or an even more buried cock. The first bite representing another small decision to give into their gluttony and deepest desires to grow even bigger.
As they started in on cookie number 3, Johnny noticed someone across the train watching them intently. Johnny was used to the stares by now. You don't get to this size without noticing the second looks, often filled with disgust, you get going about your business. Their main focus was on snacking so they didn't pay much attention until they got to cookie number 5 and realised the guy was still looking over. This was getting a bit rude now. Johnny looked up and was about to give the guy a dirty look when they noticed how cute he was. The stranger saw them look up, beamed a big smile and blushed below their bushy beard. Maybe this wasn't the usual staring. Johnny took the opportunity to smile back, feeling a few cookie crumbs fall into their beard. They were both now blushing and taking each other in.
The stranger was beyond cute. He wore a dark bushy beard that almost hid his double chin whilst framing his plump lips beautifully. He looked to be quite tall from the space he was taking up, much taller than Johnny. The other reason he was taking up so much space was the enormous width of the guy. He was big all over but in a different way to Johnny - his huge arms and shoulders suggested prolonged time in the gym, while his plump tits sitting on a spherical pot belly signaled a fair amount of time spent at the dinner table too. The train jolted to a sharp stop just as the stranger was about to say something. Johnny's milkshake slid across one of his 2 tray tables and he had to reach out quickly to grab it before it fell to the floor, a potential loss of precious calories.
The train tannoy announced they'd had to make an emergency stop due to a problem on the line ahead and they'd likely be stuck for at least an hour. Johnny groaned at the thought of being stuck in these uncomfortable seats even longer, and just as they had finished off their last train snacks as well. They knew they should have gotten something extra just in case of emergencies. Johnny struggled with sliding out their phone from their skin tight jeans pocket, and wrote out a message to their friends - a cute gainer couple they were visiting for the weekend - that they'd be late. They looked up to see the handsome stranger had gone from his seat. What a bust - maybe the smile had been just that and the guy had moved away in case Johnny got the wrong idea. A puddle of fat like Johnny was an acquired taste after all. Oh well, they'd soon be in York for a weekend of bellies and big eating.
Johnny lay their head against the window and zoned back into their cooking podcast. One of the hosts was explaining the importance of finding high fat coconut milk, to ensure a rich creamy Thai curry. Johnny felt themself drifting off at the thought of a big hot bowl of Thai green curry filling their belly. Just as they were nodding off, they felt a soft tap on their shoulder. Startled, Johnny looked up to see the handsome stranger had returned, along with a bag from the train's onboard café.
To be continued...
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blue fatty is being taken care of
Good lord he’s blown up
the urge to make a total pig of myself in public to the point where i’m letting out enormous belches whilst still shoving food into my mouth and other diners are staring at me in disgust as the button on my shorts audibly strains against the massive wobbling mound of lard that is my overfed belly :3 bonus points if my feeder is sitting across from me and every time the waiter comes over and asks if i’m finished all i can do is burp and groan while my feeder places another order for me
The gluttonous greed that makes you oblivious to the fact you buttons have popped and your gut is hanging out but you need to keep gorging
The gluttonous greed that makes you forget you haven’t showered for 3 days and you really don’t care if you look disheveled
The gluttonous greed that makes you more pig than girl 😍🤤
Eat.
I know you want to.
It feels good to eat, doesn’t it? To fill your gut to the brim, and then some. To feel your belly swell and strain against your shirt, which was once loose. To feel your pants getting tighter and tighter with every bite. To have your breathing get harder and harder as you keep eating. You like stuffing yourself don’t you? To test your limits on how much you can cram into your already bloated stomach. Eat, more. Always more, for a fatty like you. More is good, more is best. So go on, eat too much, make a pig out of yourself. Jam those calories down your greedy throat into your even greedier gut. You need to grow, sweetheart. You’re not nearly big enough yet 💕
C'mon fatty, you sure you can't finish this for me or do I need to really take control of that for you? Pushing bite after bite until your fighting me off, but isn't that what you wanted? Such a pervert, getting off to the idea of being too fat to function? Too stuffed to move? Getting flustered by how big your getting and whining that your too full?
I'll tell you when your done, I'll tell you when your big enough and theres no backing out now <3
I think I'm ready to give in.
I have been giving it a lot of thought (I know, me thinking a shock to everyone) but I think I wanna focus on gaining more really just letting my soul be absorbed by my addiction and eating my way to immobile. I'm gonna spend way more time on here and try to build a community to encourage me and make sure I stop thinking about things not meant for me. Being a feedee needs to be deeply engraved into my soul till all I am is as my handle entails a bed bound bimbo whose only focus is on growing and getting attention to further breakdown and old self still left in me as it's buried under hundreds of pounds of lard. It's time to give in to let go and become a bed bound bimbo
I'm worried about your healths, dears.
You're all still far too healthy! Have you even reached your 10k calorie goal for today?
You better get to it, unless you want me to up the prescription...
Come on... You can do better than that, right?
You're not "too full", don't be silly. You've barely even started.
This bloated, heaving mound of meat you call a gut still has some give left in it. There's room in that disgusting pile of lard. And it needs to be filled.
It doesn't matter if it hurts. It doesn't matter if you think you might burst, or if it feels like your heart is about to explode. That just means you're getting better.
So don't make me say it again, if you know what's good for you.
Eat up, piggy.~
I’m 34, 240lbs, and 6’4”; a feedee cow at heart. I’d love to be fattened up properly and beyond!
Always wonderful to hear another piggy realizing their true purpose and accepting their future as a well-fed, healthy blob~
I want to suck you off while you crush me under your weight <3 I want to feel all the blubber spilled over my body and pinning me down and I want to worship your massive gut <3
Oh fuck.. keep this up💦🐽
We’re back😈
Every inch of this piggies body is just filled with visceral fat and lard belly getting lower and just that much more unhealthy by the day. Knowing my own piggy will be just eating and gaining herself to an early fat induced death is the best feeling ever
I feel like all I’ve been doing for the past two weeks and it’s starting to really show … I mean all I do now is smoke, play video games, and consume day in and out 🫠🖤