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Bay Area Tall gay gainer looking to grow huge (immobile). Poly. Submissive. The bigger the better. World's fattest man?!?

[inydkon]

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"Come on fatty. You know the rules. You are allowed five hits before eating. Only allowed to take another dab hit once you finish a sandwich. Now finish that sandwich, tubby"

*the fatty groans as a loud grumble emanates from his stomach*

"I guess you deserve another hit and a small break. But under some new conditions. You have to have an edible. But once I'm back from some drive thrus you have to eat what ever I get and all of it."

*the fatty moans as he tries to process what his boyfriend is saying*

"Open wide lardo."

*the fatty without hesitation opens his mouth and eats the 1000 mg edible*

*Boyfriend leaves to get food as the fatty is left in bed to relax while waiting for his next feeding*

The fatty was gorged. Bloated. Stuffed. But this was common. Always stoned giving him constant munchies. Eating what ever his boyfriend fed him without questioning. Too relaxed to get off the couch or out of bed most days. His feeder enabled this as much as possible. "Oh dont get out of bed today, eat this brownie and have a few hits. You deserve to indulge." This was some of the phrases his boyfriend would say to enable. It was easy to manipulate someone as docile as him from all the food and stoned comas. It all felt so good. Why bother resisting?

The fatty was starting to feel the effects of the edible. He reaches over for his bong and takes his hit. His euphoria intensifies. Laying there he relaxes more as he closes his eyes and rubs his distended stomach while groping a roll. "Fuck I've become fat." He thinks. Takes another hit. But as he reaches over to out his piece down, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Hes momentarily shocked at his state. He reclines back and looks at the digital scale above. Six hundred and ninety seven pounds. "Eh. It is not like I am anywhere near eight hundred." Thinking in denial.

*Without paying attention he did not hear the bedroom door open.*

"Hey fatty. Sorry it took a couple hours. But I figured the extra long break allowed extra food." Placing the large bags of food next to the blob. "Now time to own up to our deal." Placing another potent edible in the fatties mouth.

"You deserve to indulge and relax. It's not like you are anywhere near eight hundred pounds. Have some wiggle room." Immediately shoving a burger into the gainers mouth. "Ha. Wiggle. All you do is jiggle really."

[inydkon]

Fantasy or Potential?

Randomly running into a group of beefy muscle bearish guys. They convince me to have a few drinks and plates of food with them. As the night progresses they size me up suggesting I come back with them to show me how to properly work out. I agree without hesitation. Noticing one of the guys biting his lip and looked at my with a sinister smile.

We arrive at their house. The house is a single story home. Simple but impressive. As if the style of the house was designed for accommodating large rotund objects. The house was surrounded by dense heavy tress and brushes. I guess to maximize privacy in a slightly urban area. We come to a clear view of the house. As we walk through the front door. One of guys grabs me by my love handles. Manhandling me through the door into their large foyer. Blindsided. One of the men guys shoves a funnel down my throat and pours a large bottle of THC tincture. With a sinister smile the leader sparks a large blunt. 

“Our workouts require the trainee to be stoned. Relaxes the muscles for larger growth and longer endurance.” quipped the leader of the group. “Go sit down and enjoy this blunt while the edible kicks in.” He commanded shoving it in my mouth. I obey. 

Two of the beefy guys position themselves on either side of of me. Slightly pushing me into the living. I sit down and relax on their super plush oversized chaise lounge section the couch. Sinking in. Designed to keep you stuck. Looking around the living room. Enjoying the situation and company of these handsome men. Not realizing all four of them were standing around me intensely staring at me.    

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Fast forward four years. I am pinned to my memory foam bariatric bed slightly propped up by a series of pillows. My arms limp and supported by my side fat. I am being funneled my pre-morning snack before breakfast. While one of the sexy handlers is massaging my FUPA while the other three are working out. Next to my bed displays my current weight, "1197."

Master starts talking, "Tsk tsk fatty. As you just laid there watching us show you proper working out techniques, you just ate. Growing so big you cant even leave the bed, fatty." Says the Master while setting down a barbell. Rubbing his cock while he walks up to my side. Grabbing a tincture bottle injecting several thousands milligrams of edible THC liquid through a port in my funnel. While simultaneously placing a nose mask on me. But oxygen was not pumping through the mask. Vaped weed was being pushed into my lungs. Causing me to become euphoric and docile. Further increasing my horniness. 

"Probably doesn't help getting stoned all the time. But you look so relaxed and happy." One of the handlers quipped. 

I grunt while trying to push out my gut. But all that happens is my body shakes. This causes Master and the handlers too become excited. Causing their meaty cocks popping out of their jocks. The handler massaging my FUPA starts rubbing his thick stubble bearded face in the swaddle of fat. Causing me to attempt to move. But all I could move is my arms limply and weakly wiggle my toes. Enjoying the sensation of his face down smothered in my FUPA. I moan from pleasure. Causing me to become more alert and sucking down more.

Master is now on my left side teasing my nipples with his teeth. Simultaneously rubbing one side of my massive gut and humping a fold. One of the other beefy bears comes to my right side doing exactly what master is doing. The fourth handler comes behind my bed and nibbles on my fat neck rolls. I grunt and moan from being overly stimulated. Unable to comprehend what is going on. In heaven. This goes on for an hour. 

"Maybe our training techniques are not as effective as we thought." Said Master breaking the sounds of fat, heavy moaning and grunting.

"Oh well. Let's try to see how much weight he can gain." Said one of the sexy handlers. 

As both of them cum heavily in my fat folds. I release. Slowly oozing out of my FUPA. The handler down there licks up my cum. 

“Fatty tastes good this morning.” Said the handler.

Immediately all of them stop what they were doing. Standing back. All of them still sporting hard cocks. A couple dripping pre-cum. Gleaming with sinister pride at what they have done to me. One of the sexy handlers guides out a huge mirror in front of the bed. 

My eyes widen. I am shocked by my size. Fat spilled everywhere. I was a series of folds and rolls which heavily spilled downward. Gravity doing its job making my fat tits sag. My stomach heavily pooled in the middle of the bed as well spilling and pooling heavily over my thighs. An ocean in front of me. My ass and love handles fighting for space. Inching closer and closer to the side of the bed. Like a vine growing towards sunlight. My legs forced wide to accommodate my thigh fat which was a series of bulbous fatty sacks of fat rendering them immobile and useless. 

At this point the liquid THC hits me. Causing me to become further relaxed and euphoric. A sense of self. Floating in my fat body. I weakly move my hand and grope a fat roll. I close my eyes in euphoria. 

“Looks like the fatty is happy with what he has done to himself.” Said Master as he strokes his cock. “Does fatty want to continue?” Master continue to say.

I reflect back on the last four years. All the food. All the sex. All the pleasure. Oh the pleasure and sex. I look at my sexy handlers. All standing around me staring at me. Staring at me with wonder. A few of them not realizing their pecs were flexing. I look into my Masters eyes. His eyes intensely staring into my eyes as he rubs a jowl lovingly while tugging on my nipple ring. 

“What does fatty say? Want to see how much weight we can put on you? Lets shoot worlds fattest man.” Said Master. 

“Make him say the words.” One the handlers added. One of the handlers comes to my other side and removes the tube from my throat.

The THC becoming stronger. I look around the room. Taking in the situation. What has happened. What I have become. Looking down at my fat flowing body. Struggling to breath due to how full I am. Despite what I have become. One would think too panic. However I am overcome by a sense of calmness. As well another desire. . . more. 

I look back up at my Master. His handsome chiseled thick groomed bearded face. His bright cold stern eyes. Bringing back a flood of amazing memories. “How about it fatty?” Said Master.

“Yes.” I huff. “Feed Me.” I say with heavy breathe.

“Good. Not like you had a choice anyway tubby.” Master stated while rubbing a jowl. “Open your mouth.” Said the handler on the other side. I comply and open my mouth. Master takes this opportunity opening a bottle of concentrated THC tincture pouring it down my throat. “Mmm. Skittle flavor.” I struggle to say. 

“Enjoy the break for now, fatty. Let the tincture sink in. Breakfast will be ready in forty minutes.” The Handsome Master commanded of me. Master and handler slapping my gut. Eliciting a belch from my bloated face. 

“Can we roll him over?” Asked one of the furry muscle handlers.

“You know what? I have a better idea.” Master voiced. “While the food is being prepped. You three set up the sling. I will retrieve the toys.” Master commanded.

“Oh? What do you have planned?” Asked one of the beefy handlers.

“While he is eating. I want to explore his FUPA. Massage his thighs. Feel his weight on us as we fuck that blubber ass of his.” Said my Master. 

“YES!” Shouted one of the handlers while coming to the front of my bed. “A feeding and a work out at the same time! Multitasking at its best” He excitedly proclaimed while lifting a flabby thigh roll.

[inydkon]

In the mood. . .

In the mood to be to fat to move my arms and and turn my head. All while my muscle feeder is doing everything from rotating my 10 gallon gainers shakes being funneled into my continuously. His face under my gargantuan belly/overhang search for my fat engulfed cock and balls. Rubbing his furry trimmed bead causing me to eat me and jiggle. Constantly fondling and groping all my fat as he tugs on my nipple clamps. Ugh.

[inydkon]

Office Boredom. . .

I need an evil dark feeder to fatten me. Like to hear him say one day, "Look at yourself you fat pig. You've eaten yourself to twelve hundred pounds as of this morning. How are you going to eat? You barely can lift your fat bloated arms. Do not worry my helpless fat pin cushion. I invited our friend. Remember the guy from the party celebrating when you reached a thousand pounds? Hes moving in so he can help. Why do you look so worried? Not like you have lift or do anything around the place or clothed. Well. . . we did make a new rule without you. We both agreed you need to be punished for eating yourself into this state. Your punishment? You will eat until you cant possibly put on another pound. Open your mouth, it's time for your morning protein shots."

[inydkon]

*future feeder BF and I walk out of a BK while walking past a old gypsy woman*

*old woman looks up and points her boney finger and says*

"Keep eating like that fatty, in five years you'll be weighting eight hundred pounds."

*flash forward five years*

*husband helps me on the scale*

"You clock in at nine hundred and eighty eight pounds hun."

"Proved that bitch wrong."

[inydkon]

Poetic Words

"What did you expect, fatty? When we met you were almost four hundred pounds. Since then you gained an additional three hundred. Of course your balls and cock are going to feel like they are suffocating. Now finish the pizza as I search down there and reward you for being such a good fatty."

[blubberbound-deactivated2018013]

Object of Desire

A thought that has been fluttering through my head…Written in about an hour…contains themes of extreme gaining and daddy/son roleplay.

I had just turned 40 when I first met Isaac. I had met so many gainers before him, even before our mutual fetish seemed to explode across the internet; but Isaac was different. We’d chatted for about a year online, and we finally met in person the weekend after he graduated from college. He was 22 at the time. I’ve never met someone with such a lust for gaining weight. The fire that burned so intensely in him matched the inferno within me perfectly. The age difference seemed inconsequential at the time…now it bonds us, just like the difference in our bodies. 

When we met, he called me Abe, like everyone else. It was at a restaurant near his school. I thought he was beautiful then at 250 lbs. He told me right after we sat how handsome he thought I was. I used that to my advantage and made sure he ate and ate at that place. First two appetizers, then his plate, then mine, and followed by the two desserts I ordered. All the food, I picked. He seemed to enjoy that. I took him back to his apartment and we shared a kiss and the promise to see each other again.

I started encouraging him on the regular, which led to actually feeding him. That was our sex. We both always got off, but the feeding and rubbing, that was the main event. He had roommates, so he would usually come to my place. Not that I minded. Our nights together were always intense, but the third or fourth feeding is when it slipped from his full lips for the first time- “daddy.”  He was high off of the feeding and had completely let his guard down. He seemed embarrassed. His full cheeks turned red. I didn’t miss a beat, though. I grabbed the fifth eclair and pressed it to his lips. “That’s right fatboy, eat for Daddy. Swallow til you burst, baby.” I pushed the whole thing into his mouth, my index and middle finger lingering on the pastry as it slid down his throat. His eyes were closed with little beads of sweat or maybe light tears at the edges of his dark lashes. He moaned as I brought a quart of half and half to his mouth as he sucked and sucked. I remember that night so well, even though it was five years ago. Things are a lot different now, hundreds of pounds later…

The digital clock by the bed says it’s just past midnight. I’m in a chair in a corner of the room, looking at the king sized bed…Well, looking at what’s on the bed. My fatboy lies there. He looks like a huge mound of dough that’s been gently piled onto a pedestal. He spreads out more everyday. I wonder when he’ll overflow the mattress…

Isaac passed out about an hour ago. I had just stuffed him with fast food burgers, fried chicken, and then forced a gallon of chocolate pudding mixed with heavy cream into him. The pudding and cream I funneled into him. Before sticking the big tube in his mouth, I asked him if he wanted more. He begged for it. “Please Daddy…feed me. Make me fatter. Don’t stop…” It’s so hot seeing my faboy like that. Barely 27 years old and completely bed-bound, obscenely obese and pleading for his “daddy” to grow him more. I could never say no to that. 

There’s a shelf above the bed with a hole drilled in the center. I can easily balance a gallon jug into a funnel and attach it to a tube through that hole. It let’s me keep my hands free to do whatever I want with my blob-boy. This is commonplace now. I did just that and poured my fatboy’s slop in. He chugged and moaned and attempted to keep his breathing from getting out of control. His gigantic legs were spread across the bed with sea of flab between them. I dove under, reaching up to my shoulder searching for his buried dick. It’s such a pleasure digging for it, the only hard part of him lost in sweaty, musty rolls. I found it and teased the nub of his tiny sex organ. I went slow until he got trough half the gallon, then I started stroking with more intensity, jiggling and shaking his rolls while he chugged for me. “Suck it all down fatboy, Daddy needs you fatter…I’m going to make you spill over this bed, blob-boy.” The words spilt from my lips like lava, hot and heavy. My coaxing burns in his ears and drives him wild. He’s moaned and sucked like he would never get enough. “Yeah, fatboy, eat. EAT,” I was shouting. “Give me more fat to fuck. C’mon, blob, Daddy’s gonna make you too fucking obese to do anything.” I could tell how intense it was getting for my fatboy. He was so close to finishing the gallon. “Swallow, baby. C’mon fatboy, swallow til you BURST” He let out a cry that was muffled by the last of the pudding and cream as his dick shot in my hand, lost in hundreds of pounds of fat. I pulled my arm out and started fucking the roll between his massive belly and right thigh. He was breathing so heavy and still moaning while I fucked his fat, hard. I recited a well-warn mantra of how I was going to make my blob-boy into the fattest on earth, and how he would beg me for it. I shot deep in a roll as he lost consciousness. I lost control as I emptied into my bed-bound boy. I moaned and roared and shook like an earthquake. 

Now I’m watching him sleep. The window across from the bed casts lines of light from the street through the blinds and onto my beautiful creation. I love him so much. I know he needs more. I love him enough to keep doing this to him. 

It’s quiet moments like this where I wonder if he’s more than human or less than human. I’ve turned him into such an amazing pile of lard. He’s art. Poetry in motion. He’s an idol on an altar that I worship daily. He worships me too…he eats for me like I’m his god. It’s amazing that he wants this, that he wants more. After so many years of looking, I was beginning to think there was no one who needed this as much as I did. But then we found each other, and here we are. He’s so young and so obese. Others would say I’m past my prime, but I’ve never felt so alive and potent. 

I get up and gently place my hand on the lower right edge of his belly and let it sink in just a little. I don’t want to wake him. It’s a beautiful contrast. When we met, Isaac’s skin was the color of light wheat. Now it’s so pale, like cream. My forearm and hand look like carved mahogany sinking into a sea of milk. I want to spread out onto him like he’s my mattress. 

I’m going to make him fatter. Everyday there will be more of my fatboy. He’ll wake midmorning tomorrow and I’ll have his breakfast ready for him. He’ll beg daddy for more, and I will always give him that. Sometimes I wonder if someone will intervene. A long lost friend or family member will try and rescue him from what we both want, he’ll wake from his reverie and long for a “normal” life again. But everyday, that possibility grows further and further away. 

Don’t worry baby, Daddy will take care of everything. Daddy’s going to give us what we both need. 

[fatmalefantasy]

Still such a hot story. I want it to happen to me. 

[wannabebigger91]

Probably my favorite story on tumblr

[codyluvfat]

i wanna fatten a guy like this :)

[inydkon]

Relationship goals.

[inydkon]

Hidden messages in plain sight: "Hey what is your lifes goal?" - Civilian Friend *sends this picture* "Nice man! I want a Lotus too!" "Sure. A Lotus." - Me

[inydkon]

Fatten me until I physically cant lift a finger or wiggle a toe.

[inydkon]

The urge to be 1000+ pounds right now is overwhelming. Seriously want to find that one dark and perverted feeder to make it happen. Slowly enabling me until I am too fat to do anything about it. That is when his real feeder tendencies kick in. Forcing me to eat copious amounts of food as he teases me. Saying all the right words making me hungry and horny. 

Ugh. If you are out there, feeder, take me away.

[feeder-jeff-deactivated20220820]

Reblog If You Want To Get So Fat Your Immobile

I have a feeling this isn’t going to get many notes.

[fatpony-chan]

you’d be suprised

[chubwubdubbub-deactivated201508]

Hmm, I’m weird with this. I’m a feeder and have no intention of gaining any weight myself… but being immobile would be cool. Like, just skip all the gaining and make me unable to get up and that’d be great.

[wannabebigger91]

Hells Yeah

[codyluvfat]

I think about it a lot, but getting another guy that fat sounds even better!

[feederx]

One of my goals in life is to feed a guy to immobility.

[given-in-the-fat]

Yes please

[blubrboy-deactivated20210112]

Yes. Clearly.

[inydkon]

Working on it.

[inydkon]

In the mood to be blind folded, tied and fed until I pass out. Repeat this until my arms cant be tied and my weight pins me to the bariatric bed.

[peneloperouge]

Feedees reblog if

All you want is to be forced to lay in bed for weeks, months, or even years just to watch your body slowly grow bigger and bigger while your feeder continues to bring you plates upon plates of snacks, meals, and all kinds of desserts. You would have to be propped up so you dont suffocate under all of your new found mass. Then after recklessly consuming millions of calories you would no longer be able to see passed your enormous mountain of a belly. Your arms would steadily grow heavier and heavier until they lay useless along with your fat filled legs. Your only job would be stuffing your face for your feeders satisfaction until you can no longer lift your arms to your fat engorged face. You want to rely on them for everything. You know without them you wouldnt even be able to survive after growing so fat that you cant even walk. But you love it.

[illmakeyoubiggerinreallife]

600lb+ goals

There are so many folks looking to gain weight etc but how many legitimately want to be 600lb+? I’m not talking fantasy. I’m talking IRL and all the thing s that come with it.

Reblog if you’re looking to be truely supersized.

Reblog if you’re also wanting a partner that’s truely supersized.

Let’s get everyone together for a common goal.

[blubrboy-deactivated20210112]

Yes. Absolute goal. No dream.

[inydkon]

Working on it.

[inydkon]

Personal Fantasy

I have a fantasy where I reach 850 pounds. I have been commenting maybe not to gain any more weight towards my feeder and roommates. I have been sleeping on the couch the past few weeks instead of the bed. Fearing if I lay back down in bed, I will not get up again. As I sit on the couch, my feeder asks me whats wrong. I tell him as he sits on the ground rubbing my gut and consoling me. Hearing my concerns. Sharing a big blunt. He starts telling me I have nothing to worry about. Even if I gained more weight, he’ll do everything he can to get me out of the bed everyday.

He gets back up and goes to the kitchen brings me food (enough for 10 people). As I am eating, he talks about his day, his thoughts (while rubbing my gut). Three hours pass, I am stuffed and without fear. I completely forgot my concerns about being stuck in bed. I am pleasantly stuffed and stoned. In bliss knowing my loving feeder promised to keep me mobile. He stands up then slaps my gut while saying its time for tv in the bedroom then bed. Helps and guides me lovingly.

I am helped into the middle of the bed, naked. I look above my head and notice there was a supporting system (10 gallon water jug) with a funnel attached. Fear strikes me as everything I feared coming true. He comments it is just there for when we want to have fun nights; not a daily routine. That was a lie. That was the last time I got up. I was forced to eat and eat and funneled shakes.

Four years pass. The scale display next to where I am bound flashes 1597 pounds. I wake up to my feeder shoving a blunt in my face while naked, cuddled beside my folds, while he humps a fold. He kisses me and starts feeding me my breakfast. Enough to feed a family of 10. As soon as I finish he holds up funnel while sporting a devilish smile “Time for your shake. Open up.” Without skipping a beat I open my mouth. While I chug, he starts attending my cock. Massaging and fondling my FUPA to assist in making me hard to find my buried cock. Rubbing my thigh fat and folds lovingly. I have been conditioned to the point where I can’t get off unless I finish a 3 gallon shake. This goes on an hour or so. After I cum, we cuddle while we share another cigar size blunt. 

Next thing I know, he and the other feeder roommates start lifting me out of the bed to stand. They do this right in front of a wall mirror so I can see my self. What I have become. I sit on the edge of the bed looking at my self for a while. Taking in my body. Trying to comprehend how fat I am. Looking at the fit naked bodies of my feeder and roommates compared to mine. Seeing their cocks at attention and devilish grins on their handsome faces. The team help me stand which is painful but pleasurable at the same time. As I look at my self my feeder whispers in my ear, “Told you I would keep you from being stuck in bed.” Then they shift back into my bed. One of the roommates slaps my gut and teases my nipple, “I will start lunch.”