Weight gain story - Something for everyone
I was unhappy. I lived alone in the city. No partner. Few friends. I recently lost my job and my family were the other side of the country. The stress of my previous job had changed me – I looked older than my 27 years, I had lost weight and my face was gaunt. I was desperate to change every aspect of my existence. I had never been particularly confident with my looks and my current situation had done nothing to improve this. Who was going to hire me? Who would want to be with me? I was lost.
As I stood on the little balcony of my flat, I desperately wished for a resolution. I wanted to be magically employed in a job I loved. I wanted my dream partner to appear next to me out of thin air. I wanted some ability to change my appearance so I could feel better about my life in order to fix it. I prayed to not just one God but to any God or out-worldly force which might exist.
My eyes were closed and I felt a breeze across my face. I opened my eyes and what looked like a dainty cloud of fireflies were descending onto me. I wasn’t scared but I felt a pleasant warmth extend through my limbs to my core. Somehow, inexplicably, I knew that one of my wishes had been answered.
Excitedly, I went inside and called for my dream boyfriend. There was no answer so I concluded that that wish wasn’t answered.
I checked the flat for any evidence of a new executive career. No swish suits. No new shoes. No emails in my inbox relating to a new job. I presumed that nothing had changed on that front either.
I went to the bathroom and stared in the mirror. The usual defeated face stared back at me. So non of my pleas had been heard at all?!
Eurgh – I noticed a few grey hairs on my temple I had not seen before. Are you kidding? Just what I need to boost my confidence. Kick me while I’m down, why don’t you. I instantly wished them gone and splashed some cold water on my face. When I looked back to inspect them further … unbelievably, they had returned to the normal color.
I was astounded. Had my third wish come true after all? I stood staring at myself, my mind racing and a hot prickle of hope coursed through my chest. I needed to try something else and imagine a more obvious change. I closed my eyes and in my head I wished to be a bit taller. I felt an odd sensation in my legs and when I opened my eyes I must have been about 5’11’’ and my clothes had also grown with me too. This was insane and I laughed in exhilaration to myself – if anyone had overheard, I must have sounded like a maniac.
I had always hated my mousey-colored hair and in no time at all it had transformed to a glossy chestnut brown. Over the next 10 minutes I continued to tweak my appearance and when I was done I barely recognized myself. An effortlessly handsome young man was looking back out the mirror with a stylishly swept hairstyle, high cheek-bones and a clean shaven masculine jaw line. My shoulders and arms had thickened with muscle and I had also made a few improvements down below if you get you get my drift. I winked and he winked. I brushed a strand of hair off my forehead and he did the same. I smiled and admired the white teeth of the hunk in the mirror. MY white teeth. I was the hunk! I was saved.
I loved and admired the way that I looked but I had always secretly had a thing for bigger guys. Not muscular particularly but chubby and I’d always wondered what it would feel like to gain a load of weight myself. I now had the power to find out.
I first of all decided to add about 40lbs onto my frame. No longer closing my eyes while I changed, I watched as my face filled out and my cheeks plumped a little. My whole torso broadened and I put a hand up to feel my pecs but a soft layer of adipose had replaced them and instead of my abs, a little belly had formed which jiggled a little with each step. I smiled in the mirror and it exaggerated my cute cheeks. I looked like a rugby player who had given up the sport but continued eating and drinking the same portions as his teammates .
Immediately, I went to put on some clothes and found my entire wardrobe had changed. It was much more fashionable than my usual taste and, while the clothes fit me, they were all a little on the tight side and seemed to accentuate my biceps, belly and chunky butt. Looking in the mirror, I grabbed my buttocks with both hands and there was a considerable amount more meat there than before. Checking myself out from a side view, it was clear to see that my waistline had expanded as my belly had grown outwards.
I drove out to a gay bar and ordered a beer. A cute twink was eying me up on a table nearby and I went over to sit with him. Usually I wouldn’t have been so bold but my new visage had increased my confidence a hundred times over. I could barely hear what he was saying over the loud music but I was pretty sure we wanted the same thing so we ditched our drinks and headed out to my car. I drove to an empty parking lot in a leafy suburb and parked. During the journey his small talk had been dull so I pushed a finger to his lips and my hand wandered down to rub his hardening prick in his pants. I unbelted him and he ripped off my tight shirt to expose my soft chest and abdomen. We started making out before I pushed him into the back seats with dominance and squeezed myself through the gap in the seats on top of him noting how I certainly took up more room than usual which made me more horny. I kissed him as his hands wandered down the curves of my sides. I could feel him trying to maneuver himself under me and heard him utter the word ‘heavy’ which almost made me cum. I couldn’t wait much more so I allowed him to turn over and I pushed my rock-hard shaft into his hairless ass and pounded him; I could feel the chubbiness of my torso ripple with every movement and I threw my head back in ecstasy. When the deed was done, I exhaled heavily and we spooned in the back seats (I was obviously big spoon!) until our glistening bodies dried…
The next night, back in front of the mirror, I checked myself out again before increasing my weight again – chubbing myself up by an extra 80lbs. I was in awe as my belly expanded outwards under my shirt which rode up my front. The dimensions of the motif on it stretched out of proportion as my man-tits softened even more so (with difficultly) I pulled off the shirt. I decided to shorten and darken my hair to black and added some stubble to my new double chin. The extra bristles on my fuller face felt good to rub so bit by bit I added more body hair and before long, I had definitely furred myself up to bear status. A thick coating of hair appeared on my chest and a dark line of fuzz snaked its way down my bulging navel. I’d only ever grown a few thin, fair chest hairs before so it was a whole new experience to stroke the soft black carpet of hair stretching from moob to moob and it excited me. Sparse dark hairs covered the rest of my round belly and extended across my shoulders and down the sides of my broad back. I jumped on the bathroom scales and found myself up to 290lbs. An extra 10lbs wouldn’t hurt, right?
I lumbered into the bedroom and found the drawers full of XXL clothing and even then, the t-shirt was snug. My new appearance was turning me to the point I needed to share it with someone – I downloaded Grizzlr, a bear dating app, and scrolled through the local hunks and chunks until a rugged cub caught my eye. Instead of meeting out, he insisted on coming straight round. 20 minutes later I opened the door to Rider, a fairly overweight young guy with matching auburn hair and trim beard on a cute face. Introductions seemed to go out the window as I had barely (bearly!) opened a beer for him before he had removed his shirt, showing off his tubby, hairy torso – but I was even bigger. He pulled my shirt over my head and our lips met; I could feel my stubble comb through his facial hairs tantalizingly as our heads turned in sync. Our two bellies pushed up against one another’s as our hands explored the others physique – the belly to belly contact felt unbelievably hot and before too long, I’d found that I’d pinned him against the wall of the living room, my gut holding him in place as we continued to make out. He then shoves me onto the couch behind and jumps on top of me. The heat of our exertions plus my added bulge causes me to sweat profusely allowing Rider’s cub body to glide easily over my much heftier one. In all the fun, I dare myself to add on another 15lbs and I actually feel myself widen a little. Of course as far as Rider was concerned, no-one can magically put on 15lbs in an instant but he must have subconsciously realized some change because he chose that point to exclaim “Wow – how does a good-looking guy like you end up becoming such a sweaty fucking fat beast?” I take it as a compliment and I crouch over, offering him my sizeable hairy ass. He didn’t need telling twice and rammed his tensed cock in me and puts his hands on my blubbery hairy back – I marvel at how my moobs jostle with each heavenly thrust…
Afterwards, my dark body hair is matted with sweat and he’s laid next to me absent-mindedly stroking my fuzzy paunch and saying he’ll message me again for another session. Despite enjoying the ride from Rider, in my head I’m thinking this is unlikely as I have other appearances I lust to try out…
I once had a fantasy where I became a long distance truck driver and gradually gained more and more weight from twice-daily stops at fast-food joints along the highway. Now I could easily become the finished article without a lifetime of driving.
Back at the mirror again, I added at least 80lbs to my body and watched as my belly ballooned in front of me and pushed into the porcelain of the sink. It looked like an enormous beer belly and the weight of it caused the whole round gut to fall down over my belt which I had to quickly loosen. I went in search of new clothes as I followed my protuberant gut out of the bathroom and into my bedroom – I found it more difficult to balance myself with the new weight on my front but in the drawers I found a very large checkered shirt, an old denim jacket with the sleeves torn off and a baseball cap – all smelt a little oily. The shirt only just did up with the buttons straining a little over my rotundness and there was no way the denim was going to reach around my girth. Checking myself out in the bedroom mirror, I realized my face and hair looked too fresh and just didn’t look ‘trucker’ enough. I replaced the stubble with a full on bushy beard and added a couple of grey streaks to make myself look a little older and experienced. I also thinned my hair out but as I was doing so, my mind wandered and when I opened my eyes it had gone a bit far and I had accidently made myself completely bald on top with just a dark horseshoe of bristly hair on the fat pad around the sides and back of my head. I stroked my hairless scalp and it stimulated nerves which had not been touched before. It felt interesting so I left it as it was, replaced the cap and left the flat. I looked the part of an obese guy in his late 30’s whose weight had clearly got out of hand.
I wanted the full trucker experience so I stuffed my enlarged body into my car (I had to move the seat back to accommodate my bulge) and set off for a bar in a rural town on a long stretch of road a few hours away.
During the journey, I had to stop and get gas. When I got out to refuel, I like to think that my size was drawing the attention of other customers – I’m sure I saw people staring out the corner of my eye and the cashier woman definitely gave me a look of intrigue. Even though I wasn’t interested, I gave her a wink as I stomped out.
When I finally arrived at the bar, I went in and ordered a giant portion of calorific food and a beer. Normally this amount of food and drink would have ended me but clearly my stomach was proportional to my size and I put it away with no problem before downing a couple more beers. The buttons of my shirt were properly straining now and my great big gut dug satisfyingly into the table.
I was right about this being a trucker’s haunt – around the room I spied similar looking men, mostly sitting alone, getting a hearty meal before they hit the road again. One such man sitting in a booth the other side of the bar had been eyeing me ever since I had trudged in. I caught his gaze and signaled for him to come over. He looked in his mid-30’s and as if he had been trucking since he left school. He must have been about 300lbs and had a brown goatee and long brown hair pulled back in a thin pony-tail.
“Not seen you in these parts before … new route?” he said gruffly. I noticed a significant rising bulge in his pants.
He sat down and we chatted for a few minutes and I found out he was married with a wife before he went to the toilet. I didn’t think he had the confidence to start something up so I decided to save time and I followed him in there. He was just zipping up his pants at the urinal when I entered.
“Following me…?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Sure.” I replied. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I advanced upon him and dragged him into a kiss – he started to protest before reciprocating enthusiastically which was kind of difficult as both our bellies were so swollen. I tensed what abdominal muscles I had beneath my bulge causing my shirt to bust of the most strained buttons. They ricocheted off the tiles and he ripped open the remaining few. I threw off my hat and unbuttoned my jeans and he did the same before we squashed ourselves into the nearest cubicle. There really wasn’t much room to spare which I thoroughly enjoyed; there was no way of not touching him and the cubicle wall at the same time with my enlarged form. I knelt down and put my lips around his erect dick as he moaned in delight I pumped back and forth. I stopped before he climaxed and jizzed his load into my beard and across my head. He took my head in his hands and licked it off of my smooth bald pate like a wild animal – I thought it was weird but it felt kind of good. We switched positions and it was my turn. Before he began he gave my gut a slap – the noise loudly reverberated around the empty bathroom. I lifted my significant paunch so he could get his head to my dick. As he pumped away for my pleasure I thought about how it fulfilled two fantasies: both becoming a trucker and getting with a ‘straight’ guy who had been suppressing his true feelings…
I met a guy in college who dropped out in his first term and went back to live with his parents – since then, unemployment had not done kindly to his figure (or perhaps it had been kindly depending on how you look at it) but looking at his Facebook pictures, he had piled on the pounds and now looks like a completely different person. I think he must just sit around all day watching TV and scrounging off his parents. It was hot and I wanted it too.
I got to work on recreating his body shape. First off, I removed all the trucker body and facial hair and replaced the locks on my head. However, my gut was still round and bloated and my body fat needed redistributing. I imagined my ex-friends body and immediately the wondrous changes started to occur. To begin with it looked like I had started to melt – everything became slacker and my trucker tan lightened so that my skin tone became white and pallid like I hadn’t been outside all year. My moobs dropped and my upper arms became fleshier and as round as a normal mans thigh. My forearms were as large as hams and there was even a fat crease at the wrist. I lifted my swollen hands and flexed the sausage like digits in triumph before poking my enlarged nipple – my tubby finger sunk deep into the fat. Looking back up, I realized my neck had been replaced by a wattle of three chins and my whole body had widened considerably – I couldn’t even guess my waist size. But my belly … my belly hung down over my thighs like an adipose apron and as I slid my hand down my sides, caressing the contours of my new shape I came across my pubic fat pad which my hard cock had been swallowed by.
I took a step back to see myself fully in the mirror and felt my thighs brushing together and saw them wobble as my foot touched the ground. I looked like I had strapped blocks of lard to my body which had then been absorbed under the skin. Back on the weighing scales I actually had to push my soft belly in a little to read the number: 455lbs, Unbelievable.
I jumped up and down once and could feel the shock of my poundage slam the floor – the room shuddered as though an earthquake had hit but it didn’t shake as much as my fat rolls. I didn’t jump again just in case I went through the floor…
I had to counterbalance my weight as I moved into the bedroom to look for clothes – I was looking forward to how many X’s would be in front of the L on the size. But the cupboard and drawers were empty save for a stretched pair of boxers and a white grease stained vest. I pulled it over my head and found that the bottom of vest was never going to cover my belly which visibly poked out at underneath. I shrugged and thought if I looked like a slob, I might as well act like one so I went online and ordered an extra large pizza meal deal. Opening the door to the delivery guy was a moment I will never forget – the look on his face when he saw who took the order… I just knew he was going back to tell his colleagues about the enormous fat man who paid for the mountain of unhealthy food.
Taking the food back to the couch, I planted my massive buttocks on the cushions and binged while I watched TV. Slice after slice of pizza went in my mouth and I chugged the 2 liters of soda in pretty much one go and let out a huge burp before sighing in satisfaction. I accidently spilled sauce on my only vest but I just licked it off and there were crumbs all over my torso which I brushed aside. After the meal, I lay on my broad back on the couch and my man-tits flopped weightily out the sides of the vest so I stripped it off and started exploring under my belly - I found my rock hard cock with my fat hand but I had to shift my entire body weight to push my belly aside to access it. I jerked myself off and it was probably the most heavenly session ever…
This behavior continued for days which stretched to weeks – each day I would resolve that “tomorrow I will make myself thin again” but tomorrow never came. I was playing computer games all day just sat on the couch in my one pair of boxers. Every press of the console caused my pale obese body to jiggle and I loved it. I set up a YouTube account for gaming and while the views soared, I was able to get a load of money from the advertising. I didn’t intentionally put on more weight but my sedentary lifestyle, massive portions and countless snacks took its toll and after a few months I was on the cusp of 500lbs!
Despite being the happiest I had been in some time, now at 550lbs, I could not help feeling lonely and I needed someone to love my blubber as much as I did myself. I needed a chaser. I logged onto a fat-friendly dating site and created a profile. My bulk made it difficult to take a photo of myself and I don’t think the ones I put on the site did my size justice but nevertheless, admiration comments flooded in over the following days including one from a local guy who showed a great enthusiasm for wanting to meet up. After some flirting backwards and forwards we agreed to meet at a fast food joint down the road from my flat (my request as I don’t think I could’ve got much further). Having everything delivered over the last few months meant I hadn’t left the building in all that time. I ordered some 5XL clothes online and paid for next day delivery. The next evening when it was time to leave, I pulled on the new clothes and waddled out my front door, brushing the doorframe on both sides with my sagging love handles. I had always wondered why big guys I had seen online didn’t always let their bellies hang out over their pants but now being so massive myself, I realized how much more comfortable it was to pull the elasticized waistband over my sizeable overhang keeping everything in place. The small elevator groaned under my weight as I stepped in, taking up as much space as 3 regular sized people. The walk to the restaurant was only 5 minutes but I arrived sweaty and flushed from the exertion having never been so unfit in my life. I relished the looks that passers-by had given me as I puffed past them breathlessly. I had never before appreciated how carrying this amount of weight could be such exhausting and sweaty work.
The place was empty except for one table covered in full dishes with my date sitting next to it with an expectant smile on his face. I lumbered over and parked my giant behind on the chair as we greeted each other. His name was Max and he had buzzed brown hair which joined to his fashionable stubble with a twinkle in his green eyes. As I suspected, he had ordered all that food for me.
We clicked immediately although he did most of the talking as I was doing a lot of eating! My lardy asscheeks were sliding off the metal seat and I shifted my mass for comfort. I heard the chair creak in protest and felt my blubber wobble in my lap and down my sides from the movement. As I chewed continuously, my appetite now insatiable, sauce dribbled down my multiple chins which I wiped away with a meaty forearm. In less time than I expected, I finished off the last portion of fried chicken and licked my greasy, pudgy fingers.
When I finally attempted to stand, it just caused me to upend the flimsy table as I had tried to use it as leverage - it didn’t even occur to me that I would need extra help now because at home I would use the weighty couch or bed to get to my feet in my own time. Max smiled and offered me both his hands which I took in both of my fat ones. On the count of three he heaved me up and the momentum caused me to collide front-on with him. There was a pause as his little tummy pressed against my gargantuan one and I could tell he was fighting the urge to feel my body in such a public place but the moment had an effect on me too and he instantly agreed to come back to mine when I asked. I shuffled back to my apartment hand in hand with him and obviously took the lift up – there was no way I was going to try and tackle going up the stairs.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me when we stepped through my door – my tent-sized shirt was off in seconds and as we made out, he rubbed the thick flab of my torso passionately. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom where we both stripped off and showered together although due to my expansive volume and the limited space in the shower cubicle, we had to leave the door open, subsequently flooding the floor and causing it to look more like a wetroom. Perhaps I’ll need a wetroom at this rate I thought with a smile. Max pushed my front up against the glass wall of the shower, water still cascading over us, causing my wet, blubbery belly to squeak and slide across the smooth pane as he slapped my huge ass a couple of times, enjoying the sound and movements it made from the impact. Still wet and naked, we moved to my trusty couch (which I probably weigh more than now…) and from his backpack he produced a large iced chocolate cake – he dipped his finger in the frosting and licked it seductively before sliding the confection onto my bloated upper belly which I frequently use to double as a table. I was still stuffed from the meal but couldn’t resist as he held a tempting piece of it in front of my mouth. Slice after sugary slice disappeared down my gullet (I’ve no idea how I managed it) and I sighed in exhaustion looking like a huge overstuffed pig as the final crumbs were swallowed. Max’s hands stretched across my vast belly as he poked and caressed my deep podgy love handles with glee before licking off the remaining chocolate frosting from my chest. This then gave him an excuse to put one of my weighty, chocolately nipples in his mouth and tease it with his tongue. He then takes my soft pallid apron of belly and lifts it with both hands before dropping the deadweight back into my lap with a slap – the shock of the contact and sweat of my underbelly causes the mass of blubber to jostle and slip across my treetrunk thighs. I grab my apron of fat and heave it up myself with great effort as he searches beneath my pubic fat pad for my rigid cock which compared to my humongous size, now looks pretty small lost in a sea of lard. I say this to Max and he chuckles appreciatively – any self-analyzing comment about my enormity seems to turn him on.
“I can change my appearance at will and make my dick bigger for you to find if you want. Or I can pile on another hundred pounds instantly too…” I’m not sure what made me say this, but I trusted him already and it felt right as if Max was going to be my partner for life. He stops sucking my dick.
“Er … what?” he asked as his head appears into view over my plus-size poundage, a quizzical yet fascinated look on his face.
I tell him about my wish and everything that had happened – I sounded a bit like a crazy person but he didn’t question my tale.
“Prove it, then” he says playfully, “Make your belly as round as the biggest beach ball.”
Inspired, I lead him to my bedroom where the closest mirror was and imagine applying the requested changes to my body. I open my eyes with a smile…
I try again and once more, I remain the same. Forgetting Max is there, I panic and try to turn myself back into the muscular hunk I started as. But in the mirror, the grossly obese young man stood defiant.
Max was leaning casually against the doorframe, smiling saying something about my ‘cute fantasy’ but I wasn’t really listening as my eyes had just rested on a photograph sitting on the chest of drawers. It showed me and my family on vacation when I was 17 sitting in a beachside restaurant. But my focus was on where the younger original me had been sitting. In my place sat a heavily overweight teenager taking up half the picture and finishing off an extra large sundae with relish. It was the new me but 10 years and 300lbs ago. I checked my Facebook photos which showed the fat me getting weightier and weightier the more recent the photo was taken including photos of me in scenarios I don’t even remember: me dressed as pig, me mid-way through an eating contest, me standing topless in a mud bath with sludge dripping off my gut overhang. And no-one in the photos seemed to think my poundage was at all out of the ordinary.
The gift has disappeared. I had everything that I had asked for. I was happy. I had found someone who loved me and I loved myself. I even had a form of income, after a fashion.
This was my new life. Gone were the days when I would head out to play sport. Gone were the days when I could fit comfortably in an airplane or cinema seat. Gone were the days I could easily find clothes that fit me. Even though it’s been the best time of my life living like colossal gainer – there was always that option to easily reverse the changes and now that option was gone it was a daunting prospect. I would never be able to shift any of this weight I thought looking at myself in the mirror and putting my porky hands on my undulating rolls of fat – I’m gonna be fat forever…
“Fat forever” I said accidently out loud to the room.
“I hope so” said Max who was still watching me. I waddled over to him and he held me in an embrace. He could barely get his arms around my belly let alone the entire circumference of my body.
After that, my lifestyle didn’t change – I figured I was already a fat fuck so why should I stop enjoying the things I love most? The main one being outrageously large quantities of calorific food…
Max moved in shortly afterwards and we got married the following year. By that point I had unintentially gained even more weight and reached a massive 680lbs; my shirt and suit had to be made especially for my size for the big day. Max drove me in a large capacity van to a beach resort for our honeymoon as I didn’t think any flight company would allow me on a plane… Walking onto the beach was the first time I had been out in public with my belly out and it felt utterly amazing getting looks of disgust and intrigue seeing us as a couple. I had never even seen anyone of my size before so I understand their response – I would’ve done the same a couple of years ago too… Max rubbed sunscreen into every roll and crease of blubber on my broad soft body and I truly felt like a beached whale as sweat beads poured off my gigantic pillowy belly in the hot sun. Over the last year I have developed fat rolls on my upper arms and thighs too which makes mobilizing and daily activities even harder. My unhealthy routine has even rubbed off on Max who has filled out nicely since I met him and has chubbed up to the point where he would probably be classified as clinically obese. He seems to like his belly taking up more room but says that he doesn’t want to get as big as me…
I’m currently sat back in my usual spot on the couch with the laptop resting on top of my gargantuan belly with my manboobs hanging like hefty sandbags on either side. My weight has increased to just short of 800lbs and I’m honestly not gaining on purpose but I genuinely just have an addiction to food now which I can’t ignore. I’ve said it before but I will try and cut down on portions (yeah, right!) but at least Max hasn’t lost interest – he’s out getting more food supplies now as I type. I don’t know what the future holds but as long as I have Max then I’m happy.
Max walks in through the door with heavy shopping bags and sees the massively obese man that is his husband lolling topless on the couch as his fat hand delves mechanically into the bag of chips next to him and brings it to his mouth. His lips are coated with the cheesy dust flavoring which he licks off absent-mindedly before letting out a satisfying belch. He looks up at Max and emphasizes his round chubby cheeks as he smiles…
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