Gainerotic

NSFW blog of gainer stuff and other things that turn my crank. 18+ only please.

[feedistvin]

do you still have that navy blue equivalent of that dark gray shirt you posted recently, with the buttons at the top

As a matter of fact I do.

Also excuse the heavy breathing here. Literally just finished eating more than I should have before recording. Kind of indulged a bit after a long ass day.

[whatabelly-official]

Love the feeling of being stuffed to the max. 🐷

[jakegain]

Happy new year! 🤭

May it bring some extra weight… or a lot of it.

[jakegain]

sticking out far 🥴

[phatboi01-deactivated20250704]

The Stages of my Weight Gain:

This was inspired by a post I saw from a deactivated account, thought it would be fun to show you guys just how much I've grown!

First Stage: Starting Point (175 lbs)

I'm sure you guys have seen this picture of me a lot, it's basically the skinniest picture I can find of myself before gaining. In this body, I could run a full mile in a little over six minutes. If I were to try now it might take a couple of hours because I'd probably pass out 😅

Second Stage: Exploring Weight Gain (200-220 lbs)

At this stage I was somewhere between 200 to 220 lbs, and was loving how a little extra fat felt on my body. I worked out less and was rarely playing sports. I wanted to see how far I could take this.

Third Stage: Loving the New Body (230-260lbs)

This is a short stage, I didn't stay here for long. I was really enjoying myself at this stage. I had to move up to XL and then XXL shirts, and my capacity increased. I needed so much more.

Fourth Stage: Bigger and Bigger (260-290 lbs)

At this point I was finally feeling big, 290 pounds in this picture. I was so close to 300. I really just ate and sat all day, drinking soda and playing video games way way more than I used to, all so I could see "300 lbs" on the scale.

Fifth Stage: Completely Addicted (300lbs - ? )

This is the current stage. I'm 315 lbs. I cant stop thinking about gaining even more weight. I want to hit 400, 500, maybe even 600 lbs. Nothing feels like enough anymore. Bigger than everyone I know and I need to be bigger. I'm so weak now, I can't wait to see how much more I can grow 🐷

If you read all of this, thank you for your time!

[feeder86]

Feeder 86: The Top Ten

Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?

This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 

Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!

So, with that being said, let us begin...

#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!

#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.

#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.

#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.

#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.

#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.

#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...

If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.

#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…

#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 

Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…

Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!

Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…

#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 

With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 

The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…

So, there you have it! The the complete list!

This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...

So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  

Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.

Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.

Happy 200 stories!

Feeder86

[itsmaster-emmeron]

You want to GROW

[beefyfratguyy]

So You’ve Decided to Become a Gainer

So you’ve decided to become a gainer.

This is you now. A 170 pound 20 year old man. Lean. Fit. Curious. And boy are you hungry.

It starts by obsessing over other men’s weight. You notice every change in men’s bodies. Your father has put on a beer gut. Your college classmates start wearing sweatpants all the time. Their lovehandles pop out in shirts. The skin around their flat stomachs becomes soft and plump. No change in weight is too small or subtle. You notice it. And you want it. 

You research it. Google “how to get fat on purpose.” “Best ways to gain weight.” “Highest calorie foods.” “Men who gain weight.” “How to gain weight fast”.

Get erect. All this excites you. And you know you need it. One day, the decision is made. You will get fat on purpose. You will force your body to get as big and plump and bloated and chubby and saggy and puffy and fat as you want. It will never be enough but at least it will be something. That day, you overeat intentionally. An extra burger from McDonalds. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s. A six pack of beer. You are stuffed and satisfied and horny. You jerk off that night feeling your bloated gut. You love the sensation. You must do this again and again and again. 

The first 10 pounds comes easy. You barely need to try. A little here, a little there, eat like a man. Finish an entire large pizza to yourself. Ice cream after. And beer. Your pants get snug. You fill out a little bit. No one notices. But you noticed. And now you realize how much more you’ll need to feel anything. This is not enough. 

190 pounds. 

No longer thin, but not noticeably fat. Just a little soft. Some call you beefy. You’ve been exploring more ways to gain. Drink a gallon of whole milk a day. You can barely move after. You push your gut out as far as it will go. The pressure is incredible. The liquid sloshes in your belly. Hard to go to the gym this way, so may as well stay home and snack. 34in jeans fit better now. You’re liking the bloat. Decide to keep it bloated every day. If you can eat until you’re stuffed bloated every day, surely you will gain weight fast. And you do.

200 pounds. 

These first thirty pounds have happened so easily. Too easily? You don’t feel like it’s any different. But it is. You are softer all over. You hate cardio and never jog anymore. Large shirts hug your budding belly. People can see your deepening belly button through your shirt. You always clean your plate, out of habit now. People offer you food, knowing you’ll never say no. You are a big guy now. He’s a beefcake. “hey big guy.” The other guys call you “thicc” and “meaty.” But you want more than that. And you will get it. 

215.

Eggnog chugs. Boost chugs. 12 packs of beer. Mass Gainer. Heavy Cream. Jars of peanut butter. Extra olive oil. You need MORE and you want it now. The next 15 pounds come fast. No amount is too much for you. You film all this now. You want a record of your progress. You pat your chubby ball gut in satisfaction. You find fat in places you didn’t realize got fat. That area around your cock is puffy and soft. The side of what once was your muscular pec is now dimpled and flabby. Your inner thighs. Your back. Softer. 

230.

Your gains are obvious. It’s been 60 lbs and two years. But college does that to people. Your parents realize your party lifestyle has impacted your diet. You’re not a high school jock anymore, but hey, why not enjoy college? You’ve graduated and you want help to keep growing. Meet up with a feeder. He’s older than you. Potbellied. Clearly he’s put on weight himself. He opens the door in his underwear. You are shy. But your gut poking through your large tee and your lovehandles spilling over your jeans are all he needs to see to know you’ve been doing plenty of damage to yourself without his help. He intends to fucking destroy you. And he will.

This is when it gets intense. He makes you open the fridge where a gallon tub of ice cream has been melting into a vat of chocolatey goo. You will drink it all and he will make you do it sitting in front of the mirror naked.You gets you high on marijuana and poppers. You step on the scale and realize in erotic satisfaction that you have put on 4 pounds instantly. 

Your gut has never been more full. You are more erect than you have ever been. You have never felt SO GOOD.

He has you now. Addicted. Welcome to gaining, pig.

250.

 There’s no going back now. Your gut is distended and chubby and bloated all the time. And you are PROUD of it. Bright red stretchmarks have erupted across your round, soft, stomach and lovehandles. They remind you of your progress and you love them. You want more. You look like a fat guy now. Your face is puffy and round. You never go to the gym anymore. You can’t hide your weight gain in the baggiest of clothes. A double chin has formed so you grow a scraggly beard to cover it. Clothes do not fit you the same. You look… disheveled. And you do not care. All you CARE about is getting MORE. 

You are becoming a proper hog.Your feeder has done some serious damage and you love it. You obey him. You trust him. He wants you fatter, and you oblige. Each session is intense and he’s pushing your limits. The challenge is so erotic, you don’t even realize the changes that are occurring. You just know you want more. You are his slob now. A greedy, hungry, gainer. You are transforming. But it is still not enough. You cannot stop now.

270.

You have gained 100 pounds. Or have you? You still look so skinny in the mirror. You’re pudgy, MAYBE. Definitely not fat. There are way more guys that are fatter than you, and they aren’t even trying. You must gain more. Your family is concerned. 100 pounds in five years is a lot. “You should get back in the gym.” “Lay off the beer.” “Too many sweets and fast food.”

This only motivates you more. You’ll show them just how big you can get. Next time they see you, they will be horrified; you will make sure of that. 

Your feeder is proud of his pig, and you need him more than ever. He pushes you to gorge unrelentlessly. New creative ways to pump you full of calories. Your skin is always tight. Every time you feed, you think, “I’ve never been this full.” Yet you crave more. Your cock throbs as you play with your soft underbelly. It sags now over your waistband, no matter what kind of pants you wear. Your ass cheeks are soft and dimpled. Your lovehandles are embarrassingly wide. People look at you funny. When you eat in public, people are grossed out. 

300.

You run into an old college classmate who has himself gained weight. He barely recognizes you with the double chin and the beard and the waddle. You converse. He says “I guess we all put on a little weight after college” as he pats your soft, flabby belly just above your navel. This excites you. But you play it off. “Yeah work keeps me busy. No time to exercise and I just love trying new restaurants.”

The truth is, you don’t care what food tastes like. You will chug anything, stuff anything into your fat face that your feeder tells you to. You are his now. He is the only person you are attractive to now. Too fat for normal men. You are now an acquired taste. Only chubby chasers and encourages want your sweaty, waddling, bloated, curvy body. 

330.

You are in denial. "It’s not that much, I think I want another 50 pounds.“ 

The statement is laughable on its face. You are a blubbery mess of a man. This is what addiction does to you. You can’t even realize that 160 pounds of pure lard packed onto your once-thin frame is a lot. Nothing fits you anymore. You are always out of breath. People you used to know do not recognize you. You’ve given up all your hobbies except the only one that matters: Gaining. 

Gaining is the only thing you want. The only thing you think about. The only thing that gets your cock hard. And you must have more. 

350.

You film yourself naked eating a pie on all fours. Sniff poppers. Then slam back two pints of melted ice cream. The flavor doesn’t matter. It drips out the side of your mouth and over your fat tits. Your nipples are swollen and sensitive. You love having your tits played with. Oink Oink. You reach under your heavy soft overhang and pull it up. Jiggle it for your camera. Burp. Slap your gut.

You masturbate to these videos you film of yourself. You are shocked when you look back at your video at 250 and think “WOW I was so thin back then.” Reality is, 250 was NOT thin. But your perception of what is fat, what is thin, is so distorted by your fetish that it’s completely disconnected from reality. 

400.

Your feeder laughs and pats your gut as the scale reads 400 for the first time.

You are fatter now than he has ever been. 

“How do you feel, pig?” he says, grinning, and with his cock leaking precum in his underwear. 

“I feel… small. Like I need another 50 pounds,” you respond as you rub the soft hanging part of your belly. “And I’m still hungry.”

He loves hearing that. He sits you down in front of the mirror and watches as you drink a Boost VHC. 500 calories a piece. 

Drink another.

And another.

And another.

2000 calories. 

“Feel better pig?“ 

“yes sir.” you respond. 

As you look in the mirror, you let out a satisfying burp and jiggle your heft. Everything wobbles on you now. What you see back doesn’t shock you, but it should.

You think: What have I become? What have I done to myself? Why do I still feel so small?

Then you reach around your massive gut and feel your cock. It’s buried in fatpad now. And erect. Leaking precum. Your feeder gets on his knees and puts his lips on your cock. and starts slowly sucking off his greedy boy pig. This is your life now. It’s all you’ve ever wanted. And you still want more. 

[stuft2full]

this <3

[kawaiidebusworld]

[debraharsh]

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Fat Habits

Having fat on your body is not enough, becoming a fatty should be a permanent lifestyle change like a black hole that only sucks you in deeper.

Let food become the answer to every situation.

Celebrate every victory with over indulgence, eat your feelings when they hurt, pass the time with snacks...

Food is beautiful.

Food is your true best friend and is always there for you.

The warm feeling of stuffing yourself is pure happiness and bliss.

Isn't it great that being truly happy is always at your finger tips?

Don't think about it, just give into it.

Whenever you get a craving indulge it immediately.

Get used to indulging your cravings all the time and forget what it's like to have self control..

Get addicted to your favourite foods and keep reinforcing that addiction until it's impossible to break.

Every day that you give in pushes the possibility of turning back away.

The process should become so automatic that even if you are trying to show restraint and debate over whether or not to indulge, you mindlessly have started eating without even realizing.

The realization that you've become a slave to food might upset you at first but it's so hot to see how you've degrading and it just gets you so horny that you end up eating more instead.

Soon you will train your mind to crave food just from the thought of losing weight.

You will condition yourself to meet all forms of resistance to your new fat self with more eating.

Feeling a lack of confidence from your fat and considering dropping some weight to fit your clothes better?

Go stuff yourself.

Worried about the negative effects this lifestyle might have on your health?

Go stuff yourself.

And when it comes to physical activities you will always choose the path of least resistance.

If you have to decide between being lazy or putting in effort you will choose the fuzzy, cozy, happy feelings of lazing around.

Being lazy and sedentary feels sooo good. It's your other best friend after food after all.

Remember when you used to like going on walks? Now the thought seems horrid to you.

All of your interests have grown to revolve around being lazy and eating.

Watching shows, playing games, hanging around the computer or lying in bed on your phone...

The further you go, the more permanent this lifestyle is becoming.

You will condition yourself to meet all opportunities to give effort with being lazy.

Left the light on in the living room?

It's too far away now, you'll just stay in bed.

Friends getting together for a night out?

Maybe next time, it's too comfortable and happy hear on the couch with snacks and good shows.

You no longer just have a fat person's body... Now you have a fat person's brain.

You are wired to be lazy and you can't even comprehend the idea of anything else.

You relate to all the fattest people around you who got that way by accident and struggle with daily life.

There struggles have become your struggles.

You've become such a natural fatty that everyone will assume you've been this way all your life.

And as far as anyone is concerned, you have... because you are now exactly the same as someone who has been fat all their life.

Your muscles have all atrophied and left you weak.

You swear you used to know how to flex your muscles but now when you try nothing happens, it's just jiggly fat everywhere.

This is you forever now.

The habits have become permanent and you're only going to gain more fat habits along the way.

Welcome to the fat life.

[otteradmirer]

I have a magic dick

It’s not big or anything. It’s honestly average. Cut and surrounded by a dark forest of hair.

Put your mouth around it. Lick and suck on my cock. Deep throat it.

Feel my cum slip down your throat. Feel yourself get heavier too.

You’re naked, there’s no use hiding it. My dick made you gain an extra 20 pounds. You look so cute and sheepish relaxing that you got plump.

I bend you over on your knees and fuck your fatter ass hard. I cum again.

Another 20.

You decided to sit and ride on my dick. You blow up. How good does my dick have to be to make you put on 60 pounds?

We fuck like rabbits. It’s a perverse game or head, shoulders, knees, and toes. At some point you can barely move. I think it was after you broke my bed. You’ve been come a fecund mound of flesh. Your own cock is buried beneath layers of fat. You’ve ripened.

I wake up in the morning and call my friend. I don’t think you can fit in an Uber. You’d barely fit in his van.

I have a good feeling you’ll be back for more though, and maybe I’ll let you stay.

[bigfatbeyond-deactivated2022062]

Reblog if you are looking for a feeder(s) and/or mutual gainer friends. Let’s fatten each other up! 🌭🍔🍟🍕🌯🌮🥪🍤🥟🍣🍨🍦🧁🍭🍰🍫🎂🍿🍪🍩🥛🍷🍻🍹

Send me a message! 😊👍

[bigfatblubberboy-deactivated202]

Broke the button to this shirt!!

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[bigfatblubberboy-deactivated202]

[virtualcollectorblaze00-deactiv]

Recently I saw one of my high school friends for the first time in over a year. The first thing he did was put his hands on my shoulders and said “the freshman 15 hit you like a truck.” But then he laughed and said he was kidding so I assume that means the 20 lbs isn’t noticeable.

[virtual-collector-blaze-deactiv]

Ended up gaining 50 more lbs. Maybe it’s noticeable now?

[lardleader]

Addiction

You used to enjoy working out ,you were one of those gym rats,hitting the gym 6 days every week.

Then you discovered your passion for videogames,you started skipping the gym few days and ordering more junk food. These new habits started to reflect on your phisique.

You started playing more hour each day ,eating as you were gaming. One delivery each night wasn't enough anymore ,so you started having two. Love handles started blossoming on your side,bulging out the elastic band of your brief,your pecs were now soft and blurried in fat.

Was it a month or two ? When was the last time you did workout? You don't remember,but you don't cate either. Your life has reduced to working and playing videogames until late in the night,with your mouth always busy chewing.

You decided to start streaming and some people started watching you play and some watched you eat

I don't know what was your biggest mistake...maybe quitting yout job ? Or maybe linking the food delivery to your streaming channel.... But you ended up at home playing almost 22h each day and people just kept ordering food for you. And you couldn't refuse,you just couldn't stop.

Your body has changed so much in the last month... Who could ever guess you used to workout almost every day? Now you are just addicted to videogames ,addicted to food.

What the next months will do you ? Will you be able to stop yourself ?