Gordie, one of my favorite gainers, was an absolute beast of a man. Easily over 500 pounds, he had one of the most spherical bodies I’d ever seen. He was from Germany, I think, but he never really talked in his videos. He just ate.
I kept my computer volume down as low as I could so my roommate Jace couldn’t hear me, and then I clicked on the video. You’ve probably seen it. It’s a classic, though it was new at the time. Gordie was all spread out on a sofa, his smooth, hairless belly spilling in all directions. He might’ve been naked, or his underwear might’ve just been hidden under his sloping apron. His arms were spread out on the back of the sofa, and he had his mouth wide open. Hungry and waiting.
Then his little twink costar Paolo walked in wheeling a cart of pastries. He was naked too, and pretty hot, but that short, slim body definitely wasn’t my thing. He kinda looked like me, actually, just with darker hair and skin and a slighter rounder ass.
I think you can guess what happened next. Paolo leaned over Gordie’s body, his small hands sinking into Gordie’s smooth, lightly stretch-marked flesh, and proceeded to feed him handful after handful of fat-rich desserts.
Gordie chewed and swallowed at such a feverish pace that the whole video looked like it was sped up. After three cakes were absolutely demolished, his chest was speckled with crumbs and whipped cream. A streak of raspberry sauce slid down the edges of his mouth. He was spent, heaving for breath.
That’s when Paolo brought out the funnel. His back was to the camera, so you couldn’t see his expression, but I can imagine what he was feeling. Pure freaking bliss.
Gordie’s expression, though… He looked terrified. He pulled back his head, scrunching up his thick double chin, and he clamped both his eyes and mouth shut tight.
Paolo’s body slumped in disappointment, and it looked like the video was ending. Then Gordie mumbled one word: “More.”
It was all an act, of course. They were playing for the camera, with Gordie pretending to give up and Paolo pretending to be disappointed. They wanted to extend the chase, string the viewers along a little bit.
And it worked for me. That kind of teasing drives me wild. But of course, neither man was ever going to give up in the middle of a hot, sloppy feeding session like that. They were too far into it, and even though Gordie had been filled with an absurd amount of food, his massive, beautiful body was proof enough that he could handle more. A lot more.
Twenty-two minutes more, according to the video length.
Paolo raised the funnel and slid its nozzle into Gordie’s waiting mouth. It was a beautifully romantic moment, Gordie’s eyes shining with total trust in his partner. And not just trust, expectation. Expectation that this tiny little man would love him enough to absolutely fill him up.
I’m gay but more on the ace side of things, so this kind of intimacy felt so much more erotic than regular sex. This was more than just two bodies connecting; it was a beautiful exchange of dominance as one man allowed his body to be forever changed and the other did exactly what he wanted. The submissive, tiny twink gained complete power over the wobbling hunk on the couch.
Paolo held the funnel up in the air and then began to pour a thick purple liquid down the tube and straight into Gordie’s mouth. An expert gainer, Gordie drank every drop, not allowing a single trickle to spill out of his mouth despite how gleefully fast Paolo was pouring it in.
That liquid was one of the most potent shakes around. (Gordie posted the recipe to his website, but it was behind a paywall.) The shakes, of course, were a huge reason he got up to 500 so quickly, and why he’ll continue to expand. He was a surprisingly active person for a man of his size, doing a lot of walking and modified yoga in his free time. (I followed his blog a lot.) But even if he kept growing, he would always be healthy. Comparatively.
With the first gainer shake gone, Paolo lowered the funnel to grab another jug. As he did, he kissed Gordie tenderly on the cheek. And just to be playful, he licked some of the sauce off Gordie’s second chin. He wanted to feel it wobble with his tongue.
I paused the video and replayed that last part. I’d seen this one a few times, and that one little moment always got to me. Maybe it was the look on the gainer’s face, how his eyes closed in total satisfaction. Maybe it was the jiggle, the way his massive chin shook under his partner’s tongue. I don’t know, man. This kind of stuff really got me going.
I had just unzipped my pants when my bedroom door flung open and Jace rushed in. Jace had been my roommate for three years now, since we were freshmen. He was a great guy, even if he was kind of an idiot. Honestly, he reminded me of a big dumb golden retriever, always energetic and happy.
He excitedly bounded into my room, just like a retriever. He was dressed only in sweatpants, as usual. “Dude, you won’t believe the joke I just heard,” he said. “What’s the difference between—”
He froze, staring straight at my computer. I tried to slam my laptop shut, but it was too late. He already saw the giant blob of a man covered in cake crumbs. He stared at me in shock, his big blue eyes bugging out, and then he glanced down at my unzipped pants.
He knew! He finally caught me! After three years of our friendly cohabitation, he finally learned my secret. God. Why didn’t I lock my door?
Jace shook his head, probably trying to get that image out of his brain, and then slowly walked toward me. I expected him to run out of the room. That would’ve been the polite thing to do, right? If you catch your roommate in a situation like this, you leave the room. That allows both of you to have your embarrassed little freakouts in privacy.
But no. He slowly stepped closer. “Dude, what the hell were you watching?”
I stared up at him, knowing full well that this would be the end of our friendship. I just knew it. He’d be disgusted by me. He’d pack up his stuff and move out. I’d never told anyone that I was a wanna-be-encourager because I knew that if anyone found out, they’d be so disgusted that they wouldn’t even be able to look me in the eyes anymore.
And yet, Jace was looking right at me. And there wasn’t any disgust on his face, only confusion.
I allowed myself to let out a sigh of relief. Jace wasn’t disgusted because he didn’t understand what was going on. He was too much of an idiot, thank God.
“Seriously, what were you watching?”
I thought for a second, trying to figure out the best explanation. “Well,” I said, “I’m interested in learning about health. I want to teach myself about nutrition and stuff.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Heck yeah,” I said. “I mean, I live with you, and I feel so self-conscious about how skinny I am.” I nodded toward his shirtless body. He was rippling with muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him. “So I’m learning about, uh, health.”
Jace still didn’t understand. “Then why were you watching that guy feed that other guy?”
“It’s one of those educational videos,” I lied. “You know, like a TedTalk. It tells you what not to do.”
“Oh,” he said, letting out a long stream of air. “So it’s teaching you how to eat healthy, so you don’t end up like that big fat guy.”
“Exactly,” I said. “It’s educational.”
Jace smiled and nodded. I had just given him the dumbest explanation in the world, and he bought it completely. That’s the best thing about having a loveable idiot for a roommate. He’ll believe anything.
I expected that to be the end of the conversation, but it wasn’t. Instead of leaving, Jace pulled up a chair and sat his athletic body next to me. “Can I see?”
“Naw, it’s the twentieth video in the series. You have to watch them in order.” This wasn’t a lie, per say. It was the twentieth video. Gordie’s first video showed his encourager weighing him at 210 pounds. He had a little pooch of a belly and not much else. This last video, he was 508.
Jace thought for a second. Then he elbowed me in the side. “Dude, I didn’t know you were teaching yourself about nutrition. How cool!”
“Totally. I learn about nutrition pretty much every night. Sometimes twice a night.”
“Cool cool,” Jace said. “I wish I could do that. I don’t know anything about nutrition. I just eat whatever I think is healthy. I tried to watch one of those explainer videos, but I just didn’t get it.” He paused. “It was just some guy talking about good carbs and bad carbs and stuff. I didn’t get to the part about feeding obese people.”
“Yeah,” I said. “That comes at the end.”
He nodded as if I’d just told him some pearl of wisdom. “Do you think you can help me?”
“With what?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he stood and backed up a few steps so I could see his whole body. Then he raised his arms and started flexing. I watched as his pecs popped and his abs tensed. Honestly, it was a shame that I lived with one of the most handsome men in the world and yet I felt nothing. This kind of perfection just wasn’t my type.
“So will you help me?” he asked.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. You didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh.” He laughed. “I thought I did, but I guess I forgot to say the words out loud. I do that sometimes. Sorry. I… Um, I want to get bigger.”
I gulped. “What do you mean?”
“Everyone’s always complimenting me on how hot I look, but when I go to the gym, most of the guys are way bigger than I am.”
I doubted that. He already had a defined six-pack and beefy biceps.
“So you wanna gain more muscle?”
He sat back down, looking me straight in the eyes. He was the kind of guy to get a little too close to your face when he’s talking to you. It’s unnerving, but it’s also cute, like he’s ready to take everything you say very seriously. “Yes,” he answered slowly. “I want to pack on pure muscle. No fat, obviously. But I’m worried about bulking too much, ’cause I have no idea what I’m doing. But since you’re like an expert on nutrition, can you help me?”
I looked down at my lap, making sure that my growing hardness wasn’t visible. Just in case, I shifted a little to the side so he couldn’t see.
“Let me get this straight. You want me to help you with, what? A diet plan?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just something to boost my intake in a healthy way. I’ll do the workout plan myself but I need you to tell me all the right stuff to eat. If I do this on my own, I’ll probably mess up and end up as fat as that guy on your video.”
“And you don’t want that?”
He scoffed. “Dude, of course not! Isn’t that the whole point of the video? To warn people about overeating?”
“Yes. That’s exactly why I was watching it.”
“Good,” Jace said. “I’m so happy my roommate is so smart! You’re gonna make my muscle gains so much easier!” He slapped me on the back, almost knocking me off my chair. He did that a lot, always in a friendly way, He didn’t know his own strength.
“I… Um, I don’t know, man.”
“Come on!” he said. “Please? You know I’m not smart enough to do this, right?”
I couldn’t believe it. This was literally my encourager dream come true! My gorgeous, muscle stud roommate was asking me to create a nutrition plan for him. He was putting all his trust in me.
I’ve read hundreds of stories online about this very scenario. All I had to do was sabotage his diet a little bit at a time. I’d increase his portions, add butter to everything, trick him into eating late at night. I’d probably start giving him calorie-packed gainer shakes and lie about what was inside. You know the rest. It’s a tale as old as time.
It was like a huge present had fallen right into my lap. I’d been obsessed with gainer videos since I was a kid, but I’d never had the confidence to actually do something about it. I’d never dated anyone fat. (Or anyone, really.) I’d never fed a guy. I just saw this part of my life as some big, unreal fantasy that was never meant to be, at least not for me.
God, it would feel so great to wreck Jace’s body, to trick him into pumping thousands of calories into his mouth. I took a long look at him, imagining his ripped torso ballooning into a massive muscle-gut. I imagined his sharp jawline soften, his face widen, his pecs droop.
I quickly crossed my legs. I knew I couldn’t zip up my pants without him noticing, so I just prayed that he didn’t notice my growing bulge.
“Dude, you’re staring,” he said.
And I was. I was looking right at his developed chest. “Uh, sorry. I was just thinking…”
“So you’ll help me?” His voice came out really hopeful, really puppy-dog.
I knew that I couldn’t do this to him. The way he looked at me, like he trusted me with his life or something… I couldn’t betray him. Online stories about sabotaging diets and manipulating roommates was one thing, but this was Jace! This was my best friend! I would feel terrible.
Worse, he’d figure things out eventually. Once he started growing a gut, he’d realize that I was purposely sabotaging him. And then what would he do? He’d leave. He’d tell me to stay away from him forever.
I knew what I had to do. “I’ll help you,” I said. “I’ll set up your diet plan exactly like you want.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. And I was 100% serious. I’d help him stay fit and gain muscle. I wouldn’t do anything to fatten him up, no matter how much that would turn me on.
He leaned over and wrapped me in a tight bear hug. His hard chest pressed into my shoulder and I could feel him shaking with excitement. “I’m gonna do everything you say! And then I’ll be ripped!” He jumped up and ran out of the room.
I let out a deep breath. I’d been so close to achieving my encourager dreams, but I just couldn’t do it. I flipped open my laptop and clicked out of the gainer video. Then I started googling diet plans. I knew all the foods that could make someone fat, but I really didn’t know anything about proper nutrition. If I was really going to help Jace, I’d have to teach myself.
I scanned through the article, adjusting my pants to relieve some of the pressure from my semi-hardness. Thank God Jace hadn’t noticed my half-chub when he was sitting next to me.
Suddenly, Jace stuck his head through the doorframe and shouted, “Love ya, man. And, um, you might want to zip up your pants. I forgot to mention it.”
He disappeared again. So he had noticed after all. My face flushed a little in embarrassment and I kept reading.
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Thanks for reading! Check out Part 2 here. And you can find all my newest stories here.
Also, it's Saturday, so if you were expected another installment of A Vibrator Makes You Fat, sorry to disappoint. I don't want to check in on the characters until there's a little more time for them both to grow. Next Saturday for sure.
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.
Free use is hot, especially when you get so fat you can’t fight back. Just imagine being so helpless I can grab your folds anytime I want, I can force a funnel down your throat whenever I think you havent eaten enough. I can bring other feeders to you to enjoy our creation (you 🤭). And they can hump you, touch you, force feed you..✨
While you just lay there. Like a mountain of lard that almost spills over the bed. With a docile look on your face, only thinking about your next meal.✨
Sounds dark doesn’t it? That doesn’t stop you from craving it though, am I right?🦋
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