No Going Back
I had a new message on the gainer website I visited regularly. Messages were rare, as I basically just lurked on there nowadays, reveling in the photos and stories of men brave enough to do what I couldn't. But while rare messages weren't unheard of, so I checked it.
Instafeeder500 had sent me a message that was probably typical to the actual gainers on this site. "I'll make you as fat as you'd like, just say the word." I hadn't gotten a message like that in a while. The last picture I'd posted was 4 years ago, back when I'd attempted to gain. It was going well honestly; in the photo I was probably around 225, and at my heaviest I'd been 245. It had taken about 2 years to go from under 200 to that weight, and I probably could have kept going. But I chickened out. Outside of this site, the weight was getting in the way, I felt, as I was still trying to keep my gainer side a secret. It's hard to be obese, binging food every night, and still date a 'normie.'
Since then I'd stopped gaining, started working out and even watching what I eat. Nowadays I'm a mere 160lbs, and at 6ft with a bit more muscle that means I only have a little padding over my midsection and little else.
Still, the message seemed like many of the generic ones I used to get. Instafeeder's profile, other than a picture of a man in a baseball cap, was blank. Not uncommon, but he'd been on the site for a while so he probably wasn't a troll or a throwaway account. From the photo he had a distinctly athletic build, and although there was no guarantee that was what he actually looked like, I liked the idea of a muscular encourager; one who wouldn't let my doubts get in the way of getting fatter. Maybe if I'd had one I wouldn't have given up on gaining years ago.
I'd never really done the role-play...thing... before, but maybe this could be fun. Why not? It's not like I was doing anything else tonight. I'd planned to stay in and had already ordered Chinese, a rare indulgence nowadays, which should be here in a half-hour or so. I'd kill some time with this thirsty, anonymous guy and go from there.
With a slight chub at the thought of the new experience I was about to have, I messaged back. "You will, huh? Well, you'll have to help my break my plateau. I've been at 245 for ages. How would you get me to 300?" Like I said, I'm currently 85lbs lighter than my heaviest weight, but I bet the guy was looking at my old pics when he messaged me. Adding 20lbs since then probably heightens the experience for him. A little white lie to enhance the roleplay.
It was only a moment before he messaged back. "I'll make you 300lbs this instant, just like the name says. Enjoy yourself for a bit and I'll check in to see how you like it ;)"
I was trying to figure out what he meant when I felt it start. What I thought was just my stomach muscles relaxing continued, and soon I noticed my chest expanding as well. I could feel my clothes shifting on my body, and looking down I realized why. The loose-fitting tshirt I was wearing for my night in was being thrust forward and outward by my expanding torso. My sweatpants were beginning to fill with my thighs and glutes, and were beginning to feel tight at the waist; unlike the tshirt, a remnant of my nearly 250lb wardrobe kept for lounging at home, the joggers were purchased when I hit 170 and was looking for something tighter to flatter my thinner frame. If I got much bigger, the elastic waistband would be ruined. Unfortunately, I realized I had a more pressing issue, literally; my desk chair had armrests that my sides were now grazing. With each passing moment those armrests threatened to trap my fattening frame in the chair. I stood up, and the chair came with, my lovehandles already creating enough hold that I had to pull the chair off of me and send it clattering to the floor.
Now my pants were beginning to struggle, and I could feel the release of tension around my stomach as the elastic snapped in the waistband. At this point, it wasn't just the waistline that was struggling. The size medium pants were simply not meant to be on someone this big, and the seams around my thighs began to split between my legs. My shirt, once an oversized XL, was now tight on my shoulders and growing tighter. I felt cool air on my stomach as I realized it had grown too large for the shirt to contain. Still unable to accept what was happening, I hurried to my bathroom and stepped on the scale. Leaning further over to see the dial than I ever had to before, I watched as my weight ticked up: 285, 290, 295. The whole time, my stomach kept growing and forcing me to lean further and further to read the scale. At 300, I stepped off the scale; that was it's maximum weight, and I wouldn't learn anything useful from standing there. Fortunately, I didn't feel like I was growing anymore. My clothes weren't comfortable, but they weren't getting destroyed any further. I looked at myself in the mirror, the XL shirt left a good measure of belly hanging out of it, and my joggers hung like a strange loincoth between my legs. The cuffs at my ankles had somehow survived, with the fabric of the pant legs still connecting to them, but even those felt tight as my ankles had been transformed into cankles. As unbelievable as this was, I couldn't help feeling entranced.
Just about a half-hour ago, I had been in the best shape of my life. Never particularly athletic, I'd worked for 4 years to get into shape. Running daily, working out 3 times a week, watching what I ate. And now, after a short, bored attempt at sexual role play, all that was gone. In it's place, I had a body 65lbs heavier than the heaviest I'd ever been. In less than half an hour, I'd gone from what most people would consider a catch to a whale, a corpulent pig with all evidence of discipline and restraint wiped away.
And I couldn't deny how hard it made me. This was the body I could have gotten to back then, the size at which I'd no longer be capable of denying the gainer part of myself. The body that I'd become afraid of, but that now I couldn't imagine being without. I went back to my bedroom and pulled off my ruined joggers, and pulled on a pair of sweats from when I'd been 245. Even these were tight on me, an exciting prospect, but they could still be worn provided I allowed by stomach to hang out in front of me. The tshirt was truly the largest I owned, so that would have to suffice. I'd have to wear this outfit to shop for clothes, or maybe I'd have to order online. What size would I even be now? Did it even matter, as thoughts of fully embracing my gainer self contemplated 400, even 500lbs? Should I just go straight for the largest sized and eat until they fit just like this shirt did now? Should I start recording myself gorging, titillating other men entranced by fat like me, so that I could charge them money for food and grow myself even larger?
The doorbell rang; of course, the chinese I'd ordered. I headed to the door, savoring the way my body bounced and jiggled as I walked and salivating at the thought of food. Chinese would be a staple dinner from now on, I decided, as would pizza, Mexican, Indian...
I opened the door already planning a second order for the night, but was surprised by a delivery driver burdened by a pair of bags so large they covered his face. "Hey there! Mind if I set these down inside?"
I was so caught off guard that I found myself shifting out of his way and letting him enter my apartment without thinking. My brain finally caught up and I tried to correct him "Sorry, that must be the wrong order, all I got was an orange chicken al la carte with steamed broccoli."
"Yeah, but you could use a bit more now though." He set down the two bags and turned to face me. "So, does 300 suit you? Or do you want to go bigger right now?"
Standing before me was the man from Instafeeder500's profile, complete with the same baseball cap, which I now realized was from the food delivery service. "Wha...How did you find me?"
"That's what you want to know? Not how I made you gain 140lbs in under 30 minutes?"
Once he pointed it out, I realized how little I cared in this moment. "Can you make me even bigger?" He grinned at that. "I knew you just needed a little push, just to get you past the point of no return. Tell you what, I'll do my instant magic one last time."
There was a glint in his eye, and then I felt myself begin to expand once again, my shirt riding up a bit more and my pants tightening a bit. It stopped after only a few minutes passed. "I just put you at an even 320lbs, double your weight from when you woke up this morning and easily within your capability to gain on your own, had you continued to do so."
"You're not making me bigger?" I asked.
"I plan to, but from here on out it'll be by traditional means. I figured all you needed was a push to get you passed your previous concerns. This is effectively a reality in which you've spent the last four years getting fatter, instead of chickening out. From here on, I'll feed you to 350, and then however big you'd like to get after that."
"Easily done with my side job." He gestured to the sacks of food. "We'd better get you started on dinner before it gets cold."
My stomach groaned, and for the rest of the evening I simply accepted this crazy series of events. With my newfound size came a hunger and capacity that I'd never known. At 245 I could eat two Chinese dinners, general tsos and orange chicken. Tonight, I ate four; those two, kung pao and sesame chicken, as well as the chicken fried rice and eggrolls that came with. I passed out in my living room chair, and woke to Instafeeder straddling me with a tub in hand. "I figured you'd want dessert as well." and he began spooning softened ice cream into my mouth. Eventually the dregs were liquefied completely, and I drank it from the tub as he held it over my head. Tonight, I'd probably eaten more than I would in two or three days normally.
"So, we started the night with you telling me how fat you wanted me to make you. I'm not going to use by power again, but by this time next year, how fat do you want me to make you?"
I didn't even have to consider it, as I'd been thinking about it all night as he brought bite after bite of food to my mouth and I felt myself slowly grow fuller, imagining how that food would turn to fat in the coming hours. "400. That's just 80lbs in a year, and with you feeding me I can get there easily. 500 the year after that, and probably 600 as we celebrate our 3rd anniversary. There's no point in holding back anymore now that I'm a mound of fat. So, how will you get me to 400?"
He smiled again. "One bite at a time, every night, with more food each night until you're putting on a pound or two every single day. You'll be 400 before the year is done, and then I'll make you as fat as you want from there."
With that, he grabbed my arm and hefted me upward as I was still not used to this weight and not used to being this full. Together, we climbed into bed as a gainer as encourager sleeping side by side.
