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@wagainer
woofy
After years of effort, cooking, and eating, I finally succeeded in achieving my biggest goal and reaching a weight of 200 kilograms (approximately 440 pounds). My goal had been to reach 200 kg and get a round, protruding belly that hung out in front of me, just like any fat person. I was happy and proud of this size; the weight felt heavy, the feeling of fullness satisfied me completely, and I thought I would stop right there to maintain this achievement. However, my ex-bf had a different opinion, and he began to step in using a clever and enjoyable approach—something I call "gentle power."
The scenario repeated itself between us regularly, with the conversation always starting with compliments and encouragement that spoke directly to my desires as a gainer:
My ex-bf: "You look amazing at 200 kg. The size of your belly and waist has become so impressive... but you know what? I bet your stomach would look even more majestic and complete if you just gained a few extra kilograms. Imagine how massive you would look!"
Me (smiling and hesitating): "Thank you, but I’ve already reached my goal. 200 kg is an excellent weight, and I just want to maintain it now. Moving around is still manageable, and my clothes fit fine."
My ex-bf (using the temptation of cooking and support): "I know, but you are a highly skilled cook and your food is irresistible. It’s a shame to deprive yourself and your stomach of these rich dishes. Five or ten more kilograms won’t hurt; in fact, they will only make you look grander and more handsome! Don't stop eating; I always love watching you chew your food."
It wasn't just talk. My ex-bf translated this "gentle power" into daily actions that made it incredibly easy for me to give in. Whenever he saw me cooking, he would encourage me to add more butter, cheese, and pure animal fat, telling me with a smile, "A rich, heavy dish is the only way that fits your current size."
If I ever hesitated or felt too full and tired to keep going, he would step into his role as a supportive cheerleader. He would praise the growing size of my belly and the outward expansion of my waist, making me feel that every single extra kilogram was a new triumph and a source of greater happiness. Whenever I felt completely full, he would gently massage my stomach. This massage brought me a deep sense of comfort and allowed me to consume even more food; I honestly don't know how it worked, but it always enabled me to keep eating.
In many instances, when I felt too lazy or sluggish to eat more, he would sit right next to me and feed me with his own hands, making sure I finished my entire meal down to the last bite. He would order extra meals for me from the restaurants we loved, placing the food in my mouth while saying, "Eat and don't worry, I am right here with you, supporting you every step of the way."
Faced with this affectionate persistence, continuous support, and compliments that triggered my inner happiness with every gain, my defenses completely dropped. I began telling myself, "It’s okay to gain a little bit more as long as he is here with me, supporting me like this."
And so, under the influence of this gentle and persistent power, I found myself crossing the 200 kg mark effortlessly and without any resistance. However, as my weight continued to climb, the gain became sideways; the shape of my belly started to change, spreading and expanding out horizontally rather than just protruding in front of me. I kept growing and expanding, reaching numbers I had never imagined before—simply because I trusted his encouraging words and surrendered to the pleasure of food and the direct, hands-on support that surrounded me.
After we broke up, I fell into a deep depression, and food became my only comfort. This driving force caused me to keep gaining weight and expanding the width of my belly to levels I could never have imagined, eventually pushing me past 300 kg, even amidst strict medical warnings from my doctor.
Hot, true, weight gain story.
STOP using "AI"
The ever elusive MusclePear
SuperChubXLBoy is going to be murdered by the Canadian government.
Calling this premeditated murder on the part of the state is not exaggeration at all. They know that people in this level of bariatric care need physical assistance to turn in bed to prevent bedsores. By choosing to withdrawal physical assistance they are intentionally creating a scenario guaranteed to cause a bedsore. That bedsore will be left untreated because it cannot be accessed without turning the patient. And it will quickly become an abscess and lead to sepsis and organ failure within a week or less possibly.
THIS IS MURDER
This is also a moment for our community to stand up and do something. Aside from the obvious legal intervention needed here there are a few other things that can be done.
1. Raising funds to cover legal costs
2. Creating a petition to save Luke’s life
3. Making phone calls to province and even federal (or Canadian equivalent) officials asking them to intervene to save Luke’s life
4. Writing emails to these same officials asking them to intercede.
5. Contacting the media to raise awareness of his planned murder by the state
6. Creating a social media campaign urging people with any level or humanity or care for others to donate, call, or write an email
Whether it is moving him to another facility, getting his care home the proper equipment, or simply legally requiring the people in charge of his care to not murder him via intentional medical neglect. There are ways forward that allow everyone involved to retain their humanity and dignity
I don’t know him closely enough to start most of these. I don’t know the name of the care facility for starters. his full legal name, or how to get him access to funds for legal help. But at minimum I can spread the word about this. So that’s what I’m doing.
I’m not going to stand by and do nothing while he is murdered for being fat. Please share this information as widely as possible.
Jesus Christ…..
Canada is going to murder someone.
Craziest ass I’ve seen in a while🍑
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Ok, WHO is the photographer that can get these guys to do this?!?! Or is it just really good AI? Pose after pose with homoerotic subtext these athletes seem oblivious to.
The McCrary twins - my favorites!
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What is this sport, and where do they do it?!
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Dude is so thick i see why he’s a drag queen
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Love that overhang. So beautiful!
This pitcher has no business being this thicc 😍
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Fill me to the brim with buffets and burgers and expecting me to have an easy time with these tight quarters?
They wanted to see this wide boy test the frames harder and harder each day. Brushing against and then bulging out. I filled it up nicely if I do say so myself…
such a beautiful overhang
A treat for you all
so much fluff!!