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Went for a nice little swim after gorging myself on two large pizzas 🍕 🍕

Wonder how long until I can't get these on 🫣

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🫣 M-maybe I have put on a little weight?

Encourage me to fatten up my twink body 🐷

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I actually can't believe I used to be that skinny...

I need more... 🥵

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People wonder how I put on so much weight so fast.

I chugged down 4k calorie heavy cream shakes like they were water...

There's is a longer version of this video here

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Is this twinkdeath?

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Just your standard 70 pound gain in roughly 6 months.

A few more pounds won't hurt right? 🤪

Help me get fatter? 😈

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I legit can't stop looking at this pic...

This is what happens when you guzzle and gorge. Stuffing yourself with enough food for a family day after day. Because you're too horny to stop...🫣

I obliterated my twink body in less than a year. I've stacked ten inches of fat onto my ass. I got told by a boy who used to fuck that I got too fat for him - And I've gained an extra 40 pounds since.

What would he think now? 🥴

I might not be gaining right now - but the urge for more is growing inside me. What will happen to me when it overtakes me? How much fatter will I get?

I suspect i'll make make my fattest look skinny by comparison. 🥵

Give in with me. 😈

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Don't (do) feed the twinks 😜

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Hit 200 empty:)

Who knew I could eat 2 pizzas!! This addiction is becoming a reality and binge eating is real. Here’s to 220!!

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And to think that I'm just starting...

I'm having too much fun with this bro

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Sometimes I think I haven’t gotten that fat then I look at pics of myself before and realise what a fat ass I’ve become 🐷.

I’ve always yo yo’d with gaining, putting on a few kilos only to lose it all, but I’ve really done a number these last few months and packed it on 😮‍💨.

Now sitting at 110kg (242lbs) I had one of those moments a few weeks ago where I wanted to lose it all again and get back to the physique on the left, but the weight doesn’t seem to want to go. My brain has been rewired, I’m addicted to food now, and exercise is so much harder. I think I’ve gone too far this time and I can’t turn back.

It’s crazy to think that I used to get up and go to the gym every morning at 5am and plan out my meals. Now I sleep in and stuff my face all day, going to the gym a couple times a week. Tbh I definitely enjoy the latter more 😅.

I guess it’s time to give up thinking I’ll ever get back to being the guy on the left, I’m a fat boy now and there’s not denying or hiding it, especially when my friends and colleagues have all noticed my new tits and belly jiggling under my clothes. I was a little embarrassed the first couple of times it was pointed out but I’m used to it now. I kind of love it when people bring it up because it gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing I really have chubbed out.

So I guess this is it, I’m going to keep enjoying stuffing my face and watch my body grow. Face getting rounder, tits and belly hanging lower, body getting softer and my junk slowly swallowed by my gluttonous habits. Side note, it’s actually so hot watching how much smaller my junk has gotten from getting fat, I’ve lost almost 2 inches so far.

Anyway, time for a snack 🍩✨

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Have a look on how I become a chonker

this is so fucking addictive 10kg more and I will post another comparison pics

you can find me on grommr: heavydom

and help me on PayPal: heavydom

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“It will happen to you, too”

I can’t believe how thin I used to be. How handsome. How clothes fit me so well. How easy it used to be to do everyday things like tying shoes, or getting out of the car or even walking around a crowded space. Not anymore. Now I’m 450 pounds and growing. And it will happen to you too.

I never wanted to be this big. It just kind of, happened. I was warned. Gaining is addictive, guys would tell me. “It’s hard to stop once you really get into it” one gainer told me. He was a mere 250 pounds back then. He’s 350 now. Smaller than me. Maybe not as greedy as I am.

  It was only supposed to be thirty pounds at first. At 22 years old, 160 lbs on my 5'8 frame was a good, slender size. My muscles were tone, but nothing special. I had been a runner in high school. Track and Field. But never had some particularly shredded body. After college, is when I really got into gaining. I had found this video of a massive guy with a ball gut as big as a beach ball. Stretched to its limit. Firm but chubby. Covered in old faded stretch marks and a few new ones on his bulging corpulent love handles. He would chug a full blender of gainer sludge, a concoction of peanut butter and ice cream and heavy cream and chocolate syrup and mass gainer. Then he’d rub his gut and say “bigger. BIGGER. I NEED TO BE BIGGER.” Then I’d squirt, a hot stream of cum all over my slender body. FUCK. That was hot.

  I wanted to grow, but not quite that big. I mean, That is extreme. That guy would get stared at in public. Surely his coworkers and friends and family members were worried about his size. And in the gay world, who would want to hook up with a gigantic slob weirdo like that guy? All my gay friends were into chiseld muscular beach bodies with sleek defined abs and tight little butts.

So the first thirty pounds really was FUN. I ate everything I could. Fast food, protein shakes, candy bars, protein bars, more protein shakes, extra cream in my coffee, an entire pizza to myself, donuts every morning, always ordering dessert. I loved watching my belly start to bulge out over my pants when I’d be bloated. My shirts got a little snug. 190 lbs came in about 4 months. Not too bad! And definitely noticeable. Guys at the bar would pat my shoulder and say things like “you’ve really bulked up!” and “someone’s been eating well!“It was just an experiment. Just 30 lbs. Just to see. But once I got to 190 lbs… it felt… kind of disappointing. I felt a little deflated once I stopped trying to gain. A little just… there. My body was just soft but not really fat. A small belly, but nothing to draw attention to it.

  The gainers online knew I was vulnerable. The encouragement came swift. They loved my before and after photos. “First thirty pounds” and guys were jerking off to my pics. I’d get messages every day asking how much more I’d try to gain. “I dunno, maybe 10-20 more pounds I guess.” But they knew more than I did. That once I got over that threshold from “fit guy who has put on weight” to officially a “fat guy” that I’d be hooked. It’ll happen to you too.

  A month later I was at a solid 200 pounds. Definitely not thin anymore. My muscles were padded with some thick meat. This is when I met my first feeder. He was a really slender handsome guy. And he wanted to fuck me up good. First thing he did was make me associate chugging and eating with sex. “Finish your pizza and drink 3 Boosts VHC” then he’d relieve the tension by stroking my rock hard cock. Nothing made me hornier than pigging out. Just absolutely bloating myself as big as possible. Knowing I was dumping 5000 calories into my body a day. I was horny constantly. Yet somehow, I was always unfulfilled. I needed MORE.

  He piled weight on me quick, and within 5 months, I was a stocky 230 lbs. My largest pairs of jeans were stretched to their limit. My lovehandles pushed the denim out, making it fold over itself at the waistband. My thighs were exploding out of the jeans. Several pairs ripped in the crotch. I would feel my soft underbelly sitting in my lap in the car. Caress it. Get horny. Yet always feel like I needed more. This will happen to you too.

  Around 250 the stretchmarks really started to show. Encircling my belly button and also on my thighs, upper arms, and lovehandles. They made me so horny. Knowing that I was growing so fast that I was out-growing my own skin. At 260, I hit my 100-pounds gained mark. And boy did people notice. My old college buddies would flick my supple man tits. Guys at the bar would grab my flabby waist and pat my round bloated gut and laugh and say “looks like you’ve been skipping cardio day!” This made me want more.

  The online gainer community had become my real-life community. at a very stocky, round, 280 lbs, I would meet up with other gainers. But no one wanted to grow as fast as I did. Each day was a practice in seeing how fat I could get. An entire carton of heavy cream. Followed by Boost. Followed by donuts. Guys were impressed. I wouldn’t be able to move afterwards. But even when I was so full that i felt sick, I’d still be able to have.. just one more bite.

  At 300 lbs is when some of the gainers started to get concerned. 

“hey man, you looked great at 250. You should just chill it, okay?”

Another: “Careful man, you’re going to end up in a hospital bed at the rate you’re going.”

“Hey, you don’t look so good anymore. You should hit the gym a bit before you gain more.”

But I couldn’t stop. This will happen to you too. In fact, the warnings that I was becoming fully addicted to gaining only made me want it more. And want it faster!

I had started to sell my gainer videos to people to help afford my addiction. Food is expensive. Something about being on camera turned me into a total slob. I’d gulp down buckets of melted ice cream with vanilla goo dripping over my tight round gut and plump tits. My body is covered in bright red angry stretchmarks. Evidence that it’s working. I’d eat an entire sheet cake on all fours. Covered in crumbs and frosting, I’d stand up and chug chocolate milk. “BIGGER. BIGGER. BIGGER” I’d say into the camera. Guys loved it. I’d make 2000 dollars a month and use every penny to growing fatter.

  At 350 pounds I was truly unrecognizable, even to myself. My face was puffy and rotund, with a double chin folding onto my fat round body. I looked like I had breasts and what had started off as a ball gut years ago was now a saggy bloated belly. I waddled with pride. I only wore the baggiest clothes I could find, something to grow into. My calves had turned the size of melons to support my weight. My fingers were dimpled plump sausages. But I was still so hungry for more. This will happen to you too.

  One day at about 375 I started crying in the mirror. I cannot believe what I have done to myself. I was a shadow of my former self. A ruined, gross, obese slob. My skin was ruined by stretchmarks. My ass was wide and dimpled and saggy. My nipples puffy and stretched. I looked nothing like the track and field jock that I once was. And at this point, too fat to ever go back. But I looked down and my cock was rock hard. And I was caressing my sagging gut without realizing it. This made me so horny. I liked getting ruined. I wanted to do more damage. I went to the fridge and grabbed four Boosts. I sat down, turned on my camera, and chugged them, watching myself in the mirror gulp down 2000 calories in a matter of minutes. I could feel the creamy boost dripping out of the corner of my mouth and onto my fat neck. This will happen to you, too. 

  I don’t hook up with regular gay men anymore. Only with feeders, encouragers, other gainers, other very fat men. I hear the mumbles and whispers at the gay bar. “He used to be really cute, I don’t know what happened to him.”

An ex boyfriend of mine says hi, but doesn’t want to hug me. Asks if I’m ok. “never been better!” I reply, with my hand resting on my belly. 

“I’ve put on a little weight too,” he says. And he has, maybe 20 lbs. “but trying to lose it,” he adds.

“Not me.” I say firmly. “I want to get bigger.“ 

He’s shocked. “well, you’re pretty big already” and laughs awkwardly.

“I’m thinking another 50 pounds. really see how big I can get this tank” and as I say this, I push out my gut so far that it knocks into him, and he’s surprised.

“Are you getting fat on PURPOSE?” He asks in horror. I laugh. 

“Can’t you tell?” as I reach down and jiggle my hefty gut. 

“that’s messed up,” he says, as he grabs his beer and walks away. I notice his newly formed love handles pushing out his shirt as he marches on.

  That night I pigged out like never before. And drank a 12 pack of beer to top it off. That gives me the best burps for my videos. I looked into the camera, sweaty, drunk, bloated, 450 pounds of insatiable gainer pig. 

I say to the camera: “Do you ever get excited by gaining a little weight?

Do you ever want to see just how big you can get? *grab a handful of my lard*

Ever get turned on by growing out of all your XL clothing?

Well I did.That’s what happened to me.

And it’ll happen to you too. 

Be careful.

You may not be able to stop.”

Then I uploaded the video to my Instagram and Facebook. I was free. Now everyone knows:

I am a disgusting wrecked slob of a hog, and I did it on purpose, and I would do it again, and I want more. Nothing can stop me. 

“BIGGER. BIGGER. BIGGER”

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bro I wasn't wearing my jeans for some time and I think they have shrunk a bit... bulk is going strong though

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clothes are not fitting like they used to

I need to get so much bigger dude

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As a farewell to summer i wanted to try my swimming shorts, i almost couldn’t pull them on my ass but with a bit of a fight i managed to win also a vid so you can see how fucking soft i have gotten - guess drinking heavy cream does that

also I was sick this week so i couldn’t push those gains how i wanted to but i’m back to growing!

Leave a comment or msg me i love teasing and i know i have to get bigger i wont stop here ;)

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Some comparisons of my weight gain journey. 3 months in and we are only starting guys hehe time to bulk up more, bring me food