#need mass gainer

[boltnutrition]

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WHY IS MASS GAINER IMPORTANT?

A High calories formula to promote muscle growth and weight gain purpose.

380 Calories formula per serving to fuel your muscle for longer times of periods.

22 g of protein to promote faster muscle recovery after an intense workout.

A high quality protein blend and easy-to-digest carbs provide great energy to boost your workout level.

Extending workout timing.

Strengthening muscles and improving recovery.

Frame the muscle mass.

[housecow]

Yo what’s the wg shake recipe?

okay so!! i’ve gone through 3 iterations of wg shakes, each with different components. i’ll list them all here for y’all to choose what you want for yourself :))

#1, what i did last summer, got me to 260lbs

heavy cream

melted ice cream

chocolate syrup

frozen fruit (strawberries worked best, raspberries too)

#2, got me to 280/290

heavy cream

melted ice cream

cake mix (i like devils food cake, nothing with lil chocolate chips bc if you use a funnel it’ll get stuck)

chocolate syrup

#3, will get me to 350 🤞

heavy cream

naked mass gainer powder (from amazon, 4 scoops is 1.2k calories)

chocolate milk

what’s best for you really depends on your resources! if you’re able to use a blender often, use frozen fruit and ice cream. if you’re not, #3 is probably best, though you still need to mix it somehow.

as for ratios, i just try to make it thin enough to chug or to use in a funnel!

[feeders-guide-to-gainers]

Feeders guide!

The importance of keeping track:

It’s crucial to keep your gainer on track! A lot of chubs require a certain degree of supervision! If they want to get fat they gotta eat! If your gainer isn’t completely self sufficient in the art of gaining it might be time to start Calorie counting together! If your gainer is not yet considered “overweight” then it might be time to get a meal plan and calorie counter started! Logging calories helps you keep track of your goals! Most beginner gainers start with 2900-3500 calories a day with MINIMAL exercise!

Some important numbers to remember:

Essential Body Fat: 2-4%

Athletes Body Fat: 5-13%

Healthy Fit Body Fat: 14-17%

Overweight Body Fat: 18-23%

Obese Body Fat: 24%+

Calorie Intakes:

Double check your gainers intake and Weight prediction based on this calculator!!!

This will save you lots of guessing!!! For example my Daily Minimum for 2lbs a week! Doing nothing but the bare minimum of activity, basically a couch potato I need to consume a total of 3,200 calories a day!!!!

Good ways to motivate your Gainers:

Clothes are EXPENSIVE so make your gainers wear their clothes till they become unwearable! Now I’m not saying send your chubs out into the world with only shirts that expose their mid-drift without raising their hands! Certainly don’t do that. What I mean is let the buttons pop let the pants rip when at home it should be shirtless or skin tight as motivation to upgrade. This will save you some money for the time being, getting an accurate size on your fatty will not only encourage them but feel like a reward! This isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, however speaking from experience….going from a Medium to a Large is short lived and I wish I just held off until I reached XL’s! Save your money!!! If it’s unbearable wearing always trust what the gainer says it’s their body! You are just a big cog in the machine that’s to be your Gainer!

Friends outside of feeders:

Most gainers should do their best to make friends with other gainers! Feeders this will be super helpful to progressing their gains!! If even the people they hang out with are fat pigs and gainers they will automatically start to pick up on their eating habits too. While a Feeder takes a lot of credit for the beauty that will become a gainers belly, have friends to get them eating too will be helpful. There is nothing wrong with Feeders sharing the fun too!!! Make a gainer friend together feed your gainer and your newly found friend at the same time! A gainer will never say no to some nice belly rubs and a big meal! Being fat can easily be influenced! Make good friends with gaining influence!!!

Weigh In’s

While watching those numbers go up is exciting…sometimes you hit Plateaus and weighing yourself gainer everyday can hurt their motivation or self esteem! That being said! 2-4 Weigh in’s a month is good enough! Never let your big boys weigh in EVERYDAY!!!

Spicing up the bedroom!

While a lot of this is for the gainer’s benefit Feeders this is where a lot of the fun begins! Here are a list of things to try out with your Gainer when you want to get more intimate-

Bring a few fast food meals and feed them to your gainer while in some tight clothes.

Putting your gainers in Jock Straps!

Making delicious gainer shakes

Now while these are great options there is yet another option! WARNING most gainers start off having a hard time with these but after the weight starts to pile on Gainers will become dependent upon these. They do become addictive. Some people naturally like it but myself it took time!

BOOST VHS it is a small portion and 530 calories! When I tell you having 3 meals and 3 of these small shakes your gainer will BLOW UP in a matter of weeks!!

Belly play! If your gainer has a nice over hang slap it grab it shake it jiggle it rub it! All of that!

This one is going to sound strange but after the first 40+ pounds their chest should be bigger and nipples either puffy or soft. That being said nipples become sensitive and sucking them and playing with them can stimulate a very good sexual response.

Get them on their hands and knees make them eat without using their hands! Make sure to feel them up praise them for eating everything and treat them right!

Massage their prostate while they eat on their hands and knees!

Call them those special names they like so much! Check out my other post to see them all but this is your Pig/your fatty/ your fat fuck!

Start teaching them how to bottom if they don’t already. Topping burns more calories than taking it while lying on your back.

If you are someone that isn’t into shrinking dicks the fat pad will mostly steal a few inches from your gainer. Politely as about using a penis pump and making sure that they aren’t using chastity cages to stunt growth. This is so your gainer can maintain topping but a feeder should practice riding on top while your chubby man relaxes!

If you are okay with the fat pad eating away at the inches of your gainers dick. Don’t let them masterbate, and use chastity cages/belts to prevent them from touching them self! Make sure they are achievable calories or finishing meals before letting them take it off!

Feeding with tight clothes on! When a belly is bloated enough you can certainly pop buttons!

Make sure you are giving and receiving consent and everything that you do only makes the feeder and gainer(s) feel good!

The key to happiness is through the stomach so fill it up with food!

[scarybabe]

Thank you so much for being open about your strong fat journey!! It looks amazing on you!!

Would you be open to sharing a sample week workout write up, or some other reference tips to create a routine? As a fellow gainer girl it would be great to have a reference that works for my body type, and I love your results!

Forgive me if you’ve already shared this, or stated that you don’t want to (if that’s the case just delete the ask)

You’re a wonderful voice in the community, thank you so much for doing all you do!!

Ahh thank you!! I do have a weightlifting coach, she makes my workout plans every day but I can share my nutrition plans + my usual mobility stretches - this makes a huge difference since I was starting from being a couch potato 💕

Nutrition- 3 meals with at least 30-40g of protein each meal and minimum 2,700 calories but more is good! I like the chocolate mutant mass protein powder and put unflavored collagen peptides in everything. At least 100oz of water every day

Mobility stretches (look these up) - 12 reps of Cat Cow, Superman Arm Sweeps. 10 reps of Dynamic Thread the Needle (on each side), Kneeling Hip CARS (each side), 90/90 Hip Shifts ** my mobility stretches change slightly depending on what area I’m working out

At the gym - 4 x 6-10 reps deadlift on smith machine, 3 x 6-12 dumbbell hammer curls, 3 x 8-12 dumbbell Romanian deadlifts (RDLs), 3 x 6-12 cable machine lat pulldown, 2 x 15 each side mini band standing glute hyperextension (one foot on a riser while the other leg extends), 2 x 20 hip abductions (usually there’s a machine for these)

If you’re new to lifting the first number is the number of sets - take a minute to rest between sets or even a bit longer if needed. Second number is the range of reps you do. When researching these I would look up the right tempo for eccentric/concentric muscle contractions because that can really maximize the efficacy. I usually do a practice set with as little weight as possible before the actual set of each new exercise to make sure my form is good, bad form can cause sprains, imbalances or soreness.

I finish my weightlifting with some cooldown stretches - today it’s 60 secof wide leg oblique stretching, 60 sec childs pose lat stretch, 60 sec prone cross over leg glute stretch

~~~~~

Monday - Friday I rotate through different muscle groups so I just shared my Monday routine (pull day!) and my coach tailors it to my personal goals as well. There’s a lot of good weightlifting programs online for free! I don’t do an ounce of cardio either, only strength training.

Thank you for your kind words, I hope this sparks interest in anyone else who may wanna try getting strong. I have a membership to a cheap 24/7 local gym because when I first started I was kinda shy to be watched as I figured out my form and all that 🤣 places like that are good for beginners

[fitgirlfemdom]

✧∘* ✧･ﾟbigger guys✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

you meet me at the gym. maybe i caught your eye from the squat rack or maybe you watched as a downed a bottle of water during a break. it doesn't matter--we get to talking. eventually, you realize, i come to that gym everyday, and soon we get to exchanging numbers. i come across as this demure, young cardiobunny with a bit of an obsession for you, and maybe you're just looking to score.

it doesn't matter. i tell you that i like bigger guys. you ask me about my opinion of you, and i suggest that you could eat a few more calories. after all, it's bulking season. you don't really think that your 10% body fat is gonna maintain all the way to summer, do you? i suggest a mass gainer shake brand, and although you forget most of our conversation, on your way home, you couldn't help but stop by a grocery store and pick some up.

that's when i start asking you about it. i recommend, after our respective work-outs when we're downing out protein shakes, you take your mass gainer at the same time. it's efficiency, after all. you say you want to ease into it, but after meeting my eyes as the bottle touches your lips, something changes in you.

i go to the gym everyday, and when i see you enter, i ask about the shakes. you did bring some with you, right? you won't get any gains if you don't eat right after! didn't you know that? and that brand isn't even that good anyway. who told you to get that? let's head to your place after--i'll show you how to make a real shake.

that's when it becomes a daily routine--well, it started to, before your lethargy got to you. post-workout, i'd head over and whip up something special for you--gobs of peanut butter, mass gainer, heavy cream, protein powder, the works--all in the comfort of your own blender. you start to question if all of this is really necessary, but i did tell you big guys were better, and are you gonna tell me i'm wrong? look at you. don't get self-deprecating now. i like how much you've gained!

the daily work-out dates turn to me seeing you after, crashed out on the couch. you head to the gym a few times a week, but not as commonly as before. you've just been so tired lately, i get it. rest days are even more important for recovery, though. it's doctors' orders-you need more sleep, and you need more shakes. when you're not ordering DoorDash, i'm the one cooking for you. a shake goes with every meal--it's mandatory. and you love it. they taste good! why think so hard about it when i'm smiling when you do it?

in fact, going to the gym at all is just cutting down the muscle you already have, don't you know that? you need some time to regain mass. you might as well quit your job--it's so demanding, isn't it? i could support both of us easily, and why would i want you to risk burning more calories out and about? it'd be much easier for you to sit on the couch and regroup, watch some TV, watch some porn, and eat.

you quit your job, because it's sucked the soul out of you, honestly. you've moved in with me, because there's no reason to live separately when we spend all our time together. you can't go five minutes without one of my shakes or my meals, after all. you're honestly a real glutton now, if i'm being honest. whenever i return from my daily gym visit, i make sure to bring you plenty of take-out, or three pizzas, or a few Subway footlongs, just to make sure you're well-fed. you've added probably 100lbs of mass at this point. it'd be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste.

you barely move from the couch, and i think it's starting to get to you. your gym buddies are all wondering what happened, and you can barely get the strength to sit-up by yourself, but that mental turmoil seems to dissipate when you're eating. it just tastes too good, doesn't it, baby? you're so full, but you love when i bring a fork to your lips, or a slice of pizza to your mouth. you love when i nod affirmatively, smiling as i watch you down another one of my shakes.

you especially love when i ride you. all those past memories, memories of athletic prowess, of high school cheerleaders, of locker room chats, all seem to fade away. the rush of a new PR, the delight in pumping iron, it's all gone. you spread your thick, plumped-out thighs outward and i straddle you as the TV plays. it's hard to get a good hold on your cock with that gut in the way, but you're so hard, so needy, so hot--i plunge myself on it right away. you feel my tight, toned body squeeze the life out of you, hearing the wet slaps of your balls on my defined, perky ass. you might not be able to move as well now, but i certainly can. i'm the tightest you've ever had, and my tits are pressed up against your face.

you're sweating, and you're not even moving. well, not intentionally, anyway. your tits are bouncing more than mine, let's be honest. everything about me is perky and defined, firm--even my ribs are apparent. but you? you're a pig. your moans almost sound like oinks, that's how much pressure you've put on your body. you stare up at me riding your cock, and because of your porn-rotten brain and how pathetic you are, you cum almost immediately, like always. doesn't matter. i give you a hearty dose of Viagra with your mass gainer shake after, and i use your cock for the next few hours. i get horny after the gym, what can i say?

you've blown at least four loads into my wet cunt at this point, and although my stamina hasn't faltered, you're completely spent. your cock is so overstimulated, you wince at the slightest touch. i know this, baby, and i care about you so much, so i make sure i've licked every inch of it clean. i stare up at you from this angle, but i can barely see your face behind your gut. you've really let yourself go, haven't you? you're shaking, overfed, overstimulated, bound to this couch under your own poor decisions. why even leave the house? they're all just gonna make fun of you. you think your gym buddies won't have a few choice words to say about you when you make your return?

you don't care about this, about any of this. your brain is so melted from the constant dopamine, the constant pleasure, that you've lost all self-awareness. your daily schedules consists of cable TV, countless hours of porn and touching your pathetic cock, and, of course, eating everything in sight. you're a complete degenerate, but you're my complete degenerate.

i did tell you i liked bigger guys.

[fatlifeshortlife]

My biggest fantasy has always been being violently force fed. I want a dom feeder to tie me to a chair and stuff me until I’m ready to explode. Just thousands of calories forced into my big girl body until I’m ready to pop. At that point I want to be inflated and fucked like a prize winning hog. I want that everyday until I’m so grossly obese I need 4 chairs to hold my ass up and an endless stream of gainer shake in my gullet by funnel. I want my feeder to tell me how this is only the beginning.

My biggest fantasy is binding someone and then overfeeding them within an inch of their life until they’re basically incapacitated by the onslaught of fat and the atrophy of muscle from being bound. Let free just to fall into a mass of fat and angry flesh, in a pathetic weep as I strap them in to be fed again. Just left to repeat this cycle until there’s nothing left beneath the hollowed eyes, just a pathetic acceptance that this is what life is going to be now. Fed. Fattened. Owned.

[allfryam]

teachers pet part 4

Mason rushed to his computer and looked up appetite stimulant. He found a few that looked okay, but he needed the perfect one. He eventually stumbled upon it. “Big daddy’s appetite stimulant powder!” The directions said to sprinkle a little bit onto your food then eat until you pop. It was perfect. Mason also decided to buy some mass gainer just in case.

Christmas rolled around and Mason’s house smelled delicious. There was a fire roasting in the chimney, various items baking in the oven, hot tea in the kettle: it was heaven. Mason didn’t want to fatten up the entire family, so he couldn’t just dump the powder into everything, he would have to sneak it onto Mr. Hart’s plate. A devious grin began to grow on Mason’s face as he plotted. Something else also grew…

*

Mr. Hart struggled and grunted as he tried to pull the buttons together on his shirt. There was no way he could wear this! He settled on a skin tight undershirt that only covered half of his gut, and a green knit sweater. It was a bit tight, but it covered his belly, so he was content. He threw on his once baggy jeans that now hugged his hips a little more than he liked, but they would have to do. “I hope Santa gets me new clothes for Christmas…” he mumbled.

*

Mason was helping his mom with dinner when he heard a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” He called out. He ran to the front door and swung it open to see Mr. Hart. He smiled and Mason welcomed him in. He took a seat in the living room and chatted with some of Mason’s family. He explained that he didn’t really have anywhere to go for thanksgiving - leaving out the part about him being gay - and he was glad Mason and his family welcomed him. After a bit, food was finally ready and everyone gathered around the dining table. They said grace and began passing around the food to make their plates. Mason watched as Mr. Hart piled his high then grabbed his fork, ready to dig in. “Wait! I left the sweet potatoes in the kitchen. Here Mr. Hart, I’ll take your plate and get you some.” Mason said deviously. He snatched up Mr. Hart’s plate before he could even speak and ran into the kitchen. He scooped a big pile of sweet potatoes and plopped it onto Mr. Hart’s plate. Then he took the small bottle of appetite stimulant and sprinkled it all over Mr. Hart’s plate. He brought the plate back with a grin on his face and watched in awe as Mr. Hart tore through the meal like it was his last. After his first plate, he went back for seconds, then thirds. He didn’t even notice his sweater starting to get tighter and slide up his growing gut, revealing a sliver of his soft belly.

Mason’s family silently watched Mr. Hart gorge on the fattening food, eating it as fast as he could. He would empty a plate then quickly pile more on and tear through that just as fast. He finally leaned back in his chair after Mason lost count of how many plates he had. He breathed hard and his hand rested on his gut, rising and falling with each labored breath. He tugged on his sweater to try and stretch it back over his gut but he still couldn’t manage to cover all of it.

*

Mr. Hart awoke with a headache. He was still in his dress clothes from last night, his pants unbuttoned and his shirt pulled up towards his chest. He groggily rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom as he recounted last nights events. “Jesus…” he mumbled as he looked at himself in the mirror. His stomach was round and meaty, weighing down the front of his body. He rubbed it and frowned as he realized how much weight he’d put on since school started. In August he still had abs if he flexed, but just a few months later, he looked like he ate everything he saw! (Which wasn’t far from the truth.) he knew he had to do something.

I know none of these options look good to you guys but trust me, they will all have outcomes that you will enjoy

[alexandy99]

Here is a little preview of the new videos I put together:)

I voiced over my shake chugging with feedee encouragement so we can both drink and grow🥰🐷 Sit back and listen to my praise and teasing while you watch me fill up. If you want to fill up with me, you need to make a BIG WEIGHT GAIN SHAKE Mine had 4 cups of milk and 2 cups of mass gainer powder which is roughly 2,000 calories❤️Make yours bigger than mine if you can!

Subscribe for full video👀 Let me know if I should keep making stuff like this!

[templetogavage]

Weekly Weighing (07-07-2024 to 07-13-2024)

As with (most) weeks, here are 7 posts I enjoyed from around the gaining and encouraging Tumblr sphere:

1. https://www.tumblr.com/whopper-t/755423176496971777

I love a good face gain. @t-thicc is a great example- in the left photo, he looks like he could grace the cover of a magazine, and in the right photo, he looks like he would buy one as he loads his grocery cart full of snacks. Thanks to @whopper-t for sharing this post.

2. https://www.tumblr.com/bearlygaining/755379001346981888

Love a good highlighting of contrast. Watching fit, athletic men perform feats while I stuff my face is one of my favorite activites, and I’m glad to see @bearlygaining agrees. Including this in large part because of that caption, to be honest.

3. https://www.tumblr.com/roaminghog/755640377804046336

@roaminghog has decided to provide us with this excellent peek into a classic gainer fantasy- being fed via funnel by an attentive admirer. Click through if you’re curious to see the full video.

4. https://www.tumblr.com/sandwichfella/755848719349563392

A welcome sight, if you’re in these circles. I would love to see this waiting for me when I come home after work. @sandwichfella serving gaining gamer to the hungry masses.

5. https://www.tumblr.com/zangtang/755778182727270400

Need I say anything at all? There’s nothing hotter, in my opinion, than a fat man enjoying food while showing off his size. I could watch this video of @gordoguapoofficial all day. Glad that @zangtang reblogged this one.

6. https://www.tumblr.com/sumbellies/755837143965941760

Contrast is one of my favorite aspects of this kink, which is probably clear to anyone who follows me. So this was a necessary inclusion. @johnthegainer looks incredible next to this musclebound figure. Wonderful photo.

7. https://www.tumblr.com/whopper-t/755673453136363520

Another gift this week from @whopper-t. This photo of @jim852 shows a man who knows exactly how much more he deserves your food than you do. Go give him your lunch money, he’s obviously hungry.

And that is this week's Weekly Weighing!

[housecow]

Omg! Congrats on 50lbs in 10 months! What's your secret? It feels like my partner has stuffed me practically every day since we met in Oct 2023, and I've only gained like 20-25lbs. I need to start seeing numbers like yours and fast! (P.S. Love your blog!❤️)

honestly, the majority of that weight gained came from december-january 2023/2024–i averaged about ~2k steps per day and managed at least 5k calories a day very often. i gained 20lbs in those two months.

the key seems to be inactivity. you can eat as much as you like but if you’re still moving around and putting those calories to use, you’re not gonna see significant gains… that being said—you’re playing with fire here and it’s NOT the healthiest way to gain. i could barely walk to class the next semester after gaining that way. enjoy your slow gain!! manage your mobility!! 20-25lbs is still quite a lot and you should be proud!!

also though. wg shakes :3 heavy cream, melted ice cream, mass gainer if you’d like, chocolate syrup, peanut butter or nutella, and cake mix. my go-to is usually just heavy cream, cake mix, ice cream, and chocolate milk. :))

[fredwkong]

Hey;) Hope you can help me. Im quite skinny and not happy with my body. So I wish to become a huge muscle freak trapped in an endless bulk. Growing bigger, hairier, dumber, fatter. Men should think with their dicks right? I dont need that intelligence I need big fucking balls and huge feet so I can be worshipped in every place. Hope you can grant my wish;)

The genie comes up to you in the mall. He’s a huge muscle guy in a stringer tank, with trendy mirrored shades covering his eyes. “Heard you could use this,” he says, handing you a blender bottle with what appears to be a packet of mass gainer in it.

When you get home, you fill the bottle with water, pour in the powder, and mix the shake. The water turns a radioactive green colour, and almost seems to glow, but it smells like any other shake. You down it.

As soon as the shake hits your tongue your eyes roll back in your head. While you chug, you feel your brain drain, a trickle turning into a deluge as every bit of your intelligence converts into muscle, hair, and size. You fall back on your ass, your jeans tearing, and the floor shakes, barely able to take your sheer mass.

You drop the empty bottle as your briefs tear apart, unable to stand up to your donkey dick and huge balls. You start to jerk yourself off without a second thought, greedily inhaling the rich scent of your hairy new body. You blast a thick load of cum onto your hairy belly and start rub it into the thick hair, mixing it with your sweat.

Don’t worry, you’ll keep growing. If you can make it to the gym with your empty head, you’ll probably never leave again. Just sit in the sauna and lure in the boys with that man musk and foot stink. Not like you can think of anything else.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[allfattenedup]

I'm a huge fan of your content, but I need to take a minute to talk about something you do that drives me absolutely wild:

I love when gainers tag their stuff as "ex-jock". Because, in the "real world" when someone uses terms like that, it's typically to describe a specific body type. An "ex-jock" is someone who works out, or at least used to. Sure they've gone a bit to seed, and they have a nice little pot belly going on, but their strong muscles, the developed upper body or the muscled glutes are all still present and noticeable. Any fat they have doesn't really jiggle all that much, because at the end of the day, there's still, you know, muscle supporting it.

But you gainers have created a second meaning for the term. When gainers like you use "ex-jock", it's not helpful shorthand to describe a specific body type, it's something used to remember a person who doesn't exist anymore. Because no one looks at a developed, established fatty, gut hanging and jiggling, ass and thighs plush and dimpled with cellulite, two chins and chubby cheeks grown plump with gorging on thousands of calories of chocolates and junk food, and thinks "oh yeah, he ran track in high school". Once you hit a certain threshold of weight gained, that history disappears. No one can see the hours in the gym. No one respects the team captain anymore. No one sees you as anything other then a lifetime fatty, because how could someone that fat ever have been anything else?

But that's not how gainers like you like to operate. Destroying the athlete you used to be, rendering them invisible, is only half the objective. Sure, you're fat now, probably fatter then you ever wanted to be (not that something like a weight limit, or goal, could ever stop you), but that alone doesn't give you the perverse thrill you crave. So what can you do? "ex-jock". A word that works like a brand. Now, no matter how fat you get, no matter how hungry you are or how much muscle mass you replace with soft, jiggling fat, the world will know that you made yourself this way. Like a bat signal in the sky, calling everyone to see an athlete that was conventionally attractive, fit and energetic, and who gave it all away. All so you could be what you see before you now.

And you're still hungry for more.

I don’t know what I can add to this because it’s perfection 😩👌🏼🐷🥵 And you nailed it. To me, I use ex-jock so that when people look at me they try to imagine what I must have looked like before I ruined my body with fat.

When they see my belly wobble against my heavy thighs, I want them to know the feeling is still strange to me, still new, still a bit frightening. Very exciting.

That the face I see in the mirror was once radically different. You’d have thought so differently of me if you’d known me before I got fat. But if I use ex-jock, at least you know when you see me like this that once I was the complete opposite of what I've now become.

That I’ve changed. I’m not making the best of the body I have, I’m making the worst body I can possibly bear, and then a little bit worse than that. Maybe a lot worse if things get out of hand. Methodically, intentionally, fatter and fatter, loving how hard it is to see myself like this. Relishing the constant, gentle horror as my fat arms wobble while I eat. Delighting in the dreadful embarrassment of a new double chin.

And you're right. I am hungry for more. Desperate, even.

[large-lit]

We were about the same size when we met. I was a little heavier thanks to my efforts to fatten up alone, but you promised to change that.

After the first twenty pounds, people started assuming I was the one paying for our dates more often. I must have looked a little more mature and imposing with my bulk, I suppose. Or maybe they correctly assumed that I was the one eating most of the food ordered.

Fifty pounds, and people started giving you sympathetic looks once they recognized us in public. 'It must be so hard,' they must have thought, 'having a boyfriend who so completely failed to take care of himself. How could he have let himself go so badly?' If only they knew the sort of garbage you fed me behind closed doors, how badly you whined for me to get on top or crush you against a wall.

At the one hundred pound mark, I could no longer keep up with you as easily during our walks. You managed to maintain your slim, athletic physique while I had blown up into a genuine porker, and with every restaurant you dragged me to, every appetizer you had two bites of before pushing the rest onto me, the difference only grew more pronounced. Having replaced my entire wardrobe at this point, I joked that you had only blown me up so big to steal my clothes. You silenced me with another funnel full of gainer shake.

After one hundred and fifty pounds, my weight nearly doubled from when we met, you unceremoniously cancelled my gym membership. A fair decision, honestly, since I hadn't gone in months and that was perfectly good money that could go towards food. I was a little worried about my future mobility, not having enough muscle mass beneath the several dozen layers of padding, but you assured me that it was fine and stuffed another cinnamon roll into my mouth. You'd been getting more dominant the fatter I got for a while now, but here is where it really kicked into high gear. I couldn't have been more turned on by it.

At two hundred extra pounds, I was closing in on some seriously massive sizes. Not only that, but with how much facial and body hair was starting to come in on me, you decided it was time for some help in blowing me up. Now that I was undeniably in bear territory, you put me on the appropriate dating apps and advertised me as someone who needed help staying fed. With plenty of pictures of my smaller sizes to prove that I was a blubber bomb, you had no trouble enticing new feeders to your cause, and the weight continued piling on.

After two hundred and fifty pounds gained, I got called into a meeting at work. My size and drastically changed appearance was starting to affect my performance in the office, and it had gotten to a point where they could no longer ignore it. I was offered a work from home position, and you were over the moon when I told you, already scheming up ways to more effectively fatten me now that you'd have me home all the time. No office hours meant we could stop spending money on work clothes, but I pointed out that I would still need to be on video calls at times, and I'd need shirts for that. The idea of me popping even more buttons seemed to lift your spirits from the idea that I would not in fact have all my wobbling blubber on display at all hours.

The next milestone, three hundred pounds gained, came more quickly than either of us were expecting. Between working from home and having multiple extra feeders working on me over the course of the day, those next fifty pounds came on fast. Not a free moment went by when I wasn't either being hand/funnel fed, getting my belly rubbed, or both. We both laughed pretty hard when my office chair finally gave up the ghost while I was on a video call, sending me toppling to the floor and giving my coworkers a full view of just how wide and low my gut had gotten since leaving the office as I got back up. You insisted on a full sheet cake "reward" before we ordered a new chair.

After a whopping three hundred and fifty pounds gained, my weight triple what it had been when we'd met, I realized that it was now completely impossible for me to reach around my gut and between my thighs to get to my dick. You took obvious pride in this accomplishment, and celebrated with a double helping of gainer shake, funneled into me as you fucked my enormous ass. With all my numerous heavy rolls and folds of fat wobbling and jiggling, and me living in a near-constant state of arousal from how intensely you'd been feeding me, it didn't take long for me to have my first hands-free orgasm, filled from both ends and hearing you go on about how huge, fat, sexy, massive, etc I was getting. When I told you I was still hungry after we both finished, you looked ready to go for another round.

Another fifty pounds later, a package arrived in the mail addressed to me. Seeing as my main activities were either work, food, or sex, I didn't really have much time for online shopping. When I walked into the kitchen with the package, you grinned and sat me down in my chair, eager to see me open it. Inside was an enormous pair of sweatpants that looked like they would've drowned you, and a photo of us when we'd just met. Back when we'd been younger, and I much thinner, we'd joked about getting a pair of sweats just like these, ones that you could fit your entire body into one leg of, while I'd overflow the whole thing. After you did a quick test of your part, you helped me pull them up around my blubbery waist, having me hold up my gut as best I could so you could wedge the waistband between the two heavy, blubbery folds. When it came time to pull the rest up behind my rear, they only barely cleared my shelf of an ass.

In an uncharacteristic move of dominance that I could tell both surprised and aroused you, I whirled on you, pressing you to the wall with my belly. I grabbed your wrists to keep you against me as I waddled the two of us over to the couch. While you still reeled over having your whale of a boyfriend manhandle you so, I brought my immense belly down to rest on you, sandwiching you between my weight and the furniture.

"Any thoughts for dinner?" I mused idly as I looked out the window, spying one of our feeder friends pulling up to our driveway. "I think someone's bringing pizza today. Might call them to double the order, eh?"

From beneath me, I could feel you groaning and groping me, your arms barely able to reach halfway around me. I wasn't even close to done growing...

[nsfwarros1]

how do they maintain gortash' size so easily? is he basically eating around the clock? side thought would cas ever convince gort to use a funnel, or does he just love hand feeding gort too much

yeah pretty much! Cas would always make him eat that much anyways, constantly bringing him food and snacks so he simply got used to it and can barely go more than 1-2 hours without eating something by himself nowadays anyways

nd also no to the funneling, the hand feeding is a BIG deal for Cas actually and the need for it to be actual food as well. While he does make him chug some…. questionable milkshakes (inventor of the mass gainer shake real) at times, it’s very much still about the fact that Gortash desires or is addicted to satisfying his gluttony I suppose, not just filling his stomach

[stuffgut]

I've gained 20lbs since mid May 😇👀 250 is in reach, mass gainer time this week me thinks. Need someone to keep me stuffed and motivated 🐷