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Celebrity Gainer: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 00:00:03 +0000 UTCRobert yanked the size large T-shirt down over his belly. He couldn’t believe he was outgrowing a large. He snapped a few photos inside the dressing room of his belly hanging out of the tee and posted them to Twitter. The photos were giving him an erection as he tried on an XL to discover even that was fitting a bit snug. He was both shocked and titillated as he decided to keep the XL to grow out of and also grab an XXL for the future.
Exiting the store he was confronted with the savory scent of mall pretzels and made a detour. These days, he never denied his appetite. In fact, more often than not he was trying to spur his appetite even after he was satiated. For Robert, the gain train had left the station and slowing down was not an option.
It all started at the beginning of the year when he escaped to a remote cabin for two months of unhinged gluttony. He put on a solid 24 pounds in that span of time, developed a strong social media following due to his gains, and even hooked up with a portly townie. The experience catapulted him deep into the gainer lifestyle and he couldn’t get enough.
It was now summer and he was bigger than ever. In fact, he was so large that he now had the intensely erotic yet annoyingly expensive task of replacing a good 70% of his wardrobe. Most of his tees and tanks had become obscenely small as his overhang thickened week by week. Even his elastic waistbands were getting uncomfortable, let alone his actual pants all of which needed to be replaced.
Robert left the cabin at 227 pounds. As he dunked his mall pretzel into a pot of nacho cheese he sat at 240 pounds. The scale was steadily climbing, but he was frustrated the numbers weren’t increasing as quickly as they did those first two months. Life was getting in the way. Walking to work kept him too active, funds restricted his intake, and his days were busy with work and chores that prevented the 24/7 gluttony he had enjoyed at the start of the year. Nevertheless, he was growing. And so was his social media following.
Since sharing his little gainer experiment online, Robert had skyrocketed to gainer fame. Every post on Grommr caused a flood of likes and comments, his Twitter following jumped a few grand every month, and his DMs were becoming unmanageable. It was a surreal experience that he never anticipated. It also kept him hornier and more preoccupied with his own personal growth than ever before. Even now, his post from inside the dressing room was becoming one of his most liked images by the time he left the mall.
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That summer was a particularly brutal and lethargic one for Robert. He was gaining so fast that his body hadn’t fully acclimated. With several inches of brand new insulation padding every part of his body he could barely stand the heat. Growing fat in the snow capped mountains was one thing, but schlepping around the hot asphalt of the city was a whole different story.
Needless to say, he was sweatier than ever. He discovered the discomfort of underboob and overhang sweat. His shirts displayed sweat stains on a daily basis in patterns unique to a man of his size. His underarms chafed and so did his thighs. After a long day of work all he wanted to do was strip off his clothes and lay in front of the air conditioning, preferably drinking some melted ice cream or heavy cream.
Like a true pig, he didn’t let the heat infringe on his gains. He persevered and upped his calorie intake week by week, one box of boost and a carton of ice cream at a time. The constant discomfort was only a testament to his hard work, or so he would tell himself. Besides, his following online demanded it. He had so many admirers and he couldn’t let them down. They relished every post no matter how sweaty his skin was or how much he complained about the newfound bodily impediments that growing fatter by the day caused.
In fact, that summer Robert garnered a handful of encouragers who would send him money to stuff himself and take photos. He even set up an Amazon wishlist where his admirers could support his gains. Of course, everyone clamored for an OnlyFans, but Robert wasn’t so sure about that prospect.
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By the time fall rolled around, Robert breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The temperature dropped several degrees, his belly rounded out into an even 250 pounds, and he could finally indulge in the conspicuous gluttony of the holiday season.
For the first time in his life he became a true Starbucks girl, ordering venti frappuccinos and fatty caloric treats on a near daily basis. The liquid calories were a welcome addition alongside his routinely large meals, gainer shakes, and Boost VHC. His clothes were getting tight again, the gains were piling on more easily, and Robert began dreaming of hitting 300 on the scale.
His body was developing a new shape as the weight piled up wherever there was space.His ass was looking monumentally juicy and new stretch marks spread out across his inner thighs. His once burgeoning fat pad was getting thicker every day, swallowing up inches of his cock. Bending over was getting difficult with so much belly in the way, and he began shopping for slip on shoes. The best were the small changes, such as a puffy fingers and fresh back rolls, that reminded him he was becoming a true fat guy.
As fall turned into winter, Robert went from fat to fatter. He was pushing 265 after only a couple of months. The desire for that number on the scale, three zero zero, burned deep in his loins. He was consuming innumerable calories a day to the point where even his colleagues were beginning to notice. He got long stares as he gulped down eggnog and Starbucks at his desk, occasional glances at the buttons straining on his shirt, a couple pats on the belly from some of the straight men, and leading comments about weight from the women. All of this encouraged him to push even harder, to gain even more. It was also great fodder to share with his followers on social media.
The constant encouragement online had pervaded his life. He was responding to messages at work and in the car, with family and out with friends. He would sneak off to the bathroom to take photos for donations and post about what a fat fuck he was becoming. The perpetual feedback, the dopamine hit of hundreds of likes, the endless scrolling through images of fat men, it was all rewiring his brain to become an absolute glutton for growth.
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Can't wait for 300 😍
