Dark Desires: Three Gainer Stories (A Gainer Story)

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I couldn’t move and out the lights went. I couldn’t even see with the lights out so I got as comfortable as I could and went to sleep. These are people who cheer the gainers to achieve their goals, and then persuade the gainer to grow beyond them. Dave asked me if I wanted to see a picture of him before he gained all the weight, and soon enough he was flipping through photos on his phone, the vast majority of which were pictures of his belly — Dave, shirtless, in bed; Dave, at a pool party, wearing a speedo; what looks like Dave’s belly next to another belly almost exactly as big and therefore probably not his husband’s, I’m guessing; Dave, standing in his bathroom mirror, his eyes smoldering and his round belly rested on the counter. Cakes and burgers, all sorts of fattening foods and since I was no longer getting any exercise I could tell it was going to my body fast. A month has passed since Kevin was kidnapped. The number on the middle monitor went from 286 to a whopping 328. 42lbs in just a month and yet there was just so much more to come. It hadn't even come to his mind if his family has been looking for him. The mixture that was being pumped to his ever growing stomach was mixed with sedatives and appetite stimulants. A mixture that his captor has perfected over time: pure lard, butter, weight gain powder, appetite stimulants, sedatives, blended up fast food and fryer grease. The perfect concoction to make any feedee grow like a farm animal. Kevin would let out belches frequently and get a little taste of what was being pumped into him, and it tasted like what one would think pure fat would taste. As Kevin was laying there, entertained with the t.v, his captor came downstairs. Kevin didn't pay him attention, the sedatives kept him drugged and unaware of his surroundings. His captor shook his belly. Mesmerized with how it jiggles so easily and how there were more stretch marks than the last time he came downstairs. He had brought down with him a bag of fast food, as usual. The contents of the bag were unwrapped and placed in a plate.

Details matter. When you read, pay attention to the details. Remember phrases that excite you, and think of how to put your own spin on them. Consider the features and traits you find most attractive, and don’t be afraid to embarrass yourself with your own debauched writing. Pour your heart into it. Freak yourself out. Especially in a first draft. You can always edit it out later… or not.It wasn’t until I screamed from the pain that he stopped the flow stuffed another dildo up my ass and had me sit on it to keep it in. Finally he got to the “before.” I would not have guessed in a million years that this guy could be the big-bellied monster in bed with me. He was cute as hell. He looked like a twink who’d been getting his the value of out his gym membership. No beard — cleanshaven and sort of 90s-preppy. He looked happy. He looked like the kind of guy who’d still tell you about his Eagle Scout project. He, at this point in his life, probably would have been out my league for me in my twenties. Dave guessed he’d gained a hundred pounds. Dave guessed he started gaining about two years after this photo was taken.

In a world where everyone knows about magic and mythological creatures, and werewolves and other were-creatures coexist with humanity, said were-creatures can also be easily accessible pets who often have an instinctive urge to form special bonds with their owners. One day, Kira gets a pet werewolf of her own, in the form of Scott McCall... He found a seat at the bar and had me sit on the floor next to him and handed me pitcher after pitcher of beer. It would take a hell of a lot of beer to get me drunk now and I don’t think that was really his intension he was just filling me and would pat me on the head from time to time like a good puppy or faithful pig. There were a few feeders that wanted some experience with feeding someone so he would rent me out for exhibitions. Thought I would make a master list of all my stories, for convenience. I’ll be updating this as I publish more. Enjoy! 🐷

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People who enjoy the act of bloating or inflating their bellies temporarily with water, soda, food, or air. I continued letting my mind wander, hand rubbing my bulge, eyes closed, I could imagine a massive ball of fat where my now tiny belly was, it would be holding me down here on this couch. I'd imagine a man bringing me food whenever I'd please, feeding me, no, stuffing me. He'd be rubbing my belly for me and then he'd be the one taking care of my bulge. Pleasing me and forcing more fat into my body. I'd be his hog and i'd be a great one at that. By most standards, I’m a fairly average guy. The one aspect that sets me apart most is that I’m gay, but I’m still a cis, white man, and for the most part I pass as straight enough to not worry about the bullshit my sissier brothers endure. I’m of average height. I weighed 165 pounds for the most of my life. If I robbed a bank, the witnesses would have a hard time identifying much that could differentiate me from the next average white guy. Over and over he stuffed me full. I had always had big breakfasts with Thomas but I was stuffed when he finished. This was becoming a habit with him and me. A big binge drinking fest and a nice breakfast in the morning.