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On New Years Eve I was watching movies with my family. My mother brought in little containers of ice cream and I started eating and savoring it, albeit rather absent-mindedly. I was just about to the bottom when I caught glimpse at the nutrition label- “740 calories per container”.

Just wow…

Anyways, I put the rest in the freezer as I’ve been trying to actually lose weight for a few small reasons. I’ve thought about it for the past couple of days and I keep thinking, “Wow, maybe I really am just supposed to be an extreme gainer. I have the stomach for it, I wonder how quickly I’d put on weight if I started chugging heavy cream again and stuffed myself at every opportunity.” The main thing that is keeping me from giving in to my natural gluttony is the fear that I’ll never find a girl who loves me and would be okay if I were to start putting on weight intentionally.

I just want someone to sincerely tell me the things I want to hear about my body and perhaps shore up some of the little insecurities I still latch onto from time to time:

”I love how soft you are.”

”Your figure is amazing.”

”Your stretch-marks aren’t ugly, I love them.”

I rarely ever like talking about what I fear, what I want to hear from others, or my insecurities because it always makes me feel like I am putting my weaknesses on display to get attention or like I am being selfish and self-centered.

I just want to be loved, which is something I don’t relish saying, but am willing to under the shroud of anonymity.

I just want one individual to focus on their love for me now and again. That is what I want in my life, someone who doesn‘t just love me for my mind, body, or personality alone; I want to be loved for all of me. It‘s a bit embarrassing for me to admit it, and it seems exceptionally shallow to me, but I just wanted to say it.

I want the sight of my overhang to cause excitement. I want the supple pliancy of my flesh to bring comfort, warmth, and joy. I want the jiggly curves of my body to give her happiness. I don’t even need her to be a feeder, or even want me to be fat. If I can give love and receive it in turn, that will be enough, but if by chance she loves to see me indulge and grow I’d be over the moon.

I suppose this all makes me sound desperate, but I don’t ever talk about romance or love very often because it’s always just been pie in the sky.

I’m feeling rather lonely at the moment, so if you read this and find that you would like to get to know me better please send me a message. Hopefully I’ve not been too whiney in my posts, I’ve just been a bit overly-pensive lately.

I’ve started working out recently with particular focus on my pecs and arms. My justification? Let me give it to you in the form of a few questions. When it comes to moobs, is it not believed that bigger is better? And would it not be better if the underlying chest were stronger, more filled out, and wider?

I rest my case.

Anyways, all the weight loss I’m doing now will just make the feeding and gaining it all back all the better once I have a feeder. The best gains are the ones that start with a relatively fit body, so you can see all the progress the whole time. Plus gaining will be much easier for me. I’ve already expanded my stomach with my own gaining and I have gotten used to feeling overfilled, I have experience. I’ll gain faster and likely be able to blow past all my old plateaus because I won‘t have preexisting fat stealing calories that could be used to make new fat cells! When you lose weight you don’t really kill off any fat cells, you just shrink them; all that fat will be sleeping dormant in my body, waiting for an excess of calories with which it can bloat up to be even bigger than ever before! Urgh! I’m starting to feel extra hungry! Maybe I shouldn’t write about gaining, getting fat, and gorging on calorie-laden delicacies when I’m still losing weight! 😆

If you are a feeder and are looking to fatten me up, or if you just want to talk, shoot me a message and let’s get to know each other.

I'm feeling so frustrated with school that I want to go out to multiple locations and get the cheapest and most fattening food possible. First hit the grocery store and shop while hungry to get the most fattening foods. Then go to some fast food restaurant and order two or three meals and eat them there, scarfing them down like an unrepentant hog. Afterwards go through the drive through of the same place and order even more food. I don't know, I just feel like filling my stomach right now- I'm hungry and there is something I'm having trouble learning with the provided material and Google isn't helping either. As a result I want to stuff my face and truly act out, sometimes stress just mops the floor with you after so much time and you just want to feel better. It's like this: I could be trying to figure this thing out, but not be irritated and pissed off that I can't comprehend it- instead I could just be happy sitting here blissfully gorging on pastries, peanut butter, juicy hamburgers, greasy fries, and thick milkshakes. Gaining aside, maybe I really ought to stock up on things to munch on- I mean if it helps me get the job done why not shovel in a couple packages of mini donuts, a little cake, or even a little bottle of heavy cream. A couple of pounds wouldn't make a difference if I'm getting all my school done on time and reducing my stress! Maybe it's time for another Freshman 50! I don't know. I might actually end up doing this. Thinking of how easily I let little things get to me, this idea would most definitely get me growing a lot larger!

There is something to be said for losing weight (while you still can). It’s often what keeps me from going all out on my eating because I’m not quite to the point of no return where even if I lose weight I’ll still have a whole bunch of loose skin and stretch marks, I’d still have some stretch marks but I could get back to less fat. As of right now it’s something I’d still like to do, I want to be able to see every change I was too impatient to take note of when I was younger. The thing is I get impulsive all of a sudden and start seeing the beauty in gaining all anew and I end up getting a bunch of food to stuff myself with! After I’ve feasted I start thinking about how much of a setback I’ve just created and end up questioning whether it’s even feasible to lose weight. I have normally have enough self-discipline to diet and I genuinely like exercise (especially working out and beefing up my muscles), but the problem is that I keep on wanting to gain, how can I counteract that? It certainly doesn’t help when I start leveling out then start unintentionally gaining weight back, that just reminds me of how nice it feels to jiggle. Perhaps one day soon I’ll figure it out, but if I really want to, it better be soon before the benefits of weight loss I most desire are forever pulled out of my grasp. Even if that happens I’ll enjoy becoming a bigger, jigglier, and more blubbery guy.

I think donuts are either my kryptonite or my path to apotheosis. Can’t figure it out. If I could have two dozen donuts right here and now, my shirt would be off and I’d be cramming those things in my mouth like my life depended on it. It’s always kinda weird when you’ve eaten everything you got to stuff yourself, even though you’re kinda full you could definitely still eat, but you don’t really have anything else around so you just kinda feel really unfulfilled for the longest time. I think that’s actually a decent part of the reason I started losing weight, there just wasn’t enough food around to really fill me up to the sweet spot. I love that sweet spot, you aren’t so disgustingly full that you hate yourself or feel like you are going to vomit, but you are filled right past the brim to where you feel a bit sleepy, incredibly satisfied, and you could graze on whatever for the next few hours. That’s really the point where you need a feeder, to keep you there for as long as they possibly can. The best stuffings I’ve ever had made it where I’m constantly hungry for several days afterwards, but it also feels like there is just a huge stone sitting in your gut. I think one of the best stuffing sessions I had was at home with several McDonalds meals. I don’t normally ever eat McDonalds, but I think the sum of everything I ate had enough fat and carbs for 10 days of the recommended total. It was as though I could feel the fat growing as I slept that night. I’ve also had heavy cream a couple of times, but I really wish I had gotten some chocolate syrup or something. At one time I got a bunch of the smaller peanut butter jars from the store and did my best to eat one a night. I think one night I managed two! Way back when I was in high school, I would buy a bunch of Pop-Tarts from the cafeteria and eat them all when I had the house to myself. I just wanted to get that out. I currently don’t have much in the way of alone time or resources. I guess I’m technically still trying to slim down so I can blow up, but I would absolutely be gorging on the most horrifyingly gluttonous feast if I had my way right now. I find writing sometimes helps me manage the urge to stuff my face with the closest concentration of calories for the smallest energy expenditure (because a soft jiggly belly does not thrive on exercise). Gosh- I used to be such a good fat pig. I’ve actually gained 5 pounds back recently and I can’t really tell if I’m into it. It feels good when I get closer to filling up and I’ve enjoyed occasionally feeling it stuck out again, but I just kinda want to see the weight loss through for its own sake as proof I can do it. I know that’s not what people want to hear me say, I’m supposed to constantly be desiring to get bigger and have no will power, but I really think that it’s not a good deal to let gaining become the basis of your personality. It almost happened to me, when I was starting to get the little folds on the sides of my back I was so excited about getting these precursors to real fat rolls for the first time! I was so ready to just throw myself into gaining, then opportunities to stuff myself dried up, and I started to dislike how round my face was getting. I started getting dissatisfied with the belly overhang and small belly apron I had so fervently coveted when I was younger. I was unhappy that I didn’t have a double belly, I didn’t like how small my love-handles were in comparison to my belly. I still loved how my moobs laid on top the shelf of my fat when I sat down, and I liked where it creased and folded- I was just discouraged. I think it might be one of those things where I wanted my fat to grow in ways that weren’t conducive to my genetics and body structure. Maybe I’m just one of those people who is happy when they are thin or fat, but are miserable in between. I don’t know. All I do know is that when I see a gainer who is where I was or further, I start feeling tempted to return.

I don’t think we are our own worst critics by some arbitrary necessity, but in seeing what others are doing and praising, and by them setting goals we cannot or will not ultimately achieve, we become those critics. So that’s just a fat boy’s rambling. Not sure it was productive or adds any value to anything. Just kinda spun my wheels until I petered out, it’s kinda the goal with these things, it takes my motivation to gain down to a manageable level. Maybe I’ll have a handful of almonds or an extra slice of that cake right before bed, but I’m not going to go blow $60 on a bunch of food to eat in a single day. I don’t know what will happen when I’m not held back by my circumstances, it’s likely that’ll hinge on whether I’m feeling motivated to lose or gain weight when those circumstances change. Kinda spooky to think that the trajectory of my life could be determined so much by that one variable.

A bit of a downer post and a follow-up to the previous one.

When gaining weight, look out for that threshold where you say to yourself, “Eh- it’s only another thousand or so calories. Why not?” Take note of how much you are gaining! Document like every 5 pounds so you can appreciate all the little things! All the changes!

It might just be me, but I would want to substitute the milk with heavy cream- only because I am completely insane and my reasoning is that if you aren’t going to gain 30 pounds overnight (like in a poorly written weight gain centric fan-fiction) you might as well just not even try. If I can’t get more than two days worth of calories, fat, and carbohydrates in addition to what I would normally eat, it doesn’t even constitute a stuffing. You have to go big or go home. I haven’t allowed myself to <b>really<\b> go big in a long time, but any day now that dam will break and it’s going to flood the country-side with calories, blubber, and gluttony.

Have you noticed the effects of the daily shake?

I haven’t been doing daily shakes lately, but they do work.  I need to spread my shakes out over the day - just drink it like chocolate milk so I don’t get sick of it drinking so much at once.   I gain best with a variety of foods and snacks.      The shakes are like drinking a smooth peanut butter cup version of chocolate milk, and who could resist that?  

I have been noticing differences lately especially in my lower belly.   Everything hangs lower down there, and it jiggles so much but feels bigger and heavier.   I’ll add the shakes back into the mix and really ramp up the weight gain.   I’ll soon be needing bigger clothes, so that’s a good sign.

The recipe again for anyone who missed it in the earlier post:

1.5 liters of high fat milk,  2 cups peanut butter,  1 package of Jello chocolate pudding powder mix,   ½ cup of corn syrup.   

Blend it all together with a blender until very smooth and chug it down (I just use a handheld electric blender).  It’s silky and creamy and tastes like a liquid peanut butter cup.    You can try different milks and creams and adjust the amount of peanut butter (1.5 cups makes a thickness more like chocolate milk, which makes it very easy to drink more).   

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Stuffed after dinner tonight, but saved some room for ice cream and Boost before bed. Can’t wait for when I actually look fat in a photo. I feel like the camera is taking away 10 pounds at the moment.

i keep thinking abot gaining just a little weight, to just chub up enough to real jiggle when i move, or COMPLETLY blow up to the point i can barley move

Wish that was me

Give it to me

I finally did it

And I think it changed something in my brain chemistry. I want to do it again and again

Never been stuffed

For how big I am I think most of you would be surprised that I’ve never been stuffed by a feeder before. I haven’t even stuffed myself before, but I crave for someone to stuff me. Just pin me down with boxes of pizza and cinnamon rolls. Tell me how much of a piggy I am. Make me eat a whole cake face first. Tease me as I make a mess of myself. Then rub my belly just enough so I can do it all over again. Make this pig 500 lbs 🐷

God he's such a cutie. I'd love to feed him

Full vid in the link!! Ice cream diet day 4!

Chubby gamer vibes tonight.🎮

Early morning Drive-thru vibes

Husbands goals for my future husband. I want him this fat and fatter.