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Gainer Diary:
The Fog
A true recollection
My brain goes foggy when I think about myself turning myself into a pig. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but whenever I think about gaining weight, I get excited. I get so excited that my brain starts to turn foggy. (Even while writing this entry, I am starting to feel it.) Every other thought leaves my head and it becomes difficult to think about anything besides making myself fatter. As time goes by and my waistline expands, it becomes harder to control this mind-state because the fogginess is comforting to me now, and I don't want to leave it. Often, instead of fighting it, I will smoke myself up to make sure I fall deeper into the fog, leading to a long night of filling my belly beyond capacity.
This morning I woke up barely remembering my stuffing session last night after the fog took me over, but the remnants of last night's binge were scattered around me. Candy wrappers...empty bags of chips...hollow cartons of Boost VHC.... My belly feels so empty this morning, yet there seems to be more to grab than there was yesterday.
I cannot say for certain what is happening to me, but I can feel control slowly slipping away into the fog.
The weekend getaway
Part 1
The Aftermath
This past weekend I convinced my boyfriend to stuff himself on camera... Surprisingly, he liked it...
Watch the FULL VIDEO HERE
He kept on wanting more...
Sexy PBR beer chug
I was never much of a beer drinker, but it's growing on me...
This himbo it's slowly turning into a pig pig, and I'm desperate to fill this belly
Full 15 min video HERE
Gainer Diary: Fast Food Addiction
I used to hit the gym 5 times a day. I loved to pose in front of the mirror and watch my muscles grow bigger, and I feel myself grow stronger. There was nothing better than a good pump after the gym. I was addicted to the feeling.
That was until I discovered fast food...
What started off as a simple idea to get in a few extra calories every so often soon turned into a nightly ritual... I started skipping workouts just so I could stuff myself with as many greasy burgers, fries, and milkshakes as I could.
I started to see the numbers on the scale go up... I was excited at first because I thought my muscle mass was increasing. But I realized I hadn't been to the gym in months... My gains weren't coming from muscle growth anymore; they were coming from fat.
I noticed my belly start to swell. My pecs became soft and my love handles began to spill over my waistband. My ass grew so fat, that none of my pants fit anymore.
However, I could not bring myself to start going to the gym again. I needed that salty, fatty, and creamy taste in my mouth more than I needed to feel my muscles strain.
That's when I knew... I have a new addiction now...
Feel like you might explode? Another bite. You won’t explode. Not yet. Your gut is nearly entirely covered in angry red stretch marks now; I won’t stop stuffing you until every inch of it is. You look like you might blow from one poke. Eat more, I know you’re not full. If you were, you’d be pinned under that gut, and you’re still wiggling enough to resist another gulp. Give in, pig. Stop fighting, let me stuff you senseless. You won’t ever feel hungry again, always stuffed so tight you’re nearly in tears. You’re going to get so fat for me. Eat.
Being fat is so pretty