The Making of a Cow: Chapter 3

By the age of twenty five the gainer had come out of the pantry. Roger was living alone in a one bedroom apartment working full time as an accountant. His job paid well and only required that he go into the office once or twice a week which meant that Roger had the disposable income for large quantities of food and the time and space to transform into the cow he was destined to become. At this point in time Roger was no longer hiding from his desires, he was embracing them.  

It had been a long and difficult road, however. Immediately after graduating, he spent six months at home job hunting and getting bullied by his parents into losing weight. Indeed, Roger dropped a solid twenty pounds during that time. The weight loss engendered praise from everyone around him, but Roger felt less confident than ever. His libido dissipated and looking for work was demoralizing. When he looked in the mirror he didn’t like the young man staring back at him. He was deflated physically and spiritually. It took some time, but eventually he landed some contract positions and even a chubby girlfriend to call his own. Unfortunately, he still lived at home and after six months his girlfriend became obsessed with putting both of them on a diet. 

For several years Roger lived like this and hated his life. He felt an internal void that seemed impossible to fill. However, once he developed a decent disposable income from numerous part time gigs, Roger finally began to fill the void with calories. While his girlfriend’s waistline dwindled along with their relationship, Roger was once again putting on weight. His fat cells easily swelled from covert fast food runs and late night binges. Within months, his belly poured forward into his lap with a newfound softness Roger had never before experienced. He was intoxicated by his own growth which only spurred him to eat more. 

The regains came back fast and furious, causing concern for everyone but Roger. At first, he tried to brush off the comments about his weight. It was just a few pounds he told everyone, he was stressed at work and didn’t have time for the gym. The problem was that he was gaining fast. It was obvious to everyone around him this wasn’t a casual accident. His belly hung out of shirts and his ass ripped through jeans. His parents wondered if it was his thyroid and pleaded for a doctor’s visit. 

It took a bottle of vodka and a fantasy feeder account for Roger to finally admit to himself what it was that he desired: to grow fat at any cost. Accepting this fact made everything easier. He told his parent’s point blank: he kind of liked the extra weight. Soon after he found a great full time job, broke up with his girlfriend, moved into his own apartment, and confidently began identifying as a gainer. A weight had been lifted, ironically allowing him to gain weight like never before. It had taken until the age of twenty five, but Roger was finally self-actualizing. 

He furnished his apartment modestly, mostly with Ikea furniture, but kept his fridge and pantry lavishly stocked. He subscribed to regular orders of Boost VHC and mass gainer, made accounts with all the grocery and food delivery apps, and found a stellar pizza place nearby. For Roger, the best part about gaining was the food and now he could finally indulge himself. Unsurprisingly, the weight piled on. 

The silver lining of new job was that he was allowed to work from home the majority of the week. Sometimes, he didn’t go into the office at all. This meant Roger could keep a constant stream of calories going into his body. He wore sweats day in and out and shirts that left a deliciously thick crescent of belly kissing the fresh air at all times. When he did go to the office, he proudly established his identity as the “fat guy.” He joked about his weight and ate conspicuously. When his coworkers put on a few pounds, they would confide in him or join in his guiltless snack runs. 

The only problem was that he couldn’t keep up with his own growth. There were months where Roger would gain one or two pounds a week, causing him to outgrow his business clothes at breakneck speed. He tried to remain presentable, but sometimes he would get caught with straining buttons or a shirt that couldn’t stay tucked in. He much preferred the comfort of zoom calls where off camera his naked belly filled his lap and piles of Boost VHC surrounded his laptop. 

Swelling beyond three hundred pounds brought an unshakable confidence to Roger. He dated a few fat girls, which was fun at first but eventually it became clear he needed someone invested in his own growth. He found feeders online that were fun but the distance was always disappointing, and locals were flaky. Increasingly, Roger desired a true feeder who would push him past his capacities and into a new weight class. 

One day Roger got a DM on Tumblr from a feeder: I bet you look in the mirror and see a ball of blubber, but I can guarantee this is only the beginning. I would feed you into oblivion. Keep that stomach stretched tight every second of the waking day. You’d pray for relief but you’d be too much of a fat lazy hog to do anything about it. One day you’ll wake up and question how you got here. Too fat to do even the most basic tasks. Fully succumbing to your own unbridled gluttony. DM me if you dare. 

Roger had a throbbing erection from reading that message. He went to the person’s profile. It was a guy, seemingly around his age. Roger had never been with a man, but he was open to it. And if this guy could follow through on his words… well then Roger might just be in trouble.