Movers and Gainers: Chapter 1

I was only 21 when I was blessed with a boyfriend growing unbelievably fat before my eyes. It felt like one of the gainer stories I had been jacking off to since I hit puberty. At the time, I had barely reckoned with the idea that gaining and encouraging were hard wired into my sexuality. It was this experience that helped me come to terms with this fact.

I met Alejandro at a divey gay bar in my home town of Albuquerque. I had begged my female friend to go with me because I was desperate for a sexual interaction outside of awkward Grindr hookups. I saw Alejandro as soon as we walked in. He had greasy slicked back hair, broad shoulders, and the faintest outline of a beginner belly beneath a faded tee. I was hooked and by the end of the night I was elated when he approached me and gave me his number before leaving.

Over the next few months we began hooking up and spending time together in between my university classes and his job with a moving company. He was 28 and muscled from lifting heavy furniture day in and day out. He drank a lot and smoked weed. On the exterior he was a bad boy but underneath he was incredibly sweet. And, of course, he had a softness around the middle I couldn’t resist and fantasized of growing larger.

He probably would have been slight of stature were it not for his job. Instead, he had muscled shoulders and arms decorated with tattoos. His pecs were beefy and his legs were solid as a rock. You could tell he had abs beneath the inch or so of belly fat around his navel. And his ass was especially fat and jiggly; a lurid promise of potential future growth for my horny young mind. Altogether, he felt meaty beneath my touch and I couldn’t get enough.

I had always been on the slimmer side and it drove me wild to roll around in the sheets with a man who outweighed me. We were about the same height but Alejandro had a good fifteen to twenty pounds on me which was just enough for me to feel totally dominated. His hands were calloused from his job and his muscles flexed with every movement which only heightened his general air of machismo.

Four months in and we made it official. He was my first boyfriend and I was young and in love. Most of the time we spent together we were fucking. Otherwise we could be found eating tacos on the curb, watching horror movies, or playing video games. I wasn’t big on video games, but Alejandro was and I would typically just watch him or scroll through my phone while he was playing. If our roommates weren’t around I liked to suck him off while he was playing.

Of course, the devious encourager side of my brain wanted him to be as lazy as possible. His job was so physically demanding that I imagined he burned innumerable calories throughout the day. So of course I had to encourage laziness and gluttony wherever possible. Whenever we bought food I encouraged large portions and tried to push my leftovers on him. I avoided any activities such as hiking or swimming that were too physically demanding. I even started to explore baking as a means of squeezing in some extra calories here and there.

I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like it was working, particularly in the love handle area. It was hard to tell if his belly had grown or if it was just my own wishful thinking, but it did seem that his sides were a bit fuller than when we first met. I enjoyed squeezing them during sex and feeling the small ball of fat roll around in my palm. Still, I tried not to be too over eager with grabbing his chubby parts in bed. I was still insecure about revealing my little kink.

One day I got horrible news over text message. It was Alejandro’s mom telling me he was in the hospital. He had injured himself on the job. I left campus and rushed to his bedside. I learned from the doctor that Alejandro had injured his knee lifting a couch up a flight of stairs. The prognosis was not good, but at least he didn’t need surgery. They prescribed months of bed rest followed by physical therapy. Needless to say, Alejandro wasn’t going back to work any time soon, if ever.