Gainer Dreams

Twenty milligrams of melatonin slid down my gullet and landed in my distended stomach alongside a heavy carbonara dinner with breadsticks topped by a weight gain shake and magnesium supplements. I laid my head down on the pillow and lovingly squeezed the gooey chub resting atop my abs. My first thirty pounds. It felt wonderful and erotic; a physical change that electrified my everyday life. I knew this was only the beginning and couldn’t wait for more. I turned on the weight gain hypnosis audio I had found on Patreon and closed my eyes.

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I parked my car at the beach and stepped out wearing only a thong. My belly wobbled as my feet hit the ground. So did my ass. I walked carefree and comfortable toward the shore where thumping electronic music and rainbow flags beckoned. When I arrived I noticed everyone there was fat. People wore speedos or board shorts or nothing at all, but everyone had pounds of excess chub generously pouring off their bodies.

Fat men gnawed on ribs and pounded sloppy joes, they threw back beers and caressed their swollen bellies. There were men of different ages and races with different builds and gaits. Stretch marks striped the sea of abundant flesh wobbling amongst the shore. I was hypnotized yet nothing quite surprised me. Not even the men complimenting each other’s gains and clapping their bellies together in celebration, or the ones spreading whipped cream over one another’s creases and licking it off.

My thong disappeared as I approached the water. My cock was hard as a rock and the men nodded and smiled at me as I approached the shore. When I began to wade into the water a voice called out: “Hey you!” I turned to see the lifeguard pointing at me. He wore a red speedo and had thighs so fat they pushed each other apart. His overhang and tits dripped with sweat. He motioned for me to come near and I obeyed.

He led me to the wooden shack he worked from. The stairs creaked beneath his weight. Inside was a sling and a human-sized machine filled with liquid calories. I climbed inside the sling as I knew he wanted. He strapped in my arms and legs, and finally my mouth. The calories surged into my body and I could almost feel myself growing larger, my skin stretching, my heaviness weighing down the sling.

“You’re going to be such a pig some day,” the lifeguard said.

I struggled to lift myself from the hammock slung between two trees. I was pinned down in the center and couldn’t sit up easily. Finally I plopped forward onto some grass like a ton of bricks. My belly cushioned the fall. To stand, I had to hoist myself up one knee at a time and when I was finally erect I marveled at the expanse of my body. I was fatter than ever.

It felt like I was encased in a warm two hundred pounds of insulation. I patted my cushioning. It felt right. When I looked up a beautiful Spanish style home glistened in the sunlight. The smell of bacon filled my nostrils and I wobbled towards the door. Inside the house a doctor greeted me and told me that today I weighed four hundred pounds and I was expected to reach four hundred ten pounds in two weeks.

“Here is your appetite stimulant,” he said and placed a pill on my tongue. “Breakfast awaits you.”

I swallowed the pill and headed to the dining room. A long wooden table was piled high with breakfast foods. Plush arm chairs surrounded the tables. A twink appeared and directed me to sit at the head of the table. His body looked frail next to mine. My thigh was bigger in circumference than his hips. One of my tits was as big as his head.

I sat down in the chair and he began to feed me. He began with a cream stuffed French toast slathered in berry syrup. It was perhaps the most delightful thing in the world. A chocolate donut followed, and then bacon and eggs, pancakes, fruit and cream, croissants, buttered toast, on and on I kept eating and eating. The best part was I never felt full. But my body did feel weighed down with all the food. My stomach swelled and swelled before my eyes. My overhang drooped between my legs, completely covering my genitals.

After hours of feasting, the twink said: “Your husband awaits you in the boudoir.”

When I stood I was no longer massive and walked with a great ease up several flights of stairs to the bedroom. Before I entered the doctor told me I weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds. I looked down to see my stomach bulging out from between the buttons of a collared shirt. The button of my pants uncomfortably dug into my underbelly. I felt restricted by my clothes. I had a potbelly like a middle aged dad.

“You gained a significant amount of weight on vacation,” the doctor continued. “Twenty pounds in only three weeks.”

I opened the door to the bedroom. The room was large and moody with black modernist furniture and a sprawling bed draped in velvet. My husband laid atop the bed reading a book. He looked like Jon Hamm but plumper. His book rested atop a pile of belly fat clinging to his abdomen. A dark happy trail led down to comfortable boxers with thick juicy thighs pouring out of them. His legs were spread wide and I could see one testical peeking out from the fabric. He put down his book and smiled.

“Welcome home.”

I walked to the edge of the bed. As I sat down my pants ripped open in the ass and crotch and the buttons flew off my shirt. My body oozed out in every direction. I was big but not as big as my husband, who sat up in bed smiling from ear to ear, his belly rolling forward into his lap.

“You’ve been a good pig on vacation, haven’t you? I’m confident that after the holidays you’ll be past two fifty,” he patted my belly as he said this. “Look how soft that is. Here, have some donuts.”

He pushed a box of donuts forward and began feeding me one after another. I obediently swallowed them down as my clothes continued to tear and fall from my swollen body.

“Here, wash it down with this,” he said and handed me a heavy jar of egg nog.

We were sitting by the fire in a cabin as I downed the entire jar in one go and belched loudly. He wiped a drop from my chin and rubbed my belly affectionately. I had surpassed two hundred fifty pounds easily as we waited for the clock to strike midnight and ring in the new year. I felt warm and cozy with the fresh blubber.

A red flannel wrapped snugly around my cantankerous gut. My thighs filled my grey sweatpants and I noticed that my fingers were beginning to get pudgy. My husband wore an identical outfit and looked like he had put on a hundred pounds as well. In fact, his flannel didn’t quite cover the his gut and a hefty roll of chub lay exposed in his lap. We continued to eat donuts and wash them down with eggnog while discussing how fat we were going to become.

The conversation made us both so horny that we were both pitching precum-soaked tents beneath our gray sweatpants. My husband rolled out of his chair and grunted as he got on his knees and he removed my pants. My cock slapped against my belly fat sending a soft wave through the all the lard. I felt him moving my legs wider to get my thigh fat out of the way and then pushing back my fat pad as he commented that I was losing inches from my appetite.

He said that I was getting larger by the second. At first I thought he meant my cock but then I noticed my gut slowly swelling in my lap. I was confused and turned on and scared all at the same time. I watched as my skin tore into bright red stretch marks and soon enough my husband was no longer in view. All I could see was my own mass. The chair groaned beneath me and then collapsed underneath my weight.

My naked body hit the floor as clouds moved across a bright blue sky overhead. An announcer bellowed into his microphone that contestant number forty five had tapped out. I looked down to see a sign hanging from my chest with “45” in black block letters. My hands and face and chest were covered in chocolate cake. I looked up to see a crowd of ghoulish American faces laughing and cheering.

To my left was a man much bigger than myself shoving chocolate cake into his mouth rapturously. The man on the microphone encouraged the crowd to: “Marvel at the determined pigs who crave growing to massive proportions! Clap for the heavy rolls of flesh at their hips! And cheer for the one who can stretch his stomach further than the rest!” To my right a man about my size was getting escorted off the stage by a twink. He was also tapped out. Then the twink fetched me.

I struggled to get to my feet. I was fat beyond belief and my stomach sloshed with chocolate cake. I lumbered off the stage with heavy breathing. The twink led me down a dark alleyway with a glowing red door at the end. The alley seemed to stretch on forever and I was incredibly winded. Sweat poured from my body. My thighs chafed and my rolls slid against one another. I felt so out of shape and wondered how fat I had become. The doctor stood next to the red door and answered my question. I was three hundred and seventy pounds. I opened the red door and entered the hotel bathroom.

The cool green tile felt soothing beneath my bare feet. The art deco fixtures looked decadent and expensive. The room as a whole was snug, but extremely luxe. I was covered in chocolate and sweat and felt relieved that I was permitted to shower. I opened the glass shower door and quickly discovered that I was too wide for entry. Two inches of love handle on each side of me pressed against the glass frame. I pushed harder but I didn’t budge. I turned sideways but my belly projected too far. I took a deep breath and sucked in as much as possible and barely managed to squeeze inside.

The shower itself was small but I could move around, albeit my ass and love handles and belly were constantly brushing against the tile walls. The warm water soothed my nerves. Chocolate swirled down the drain as I reached for the soap. Next to the dispenser was an odd tube hanging from the wall. Next to it was a button and an engraved brass plate that read “weight gain shake.” Naturally, I placed the tube in my mouth and pushed the button.

A most delicious shake filled my mouth and slid down my throat. It was possibly the best thing I had ever tasted. It was sweet and salty and rich and creamy and everything I could have wanted. I gulped and gulped and gulped. I slid to my knees, my body filling the shower like a puddle of fat, and slurped down the gainer shake for hours. My mind drifted to a blissful place and eventually the liquid stopped pouring.

I struggled to my feet. I had grown much fatter than I was prior. Desperately, I pushed the button repeatedly but nothing came from the tube. Disappointed, I turned toward the door to exit. I now had a much bigger problem. I had swelled so exponentially that there was no way I could escape this shower. My body pressed against every wall, with my belly pushing at the fogged up glass.

The doctor entered the room and informed me that I was now four hundred and fifty pounds. He told me the only way to exit the shower was to close my eyes and think of my favorite place. I did as I was told, and when I opened them I was at the buffet. Only now, I was nineteen and rail thin. I looked around and the restaurant was filled with big burly men lumbering around holding cafeteria trays piled high with food.

I felt embarrassed by my scrawniness. I also felt afraid. These men were so much larger and more powerful than me. It seemed like they could crush me if they didn’t see I was in their way. My neighbor’s father appeared from the crowd. He had always been my biggest crush growing up. He had broad shoulders and a chest full of hair that curled out from his stained white wife beater. His stomach hung free beneath the hem of the shirt, wobbling in front of the waistband of his blue denim.

His face was greasy with sweat and covered in a dense five o’clock shadow. He smiled as he approached me, his gut bouncing with every step. When he got close I could smell his fragrant armpits. The sweat they emitted stained the sides of his shirt. He took my hand and led me out of the buffet and to the sidelines of a football match.

“Now son,” he said, “some day you’re going to have a gut like mine.” He shook his belly and gave it a slap. “It’s gonna take work. You’re going to eat a lot, every day, day after day. Butter is your friend. Heavy cream is like water. Carbs are good, protein is good, everything is good in excess. You’re going to love eating in excess. Anything and everything in sight is yours to consume.”

Two fat football players smashed into each other nearby. Their bodies collided in slow motion. Their fat moved like someone dropped a water balloon on the ground that didn’t bust. Sweat sprayed from their bodies and I felt myself getting hard.

“Listen to me. You are going to eat everything you can get your hands on, and you’re going to grow. You will enjoy how it feels to have your stomach stretched so wide you feel like you are going to burst. And with every meal it will stretch wider and wider. Your ass will start to swell with fat. Gooey plush rubbery fat. Your belly will grow rounder and rounder until it hangs off of you. You will feel the heavy weight of your unhinged gluttony on you at all times and you will love it more than anything else in the world. Simple tasks will become harder and harder the more you grow, and it will only encourage you to grow larger.”

From a distance I saw a familiar face walking towards me. I couldn’t quite place who it was but I knew I had seen them before.

“When you turn thirty your metabolism will finally start to slow down and it will seem like everything will fall into place. Over the course of a year you will gain your first thirty pounds. It will feel amazing and that,” he pointed at the man approaching us, “is what you will look like.”

I stood mesmerized as I faced myself. The belly hanging off of my future self was the most sexy and desirable thing I had ever seen. I removed my shirt to show off my swollen gut. It wobbled a bit. It was hairier than I expected and had a nice shape. My thighs were also touching and my ass had stretch marks. I leaned forward and kissed myself.

I disrobed on the football field and laid on my back, opening my ass up to myself. I slid my erection inside my hole and my gooey belly bounced forward between my thighs. I was now the same age as myself. That fresh thirty pounds wobbled in the sunlight as we fucked. And with each pump we swelled a bit larger. My belly gained fat for a bit and then my thighs started to explode. Fat expanded from them quickly before my belly started to catch up again, forcing my sides to develop love handles. The fat piled higher and higher up my body. The top of my belly began expanding outward and then my chest softened, my arms too. I could feel the roll beneath my chin taking up space. The fat was warm and comforting. It jiggled as we fucked in a most pleasurable way. Eventually multiple rolls formed at my sides, and then a fat pad started pouring over atop my cock. The crease between the fat pad grew deeper and deeper. My tits began to bounce and stretch marks appeared on my belly and then my thighs. I was mesmerized. I was so turned on that I felt I was about to explode. My balls tightened as fat surrounded them. My cock began spasming as it was swallowed up with chub. An orgasm gripped my oversized body.

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I woke up to my own moaning. My hips were thrusting uncontrollably as I shot a massive load all over my sheets. My body was covered in a cold sweat. I felt startled by my nocturnal emission. This hadn’t happened since I was nineteen. When I finally stopped twitching I turned on the light and shut off the gainer hypnosis. I grabbed a towel. My gut was covered in come and I appreciated how gooey and malleable it felt as I wiped the come off. I was proud of my little paunch. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help but smile. A weight gain hypnosis had resulted in my first wet dream since I was a teenager. I figured that meant big things for me and my starter belly…