Get Fat Fast: Chapter 1

Jaden

The competition is on. It’s me versus Vinnie to see who can gain the most in one month. That’s four weeks to pack on as much fat as possible.

I met this guy a few months ago via Grommr and we hit it off despite living on opposite sides of the country. I’m in California and Vinnie is in New Jersey. We happen to both be the same height, age, and as of today, the same weight. We have been mutually encouraging one another for a while and seeing great results. We were both fluctuating around 180/190 when we met and we both recently hit 200 together which has been a huge milestone.

Let me tell you, it feels great. I have been trying to put on weight for years now, ever since I was a teenager looking up belly porn on YouTube and scrolling through weight gain fiction on the web. As it typically goes, I struggled to put on weight during those days with my teenage metabolism and lack of surplus funds. I would eat what felt like mountains of food and the number on the scale would barely change.

Eventually, over the course of a few years, I found some success on my own but it felt long and arduous. Having started at 165 and 5’11”, it took me three years to gain up to 180. Sure this was a solid amount, but I would see other guys on the internet stacking the same amount of weight on over a matter of months. That’s what I craved, and Vinnie really helped me achieve those goals.

Vinnie had gone from around 160 to 190 over the course of a year, which I found impressive. Thirty pounds in one year compared to fifteen over the course of three was a significant difference. Still, he struggled to keep the weight on. One week without counting calories or chugging gainer shakes and he’d drop five pounds. Nevertheless, he was getting results and he was helping me see results as well.

Soon after we started chatting online we shared phone numbers and social media. We became increasingly close, sending each other belly videos on Snapchat and encouraging text reminders at almost every meal. Vinnie turned me on to Boost VHC and I taught him how valuable it was to add butter to every meal. For the first time we both started to see results with relative ease. No more calorie counting or stuffings, just consistent overeating and the encouragement and praise we provided one another.

It was tantalizing to see how our bodies developed, especially given our identical starting points. My weight tended to go to my lower body first and then spread from there. My first twenty pounds went straight to my ass and legs. It was embarrassing at times as I felt like I was developing a womanly shape. My ass hung heavy with cellulite and crossing my legs while wearing snug denim was becoming uncomfortable.

However, the closer I got to 200 the more the rest of my body began to fill out. My arms looked less spindly and meat packed around my once protruding ribcage. The moment I realized I was truly aboard the gain train came one afternoon inside a dressing room. I can’t tell you how hot it was trying on a pair of high waisted pants and seeing my belly jiggle wildly above the buttoned waistband. Seeing that extra pudge wobble above the restricting button was a turning point. I had never seen my stomach move like that, I had never felt it so soft. It set my libido on fire and made me hungry for more.

As I edged up to 200 the weight definitely became more evenly distributed, though nothing could stop my bubble butt from continuing to swell in size. In fact, I’d say my ass is my defining feature. It’s been getting comments from men and women alike, friends and family, even an old lady at the grocery store. But now it is balanced by a paunch and a meatier upper body.

Another new addition is that I run hot these days and am prone to sweating. This has been a somewhat uncomfortable development, mostly because it makes me horny and then I get hotter and sweat more. For the first time in my life I’m feeling like a bigger guy, even though there’s so much more room to grow. Plus, disregarding the kink, it’s nice to feel a bit heavier, more grounded, and more manly. Taking up more space has allowed my confidence to take up more space as well.

My dear Vinnie, on the other hand, despite having similar stats to me, has grown a different shape that totally drives me wild. His weight rests more heavily in the midsection, where his furry belly expands with squishiness at every pound. It appears more malleable than mine, and softer, like dough. Whereas my belly only noticeably muffin tops with tight pants or when I’m sitting down, Vinnie can be standing completely nude and still have a total gut. In this way, his gluttony is more visible to the world.

I think this is sexy, but Vinnie had some insecurities at first. He felt he looked silly with tiny stick legs and twinky arms and a swollen protruding stomach. However, the rest of his body began to catch up as he gained closer to 200. His legs started to fill out, especially his creamy inner thighs, and I noticed his upper arms developing a slight softness. His shirts that used to only cling to his belly were starting to cling all over.

Vinnie is also pretty hairy, unlike myself, so sometimes it’s hard to tell the extent of his gains. He’s covered in a thick forest of dark hair from his ankles to his chest and face. This can camouflage a lot of his gains. For example, it wasn’t until he sent me a close up of his belly did I notice two tiny red stretch marks by his belly button. I was floored that he had earned such a gainer badge of honor as tiger stripes so soon. He was more ambivalent, and pleased they were hidden by his body hair.

Needless to say, Vinnie and I have developed a bit of a crush on one another. We are communicating almost every day now and it isn’t exclusive to gaining. We have become each other’s closest friends and confidantes. While this feels great, it is also depressing at times to live so far apart, having never even met. Sometimes I doubt myself. Am I insane to be falling for some random guy on the internet? Could I be the victim of catfishing or something?

Not to mention the fact that it sucks to contribute to someone elses waistline and gluttony without being able to touch and squeeze and kiss the freshly grown chub yourself. I have had some of the best orgasms of my life fantasizing about Vinnie and I am confident that if we could connect in the flesh there would be absolute fireworks. For now though, a trip across the country is not in the budget. We are struggling college students after all.

Neither of us can remember whose idea this little competition was, but it’s going to be great. We have four weeks to see who could cram the most calories down their throat and gain the most weight. Not only are we going to push ourselves harder than ever before to blow up our waistlines, but we are going to publish the whole thing online. Our plan is to each post a weekly progress pic on Tumblr, while sharing more detailed updates on Patreon. Behind the paywall there will be daily food diaries, videos, and much more photos.

I’m beyond excited but, to be honest, I’m a little nervous that Vinnie could win given his propensity for short term gains. I know he’s been itching for an excuse to do GOMAD too. He talks about it constantly and I’m confident he’s gonna dive right in. I could do the same, but dairy is rough on my stomach and I’m nervous it could derail my gains altogether. Perhaps, I’ll go heavy on the carbs. Pasta for days! I mean, nothing stacks it on like full fat milk and cream, but also slow and steady always wins the race.

And sure, there’s no losers if we’re both gaining. It’s just that I have such a competitive streak…