#Fatspo: Chapter 4

One month later

Louis swallowed the last hefty gulp of his milkshake and let out a powerful belch. He could almost feel the sugary concoction piling atop the burger and fries already resting in his stomach. It was 9pm and this was his fourth meal of the day. He lay in bed completely nude while admiring the sloping mountain of pale dough that rested atop his abdomen. He rubbed its soft contours contentedly as his stomach attempted to digest another fattening meal.

For the last month Louis was intentionally trying to gain weight with great success. Another twenty pounds of lard pushed him into an overweight BMI and definite chubby guy territory. Since he had started making cooking videos Louis had put on forty five pounds of chub and looked like a new man. He was now fat all over, with fresh pudge expanding in places he couldn’t have imagined.

For example, his hands were looking softer and the back of his neck had a subtle roll. The inside of his thighs had ballooned and now rubbed together with a powerful friction that made waiting tables all the more excruciating. And the parts of him that he had expected to grow larger had taken on a life of their own. His belly was its own appendage, changing the shape of his silhouette, constantly bumping into things, and somehow always asking for more food. His love handles were firm and authoritative, becoming as wide as his shoulders. Perhaps his favorite part was his rump that balanced the heaviness and roundness of his gut.

Naturally, Louis was now sharing his growth regularly on social media. His follower count steadily rose day after day as he posted more and more about his growing body. He had lost a portion of his followers who were naturally dismayed by watching such a young and attractive twink grow piggish. But the followers he gained… they were true fans. Louis now received dozens of comments on every post and his DMs became as bloated as his belly.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that the community that was coalescing around his account had to do with fat fetishism.These were men who wanted to watch other men grow large and they were eager to share Louis’ progress all over Tumblr, Instagram, and another platform called Grommr.

Louis was intimidated by this at first and hesitant to dive head first into a fetish community. He feared being blacklisted from the mainstream influencer economy of which he so yearned for inclusion. Still, fans were fans regardless of why they clicked follow and Louis saw potential in this new community he’d uncovered despite the taboo. He believed that if he played his cards right then he could parlay his gainer fame into something more palatable with general audiences.

Laying in bed, he snapped a photo of his gut and posted it online before reaching around his beloved asset to jerk off. With so much attention directed to his physicality, Louis was horny more often than he used to be. Even when he was cooking or eating he knew that it would result in weight gained which would result in attention online and he would find himself becoming aroused.

The next morning Louis awoke to a chorus of his followers demanding that he create an OnlyFans account. Somehow, this thought had never occurred to him even though it seemed quite obvious now. Even widely known mainstream influencers were launching OnlyFans and with the devoted following of admirers he had amassed Louis was confident he could make some serious coin.

While chomping down on his three course breakfast in front of his computer, Louis went through the steps of registering with OnlyFans. It took longer than he expected and he found the information they requested somewhat invasive compared to other platforms. Still, he signed up without a second thought. By the time he finished eating his account was waiting to get approved. Louis looked down at the belly pushing forward into his lap and against the edge of his desk. He squeezed it in both hands causing the fat to bulge out around his fingers. “You’re going to be a real money maker,” he whispered.

Two days later his account was approved and Louis was orchestrating his first photoshoot. He found himself struggling. Photography and videography, beyond sitting in front of a laptop camera, was not his strong suit. He now understood why people went to school for this. Louis had set up a stool in front of a DSLR and attempted to mimic some pin up poses and other images he’d found online.

Posing was also hard. He needed his belly to stick out dramatically, his package to hang with gusto, his ass to look round and delectable, and his back to remain arched. This was not easy for someone who spent most of their life slumped over a computer stuffing their face.

Wearing a too-small jock strap that accentuated his muffin top, Louis finally hit his stride as the shutter clicked. Holding a can of whipped cream to his lips he coquettishly teased the camera while feeling up his plush belly and rump. He was even getting aroused himself. His cock was beginning to fill with blood making his package look all the more impressive. As he unleashed a line of whipped cream down his softening chest the door knob to his room turned. Louis’ roommate opened the door.

“Woah!” his roommate bellowed.

“Fuck!” Louis exclaimed.

The door slammed shut.