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I’ve started working out recently with particular focus on my pecs and arms. My justification? Let me give it to you in the form of a few questions. When it comes to moobs, is it not believed that bigger is better? And would it not be better if the underlying chest were stronger, more filled out, and wider?
I rest my case.
Anyways, all the weight loss I’m doing now will just make the feeding and gaining it all back all the better once I have a feeder. The best gains are the ones that start with a relatively fit body, so you can see all the progress the whole time. Plus gaining will be much easier for me. I’ve already expanded my stomach with my own gaining and I have gotten used to feeling overfilled, I have experience. I’ll gain faster and likely be able to blow past all my old plateaus because I won‘t have preexisting fat stealing calories that could be used to make new fat cells! When you lose weight you don’t really kill off any fat cells, you just shrink them; all that fat will be sleeping dormant in my body, waiting for an excess of calories with which it can bloat up to be even bigger than ever before! Urgh! I’m starting to feel extra hungry! Maybe I shouldn’t write about gaining, getting fat, and gorging on calorie-laden delicacies when I’m still losing weight! 😆
If you are a feeder and are looking to fatten me up, or if you just want to talk, shoot me a message and let’s get to know each other.
On days like today I wish I had stockpiled more food. I really want to stuff myself day after day and watch the exquisite changes that occur with the accumulation of fat day after day! The little fat roll folds above my love handles are back when I stand up straight, I can’t wait to see my love handles grow to the point that I have little fat rolls all over all the time.
What I really want is a nice lady to come and feed me, help me stuff everything in even after chocolate has become too tedious and the tastes get monotone. I want someone to see the changes with me, appreciate it all just as much as I do, and give me more of a reason to stay the course. I just want to make someone happy with who I am and what I do.
Thinking of getting a bunch of shirts from Goodwill and just trying to wear progressively smaller and smaller shirts until I find the smallest one I feel comfortable wearing in public.
The other day this couple came in to my place of work. The guy was fatter than I was, but a bit more muscular, and his girlfriend was just some regular lady. They looked so happy together. I must admit, I was quite jealous.
I’m quite lonely. I’d like to meet a girl who makes it okay to be fat and to gain. Someone I know will be happier as I get fatter, and who will always love me and stay with me regardless of my size. Someone who would help my confidence in my body. I know that’s a bit much to ask, but I just want to have someone who cares about me and is happy to be with me.
Got a small shirt today and tried on some different outfits after work. A bit girly, I know, but hey- I look pretty nice with a size S just barely covering my belly! If I wore a number like that in public I’m pretty sure it’d drive all the ladies crazy! 😎😆
Question is, what kind of crazy are we talking about? I not sure I really want my flab to drive people insane in a cosmic horror / Lovecraftian sort of way, although that might be pretty cool. I’d be the friendly neighborhood eldritch fat boy. Yeah, I’ve decided: If I can drive people insane, the details don’t matter, it would make me ten times cooler.
{out on a hypothetical blind dinner date} Myself: So what is your opinion on T H E B I G T H I C C ? Woman: I’ve not much experience with them and as such have not, as of yet, developed an opinion. Myself: But surely you’ve seen some? Woman: Indeed I have. Myself: How then have you refrained from the formulation of some feeling about the subject? Woman: I do not know, is this subject of some import to you? Myself: I will say that my feelings on this subject are precisely that of the most average person. Woman: I doubt the veracity of that statement. I believe you hold a very specific opinion in regards to the subject. (Myself begins to blush with quiet panic and poorly concealed embarrassment.) Myself: I doubt I’ve given you any reason to believe that. Woman: Quite the contrary. First of all, you were the one who so excitedly brought up the topic; secondly, you’ve been consuming your large meal at a voracious pace; and finally… (Woman sneak her hand over to the bottom of Myself’s tightly stretched shirt and to grab and pinch the top of Myself’s muffin-top. A knowing smile spreads across her face.) Woman: …you seem to be trying to become one with T H E B I G T H I C C ! Myself: I must confess, your ability to correlate these facts has led you to the truth. Do you find this revelation perturbing? Woman: This may come as some surprise to you, but no, I do not. I would like to offer my aid towards your pursuit of this goal. Myself: I find this outcome to be very desirable.
You can be losing weight and STILL be a gainer, even if the weight loss is intentional! You simply have to go to your local thrift store and try on all of the smallest form fitting clothing. Goodwill can really help sate that hunger!
I <i>will</i> be talking about how awesome the 555 Timer Integrated Circuit Chip is and all the things you can make with one (among other things only I could ever find interesting) in between sips of my gainer shake!
This will continue until either I am filled with so much fattening food that it hurts to move, or you start issuing so compliments that I become so flattered and bashful that I can’t talk. The choice is yours!
Piggy's not allowed to speak unless they're begging to be fed