To hell with it! I want to get fatter. I want to be huge.
I weigh myself to see what we're starting with: 75kg. I immediately start wondering what I'll look like at 100kg, 150kg...
I Google how to gain weight. It's simple enough. I need to consume more calories than I burn in a day, choosing calorie dense foods so I pack in the calories without filling my stomach to capacity so quickly that I can't eat anymore. Cutting down on exercise won't be too hard with my office job. Instead of doing the 15 minute walk across town each day, though, I start driving to work. Now I'm really doing no exercise.
I find a recipe for a high calorie banana and peanut butter smoothie. When I make it, I add a couple of tablespoons of Nutella as well to make it extra fattening. I start drinking two of these a day, one with breakfast, the other as soon as I get home from work.
That day when I decided to become a gainer, I went to McDonald's for supper. I had already calculated that 9 chicken selects, a large fries, large chocolate shake and a cookie would give me roughly and entire day's worth of recommended calories in a single meal. I'd already eaten normally that day and the thought of adding to that with over 2,000 calories in a single sitting excited me a lot.
After collecting my order, I sat down and slowly made my way through the meal, savouring each bite, not wanting to fill up too soon. When I finished all the food, I gave a satisfied belch. I still had some shake left and decided to finish that in the car on my way home, chugging the last of it down while waiting at a red light.
After that, I began going to McDonald's every other day, ordering the same meal and filling myself up with all those calories. After a week of doing this and having those two banana and peanut butter smoothies each day, I had put on a couple of kilograms and had a permanent belly sticking out in front of me. It felt good and looked good and I loved rubbing my newly expanding gut.
That Friday, I decided not to eat in at McDonald's but take my food home so I could watch a program I liked on TV. As I unpacked the meal, a note fell out. It read:
Apologies if this is too forward or if I've got the wrong end of the stick, but I've been watching you come in for the last week, order the same thing and then eat all that food. I'm sorry but I have to ask: are you a gainer? Are you deliberately trying to get fatter? If so, I think that's so hot and I want to help you. I really admire the gains you've made already and want to help you get even fatter. As a start, to shown in genuine, I've snuck an extra cookie into your bag. Jake
Below this was a telephone number.
I checked inside the bag and sure enough, there were two cookies waiting for me inside, instead of just the one I'd ordered. As I began to eat my meal on the sofa in front of the TV, I debated whether I should message Jake or not. I wanted someone to share this gaining journey with me, but I also felt shy about sharing this aspect of myself. After all, gaining was all still so new to me.
In the end, I decided to...
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