A Little Dough

The Fat Boy Diet

I hadn't yet made the decision to more actively gain weight, so I didn't tell Vance anything. In the meantime however, Tumblr became the focus of my online searching. Eventually, through looking for tasty and fattening food, I found an account called The Fat Boy Diet, an account with several pages of recipes for gainers. My belly growled as I looked through the recipes, crying out for the delicious food in the pictures. On one of my days off, I broke. I wrote down all of the ingredients for a bunch of recipes that I wanted to try and went to different stores to get everything. In addition, I invited Vance over since I knew he'd want to watch me make and eat everything.

The first thing I made when we were both at my house was a 30k calorie gainer shake, thick and very fattening. It was a lot, but I made it first so I could drink it while I made everything else. I drank a good few gulps and felt it hit the bottom of my stomach and slosh around, making me burp.

"Ooh that's hea- ~urp~ excuse me, that's heavy," I said, patting my belly.

Vance came up behind me and picked my gut up, smiling.

"All that sugar will add pounds onto this flab," he said.

"Not to mention all the other dishes I'm gonna make," I said, "laden with fat and carbs,"

"My lord, Brendan...."

"You're just dying to see me get even fatter, aren't you?" I said before gulping down more shake. "You can't wait until this belly gets too big for your hands to hold all at once~"

He poked my belly and laughed, smiling.

"You're right, I want this to be extra full by the end of the night~"

"Your wish is my command," I said, grabbing ingredients out of bags.

I started making a bacon mac and cheese pie, tweaking it to my own fatty desires. I added cheese and extra bacon to the mac and cheese itself, and I drizzled barbecue sauce over the top when it was done. Vance cut me a big, thick slice, probably about a sixth of the whole thing, and fed it to me. It was delicious and I learned that I love being fed!

It took a while to make everything I wanted to make, and after I tried all of it, I asked Vance to feed me. He didn't disappoint, packing the maximum amount of food and shake into my gut as possible with gentle encouragement and belly rubs.

"I hope you choose to start gaining again," Vance said, stuffing another s'mores cupcake in my mouth, "I'd love to do this again and buy your snacks at work~"

I nodded while I ate the cupcake in my mouth, letting out a big burp.

"Excuse me," I said before continuing, "of course I'll start gaining again! My fat is so soft and heavy, and I love squeezing my rolls and finding stretch marks~"

Vance beamed at me and I hugged him, my belly gurgling loudly at the extra pressure.

"I think I've had too much food," I said, laughing.

"Maybe," he replied, "but it'll stretch your capacity so you can eat more next time,"

"You can be sure I'll stuff myself until I'm this full every day," I said, rubbing my belly.

"I can't wait to watch you outgrow everything~"

"I can't either!"

My eating reached a new level after that, to the point where I had a junk food basket in my car for work and I always had an extra-large soda from QT in a cupholder. While in-shop, I drank lots of soda and Vance got me food constantly. At home, I always had something fattening to eat within arm's reach and I gorged myself into a food coma every night for dinner. A lot of nights, in fact, I had three dinners! One when I bought myself a couple sandwiches and sides on my break, one when Vance ordered me food, and one when I got home right before I went to sleep.

Obviously, the number on the scale started going up rapidly. My ass and thighs started bursting out of pants, my belly started showing under shirts, and the sleeves of some shirts started to choke my flabby arms. My moobs were starting to hang as well, being more defined by my smaller shirts. I couldn't hide that I was fat anymore, and I loved it!

The day before a mandatory meeting after work, I decided to try on all of my old formal clothes when Vance was over. He pulled button-ups out of the back of the closet while I grabbed pairs of slacks, more seeing if my weight gain would cause me to burst out of any of them than seeing if they fit. We both knew nothing would really fit, but it was fun to try to wiggle my fatass into clothes nonetheless!

I couldn't button the first shirt without sucking in, and getting the slacks on was a struggle. Eventually, I did get both on, but the instant I relaxed my gut two buttons popped and the inseams of my pants ripped where my massive thighs were stretching the seams. We both giggled as I got the ripped pants off and unbuttoned the shirt, all of my fat jiggling.

Almost all of the clothes did that, ripping and popping buttons. I loved seeing just how much fatter I had gotten since prom, as I tore the sleeves of the undershirt along with popping buttons, tearing both seams on the pants, and not being able to zip the pants.

"Alright, that's all of them," Vance said, "you broke or tore everything!"

"Then it's time to go to the store to get new clothes, huh?" I said happily.