(Extreme Male Weight Gain)
The first "incident" happened a few years ago. Well, the media called it an incident, but it was very much intentional. And it was very much caused by me.
"What the hell is a 'feeder'?"
It was those words that caught my attention, eating breakfast on a random Tuesday morning. I looked up from my phone to see my College roommate, Jarod, staring at his phone with a confused expression on his face.
I knew the answer to that question. I loved fat guys - gainers specifically. I couldn't help that I was attracted to fat men, and only wanted to see them blow up with more fat. Of course I knew what a feeder was, but having that interest isn't exactly publicly accepted so I kept that to myself.
I shrugged at Jarod, lying. I saw that he switched from his dating app to Google to find the answer to his question.
"Someone who wants to encourage weight gain in their partner through the consumption of food... huh. Well that's fucking gross, who'd want to do that?"
Ah yes, there was the typical response to that question. I guess it wasn't that surprising, it didn't seem too common to find people interested in fat guys, especially on dating apps. But it was a bit surprising that Jarod was so openly fatphobic.
"What could anyone possibly benefit from being an obese slob? Heh, who'd willingly choose to be an actual waste of space?"
Okay, that one hit a nerve. Fat men are beautiful. I love huge overhanging bellies, asses that swallow up seats, the vast quantities of food that can be eaten in one sitting. Fat men were the furthest thing from being a waste of space - please take up as much space as you can! I want to lay on that warm flab, and fondle some rolls and give belly rubs while you stuff your face...
"Ugh, yeah this is absolutely fucked up. Wow I really wish I could unlearn this. Some people get so huge that they become bed bound. Disgusting."
Still trapped in my own fantasies, I began to wonder what a world would be like if being fat was accepted, encouraged even. Glancing over at Jarod, I bet even he would look good with a couple hundred pounds on him...
"Man, I... wh-what?"
I was too focused on imagining a fatter Jarod to realize that he was actually fattening up right in front of me. His belly began to push against the table, back growing wider than his seat, thighs thickening up and spreading apart, and even moobs forming and resting on his new paunch.
It was here that I snapped back to reality and saw my roommate, easily pushing 300 pounds now. He was quiet and confused, with almost a glazed expression in his eyes. We sat in silence as I marveled in his new body. I was just as confused as he was... did I do this?
He then picked up his phone to reopen that dating app, and to my surprise he was replying to that guy from earlier.
"YES PLEASE. FEED ME."
I don't know why or how, but the only conclusion I could come up with is that I have a superpower. Now of course it sounds incredibly niche and maybe I'm not out fighting crimes like in the comic books, but I hatched a wonderfully ironic way to battle fatphobia. In a twisted way to contribute to a new era of body positivity, I decided to specifically seek out gays on dating apps with "no fats" or any sort of fatphobic profiles, pretend I was interested in spending a night out, and then make them fat.
Jarod was my test run. My second attempt was with a 220-pound bodybuilder, who went to bed that night instead weighing a very belly-centric 450 pounds. My third attempt was a lanky guy who broke his bed frame and looked like a sumo wrestler when I left his apartment.
