Fakes. Nothing annoys me more than fakes. Fake fatties, fake gainers, fake feeders. Fraudulent men with fake bellies, with cushions stuffed up their t-shirts. They say they wanna get fat, they say they wanna feed ya, then all they do is sit around all day pulling it to AI generated images of teenage boys and girls with unrealistic protruding guts that are so fucking obviously fake. Then they probably go to the gym and hang with their fake friends where they take fake selfies pushing out their fake bellies so that they can post them to more fake friends on Insta or Snap ‘em with other fake gainers who lie to ‘em and tell ‘em how fat they’re gonna get. Even worse is the Mpregs, so obviously fake. And the Furries. Oh, you’re a fat pregnant male ostrich are you? Well get your thick fucking head out of the sand you fucking fake. I’m not like them. I’m a real boy, with a real belly. Not one of these perverted online losers who dreams of metamorphosing from an otter into a bear or any other damn cute little animal. I’m a real boy, I ain’t no Peter Pan and I ain’t no Robin Hood. I’ve never asked no one to morph a picture of me. I don’t need to. I ain’t into no fan art either. God, that shit annoys me. Here’s fat Ash and fat fucking Pickachu. Not into that? Why not try fat Kyle and fat Kenny or fat Bart Simpson? Bit fucking young ain’t ‘e? You fucking fake perv. The internet’s fucking full of fat anime guys and girls, but it’s alright ain’t it, cos they’re just cartoons, they’re just fakes. Till you find yourself stroking the snake to a Shutterstock image of a fat kid eating a burger.

I’ve gone too far. I do that sometimes. I’m Cody and I go too far. That’s how I should maybe start introducing myself. So as to warn people. So that they don’t get too offended. I just get so annoyed. The online world irritates me. I should also let you know that I’m a real gainer. I ain’t no fake. I love to eat and I love to do it in order to get fatter. I got a real pot belly, a real developing Dadbod. I only eat unhealthy food and I only drink carbonated drinks. Anything else would just be fraudulent. I ain’t ever bloated myself on water and I ain’t ever going to. And as for sticking a bike pump up my flabby ass, well you can damn well forget about that. My ass is a one way street! Well it ain’t, but you know what I mean. I ain’t one for air. It takes up too much space that could be better put to use for food storage.

I’ll give you an example of what I mean. I was staying downtown cos I was trying to avoid my folks. I’d gotten kicked out of yet another restaurant and didn’t quite know how to tell ‘em, so I checked myself into this middlin’ hotel for a few nights. Plan was to stay in my room and eat and goon. But I soon got bored of that after the first dozen take outs so I started swipin’ on the app like you do. Came across this cute little femboy called Danni with a pear shaped ass, said she wanted to feed me till I was a human balloon and then fuck me. We chatted for a bit and then I gave her my room number. I was already full to excited after my take outs and stood admiring myself in the mirror. My distended gut was already beautifully swollen and I stroked the underside of it dreaming about how very big she was gonna make me. I’d taken off my t-shirt in preparation so that I was just wearing my cargo shorts and green hunting hat. My muffin top looked swell and I knew that I was going to impress her with how much I could eat. When she messaged to say that she was at the door I was so excited that my legs started shaking. I opened the door and she looked so beautiful, smiling, and holding a massive bag of Chinese. She was perfectly clean shaven with the smoothest skin I’d ever seen and wonderful deep brown eyes. She wore a skin tight red dress that allowed me to see the outline of her semi-hard cock and her hips swung like a pendulum tantalising me to the point of starvation. She insisted that I sit on the bed and started to stroke the top of my belly without saying anything. I was enjoying it so much that I was surprised when she popped a whole chicken ball into my mouth. It filled my entire oral cavity and I was so dumbfounded that I forgot to start chewing. She kissed my paunchy cheek which set my mouth into motion and I swallowed the first of twenty portions of the deep fried sweet and sour poultry. It felt so luxurious to be fed by another boy. To not only eat much more than necessary but to do it for your own and someone else's pleasure. As my belly swelled she kissed it so soft and tender like that I couldn’t believe it. It tickled nicely and I knew I wanted more. She also bought me Szechuan pork with mushroom fried rice. She expertly fed me the greasy pork and bell peppers with chop sticks whilst playing with my doughy chest. My moobs had just begun to overhang the sides of my belly and I could feel the little ridges of her tongue as she titillated my soft new fat rolls. I downed a can of coke after the main and she giggled like a schoolgirl when I burped loudly in her face. She sat on my lap and straddled my belly, lifting it up with both hands and pushing the fat together to make it stick out even further in the middle. I had real gut ache by now but I was more concerned with how odd it felt to have another boy sitting on my boner. I could feel that pear shaped ass grinding against my cock and it made me feel queasy. But I knew I could eat more, and Danni demanded it. She had bought banana fritters for dessert. Twenty of them to match the chicken balls I had for a starter. More deep fried extravagance. I don’t really know how much I ate that night but it must have been at least eight thousand calories. I chewed and swallowed them as quickly as I could as Danni got more into me. Her arms were wrapped around my middle so that she could feel just how round I was. She pawed over my thick love handles and sagging back fat. For the first time, she french kissed me. Her tongue wiped itself over the top of mine. It cleared all of the high fat banana mush that I was about to swallow from my tongue and stole it into her mouth. I looked at her gone out but she just smiled and winked and fed the mush back to me, her tongue gently brushing it back on top of mine. I swallowed as quick as I could. There was no way I was gonna let another boy eat any of my food. When I finished the last of it she stood back and we both admired my mountainous gut. It was by far the most I’d ever eaten. She’d kept her promise, I was a real human balloon. My belly was so bloated, so inflated, that I felt like it could have floated away, if only it weren’t so fucking full and heavy. I wanted to jack it so fucking badly! I was just dreamin’ about this when she pulled up her red dress and her giant hard uncut cock flopped up and out. She waved it at me and then turned around and bared her ass. She bent over so far that I could see her actual asshole. It was as well shaven as her face but it was red and raw. I started to feel angry and when she said that she wanted to ride my cock, that she wanted me to fuck her while she hung on to my giant ball belly, well that’s when I really lost it. She was just another fucking fake. Nothing more than a fake ass, time wastin’, internet troll, who hadn’t bothered to read my profile. I said that I was a bottom. What the absolute fuck! When I called her a fraud she even got the nerve up to be angry with me. Called me a timewaster! And even tried to demand that I pay her for all of the food that she bought! Well, that just caused me to go nuts, and when I said that he was just another goddam fake he punched me in the face! No one had ever hit me before so I was rather taken aback, however once he left I managed to compose myself enough to have the goddam best wank of my life. I came so hard that I thought I was gonna shit myself.

I first knew that I was into gaining, like really into gaining, the first time that I had the dream. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a recurring dream but they can be quite vivid. At first I thought I was in a barn, tied up like a hog, above a length of guttering. But I soon realised that it was too small to be a barn and that I wasn’t tied up like a hog, I was a hog. A real fat pig trapped in his sty. The farmer was shooting cupcakes at me and it was my job to catch them in my mouth and eat them before they fell down into the guttering and were washed away forever. I was pretty good at it like I am most computer games, and I managed to eat at least three quarters of them. I watched the ones I missed fall away below me and noticed that they had little faces, sad little crying faces that called out to me in desperation. The cupcakes wanted to be eaten, they needed it. They needed me. They needed to be a part of my belly, to turn into my fat. To layer themselves around my abdomen, ass, and thighs. I was the gainer in the sty.

I spent another two nights in the hotel but no longer felt like staying in after my negative experience with Danni. So instead of laying on the bed and gorging I decided to cruise the town for fast food joints and all you can eat speakeasies. I stuffed myself on pizza and ramen, burgers and tacos, kimchi and curry. In one place I met these women, three big breasted broads from the Midwest. I tried to impress them with how many bags of chips I could eat. I had eight packets of cheese Doritos and washed them down with just as many colas but they were more interested in some rumour that Kevin James had been seen in the same restaurant the night before. Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with fake ass celebrities? I flashed them a slice of my newly expanded side moob but they just giggled between themselves. When they showed no interest in how tight fitting my t-shirt now was I had to leave. People are so goddam fake crazy about what they perceive other fake people to be doin’ that they don’t pay no goddam attention to the real people in front of ‘em.

I decided to go back to my parents. I was gettin’ to be super hungry again and it’s not like they can be that pissed at me? I mean it’s not like I’ve never been chucked outa a restaurant before.