Some of mine tie in together.
For me its more about multiple fantasies than one.
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I daydream about gaining so much that my family and friends are appalled. I don’t know a weight but definitely close to 300.
And then just eating to spite them even though I know I need to lose.
Then meeting someone who would encourage me to lose as close to I was when I was thin.
Thinking of terms of starting at 120’s and ending up well over 300.
Five feet tall and 300+ lbs sounds close to immobility. I don’t really think I want immobility. Although there are temporary ways to experience it.
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So losing from 300+ to 135 or so and all the excess flapy skin. Being disgusted with how I feel and look and how it looks like im melting. Then thinking I want to gain more but then the person I’m with wont allow me to gain. Instead they keep making me lose. This. Making my skin even more saggy. Still having a gut because of the excess skin.
Then the yo yo effect of gaining and losing until I have gained it all back and more.
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Along with this fantasy they would take me out in public like to the mall or park.
I would of course need a scooter or wheel chair to get very far.
Then being left standing in the middle of a big area and having trouble shuffling to a place to sit.
No bra…. And a shirt that’s so small it barely covers my upper tummy roll.
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With each step… waddle… shuffle of my feet my whole body would wobble and move like jello… especially my hips and breasts.
Skin tight leggings under my gut and my shirt too short.
I expect people would stare and whisper and take pics and videos.
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The worst part would be people I went to school with seeing me and then approaching me eventually. And giving backward compliments.
And hearing what they say as they walk away.
Hearing my phone ding with a notification from facebook and it being a video that someone uploaded and shared… and all the cutdowns.
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After almost 30 minutes to get to a bench that’s 60 feet away wanting to sit down and realizing that I have to make it up 3 steps.
Struggling with each step. Fighting back tears
All while the person who ruined my life is sitting not far away watching me.
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Finally making it to the bench and realizing that it’s so narrow that my hips have to squish into the arm rests and bulging over some.
Trying to get up my courage to walk to my scooter that I know is just out of reach.
Then,
A delivery guy shows up with food. He hands me a pizza in a box and I look at the person who brought me here and they nod and mouth, “eat it all and you can go”
I quickly swallow it all and now a bag of burgers are delivered… and again im told I can go when ive eaten it all. All that gets handed to me.
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Eventually eating some much I cant move.
My gut so full and tight that is pushing my breasts up and to my sides.
Upper cleavage almost touching my chin.
All the while people staring and laughing or in horror.
Hiding their childrens eyes as they walk quickly away.

As people dissipate I am left almost alone and he approach as tells me I did good and its almost time to go home. He then goes behind me and lifts my shirt till its under my massive boobs showing my entire belly.
He brings the scooter closer and I shuffle to it and sit down out of breath as I drive to our van.
Crying.
Knowing he has total control over me because I have no work skills and no energy.

Hi,
Mostly I love reading stories on here and chatting with a really cool writer.
Does anyone else have trouble keeping up with what new chapters have been added.
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Sometimes someone writes a story and adds more chapters later and i cant remember which ones i've already read.
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If you write 10 chapters today and then wait a few weeks or longer to add 2 more i cant remember where it left off.
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could you like put a date at the top that says "added on 11-25-202" or what ever the date is??

Yes.
I think so. My fantasy. I think I woukd not like being totally trapped all the time.
Being unable to move after a big meal woukd be all right. Not just after a crazy stuffing. Although that woukd cause temporary immobility too.

Just like a normal meal. Too full to move. You know... how you have to sit or lean back some to breath.

I have experimented with near immobility.. not tied up. Just weights and things like that

My personal fantasy would be right before immobility.
it scares me to think i would be trapped in a bed.
but to have a gut touching my thighs... a double gut. I think it would also be all right to not wear a bra because they are too expensive. I dont like wearing them now anyway.

HAving trouble getting out of the couch would be a major turn on.
boobs pressed up to my chin when i sit down.
Jiggle.. sway.

Define ugly?

really darkest fantasy starts well before college and with a relative but nothing really sexual but that wont fly here. I'll try to stay vague.
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I break up my brother and his GF. When he isnt around i tease her abut her weight. She is really self conscious and insecure.

One day he leaves his phone on the couch and I'm watching TV and she sends a text. I pick up the phone and text back pretending to be him and tell her that he is breaking it off because she is too fat.

She wont have anything to do with him after that. He figures it out and devises a plan to make me pay.

My oldest sister weighs a little over 480.
She had 4 kids and gained with each one and never lost her baby weight and gained more in between them.
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She has to gauge how many times she can get up from the bed or couch every day.
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She hasn't driven a car since about 100 lbs ago.
Originally I planned to gain 20 or so lbs and then convince her to lose some with me.
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We have both pretty much given up at this point on controlling our weight.

I've thought about this a lot recently.
I've always been athletic and recently broke my ankle. 3 titanium screws later and I'm still not getting around too well.
I used to walk or run or hike about every day and now i just feel like that part of my life is over.
I'm above 160 now and crave sugar like mad.
Never liked pasta before but it's comforting to feel full.
Not sure why that is?
i never thought i would be like this and really tried to stay fit and thin and like i said. yeh.

Doc says i'll prolly never run a half marathon again. The two people who are helping take care of me really havent helped me with my eating habits.
So
How fat would i like to be?
1. Not fat at all.
2. I'm taking it a pound at a time.
3. 200 seems impossible - but so did 150 a while ago.

1. You dont have to give an answer unless someone asks you a question.

2. It's no one business.

3. I would tell the person i trust the most and maybe let them get the word out.

4. People who aren't into gaining, like we are, wont understand so if what they think bothers you... well... come up with another reason that they will find acceptable.

The submissive gainer (pig)
You gain because you’re a submissive person, being told what to do or where to sit is just not enough for you, you need to be dominated on a much deeper level. You need someone to control every aspect of your life, even your food intake. They can decide when, what and how much food you eat, when and where to sleep and what to wear and evidently it all will start showing on your body. Growing fatter permanently for you master’s pleasure is the ultimate form of submission and you are dedicated to that cause and you won’t stop at anything until he’s happy, even if it means that you alter your body definitely.