Chapter 3

What a wonderful progression James had made. From a point at which Sarah had despaired that he was doomed to join the malnourished ranks of most men, he had now blossomed easily to 220lbs without much encouragement. This was roughly around his natural weight and returned easily, but further pounds did not appear without some effort, he discovered. So like all problems, he applied himself eagerly. Sarah was ecstatic to see the enthusiasm with which he threw himself into this new goal of 240lbs. He ate. He ate. And he ATE. Breakfast evolved from cereal to Sarah waking up early to cook him a fry-up - sausages, rashers, toast and a fried egg every morning. She ensured he had nice treats to nibble on during the day, he would put away a pack of cashew nuts easily and would buy a hot chicken roll at the canteen smothered in mayo. Dinner was inevitably something like pasta carbonara, made with copious quantities of egg yolks and olive oil. Sarah baked deserts as often as she could, discovering an unfound talent for producing moist brownies, warming apple crumbles and sweet cupcakes. Sarah encouraged him by providing the food, but would only feed him at his request.

Others certainly noticed that James was piling on the pounds after his initial loss. Most were too polite to tease, simply attributing his rapid gain to the perils of a fad diet. With five weeks of such a generous diet, James finally had come back to his starting weight of 230lbs. He was personally delighted with proceedings. What a joy to finally eat and not worry about pleasing a woman with a smaller size that didn’t feel natural to him, that thrill he felt when every time he stepped on the scales and it read a higher number. He restricted himself to a max of a weekly weigh-in, or else he would be simply obsessing over minor fluctuations. After that fateful discovery on the internet of this lipophilic subculture, James felt he could definitively say he was a ‘gainer’. He adored every aspect of weight gain and he looked forward to finally surpassing his previous highest weight. He focused on their previously discussed 240lb goal.

Two weeks later and the two of them had been so busy in the college and had neglected to focus on recording his gains as diligently. They both tried to document the whole process with photos and by regularly taking measurements, which delighted Sarah endlessly. He stood on the scales and with absolute disappointment read ‘231‘.

“Cheer up, we have lots of time!” Sarah encouraged, seeing his crestfallen expression.

The following week, James mounted the scales once more and, with frustration, saw ‘231’ staring mockingly at him. This slump clearly required extra work, so James applied himself with further gusto to every meal, always trying to force down seconds. This was no longer just a sexual enhancement, it had become a personal battle. Sarah watched on, exasperated (but certainly enjoying it!), to see his competitive streak emerge. Further aids were employed, like James started taking gainer shakes, first just at night, then to a morning shake also.

The next week, Sarah coaxed him to try a weigh in, but her refused stubbornly

“I’m not weighing myself till I feel bigger and that’s that” he declared

She rolled her eyes, but let him go about his gain however he liked. She watched his progress with fascination. She noted all of his clothing becoming increasingly tighter. Everytime he sat down she imagined one of the buttons of his tight shirt snapping off with the strain. Though she told him he was definitely girthier, he refused to weigh himself until he was satisfied.

Finally, three weeks later, he admitted he had won the battle of the bulge, when he headed to town to buy the next size up in trousers and shirts, on a whim, he opted to get an extra size bigger, just in case. He returned home gleefully and stepped up to the scale where, to both if their surprise, the scale proudly read ‘250’. He leapt up in the air with excitement and Sarah watched ,with her libido intensifying, as his flesh wobbled so much more than it had done only a few weeks ago. She pulled out her camera and took snaps of her new big fat boy. His belly now extended substantially over his hip bones. His old t-shirts, when he tried them on, rode up over his stomach and exposed his rotund potbelly. New stretch marks adorned his hips and the front of his abdomen. Each a medal for a courageous gain. His chest and arms where softer, but still masculine. His back had began to form two grooves above either hip where his paunch had started to pull his weight with the flow of gravity. He was beautiful, beyond what Sarah could ever have imagined. She hugged him and noted with delight, that fitting her arms around his thick midriff was increasingly difficult. Sarah was perfectly content with her new hunk of flesh, but James had already started to wonder to himself “What next?!”.