Chapter 3 - converging weights

A stepped on the scale. Having her diet controlled as it was, she knew fairly well where she was at. 124. Almost a quarter of her original weight was added to her petite frame as fat. She was turned on, and she was ready to eat. Over the next month, she went through several variations of weight gain shakes. Her metabolism was slowing, but not quickly enough for her. She attended the classes she needed to, but she went out of her way to get additional naps in throughout the day in order to burn as few calories as possible.

November

Within that month, she had gained an additional five pounds. Just over one pound per week was something, but she wanted to find a way to speed up her gain. Her growing curves couldn’t come fast enough for her. Speaking of her curves, everything had grown. Her butt had to have taken on half the weight - she had a pair of shorts which now looked like too-tight underwear. What once covered her butt by at least an inch and a half now left half of each cheek exposed. Her love handles gently spilled over the waistband, and she could get a hip crease to start with just the slightest lean while standing up.

While researching ways to grow faster, she looked into various shake recipes. With her metabolism slowing, she was able to shift towards maximizing calories and away from sugars and saturated fats. She found a gain powder that packed a massive 1,600 calories per serving. When coupled with half-n-half, she could get over 2,000 calories per shake. When coupled with heavy cream, she got over 3,400 calories per shake. Almost 2,000 calories over her BMR, and all from just one shake. She could still eat three full meals on top of this! At $5 per serving, this wasn’t a small investment. It was close enough to the price of one drink from her favorite coffee shop though, so she purchased three tubs of it - enough for her to have one shake a day for a month.


B was in the full swing of physical therapy. It was going very well, but he still noted a significant reduction in muscle mass. He was lean, toned, and fit; not something he was ashamed of. He just wasn’t as strong as he wanted to be.

Over the month after discovering videos of feedees, he had found several to follow. Many would gain for a bit, cash out, then disappear. He didn’t mind. It was still fun to watch their progress. One in particular had managed to go from only 100 lbs to almost 130 in just the time in which he had been injured. She posted excellent comparisons - something he really enjoyed. It was incredible to see this girl in her red dress that she said she bought right when she started gaining. It had buttons all along the sides, and she was visibly straining each of them. Her fat bulged through the areas between the buttons. It was a beautiful sight to him.

With three months of no significant exercise, he decided to weigh in again. 152. Another five pounds lost. He was shrinking while the girls he was watching were growing.


December

The shakes were doing their job, but A’s metabolism was still fighting her. She took a break from being constantly stuffed to eat normoally, but she supplemented with shakes to gain. Still managed to gain six pounds within the last month, she was now 135. The reduced pace of eating had given her metabolism a chance to slow down as well, but not yet as much as she wanted. At times, the shakes were a bit much for her; in the first week, she only managed to drink two of them. By the fourth week of shakes, she was able to have a shake, water-based, almost daily.

“About 8,000 extra calories this week! I just need to shift over to half-n-half, and I can really turn up my gaining.” She was confident now that she could truly start to gain. Unfortunately for her, it was time to head home for the holidays. She was going to be surrounded by family and friends, and gain powder would be difficult to justify when she was noticeably pudgier than the last time they had seen her. She would simply suck in and enjoy as much food as was put in front of her.



That was it! Physical therapy was done! So much of B’s free time had been spent in physical therapy, and the rest of it was being spent on this new, fascinating world in which people got fat on purpose. He didn’t consider himself a feeder, and he certainly wasn’t a feedee. Fat admirer seemed to suit him best, but it was really the change that excited him the most. Seeing women of stereotypical Western beauty add on more than half of their original body weight in fat was now one of his favorite sights. Still, he was hesitant to wrap his “real” life into his new fetish. Mostly lurking, he would occasionally comment, like, or reblog a post.

He noticed that the woman who was now his favorite feedee was strangely absent. She had seemed to be getting really excited and dedicated to her gain, and then poof! Nothing for several weeks. As a no-face stranger on the internet, he really didn’t expect any kind of response, but there was no harm in reaching out. He decided ask if she had managed to keep up with her plan on the shakes in her intermission. He sent the message with no expectation of a reply and went about his day.

Not yet being ready to fully return to working out, he kept up his healthy diet and worked at his desk every day. Not needing as many nutrients for healing, he scaled back his intake and only ate when he was hungry. He knew he was still fit, but he was also regretting the idea of returning to working out. Hitting the gym or a trail at the pace he would have done pre-crash would be too much for him, and he was avoiding that disappointment. This went on for another month, and he knew that waiting longer would only make working out harder.