Gainer House

Chapter 1

You always dreamed of being big. You'd dream of growing out of your clothes, getting a massive frame that bounced around, and being the very definition of fat. A common dream for someone of your interests, but you didn't just want to be big, you wanted to be MADE big. You wanted someone to transform your very life into hedonistic bliss. You wanted to relinquish control, but your life had other plans, leaving you an average weight with no direction or indication you'd ever see that fantasy through. That was until you met Warren.

Warren and you had met through messaging online. Internet safety made you cautious at first, going slow in interactions and making sure you weren't being catfished by some random weirdo. To the favor of your luck, the two of you had hit it off on video/audio calls and even a few in-person hang outs to be solid friends. Once you both were established into your relationship, that's when the conversation shifted into gaining. Warren, as you had expected, was an encourager, and you, of course, an unrealized potential gainer. Warren pitched an idea for you to finally see through to your long sedated dream, but it was one that actually seemed plausible.

Being well established already, Warren had accumulated enough money to pay off a mortgage on a quaint but sizable cottage on the outskirts of town. He was able to work from home and have it touched up and modernized despite it mostly being around rural pastures. He offered for you to move in with him at zero rent. When you insisted on giving some fraction of the cost, he wanted something else as repayment.

He wanted control.

You'd tell your friends and family that you're "taking at least a year off with a friend to go on a spiritual journey to find yourself" and that "contact on the retreat would be minimal", as Warren didn't want to make this scenario worry any of your loved ones. The reality, however, is that you would live with Warren while he had complete control of your diet, your lifestyle, and your limits. You'd eat whatever he put in front of you, take on any calorie or food challenges he could think of, and be a dedicated feedee all until he felt you were big enough. Luckily for you, your job was offering remote part time transfers, which given your seniority put you first in line for the position.

Once your transfer was unceremoniously secured, you ecstatically called Warren and asked when the earliest you could move in was. Without missing a beat, he told you he was on his way to pick you up.

You left your apartment with your lease expired and your belongings packed away in storage. A new life was on the horizon, and it started with a trip through the Drive Thru...