A desire to fulfill

chapter 1

Since I was a kid, I’ve always wanted to be fat. The thought of me gorging on candy, sweets, and junk food was a total dream and desire for me. I can’t remember where this desire sparked, I just knew that one day I had to fulfill it. This desire grew bigger and bigger once I hit puberty. I still remember the first time I logged into different feeder sites, having this exposure to a fat-positive community made this unique desire pretty validating. Engaging with other people that shared this same goal of getting big was quite comforting, they gave me advice on how to achieve my goals and overall moral support. For some reason I held back on following this advice and, for quite the time, I remained as a fat admirer but, this desire was always aching in the back of my head.

Years passed after the discovery of my unique preference. I got a decent job in my country which allowed me to travel the world. I made a decent living out of it while it lasted. In later stages of said job I had the chance to work from home since I had a good performance in it, they let me choose the city I wanted to work from. This opportunity not only meant living a relaxing lifestyle, it meant I could finally fulfill this longtime desire I had. Without hesitation I chose a city in the United States, Los Angeles to be precise.

It didn’t take much for me to get used to the American lifestyle, but the cultural shock was there in the beginning: big cars, big roads, big malls, and big portion sizes. After all, they don’t lie when they say, “Everything’s bigger in America”. When I got to America I weighed around 140lbs and was 5’7” tall. Once I settled in and took everything in, I started to let go of myself. It started with a burger once every two days, a box of doughnuts every weekend, and a whole pizza every Friday night. As you can imagine this decadent diet plus sedentary lifestyle impacted my size tremendously in a matter of months. My once flat stomach ballooned into a respectable gut as well as my former lean chest which filled up to be a nice pair of moobs.

I was enjoying this American lifestyle more than anything, I enjoyed how big I was getting but, my desire wasn’t fulfilled just yet. A lot of friends from gainer sites were liking my progress, some of them tried to convince me to visit a pair of “All You Can Eat Buffets in Las Vegas”. Without hesitation, I packed my suitcase and took the first flight to Las Vegas. But before that I weighed myself to have a reference, the scale came back with a reading that satisfied me, 195lbs. I decided to go alone and do not meet up with anyone, after all, I wanted to stuff myself without caring about being recognized.

I checked in into a decent hotel, I took a shower, put on a button-up shirt (which fitted a little snug and a pair of pants), and went out to explore what Sin City had to offer. Before leaving my room I took a hunger enhancing pill, if I was going to stuff myself I had to be starving after all I didn’t care about gambling; I was there for the eating.

I went to a buffet a friend on a gainer site recommended, it was a long walk to get there but I managed to arrive, and thankfully, the hunger enhancing pill kicked in at the right moment. I was completely starving. I went to the buffet, the sheer size of the place shocked me, it was big. I paid the buffet fee, after that, a hostess showed me the way to my booth, and on the way, I glanced over at what they had to offer, it was a pretty varied menu; they served a variety of Italian food, American, Mexican, Japanese and Chinese to name a few and it looked like they had a wide selection of desserts. I sat down on my assigned booth; it was quite roomie for a person my size. I settled in for a bit and a strong hunger pang hit me, I was ready to let myself let loose.

I stood up from my booth and went straight to grab a plate. I fixed myself a plate with fried chicken drumsticks, mashed potatoes, gravy, fries, and biscuits. I went back to my booth with a drooling mouth. I grabbed a drumstick and they were absolutely delicious; the mashed potatoes were equally good, and the fries were amazing. I was chowing down the food on my plate, stuffing myself like no tomorrow. My plate was clean before I knew it. For some reason, my hunger was increasing instead of receding. I went back and forth to the buffet station, fixing plate after plate of spaghetti, lasagna, pizza, fries, hot dogs, more fries, waffle fries, steak, pulled pork, sliders, ribs, chicken chop suey, pineapple chicken, and even tacos. I felt myself getting bigger and heavier, each waddle back to the buffet station was getting more difficult as well as getting in and out of my booth. My button-up shirt was about to burst.

I felt even hungrier after all that stuffing, that hunger enhancement pill must’ve been too strong for me. I settled in for a while and to my surprise I was getting some attention from other tables, I couldn’t give a damn about them, I came here to enjoy some food. My stomach gurgled… it was time for dessert. I stood up from my booth once again to fix myself a plate from the dessert station. And the same dynamic happened, I went back and forth to the dessert station fixing myself plate after plate of éclairs, macarons, doughnuts, Oreo cake, cheesecake, apple pie, sugar cookies, and loaded sundaes. Everything was so fucking delicious.

Once the effect of the pill passed, I came back to my senses, I was panting and sweating, my belly was tightly swollen like an enormous beach ball pressed into the table of my booth wedging me in place. It took minutes for me to unwedge myself out of my booth, I stood up and got out of the buffet. I was too stuffed to even waddle back to my hotel room and so I called an Uber. Once in my hotel room, I passed out on the bed.

It was the next day, I woke up at 11:00 am. I felt very heavy and bloated, I went to see myself in the bathroom mirror, and I was bigger than I thought. The masterpiece and center of attention of my body was my gargantuan belly, it was so round and soft, almost doughy like, I loved the sensation, I loved the guy that was staring back at me in the mirror. I was finally happy with myself but, my desire was yet to be fulfilled, this was a good beginning and it was a good indicator of my capabilities. I cannot wait for what’s next. I just want to see myself bigger and fatter.