I would like to note that is a *queen* sized mattress I’m laying on there.
We used to fit on a twin together, you had a twin before you met me. Now you’re outgrowing a queen sized mattress and I have to buy a brand new king sized mattress just to be able to sleep next to you. You’ve grown into the hog I wanted
-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls
-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum
-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something
-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that
-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady
-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room
-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible
-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts
-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not.
-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself
-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter
I wrote this three years ago and it’s still totally accurate!
This is inspired by and HEAVILY based on the work that @wgstoriesand@doctorbelly did on the stages of male and female weight gain respectively.
This isn’t scientific at all, but I did add some specific achievements to it.
Hope you enjoy!
Stage zero:
You’re at your bikini weight, a beach body that is perfectly toned and muscular. Your built for physical performance. To maintain your frame you eat less food and you consistently workout and have built a body that sports slim toned, but muscular legs and washboard abs. You butt is small and toned. Your breasts are the only soft parts of your body. Keeping your body in this shape has been difficult, and nearly impossible to sustain.
Stage one: The first ten pounds.
You’ve relaxed a bit and inevitably gained weight. But its alright, this is the safe zone. Your not fat yet, you’re not even overweight yet, but you could be……
Your body has lost some of its definition. Your thighs are looking a little less muscular while your butt sports a slight jiggle. Your waistline no longer has the washboard abs but some definition lingers. You sport just a slight jiggle at your waist and sides. Your breasts feel a bit tight in their sports bra. You realize you’ve gained weight but the idea of going back to your workout regiment sounds horrible. You don’t mind your extra weight and the little jiggle is actually pretty cute. So you move on hungrily to the next stage….
Stage two: +15-20 lbs pinch an inch
You’ve been indulging lately and it shows. Your palette has transitioned some what, you now crave more high fat foods and treats. You’ve worked out less and less and its beginning to show. At this point muscle tone is mostly gone and replaced by jiggly fat. You now sport a fattened belly that has lost all hint of abs. Your waistline threatens to spill into your lap when you sit. Your thighs have lost their tone and slightly jiggle when you walk. Your butt has grown too, fattened by your indulgence. Your breasts will have grown to and perhaps gone up a cup size. You begin to take note of your fatty achievements.
-You’ve outgrown some of your clothes
-The flab at your waist now starts to spill over most waistband
-You’r love-handles have emerged, but seem under nourished
-your butt and thighs will jiggle slightly when you walk
-A crease may be forming at your side just below your bra
This is the tipping point. You can always go back, and torture yourself on the treadmill. But you actually kind of like the extra padding on your body, the beginnings of a voluptuous figure are evident and thrills you. So you go on…
Stage three: +30lbs flab to grab
There’s no hiding it now. This is it, you’re overweight. Fat has become a lifestyle now. Exercise is exhausting and you didn’t want to do it anyway. You need to preserve those calories. Your fat now and this is the point where you’ve begun to keep track of your fatty achievements, the measurement milestones, and the pinching of inches. You have an undeniable belly at this point, even your waistband cannot deny it jiggly girth as it freely spills into your lap. Achievement one.
Gaining achievements/milestones at stage 3
-you’ve now outgrown your clothes
-your belly spills over your waistband while sitting and rests on your lap
-your have love-handles now begin to spill over your waistband
-you’re sporting the beginnings of a double chin
-the crease at your side has now swollen into your first roll
-your thighs and butt are both fattened and jiggly, they jiggle with most movement now
-you sport a FUPA
-your first stretch marks arrive
-Your double chin is now fully developed, but you can still hide it to a degree
Stage four: +50 to +100 pounds
Congratulations! you’re obese! This is a big moment for you. You’ve given in to lifestyle at this point. You find that you’re always craving fatty foods and regularly giving in. This stage is mostly measured by fatty acheivements.
-you no longer walk, you waddle.
-Everything jiggles when you waddle.
-Completion of your spare tire. Your belly fat now spills from lovehandle to lovehandle. So much of spills that you must lift your girth just to find your waistband.
-Your belly now begins to spill over your waist band when standing, the blissful belly hang
-Your thighs and butt are now huge. Your butt will fill whatever chair you are sitting in. The fat that now dominates your thighs claps on each other from your FUPA down to your knees
-Your breasts are massive and swollen at this point. You’ve gone up several up sizes.
-Your belly roll is now prominently developed and it to jiggles.
-Your arms and fingers have also started to put on some extra padding
-Your double chin has grown in prominence and is no longer hide-able
-You are jiggly and fat now, and you love it.
Stage 5: oh lawd s/he coming! +over 100 pounds
This stage and stage zero are the least populated stages. Only certain gainers push it to these limits. A perfect example of a stage 5 body would be the curvage model Kitty piggy, or some of the bigcuties models, who sports all the fatty features and continues to set her own fatty achievements. This is where things like immobility come into play. One thing can be said though, stage 5 gainers completed all the achievements, they won the game.
Stages for the perfectly female gaining journey♥️
Get ready piggy, it’s all laid out right here for you
Having a moment right now where I’m just in awe of how I managed to grow a belly THIS big on an otherwise petite 5ft tall frame. Like how the hell did I go from running marathons to being THIS big? I feel enormous. Fuck, I AM enormous. No picture or video will ever do my proportions justice. I look like a girl who was designed to be skinny yet made the choice to double in size. Stuffed, swollen, and growing by the day it seems. Anyone who looks at me knows I chose this for myself. They know what a pig I am.. they’ve watched me slip further and further away from reality. They’ve watched me change mentally and physically. I chose this. I’m a fucking pig and I can’t stop.
We need more women like her in the world. Put down the weights and pick up the treats
Like yes, it’s hot to get stuck places and it’s even hotter when you literally cannot get up without assistance but can we talk about being wider than the cart at Walmart so you make it impossible for people to easily get around you? Can we talk about the first time you realize that your hands are too fat for work gloves? Like I literally indulged my pampered body to the point where if I needed to do any sort of work that required hand protection it wouldn’t be possible.
Can we talk about how as your feet get too chubby for even extra wide shoes buying new shoes is incredibly odd because your old shoes are broken in and feel comfortable but in the new shoes you can feel the sides of your feet bulging out past the sole of the shoe? Or how about how the only pair of shoes roomy enough for my chubby feet in the entire store 8 months ago have slowly grown so tight that I had to take the shoelaces out of them after months of watching them grow shorter and shorter every month when I had to adjust them because I couldn’t slip my feet into them anymore? How when I get in my car I have to try my best to lift myself up in the seat to close the door and when I fall back down I spread out to the point that my hip fat pushes up over the armrests?
There’s so damn much good struggle material. It’s a shame that almost everyone highlights being stuck in booths and chairs, putting socks on or reaching themselves, and eventually being unable to get up from a couch or bed without touching on the rest. I’m pretty sure it’s just because the only people who are likely to think to write those sorts of little things are people as big as me or the people actively encouraging them irl and we’re a bit uncommon. ♀️
