littlebearbigchub

[littlebearbigchub]

Poking

It's your feeder's little comments that do you in.

"Getting snug?" they ask, tracing the red mark that your pants made over your underbelly and love handle. You look down and blush. You didn't realize the hem was digging in quite so much.

"Out of breath already?" they say, raising their eyebrows as you stop to catch your breath at the corner of the street. The restaurant was supposed to be just 5 minutes away. You want to protest - your feeder is walking so damn fast! Or, is it just the normal pace...?

"Wait, you finished the leftovers already?" your feeder says and you feel your cheeks growing hot as you wipe your face. "Developing quite an appetite, I see..."

"Try to squeeze in, okay?" they say when you enter a narrow corridor. A shiver runs down your spine; there is no way you're that big yet. But your feeder sure treats you like you are.

"I'm not sure there is an elevator in that building, so I don't think it's for you," they remark during a group outing, stating the obvious. What gets you most about this is that nobody else seems stricken by this remark. Nobody in their right mind would expect you to take the stairs.

"Wait, you outgrew them already?" That's when your pants finally stop buttoning. You wore them for quite a while, after all. 3 months...

Poking and prodding your ego, constantly remarking about your growing weight, pinching newly developed side rolls... Your feeder loves to tease you.

And you love it when they do.

[littlebearbigchub]

Wow, I think this is the first time you actually look fat. Not chubby - fat

🥴🐽

Thanks.

[littlebearbigchub]

It’s incredible to see myself at this size - carrying all this mass. I can’t believe how easy it’s been to shift my mindset to active gaining since becoming overweight. Feels like I’ve tipped over an iceberg and all that stands between me and the next milestone of fat is time.

#gaining

[littlebearbigchub]

I can’t stop

I can’t stop thinking about gaining. Every time I consider stopping, I’m right back at it within a couple days. Everything I do during the day reminds me of how much fatter I am now than I used to be. It just leads me to fondle my fat when I’m alone, masturbate to my fat belly, and eat more and more everyday. I just can’t control it. I’m gonna be a fat pig. There’s no stopping it.

[littlebearbigchub]

Lately I’ve been really struggling to reckon with what I genuinely believe is my ultimate physical inability to resist getting fat and the implications for my life. The past few months have involved a lot of personal growth as I’m going through a big life transition. But with the perspective of some major news that I’ve been waiting a long time for, I’m somewhat alarmed to see what I think I may have always been planning at a subconscious level (read: a physical and financial freedom to enable me to be super obese).

Basically, I’m realizing that I should really be talking to a professional about how badly I want to get fat. This isn’t a secret I can barely acknowledge or just something I fantasize about anymore. I’ve lost control and the plot. I’ve transformed myself into an objectively overweight hog. Rather than being placated by a recreational sprinkle of extra pounds I have found that each additional ounce of fat racked up on my (now 37.5 inch!!!!) belly has beget a previously unimaginable desperation for fat consequences in me that has metaphorically brought me to my knees.

I’ve bought bigger clothes and I jerk off to emotionally process donating pristine “investment pieces,” that I never actually managed to squeeze into. I’m taking my fasting blood sugar and blood pressure - then feeling motivated by seeing numbers in the pre-disease warning zones.

I know I’m crossing a threshold where I’m really stepping into a socially legitimate fat identity where people may actually judge me for my weight and it’s not enough to make me want to stop because this feels too good and it’s building a weird confidence in me. Whatever happens in my life I get exciting imagining using it as a justification for why I’ve gained even more weight since the last time someone saw me. Stress = “oops” weight gain 😩, Peace/fortune = “whoops” weight gain 🤭

I spend hours everyday strategizing and rationalizing continuing to gain more weight despite very real impending personally negative consequences from my doing so.

I need help.

#fat humiliation

[littlebearbigchub]

Me, at the gym the fattest I’ve ever been.

#fat humiliation #gay gainer #exjock

[littlebearbigchub]

i mean, now you're officially overweight you might as well cut yourself some slack. give yourself a break from the gym. eat what you want.

how bad can it be? it's not like the next time you see the doctor you'll have ballooned by 40lbs and be classified as obese... right?

I’m telling myself and you and everyone else on this damn internet that there’s no fucking way that’s happening. There’s no way that I would ever let things get that /bad/.

*deep breath* Just because I come from a family of diabetic bariatric surgery patients who need CPAPs doesn’t mean that I can’t stay in control.

#delusional

[littlebearbigchub]

I haven’t been able to stop my weight creeping back up over the past few months and I totally underestimated the effects of the holidays when I’m not lazed focused on staying slim. Completely unintentionally I’m now now at my heaviest weight ever and was officially recorded as overweight by over 2 lbs at an impromptu doctor’s visit this afternoon. We chatted about my alarmingly strong family history of obesity and diabetes and it was so affirming to hear about since being overweight is a new diagnosis for me.

This video is of me earlier today getting excited that just tapping my heel in between sets at the gym now means showing off how my belly jiggles for anyone to see. Fuck. I know I need to lose weight but I can’t seem to find the slightest motivation 😩🐷

#gaining #gay gainer #fat humiliation

[littlebearbigchub]

Me, reassuring myself that I’m simply bloated and bulking and totally not losing my grip on control: 🙃

The scale:

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[littlebearbigchub]

Round 😳

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[littlebearbigchub]

🤭🐽 just wanted to share how my pathetically flabby and jiggling body was filling my brain as I climaxed this morning ✨ knowing that I genuinely need to diet is 😫😳🍆🍆🍆

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[littlebearbigchub]

Snacking?

[littlebearbigchub]

The Way a Guy Treats a Fatty

It’s starting to drive you crazy…

                The way he treats you. Out in public. At home. Day to day. Hour to hour. Minute to minute.

                It was subtle at first. Just a few comments here and there. A mention that you were putting on weight. Whether he liked it or not, you couldn’t really tell. But as the weight kept growing, so did the comments. So did his reactions.

                And now, look at you. You’re a fat boy. That attractive, once-athletic body now encased in layers of fresh, plump chubbery. Constantly reminded by your body—by the belly that starts to get in the way when you bend down to put your shoes on, by the huffing and puffing you do now when you walk—what you’ve done to yourself. Constantly reminded that you’re out of shape, that you’ve eaten yourself into a chubby porker.

                And constantly reminded, by him, what a tubby hubby you’ve become.

                He never stops now. Not that there’s anything you could do about it if you tried. He’s stronger than you. He can bully you around when he wants. He can tease you however he wants to. He can taunt you and poke you and prod you until you want to burst, but at the end of the day, fatboy, there’s nothing you can do. You’re too fat, too vulnerable. You couldn’t stop him if you tried.

                But, of course, you never try. That’s what happens to a fatty in these circumstances. You become submissive, letting him boss you around, making you do things. He never lets you forget it; what you’ve done to yourself. Always walking a pace or two ahead of you, smiling as you huff, breathless, desperately attempting to keep apace with him. The way he shows off in the gym now, as you stand there, your fat belly poking out in front of you, barely able to bench half of what he can! The clothes you two used to share now barely fit you. He never lets you forget his favored pair of shorts that you tried to squeeze your juicy ass cheeks into, the one you ripped right along the seam. He never lets you off as you attempt to wriggle into a shirt, every curve of your body visible to his eyes. As he pokes your exposed chub. As he fingers your belly button, smiling as he looks you in the eye.

                “It’s what you deserve,” says his expression. “It’s what happens to fatties like you.”

                But he never interrupts your fattening. He lets you glut, stuffing yourself with all the greedy goodies you can fit. He lets you eat your emotions, hogging out on the treats he keeps well-stocked in the fridge, the cabinets, knowing you’re so undisciplined you can’t resist. And what does he do, when your belly is taught and round, ready to split at the seams? He prods you. He pokes your gut. He gives it a good slap, laughing at “what a piggy you’ve made of yourself.” He torments you, poking your chub as you bend over to pick up something he dropped. Loudly commenting in front of everyone at dinner that you’re “draining his wallet dry.” Laying there, exposed and fit on the bed, smiling like a cat watching a plump mouse, as you try to wriggle your fat body up and over, as your rolls prevent you from moving the way you used to. All your chub, your juicy tits, your plump love handles exposed for him to play with like a toy.

                If it bothers him, he never says. Perhaps he really likes if after all. And you know he certainly likes the teasing, the taunting, the pokes and the prods and the jabs. The belly rubs and the smacks against your big, ballooning butt.

                Because, at the end of the day, you’re his tubby little fatty. And he knows that, no matter how much he teases you, how much he drives you crazy…there’s nothing you can do to ever waddle away…

[littlebearbigchub]

What is that?

Oh, just the back roll I’m growing.

With this thing hanging off the front of me there’s a lot for gravity to drag down now.

🐽

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[littlebearbigchub]

The way that I can only just barely squeeze into these to the point that I seriously can’t put anything into the pockets but I’m wearing them to the bbq anyway because they’ve got me feeling all chunky and blushy 🥺🐽

Can’t wait to bloat up with beer and potluck food 🍻🐖

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[littlebearbigchub]

The idea of having to size up in thess 🤤

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[littlebearbigchub]

Update on my gains:

Obviously I haven't posted much in the past few months. Basically, back in February, I was looking at my body in the mirror and it just really sunk in how doughy and feminine I looked and I felt pretty disgusted with myself.

My big goal this past year has been to really build my upper body strength and I was putting on so much so fast "bulking" that I totally stagnated and then was actually backsliding on progress in my pullups. I was literally getting too heavy to lift myself because I'm an actual idiot who believed the broscience that I could magically force muscle growth with excess calories.

As mentioned, I'm ****ing short and finding pants was becoming impossible to an extent that I didn't want to admit to myself. I guess most males at the point that they're 5'4 are just about to go through a huge growth spurt so pants basically don't come in husky sizes at those lengths 😭🐽

I was almost sick to my stomach and couldn't even bring myself to eat on the day of my doctor's appointment so I was dehydrated when they weighed me.

144.6

About 1/2 a pound short of a BMI of 25. I knew and still know that I /do/ want that. Heck, I know that one day I'll be obese and I'm literally so excited. But not like this. Not without the upper body brawn to balance the spare tire.

I asked the doctor for some help with stress I was experiencing at work and we agreed to try an SSRI. From the first week I started, it was like my self-respect rose 3 fold. How could I be walking around looking like this? My face was a moon, I was stuffed into all my clothes like a sausage and I was getting fast food 5+ times a week. I was putting all this effort into the gym and counting my macros and all I had to show for it was a bigger belly jiggling under my shirt.

I've lost about 10 lbs since then and what's most embarrassing is that I'm still thicker than a Snickers. But at least I'm making PR's again. A senior coworker I harbor a ridiculous crush on recently complimented that I'd clearly been working out since he'd last seen me. Out at the bars last weekend, I was caught off guard to be hit on multiple times. I hadn't really internalized that that had slowed/stopped as my gut came in and I was so awkward because my brain was processing too slowly why they were approaching me because it'd been so many months since that happened.

But honestly, I really still feel soooooo fat. I thought that if I dropped 10 lbs of fat I'd basically be ripped and clearly I was completely delusional. All the skin I grew to accommodate that extra pudge is still there. I can still shake my belly fat and get myself panting. The elastic of all my briefs are still cutting into my waist and around my thighs. All that weight has left it's mark on me forever.

But I also can't hold back anymore and there's no way I'm going to be able to get any slimmer for the foreseeable future.

I think I'm ready to try a surplus again, but this time less excessive. More gentle, maybe just a few extra hundred calories a day ...

I'm sure that this time I'll be able to keep things more under control. I'm sure that so long as I'm diligent, I can completely avoid rebound fat gain and I'll be a ripped muscle pup before I know it. 😌💪

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