Gainer Stories

Gainer Stories

Gainer themed stories I've written. Click on a number to be taken to that part. (As I make more this will be updated.)

Taking a Few for the Team: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] (to be continued)

Coach's Big Secret: [1] [2] [3]

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Almost the biggest I’ve ever been, but might also be the happiest I’ve ever been. Well on my way to super chub status!! :)

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2 ex jocks part 2, preview

Fatass spent too much time laying around now he struggles to get out of bed…

Coach's Big Secret, Pt. 3

Final part of the series.

I had a lot of fun with this one! Lmk what y'all think!

Contains rapid male weight gain, sexual themes, bloating. Slight inflation themes, but mostly weight gain.

Part one is here.

Coach smirks, “Now that’s what I like to hear.” He gives your belly a good slap and then goes back to pressing buttons on the remote. You feel the cream once again rushing into you, filling your belly.

“Ohhh fuck…” you moan. Once again the pressure slowly returns as you continue to swell bigger and bigger, all the while your body getting fatter and fatter. “I need more. I need to get massive!”

Coach has a devious grin on his face. “Don’t worry, fatboy. I’m not letting you off the machine until you’re nice and big. Just enjoy the ride.”

Coach walks over to a couch near the edge of the room and sits down, with one foot up on the cushion. He then reaches into his boxers and begins playing with his dick while he watches you grow. “Keep growing for me, bud. You’re doing great.”

“Yessir.” You watch the number on the display continue to climb as you grow. 330, 350, 370, as the numbers climb, your body continues to expand, the fat piling on rapidly now. 390, 400, 425…

You look in the mirror and see your belly hanging lower and lower with every pound, slowly eclipsing your dick. Even though it’s rock hard, your growing, puffy fat pad is swallowing most of it, turning you on even more. Your thighs and ass are massive, they jiggle as you take a couple steps to turn and look at your side in the mirror. You reach out and grab your massive fat tits, and let out a moan as your fingers graze your growing nipples.

“Glad you’re enjoying it, bud.” Coach says as he continues to spectate and stroke off on the couch. “They’re only going to get more sensitive from here on out.”

440… 460… 480… The numbers on the display keep climbing, and you feel every single pound added to your body. Your whole body is soft and plush to the touch, even your belly, which is tightly packed with cream beneath the layer of fat. “Fuck I’m getting big…” you say, your breathing becoming slightly more labored as you grow larger.

“Looking good, big guy. Seems like you’re adjusting well. I think you’re ready for the max speed.” Coach grins devilishly then presses a button on the remote. You instantly feel the pressure in your belly climb as the pump speeds up. “Fuck… Coach…” you manage to say. The feeling is almost overwhelming, your whole body desperately trying to adapt to the massive amount of calories flowing in.

As the pressure and pleasure take over, you’re completely focused on the intense sensation overwhelming your body. You feel your legs growing tired of supporting your increasing weight. You feel your cock throbbing against your plush fat pad and underbelly. You feel the massive nozzle still in your ass as the warm cream continues to flow into you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes for a moment, in a state of pure arousal and ecstasy. “It feels… so fucking good…” you manage to say between labored breaths.

Coach gets up off the couch and drops his boxers, revealing his thick, eight inch cock. He walks over and positions himself directly behind you, his hard dick pressing into your back. He reaches his strong arms around your belly and rubs it in circular motions, while leaning in next to your ear. In that low, gruff tone, he whispers “I know you can take more, fat boy. I know you want it. To submit, and let me pump you up.” His hands then work your way up to your fat tits and his fingers begin gently playing with your nipples.

Shivers run down your spine from the sensation of it all. “Fuuuck sir…” you say between the moans. You reach down to touch your dick but find it’s much harder to reach than before with your belly in the way, only turning you on more. You then feel Coach’s hand grab your arm and move your hand back up to your belly.

“Not yet, big guy. I’ll let you know when it’s time for that. Just relax and let me take care of it.” He says in a low tone.

“Yes sir.” You reply meekly. It’s all so fucking hot, you feel like just touching your dick would cause you to cum.

500… 530…

“Fuck sir… I’m getting… really *buuurp* bloated” you whimper. The increased pressure in your gut is so intense now, you feel like you can’t take any more.

“Relax and let it out big guy, nothing wrong with making room for more. But no more breaks this time, I know you can handle it.” Coach says as he stands in front of you, admiring your progress.

“Fuck… *BuuurRRp* I dunno Coach, I’m really fucking *bbUURRp* full…” As tight and full as your belly is right now, somehow being a bloated gassy mess is turning you on even more. Even as you continue to burp from the bloat, it turns you on knowing that you’re becoming Coach’s fat, gassy hog.

550… 570…

By this point your legs are becoming very tired from the increased weight they have to support. Simply remaining standing is starting to become very difficult. “Coach, I think I might need to *UuurP* sit down…”

“Sure thing, champ. At your size, I can imagine your legs are getting tired… But before you do that…” Coach smirks and walks over to the edge of the room and picks up what looks like a milking machine attached to yet another hose. He then walks over and lifts your underbelly and fat pad and attaches the machine to your now tiny dick. “Shiiiiit…” you moan as it begins to suck away.

“There we go. Alright, now for the chair.” Coach disappears into another room and returns with what appears to be the largest gaming chair you’ve ever seen. “Here you go, big guy. The biggest one they make!” He wheels the chair behind you and holds the cream hose as you sit down. The chair creaks as you sit and lean back. You can feel your belly rest on your thighs as it takes up much of your lap, your cock and the milking machine hidden from your view.

“Much better” you say with a sigh.

“Glad you’re comfortable. That chair is rated for 900 pounds, I wanted to make sure it can hold your fat ass when I’m done with you. I doubt you’ll be… getting up too often.” Coach grins as he gives your belly a hard slap.

590… 610… 640… 670…

Your belly now completely covers your lap, driving your massive thighs apart. Between your large, flabby arms and your massive tits in the way, you can barely reach your belly button and can’t reach your lower belly. Between being so bloated and gassy and the milking machine, you’re not doing much speaking at this point, all that’s coming out of your mouth are burps and moans of pleasure.

Lost in the sensation of it all, you don’t notice when Coach picks up the remote and turns off the pump. “Looks like you took all the cream I made for you today, hog. And I’ve gotta say… look at what it’s done to you. You’re so fucking huge now, you’re practically unrecognizable. Just wait until the team sees this. I think it’ll be a great motivator for them to stay fit. Once they see what uncontrollable gluttony will get them…” he walks over and slaps your belly, your whole body jiggling in recoil. “And, as promised, I’m not done with you yet fat boy.” Coach walks over to the table and picks up the lube. He then returns to your overfed belly and begins applying lube to your navel. “Shit that’s deep now…” he says, grinning.

Coach then begins lubing up his large manhood, and slowly slides it into your belly button. “Fuck big boy… this feels amazing…” He slowly begins thrusting in and out, your belly and tits shaking in recoil. “Shiiiiit sir…” you manage to get out.

He reaches for the remote and presses another button, causing the nozzle buried deep in your fat ass to vibrate, and the milking machine to go faster. You begin moaning louder, too lost in the pleasure to form any speech.

His thrusts are becoming more rapid and harder. “Shit big boy… look at you… look at how fucking fat I’ve made you… I know you fucking love it though… too fat to even get off without help… Fuuuuckkkk… so fat… all you can do… is submit to me…” Both your moans are becoming louder and more strained as you both near release. “You wanna get bigger fatass? You want that belly to… hang even fucking… lower? Those fatboy tits… to get even… bigger…!? Shiiiiittttt You’re gonna… Make me…”

“FUUUUUCKKK” you feel Coach’s hot, gushing seed explode from his dick and into your navel land all over your fat gut. “SHIT…. SIR….” You then also cum, your buried cock firing away into the milking machine.

You both remain still for a moment, panting as you recover from the intense climax. “So, ready for round two, big guy?”