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An idea I've had in regards to gaining. Part 1 - tagged #idea_0

I’ve noticed something about a particular sect of gaining, the extreme weight gain feeders often desire stupidity in those they call “their pigs”. In their literature they often fixate on the hypothetical “pigs” losing their minds to the throes of extreme overindulgence. They seem to take joy in the destruction of intelligence. I find it completely abhorrent. It is absolutely irresponsible to let a tool as potent as the human brain go to waste. Even small cultures of neural cells can be used to create a simple neural network that, while somewhat less accurate than a conventional digital AI, can reach functionality earlier I believe that the advances in the technologies behind the newly emerging brain interfaces and VR optic technologies will allow mankind to prosper by granting humanity the ability to use their neurological tissue to directly control machines and ultimately become part of a network infrastructure. Some of you may already see some of the applications to this technology, but only focusing on the “tantalizing” idea of any fat person being able to order McDonalds on a whim. This is uninspired, unimaginative, unprofitable, and above all else boring. Using this technology to simply spend money faster is such a small minded application. Given this assertion, one may be wondering why I brought up these technologies in the first place and what I intend to propose. The ultimate feeder is not a man but a machine, the very concept of automation (most feedees simply want companionship and some feeders take advantage of this to impose their possessive desires upon someone else). I personally like to have a life outside of getting fat, I even like to lose weight on occasion to either experience something different or to experience the weight gain all over again, I have many aspirations that more than completely eclipse my occasional impulses to stuff my face- they consume those impulses and can halt them in their tracks. What of those who wish to go all the way? What of those whose sole desire is to grow large and fat? They could use these technologies to simply order them food every time their brain registers hunger, but I find this to be just as inefficient as ordering from one’s phone- and as I’ve said before this is unprofitable. This is where sadistic feeders and their vicious opportunism strike, offering to support the gainer for their absolute cooperation- absolutely disgusting. These degenerates are pretenders, ambush predators with bravado. In truth those malicious feeders are simply (and quite ironically) a cattle-race, they are expendable and interchangeable. All they do is provide food and resources, something many other feeders would be willing to do. Sometimes they are such parasites that they use videos of “their pigs” to fund the acquisition of resources while pretending that the gainer isn’t doing anything but eating and being a drain on their fiscal well-being. They want “their pigs” dumb, because then they won’t realize how valuable they are to the dynamic.

An idea I’ve had in regards to gaining. Part 2 - tagged #idea_0

So what is it about this technology that would empower those who want to go to immobility and beyond? Permanent freelance employment. More specifically, we harness the human instincts for survival that still lay dormant within those thick growing rolls of fat. Remote warfare. If you can coordinate a drone strike by thought alone, it doesn’t matter whether you can move. Hell, once the tech really starts catching up we could use that immobility to our advantage and have the hugest gainers pilot humanoid robots by simply putting the same amount of effort a normal person puts into walking. The best part is that they could be using the exact same neural pathways and they wouldn’t actually be moving, they’d be laying back in their beds just jiggling a bit! Imagine how much more accurate they would be than some regular person who can only think about moving their legs! Unfortunately, that’d only work best if we capture their neural waves for walking before their weight severely impacts their stride. Ideally, most people would come to us hoping to get fattened up from the beginning of their gaining journey. Regular practice in simulations would make sure that those neural pathways don’t degrade. As for those who come to us just barely able to walk, they would really come in handy if the dream of battle mechs ever comes true. They are already adept at moving large amounts of mass and keeping their balance. Just imagine if we were able to deploy a tank with legs that can move just based on practiced intuition instead of exclusively by hard-coded fly-by-wire micro-second calculations, able to adapt to even the most unique situations! At this point, I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that I’m just applying a technology that anyone could use to their advantage to a very specific selection simply for their benefit. “What does this have to do with gaining? Why gainers? Why use extremely obese people who just want to stuff their face?” Let’s rephrase that last question: Why use people who are highly motivated by high volumes of a common necessity even though they live in the modern age where they are so affluent that they are already surrounded by conveniences to the point where their life goal is simply to get fatter?

An idea I've had in regards to gaining. Part 3 - tagged #idea_0

Food. It all comes down to food and the relationship a gainer has with it, if you’ve never been a gainer you don’t know what I’m talking about. I remember getting a package of pastries and a jar of peanut butter one time. No matter how much I managed to fit in my mouth, no matter how much I could swallow, I couldn’t eat enough fast enough. I remember drinking a carton of heavy cream, hating the discomfort that was slowing me down. Imagine if the flow of calories was dictated by performance; the deadlier you are, the fewer units you lose, the more contracts you complete, the more calories you get. Imagine a facility, stocked with a slurry of the most fattening substance being pumped through a feeding tube, the amount and access to which is only limited by the damage you deal out. We would probably need to have you sign a contract directly with us to help with the upkeep; we could help broker deals, help fine tune your experience, and we’d only need a very small percentage if my projections that with all the amenities and medical processes automated for a large number of extreme gainers they would actually be quite low-maintenance. Take the right contract and use your earnings to pay for the rent and that gainer shake on tap for an entire year in advance. Maybe that’s not your style. Maybe you’d prefer to get a nice acceleration in your calories with every kill or every completed objective. Maybe you’d like the calorie intake rate to be directly proportional to an AI-determined combat effectiveness index. I won’t tell you how to spend your earnings. I won’t scoff or balk at the specifics you negotiate into your contracts. You’re a freelance mercenary! It’s up to you. Just produce results and no one will care. What the possessive extreme weight gain feeders fail to remember is that pigs can be dangerous. Wild hogs are an absolute menace in Texas and have been since Columbus brought them over to America in 1492. It’s gotten so bad that people have started companies where they let tourists ride a helicopter and shoot down at herds of them with a mounted full-auto machine gun, and yet they remain a problem. These pigs are a tough invasive species, and they are omnivores so they eat everything. A herd has the potential to raze a town, but even a singular boar can kill by running you through with its razor sharp tusks. Properly supplied with the right equipment, anyone could become a pig, just not the pink squishy ones that feeders think of. What do you think an extreme gainer would be willing to do for enough gainer shake to keep themselves full of calories for every second of their life? So no, I don’t like the idea of becoming dumber as you get fatter, and to be completely honest it scares me. I much rather use my grey matter, I don’t mind if it experiences a few horizontal changes. I don’t mind becoming more in tune with my instincts. I don’t mind being motivated by food and violence, because isn’t that where we started? Besides- when it comes to who’s covering your retreat, defending your boarders from invaders, or stamping out your enemies; do you want a bunch of badass super soldiers or would you like to have a ravenous and animalistic machine of war fed by meeting it’s goals, killing hostiles with impunity, and keeping you safe? That machine doesn’t fear death, even so the pilot probably isn’t even in there. That pilot is probably in a little facility in the middle of nowhere that gets shipments of heavy cream, sugar, protein, and whatever other fattening things that could be bought in bulk. The pilot probably wouldn’t even fit.

An idea I had in regards to gaining. Part 4 - tagged #idea_0

I don’t think I’d really even go in as a pilot, at least not yet, not for a long while. I could certainly benefit monetarily from setting up systems and facilities, brokering contracts, and running a good bit of the show. I’d probably just want to take time to increase the efficiency of the system for all parties involved, I’d want to grease the gears of the system, and keep all parties as free from obligation as they can be. After all, at the end of the day the only master one needs is that of their own desires. I have always felt destined to bring tomorrow to the now, but it only now just occurred to me how much this tomorrow might benefit all the gainers of the world. You certainly wouldn’t be locked in, if you wanted to, you could always walk away (figuratively in some cases). If you just wanted to get to some milestone, even if it’s just 250 or 300 pounds, and leave; that is absolutely fine. But how many of you gainers and feedees have said, “Once I get to this particular weight I’m done,” and then end up blowing past that goal and keep growing? You will only be beholden to your own desires, not to mine or anyone else’s. If you still want a feeder or someone else to stay with you, that’s up to you. There’d probably be a rigorous background check for them though, we don’t want any unnecessary assets threatening our operational security. One thing is certain though; the hogs of war wouldn’t need to depend on them, instead they are there at the pleasure of the pigs. Ultimately this is just a conceptual idea, and a bit of a silly one at that, but my intuition is telling me that it would work. This would be profitable gaining. This could be the gaining of the future. This is how you could reach those truly absurd numbers on the scale. With all the creature comforts and caretaking measures being automated, you could be gaining for as long and as comfortably as you possibly could. I know it still sounds like a silly sci-fi fantasy world concept, but one question remains: If there was an opening for such a position existed and we already had some clients lined up, would you be willing to accept such a contract? ___

Conclusion

I do LOVE technology and robotics. I don’t want to reveal too much about my personal life, but let’s just say if I achieve some of my goals, my being involved with some things like these technologies won’t be completely impossible. We probably won’t see a huge influx of people becoming “gainer cyborg freelance mercenaries” anytime soon, but people come together to do strange and incredible things with their own bizarre traditions all the time, and so long as there are at least two or three nations left on Earth, they are going to be hiring contractors. Even with the tech we have now, it’s not out of the question for someone to pilot a fleet of drones with the power of their mind while seeing through any of their photoreceptors and having any necessary information at the ready. Very new technologies but give it a while and it’ll grow, and then perhaps you’ll grow too. I think I might write some stories about this idea. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I think I’ve developed something the resembles an intriguing idea. This isn’t a story, but more of an idea. I’m tagging it as a story though, because that’s one of the things it will lead to.

It might just be me, but I would want to substitute the milk with heavy cream- only because I am completely insane and my reasoning is that if you aren’t going to gain 30 pounds overnight (like in a poorly written weight gain centric fan-fiction) you might as well just not even try. If I can’t get more than two days worth of calories, fat, and carbohydrates in addition to what I would normally eat, it doesn’t even constitute a stuffing. You have to go big or go home. I haven’t allowed myself to <b>really<\b> go big in a long time, but any day now that dam will break and it’s going to flood the country-side with calories, blubber, and gluttony.

Have you noticed the effects of the daily shake?

I haven’t been doing daily shakes lately, but they do work.  I need to spread my shakes out over the day - just drink it like chocolate milk so I don’t get sick of it drinking so much at once.   I gain best with a variety of foods and snacks.      The shakes are like drinking a smooth peanut butter cup version of chocolate milk, and who could resist that?  

I have been noticing differences lately especially in my lower belly.   Everything hangs lower down there, and it jiggles so much but feels bigger and heavier.   I’ll add the shakes back into the mix and really ramp up the weight gain.   I’ll soon be needing bigger clothes, so that’s a good sign.

The recipe again for anyone who missed it in the earlier post:

1.5 liters of high fat milk,  2 cups peanut butter,  1 package of Jello chocolate pudding powder mix,   ½ cup of corn syrup.   

Blend it all together with a blender until very smooth and chug it down (I just use a handheld electric blender).  It’s silky and creamy and tastes like a liquid peanut butter cup.    You can try different milks and creams and adjust the amount of peanut butter (1.5 cups makes a thickness more like chocolate milk, which makes it very easy to drink more).   

I find it funny when you still try to deny your fate: to blow up indefinitely, fill your body with rolls of lard, cover your lap with your blubbery gut; anyone who has followed this blog knows just how little self control you have. How addicted you are to this silly little way you get off. Except, unlike normal people's self-gratification, the effects are permanent, and embarrassingly visible to anyone who looks your way. Fat cells don't go away, did you know that? So go ahead, lose weight. "Take it slowly," if you want. All of the greedy fat cells you've forced your body to create may shrink down slightly, but they'll always be there, waiting for just a few extra calories to swell back up again.

I do think about this a lot. The inevitability of it. What will I look like in 5 years? How far gone will I be? There honestly are days, even now, when I wake up early, drink some water, go for a walk and feel good in a very normal way. I think to myself, ‘come on, what are you doing with all this weight gain stuff? It ends today.’

I think about how nice it would be for everything to just go back to normal, before I fell headfirst into this surreal addiction to transformation and embarrassment. The thing that makes it so believable at the time is that I’m realistic about it. I’m not in a position to ever become a Hemsworth, and I know it — maybe I was once, but not now that I’ve done all this to myself. I’ll always have cellulite and stretch marks. That’s a permanent and irreversible consequence of my actions. But I could look normal again. I could stop dressing like I’m a sip of water away from all my fat flopping out. I could stop craving the gasps and the stares and the shock. Alice clawing her way back up the rabbit hole and out of Wonderland. I could do it. It really seems real in that moment.

But then by the evening, I’m shoveling Ben & Jerry’s into my mouth, throbbing desperately as my soft heavy stomach drops out into my lap. I’m thinking of what to eat next before I’m even halfway through. Fingertips massaging into my thick fat, moaning, whispering under my breath what have I done, what am I doing, but this time it’s not to talk myself out of it. They’re needy whispers, intended to spur me on, and they do. I’m so full I can barely get up, but there are only two reasons I force myself to try. One, to get more food. And two, to haul my engorged body off the couch and waddle slowly to my bedroom, hands restless on my belly, feeling at its swollen new size, to bend down with difficulty and pull open a drawer - the one where I keep all the clothes I’ve outgrown, and slowly, painstakingly force my wobbling body into them. Turn before the mirror, disgust and desire, moaning as I cup my hang, tease a roll, handle my sensitive dough. Then waddle back eagerly, fat cheeks blushing as I feel my pillowy hips and exposed overhang wobbling. So obscene. More food. The sofa creaks. Cushions dip. Seams strain. I shouldn’t be doing this.

That only makes it better.

And I eat, and I eat, and I eat.

Story idea: werepig dude has to avoid over eating dyring full moon or get stuck at 600 lbs. girlfriend finds fat him hot and gets him huge

Love the idea of forcing someone to wear their old, prefeedee clothing and tying them down to a chair. So I can stuff their helpless, greedy mouth until they’re a bloated, panting mess that’s begging me to unbutton those old skinny jeans that are struggling to contain the pressure of their new stretchmark covered belly and love handles. Only for me to gently grab their jaw and remind them that they didn’t get such a big, fat belly from stopping when they’re full as I shove another doughnut into their mouth; continuing until the poor button of the jeans finally gives in, leaving their swollen belly to fill up their lap. After I stuff their insastionable gut to the limit I’d make them look down and watch me rub their swollen gut while I tell them how badly they’ve let themselves go; knowing dam well I’m the one that’s turned them into such a greedy, junk addicited glutton.

there's something really hot about realizing just how much you actively have to try to eat to gain weight. like you thought you were ready to put on 20 pounds in two months? nope, it's work. building a consistent capacity while managing the rest of your life takes serious dedication. at first it's disappointing, but as the weight starts to creep onto you, you start to appreciate your determination to gain anyways. every pound is a pound to insist upon and congratulate yourself on. and what do you celebrate with? more food, of course. you always had comfort foods but now you have favourite comfort foods for stuffing too. and all of it is so cozy, lovely, soft. all of the pudge since you started saying yes, why not, oh i can't resist, all soft and rolling in between your eager hands.

the way my mind goes 100% blank once my tummy gets played with 🫣 i swear up & down all the growing keeps it sensitive; the brushing of fingertips against all my stretchmarks makes me feel sooooo. mushy 😫 and when someone grabs & squeezes??? i always feel like I’m practically melting, my head starts to swim in the best of ways and i can’t stop thinking about how squishable i am, how much of me there is to grab. don’t even get me started on having my belly shaken and jiggled bc the sensation is downright hypnoticcccc