growing bro 🥴🐷💨

I don't want to get a little softer. I want to get massively fat. I want every trace of definition drowned beneath layer after layer of heavy, wobbling fat. I want my belly spilling over my lap, my chest hanging soft and full, my thighs spreading wider every time I sit down. I want to outgrow clothes so fast they barely have time to become mine... buttons straining, waistbands disappearing under rolls, shirts riding up over a gut that refuses to stay contained. I want other gainers to look at me and see that l've gone far beyond “fat" I want them to see someone completely devoted to growing: greedier, softer, heavier, and more excessive every month. I want every old photo to look like a different man... smaller, harder, almost unrecognizable beneath everything l've added. I want grease on my lips, slick fingers resting on a belly already stuffed tight, and another plate waiting because being full isn't the end... it's the moment I decide I still want more. Praise every pound. Worship every new roll. Tell me I'm getting enormous, then tell me I'm nowhere near big enough. I don't want to stop when my clothes surrender. I want to keep going until my entire body is buried in fat and then get fatter still.