Gainer House Part 1: Welcome to the Gainer House

When you stumbled upon the advertisement for Oscar’s gym online, you raised an eyebrow. You’ve always liked the muscle + belly combo, so you were surprised to see a coach embrace extreme mass gains like this. He seemed to want to fatten you up as much as he wanted to make you gain muscle mass. That was a first. You loved the idea of a place packed with fat and muscular men, so much so, that your mind often explored this idea just before you fell asleep, touching yourself while thinking about it. You imagined men getting fatter and fatter. The ultimate fantasy.

You’ve been on Grommr for ages, having met a few people, but you never felt like you were part of a community. Gaining felt like your dirty little secret, instead of your identity. You searched for Oscar on Grommr, trying to convince yourself that he was truly an encourager and that his ad was about more than gaining muscles. "It must be, right?" You subscribed to him on Twitter and Instagram, anxious to see if you were right. 

Your world turned upside-down when Oscar reposted a video made by his husband Bob about a brand new place: the Gainer House. It was everything that you ever fantasized about. A mix between a bed & breakfast, a resort, and a gainer story. 

The whole thing was openly gainer-centric, promising you that you’ll eat as much as you want, making you fatter than you ever thought possible. The men featured in the ad were the biggest living things that you ever saw. It has to be fake, right? The mention of a pool full of bears stuffed to the bursting point made you horny, but the segment about the post-meal belly massage service made you bust a nut. Again, and again, for days.

You immediately searched for plane tickets and took a week off from your job. It was the one place you wanted to visit more than anything. The city you live in may be nice, but you rarely see fat guys, let alone gainers in the wild. The thought of being surrounded by fat guy makes you hard just by thinking about it.

On the plane, you saw a big guy, probably 300 pounds. "It must be a sign", you thought. Then you took a bus, and then another. In the first, a superchub was filling two seats by himself. In the second, the average weight of the passengers bumped up to at least 250 pounds, with a few oversized pigs sitting here and there. "I’m definitely on the right path", you felt as if you were approaching the epicenter of the concept of fat itself. Bear Valley is so recluse that it took a whole day of traveling to reach this paradise. The last means of transportation to reach your destination was a self-driving tram. It was empty when you got in, probably because it was so late. You were shocked to see how large seats were, wondering how big a man had to be to fill them.

At last, at almost midnight, the tram stopped in front of the address of the famous gainer house that you dreamt so much about.

You can’t believe it. You’re finally here. 

Surrounded by a thick forest, it was even bigger than you thought. The manor was three stories high, and the tall windows made you understand that there was only one floor, with an extremely high ceiling. In front of the house, you were distracted by the fountain: instead of an angel throwing water, the scene was that of a stone Oscar pouring beer into Bob's mouth. "They can’t be that big, right?" 

As you approach the door, the sounds you hear soothe you. Men talking, laughing, eating, celebrating. 

The doors were reminiscent of those seen on castles: two stories tall and extremely heavy. They seem designed for something beyond human, a creature far stronger and more robust than an ordinary person.

A chime echoed overhead as you stood still, your gaze consuming the surroundings with curious fascination.

The empty lobby was luxurious, but the big chandelier and the marble column weren’t enough for your hungry eyes. Behind the reception counter, you could see the opening to the large reception room. It looked like an oversized restaurant, with vast table and bulky chairs. You could see some clients from afar, and they looked enormous. Large blobular shapes squirming in their seats as they ate like pigs, talked, laugh and watch the show happening on the stage at the very back of the room. You took a few step further toward the reception desk, curious to see what kind of show would be presented in a place like this.

« Are you ready for the next contestant? », shouted the evening host, a meaty bull named Xander.
The crowd cheered.
« Welcome on stage the king of air inflation himself: Richard!!»
Loud applauses came from the hundred of fat hands in the room.

The fat daddy came on stage. Richard was only wearing boxer briefs and a blue cap. His skin, appearing brown from the layers of grime accumulated during his work as a mechanic, was covered in curly body hair. A true bear. He had a large grin, visibly happy about what he was about to show to the crowd. He was carrying an air canister with a long hose. After a few nervous exhales, he shoved the tube down his throat, to your biggest surprise. He proceed to open the valve of the canister, and he immediately started to inflate. You could see his cheeks becoming larger than baseballs, his mouth clutched hard on the hose to make sure the air wouldn’t escape. Then, his belly grew. Larger and larger, like a large rubber balloon. He was already sporting a pregnant looking beer belly when he came on stage, but it was getting way bigger. His entire midsection expanded in every direction, getting rounder and rounder by the second. Bigger than a large fitness ball, dominating the rest of his body. And just when you thought that he was about to burst, he closed the valve.

Still fighting hard to keep the air in, he was preparing himself for something, his heavy breaths flaring like those of a restless horse.

And then he let it all out.

« BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP »

The longest and deepest belch you had ever heard. That’s when you realized what was happening: next to him stood a structure with lights that lit up, shifting from green to red, resembling the measurement bar in a carnival hammer game. The number of decibel was shown on a screen. A burping contest. 

«Holy shit. How can the other contestant top that?» Stunned from the spectacle, you stood there, once again, in total awe.

And there they were. Oscar and Bob had heard the door chime and came to welcome you. «My gosh!», you thought. « They really ARE that big.» You always thought it was some camera trick or something. Maybe even VFX. They were waddling their way to you, god only knows how many hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat they were carrying.

Oscar looked at you from head to toe with a smile.
« You must be the last reservation we have on our list here. Welcome to the gainer house, little fella! You just have to sign here.»

He lends you a pen, and you took it from his huge paws, several times bigger than your tiny hands.

Unsure how to start the conversation, you try to comment on the thing that you just saw, awkwardly.

« The stage… the…the… what… hum…»

« Oh! Richard? He can get WAY bigger than that, but he knows that if he inflates too much, it starts to come out from the other end! Hahaha!»

«Bigger?!?!», you thought. How is this even possible?

Xander came back on the stage.

« And now, our next contestants of the night! You know them, you love them: make some noise for the cutest couple of Bear Valley! Bob and Oscar!!»

Oscar jumped. « Oh right! It’s our turn! You can take a seat in the dining room and watch the show, we’ll be back in just a little bit!»

He winked at you. You blushed.

Bob and Oscar waddled back to the stage, under the applause of the crowd. You couldn’t take your eyes off Bob’s large ass, which was probably three times larger than your waist, if not more. It bounced every step he took. He then disappeared backstage for a second, and came back with some accessories. It seems that this belching contest is a free for all, and any method is accepted. Oscar stood tall, stretched his muscles, and slapped his belly, prepping himself for his moment of glory, while Bob rolled a starcase behind him. He once again disappeared and came back with 6 2-liter bottles of Coke and a funnel. You knew exactly were this was going and it already made you hard.

Bob climbed the stairs, plopped the funnel in Oscar’s mouth, and opened the first bottle. He dumped the content in the funnel as if it was nothing, and Oscar swallowed it just as well. His muscular belly started to puff out when his lover threw the second bottle in. Without giving Oscar any break, he just went on with the third, the fourth, the fifth and the sixth bottle. 12 litters of soda was now bubbling in the muscle bear stomach, which was now even larger than the previous contestant before the explosive belch. Bob removed the funnel and watch Oscar’s abs disappear as the Coke was inflating him from the inside.

You thought that it couldn’t be hotter than that. A muscular man like him, getting growing belly that surpasses his muscles in proportion… « Man, his belch is gonna be so loud!»

But then Bob came back with a glass bottle, filled with Mentos, you thought: « Oh no. He wouldn’t.» You could barely stay in your seat. The fat guy grabbed a fistful of mint, and shoved it in his lovers mouth. You thought that it would be enough, but he grabbed a second handful, and stuffed Oscar’s mouth even more, blowing his cheeks out. He took a few steps back, and the crowd started to chant. « Swallow! Swallow! Swallow! Swallow! »

Oscar raised his hands to signal them to stop, and after three tense seconds of silence, he swallowed everything in one go. His neck bulged from the sheer amount of sugary candy he was forcing down.

And then the reaction started. You could hear the bubbling from the back of the room. Oscar’s belly expanded at a rapid pace, as if he was drinking from a fire hose. His entire body was rounding out. His belly was soon touching the ground and rise higher than his head. He was getting huge.

The expansion continued for almost an entire minute, until it slowly came to a halt. His face was clenched hard to keep everything in. 

Bob started to massage his blimp of a body, and put his hands as far as he could on each side of his enormous belly. And then, he started counting.
« Ready, my love? 5…4...3…2…1…»

He squeezed the belly as hard as he could, as Oscar finally opened his mouth and let out a thunderous roar.

« AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP »

Oscar’s belch wasn’t as long as Richard, but it was at least ten time louder. The light on the panel beside him went all the way to the top, as red at it could get.

The crowd went wild. You couldn’t believe your eyes and ears. You just talked to him a few seconds ago, and he’s now so, so much bigger, inflated like a blimp. What a tank. He haven’t deflated much from his incredible belch, still full from the soda and the foam from the Mentos, so Bob and Xander helped him balance his bloated body off the stage.

The crowd voted, and of course, Oscar won. They celebrated for a little bit, and Bob came to see you.

« Hey! Sorry, Oscar is still too big to move, but it’s so late that I think it’s best for all of us if we wait tomorrow for the tour, what do you think?»

« Oh sure! I’m tired as well!», you responded. Your hard-on had receded from Oscar’s big inflation, but came back with a vengeance when the big Bob put a hand on your shoulder to guide you to your room.

At first, you couldn’t sleep. But after jerking off for the third time in a row, thinking about the incredible scene you just witnessed, you drifted into the deepest rest of your life.

To be continued.