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Gainer house Part 2: Bed and breakfast, and breakfast
🕑 Added 2025-09-28 18:08:44 +0000 UTC
You woke up still riding the high from yesterday’s events. It was official: your first day at the gainer house was starting now!
As you opened your eyes, a sudden jolt of surprise shot through you. Two large figures loomed over your bed.
It took a moment for your vision to adjust, but then you recognized them: Bob and Oscar, leaning in like two doting parents checking in on their child.
O: "Damn, boy, you overslept! We didn’t want to rush you, but it’s time for breakfast. If you want to enjoy all the benefits the gainer house has to offer, you’ve gotta start eating!"
Oscar had deflated since yesterday’s wild Coke-and-Mentos inflation, but his belly still had that bloated look—the kind of post-binge fullness that leaves you craving even more. He looked rounder now than when you first met him.
B: "Ready for breakfast in bed?"
"Oh, sure, I…" you began, but before you could finish, Bob was already wheeling a food cart over to the side of the bed. He lifted the lids off three platters.
B: "Let’s see. We have: the classic egg, bacon and sausages, pancakes, and a bowl of oatmeal."
Each plate held enough food to feed a family of ten. "I'll take... the eggs?" you said hesitantly. Oscar slid a small table in place, creating a makeshift tray for you to eat from the comfort of the bed. Meanwhile, Bob hoisted the plate, piled high with greasy food, and set it down in front of you. All you had to do was sit upright and start eating, no effort required, not even enough to burn a single calorie. Despite being in the ultimate place to overindulge and embrace gluttony, you weren’t sure if you had the willpower to tackle the mountain of breakfast food staring back at you. Still, you had to try. Gosh, it smelled so good.
And so started the biggest breakfast of your life. It only took a few bites for you to noticed how good of a cook Bob was. The flavor were exploding in your mouth, like a gastronomical meal, even tho it was made from the simplest ingredients. Maybe you’ll be able to eat more than you thought you would. You dove into the eggs, but the bacon was irresistible too! Maybe just a bite of the sausages before circling back to the eggs... Mmm, the fruit was so refreshing! Diced mushrooms and crudités helped the grease go down smoothly. Bit by bit, you sampled everything on the plate until it was nearly empty.
Your stomach swelled with fullness, bloating as your belly pushed out, rounder than before.
The bear couple was there to assist: Oscar refilled your orange juice glass as fast as you could drink it, almost as if he was determined to empty his entire jug into you. Bob cheered you on, sharing how much he loved watching people enjoy the food he prepared and urging you to keep going.
Finally, you set your fork down, feeling utterly stuffed. Overstuffed.
The plate was empty, and a sense of pride washed over you. You were worried your eating capacity might not measure up in a place like this, but you proved yourself wrong. However, your confidence suffered a blow when Bob unexpectedly asked, "What's next?"
"You mean, what should we do next? Maybe a tour of the house would be fun…" Bob interrupted you. He pointed at the two other plates, and repeated in a devilish way: "What's next?".
"Oh! Oh no oh no… I just can’t! I’ve eated twice as much as I ever eaten in a single meal… There’s no way that I can put anything else in this belly…", you groaned, patting your swollen, pregnant-like belly. It was so distended, so round, you doubted whether you could digest all the food you had consumed.
Bob and Oscar looked at each other with a grin. They positioned themselves on either side of the bed and slowly closed in, their large bellies enveloping you like a scene from an Indiana Jones trap room. But instead of being crushed, their soft, squishy bellies completely engulfed you. An orgasmic moan escaped from your mouth.
O: "We thought you wanted to get bigger. That’s what you said in your reservation email."
They pressed their bellies closer, sandwiching you in the middle and applying a firm, deliberate pressure. You thought you were gonna faint from horniness.
B: "Don’t you want a belly like mine?"
Bob slapped his belly, and the wave could be felt from inside the fat cocoon that you were trapped in, bouncing on your skin, and reverberated inside Oscar as well. They slowly backed away, leaving you dumbfounded, numb and empty minded. Now, they could do whatever they wanted to you.
B: "So, which one?"
You couldn’t speak, you just pointed at the mountain of pancakes. Oscar picked it up, and the closer it got, the bigger it seemed. It wasn’t just a stack, it was stacks upon stacks, like the building of a miniature city, except each tower was 6 inches in circumference. Needless to say that the whole thing was drowned in rich syrup. No way that even one of these stack would fit inside you. You imagine how big you would have to get to eat the whole thing. But it was just wishful thinking, right?
He layed down the plate on the bed table, and you heard it creak. "How heavy was this thing? Wait, how heavy am I?", you thought. "I’m surely way pass my record weight right now. And he’s about to feed me even more. Holy—"
You come back to your senses when Oscar pushed a stack of pancake inside your mouth. "MMMHMM!!! MHMMH!!!!!", you screamed, muffled by the pancakes that filled your entire mouth.
O: "Relax little fella, just swallow. Think of yourself as a balloon, capable of growing infinitely. The food, that’s your fuel. You want it. You need it. It’s your chance to get as fat as you always wanted. Just swallow."
You stopped squirming and you started to relax listening to Oscar’s soothing, deep, voice.
O: "You’re a snake, capable of devouring things several times your size. You just have to let it slide inside you. Little by little."
It wasn’t easy, but you tried to move your throat to make the food go down an inch. And another.
O: "That’s it buddy. Go on."
You swallowed further and further, feeling the endless mound of pancake fo down your throat. When it reached your stomach, you could feel it distend. Grow. Stretch. It pushed you from the inside, making you grow bigger every passing second. You hadn’t thought it was possible for your belly to grow any bigger, yet here you were, surpassing what you believed to be your limit, with no end in sight.
When your mouth was finally empty, you gasped for air. You can’t believe that you were force fed for the first time of your life. And you wanted more. Bob gave you a much needed belly rub. It made you relax, fall back into a submission state that allowed Oscar to grab another stack and repeat the same step again.
He was literally stuffing you, like in a build-a-bear workshop (or build-a-pig in that case), except there was no seem to burst if the stuffing was too hard. Instead, just a balloon-like skin that could seemingly expand as much as you want, even tho the pressure was incredibly strong.
For each stack that Oscar forced into you, you felt more and more numb, overpowered by the desire to grow as much as you can.
And then, it happened—the final stack. You couldn’t believe it. Your body felt like an overinflated basketball, stretched to its absolute limit, teetering on the edge of bursting. "No… I’m… gonna… blow…" you begged, your voice strained. But Oscar and Bob were seasoned in the art of feeding. They knew the struggle of the last bite all too well—it’s always the hardest. Still, no matter how impossible it seemed, that last bite always found its place, even if it needed a little extra push. That push is a bit easier when it’s given by a mountain of muscle such as Oscar. That time, you didn’t even swallow. He literally pushed the food inside you, as if he was trying to put a sleeping bag into its sleeve. Impossible, and yet, with enough force:
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOMMMMPPHHHH!". You moaned and groaned, pressing on the side of your belly, afraid that it would blow up at any second. You couldn’t believe how big it was now. Your goal of hitting 60 inches seemed absurd as you had far surpassed it. Sadly, your belly button was now out of reach, and you were curious about its appearance under the intense pressure you were feeling.
"Holy hell guys… I never thought I would eat that much. Let alone on my first day. Oooooffff… Oh my god. I feel like a blimp... That was an incredible feeding."
B: "It’s funny, you talk as if it was over. What about my oatmeal?"
"OH NO. NO WAY. I’LL BURST! I can still feel my skin stretching from the pressure. You’ll make me explode!"
O: "No one explodes on my watch. We’re gonna blow you up even larger. Bob, bring the funnel."
Before you could say anything, Bob shoved a tube down your throat. On top, he place a big funnel. Oscar lifted the oversized bowl of oatmeal—so large it rivaled the size of a giant wok—and poured the sweet mixture down the funnel.
Your entire body said no. Your stomach was stretching beyond was humanly possible, your cheeks were filling like a squirrel making winter provision, but two parts of your body was saying yes. Your deliciously kinky brain was having the time of his life, living his favorite gainer stories in real life. And so was your dick, engorged like it had never been, red, pulsating, and painfull. You wanted it all. You wanted to be as big as you could. You would do anything to have that entire bowl inside you, eager to grow, bigger, larger. Immense.
That’s what Oscar saw in your eyes, that’s why he knew that it was ok to continue. Every gainer always wants to stop at each plate, but afterward, when they are filled to the brim, blown up until they are immobile, they always say one thing: "Glad I said yes."
When the oatmeal reached your stomach, you knew that there was no coming back. The whole thing was about to be forced inside you, and you could do nothing but grow to contain it all. Unlike the pancake, there was no pause. Just one long continuous stream of fattening food slowly forcing your body to expand in every direction. You were now larger than Bob. Your sides stretched out as large as the bed itself. Your spherical mountain of a belly was growing toward the ceiling. "Stuffed" wasn’t a strong enough word now.
You let yourself expand. You didn’t wanted it to end. After 5 whole minutes, the whole thing was inside you.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You were in awe.
You caressed the mound of tight skin dominating your body, barely registering how huge you are.
You stroked your belly as if it was your cock. A huge load of cum exploded out of you.
You stayed there, panting, for several minutes. You never had experienced something like this.
And he day has just begun.
(to be continued)
