Bob's Gaining journey - Part 10 (Epilogue) (Patreon)

They brought me to the hospital using a crane and a large truck. I had crossed the line. Too fat to move.

The Guinness Record book heard of me and quickly came to take photos and videos, declaring that I was the fattest man the world had ever seen. Their words, not mine!

In over a month of deflation and shrinking, they sucked more than a thousand pounds of fat from me. That’s more than two times the weight I was during my first visit to the doctor, just in fat! Can you imagine? They put me on a strict diet, and I began to exercise. I had my fun blowing up huge over the years, but I admitted that this time I went too far. I wanted to regain my mobility.

At first, it was rough. I had yards of excess skin all around me. I felt like a deflated balloon. They would put me in some kind of UV machine to force it to shrink down.

To help me fill that skin, I asked Oscar to help me work out. I needed to do some cardio too, to get back into shape. Well, a smaller shape, I guess. The extreme gaining had completely fucked my metabolism: everything I was eating was immediately absorbed. So when I started to work out and drink protein shakes, my muscles sucked it up like a sponge. I was getting BIG, FAST. Oscar was making me drink them in industrial quantities, as he was hooked on seeing me grow. The stars in his eyes were a great source of motivation. My pecs and arms got bigger than I thought possible, bigger than my mentor! We had to slow down my training, or else I was about to swell up into an immobile pile of muscles.

So here I am, a year and a half later, stronger than ever, with a very low body fat percentage!

Ha ha ha, yeah, you’re wondering how can I have no body fat and still sport this huge belly? Well, during my operation, the surgeons said that they couldn’t reduce the size of my digestive organs too much, or else it would have been too dangerous. So all you see here is an empty stomach and guts tightly packed, ready to be inflated again. Hidden under my belly fur, you could see that my skin is covered in wrinkles: my skin kept its ability to stretch. I can grab it like that, and… look how elastic it is!

Yeah, I miss being a 10 feet tall mountain of blubber, but I still remember how it felt, and it will be enough to keep me aroused for the rest of my life. Oscar said that if I stop working out, my metabolism is so slow that I would instantly balloon into a huge superchub! I suppose I can’t avoid going through my whole gaining journey all over again, one day or another…

Meanwhile, I still enjoy stuffing myself from time to time, destroying eating challenges, or beer belly contests… Everybody is always intimidated when they see my enormous body, but when it starts to expand more and more without any sign of stopping, they lose their shit. I’m known as the greatest eater alive. I’m reliving my dream each time. Do you want me to show you?

The End