OBrewski

Love hearing this! Any models in particular creating 🔥😁 mutual gaining content?

I know this topic comes up from time to time here but lately I've been really into mutual gaining, and have found a real lack of content, here or really anywhere online. Has anyone else struck gold on this? Any leads or areas I should look? Or maybe we could start a discussion here. I'm currently in a relationship with a thin person who has put on some weight over time, all belly. I am the partner who has probably gained more, but still would be considered fit. It's mostly a fetish/area of interest for me at this point. Anyone else? Know of any good sites or videos?

I decided to restart this story. I'd love your feedback! Part I: The Train Trip and the Cutoff Shorts I glanced over at my sleeping girlfriend, her mouth slightly open and her legs tucked underneath her. She was wearing a simple tanktop and a pair of cutoff shorts that she made herself earlier in the summer. On a train, we were headed to visit her grandparents and extended family, the first time I was going to meet any of them. She seemed nervous to see her family, but I was just excited to be on vacation. It had already been a relaxing and restful summer for the two of us, full of late night dinners with friends, afternoons at the beach, cocktails at home and lots of happy hours. Looking at Harper now, I could just start to make out the effects of our summer indulgence of her petite frame. Was it my wishful thinking? Or had my girlfriend put on about five or ten pounds this summer? She did look softer, fuller, less toned. In May her doctor had told her to ease up on running; tendinitis, he said, and he recommended rest and less strenuous exercise. This news really bummed her out. Forever, Harper had loved to run long distance and prided herself on her fitness. When we started dating three years before, she was very athletic, about 5’2”, 110 pounds, tight tummy and narrow hips and skinny runners’ legs. Now with the doctor’s warning she had barely exercised at all this summer. Maybe drinking and eating and lazing around had started to catch up on Harper’s small frame. Maybe her natural athleticism had started to wane, spurred on by her injury. Maybe this girl who was so naturally athletic and petite actually had a softer, plumper body underneath waiting to burst out. I was thinking, even fantasizing, about all of this potential when Harper’s thigh caught my attention. Milky-white, dimpled, and even kind of jiggly with the movement of the train, this was surely the tell-tale sign. My girlfriend had gained weight this summer. Bulging from underneath her cutoffs like I had never seen before, this little fat puff looked good enough to eat. I grabbed it and cupped it with my hand, hooking my fingers between her calf and her thigh. And as I started to doze off, I realized I had grown the biggest hard-on I had in months. Part II: The Snack Car and Arrival I woke to the sound of crunching. When I glanced over at Harper to see her hand in a bag of potato chips, she guiltily giggled. "What?! I was hungry! Plus the cafe car was open, and I just HAD to check it out." We both laughed, as I noticed the remnants of her cafe car raid on the floor - one empty bag of Doritos, a box of Pringles, some beef jerky, and two bags of M&M's. "I even had to unbutton my shorts," she laughed. "God, I'm getting so flabby." She sheepishly showed me the belly roll and her undone pants, only to quickly cover up. I felt myself getting hard again and wondered if now was the right time to tell Harper everything: should I come clean about being an FA? should I tell her that they way she had softened up over the summer made me incredibly horny? Should I tell her that I was more attracted to her now than ever before? But before I could say anything, Harper interrupted. ":Oh well, I'm not too concerned. It's just summer weight and I'll lose it when we're done with this crazy vacation. And when I can start running again..." Just then, we screeched into the train station. "OK,' Harper said. "Here's the quick rundown on my family. Aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa. My aunt Liv is coming to pick us up - she'll love you, she'll judge me. Just be your normal charming self and everything will go fine." She squeezed my hand. "And make sure you talk about how hot you think I am. I hope they don't say anything about this." She pointed to her little pooch and unbuttoned jean shorts` As she buttoned up, she said, "Here we go!" Aunt Liv was on the platform waiting for us, smiling and waving. I could see what Harper meant - Liv was Lululemon perfect: perfect hair, makepu, thin, tanned, toned, even though she was nearing 70. She was the spitting image of Harper. Well, the spitting image of skinny, athletic Harper, the Harper of a few months ago. Liv gave us both big hugs, and I introduced myself. "Very handsome! It's so nice to meet you" she exclaimed, and I could feel her sizing me up, and of course, sizing up her niece. "You look good too Harpie - a little different..." Aunt Liv trailed off. "OK, let's get going. I would say we should stop and get a bite to eat but it looks like you already ate on the train," Lic said with a trace of judgment in her voice. It was then that I realized Harper hadn't had time to clean up her indulgence. She had Dorito dust on her fingers, potato chip crumbs on her tank top. Which, by the way, could barely contain her boobs these days - had she gained there too?! "Don't be silly," Harper replied. "We just had a snack. I'd love to go to B and B Bagels! We can bring something back." Did I detect Aunt Liv rolling her eyes? "Alright To the bagel store we go! Just be careful you too: our family loves our carbs and smoked fish! You'll be rolling back to New York after a week here with Grandma and Grandpa." Harper giggled with a glint of mischief in her eyes. We hopped in Liv's car, onto this famous bagel store, and I secretly hoped that Harper would order two.

I like this topic, because it definitely resonates with me. Since joining, I've probably put on anywhere between 20-30 pounds over a decade - mostly due to aging, not really working out that much, and probably some sympathy weight with the objects of my affection. I currently weigh about 185lbs at 5'10" and have a very strange relationship to my fat: I love it, and hate it, sometimes at the same time and in the same breath. Nothing turns me on more than a stomach grab or the fantasy of mutual gaining (although I've never explicitly been in that kind of relationship). But I also want to get back in shape, try to eat healthy, and like it when my weight fluctuates down. Does anyone else have this push.pull?

This is my first attempt although I've been thinking about stories like this for many years. There's much more to come. Let me know your thoughts. I glanced over at my sleeping girlfriend, her mouth slightly open and her legs tucked underneath her. She was wearing a simple tanktop and a pair of cutoff shorts that she made herself earlier in the summer. On a train, we were headed to visit her grandparents and extended family, the first time I was going to meet any of them. She seemed nervous to see her family, but I was just excited to be on vacation. It had already been a relaxing and restful summer for the two of us, full of late night dinners with friends, afternoons at the beach, cocktails at home and lots of happy hours. Looking at Harper now, I could just start to make out the effects of our summer indulgence of her petite frame. Was it my wishful thinking? Or had my girlfriend put on about five or ten pounds this summer? She did look softer, fuller, less toned. In May her doctor had told her to ease up on running; tendinitis, he said, and he recommended rest and less strenuous exercise. This news really bummed her out. Forever, Harper had loved to run long distance and prided herself on her fitness. When we started dating three years before, she was very athletic, about 5’2”, 110 pounds, tight tummy and narrow hips and skinny runners’ legs. Now with the doctor’s warning she had barely exercised at all this summer. Maybe drinking and eating and lazing around had started to catch up on Harper’s small frame. Maybe her natural athleticism had started to wane, spurred on by her injury. Maybe this girl who was so naturally athletic and petite actually had a softer, plumper body underneath waiting to burst out. I was thinking, even fantasizing, about all of this potential when Harper’s thigh caught my attention. Milky-white, dimpled, and even kind of jiggly with the movement of the train, this was surely the tell-tale sign. My girlfriend had gained weight this summer. Bulging from underneath her cutoffs like I had never seen before, this little fat puff looked good enough to eat. I grabbed it and cupped it with my hand, hooking my fingers between her calf and her thigh. And as I started to doze off, I realized I had grown the biggest hard-on I had in months.

10 minutes is nothing!!! what's the bbw bar? address? any other hot spots or opportunities? hope to see you there soon!

Hi all: I'm a longtimer lurker, very infrequent poster on this board, and a big admirer of the more active members of this community. I've been living in NYC for awhile now and wonder who else is a New Yorker. I'm single, 29, an FA and interested in exploring all aspects of this community. Let's get some conversation going on here representing New York. All the best, OBrewski