Introduction + A Non-Fiction Story

Hi

I'm purposely not active online. It's no offence to gainer related social media it's just not how I like to meet people. So you can refer to me as ItsGonnaBe (my Grommr Pseudonym) or WaistLines or that guy wrote that one story, whatever you prefer. Honestly, I haven't really found myself in the gainer community just quite yet. I never really had the chance to explore (I'm rather young, 20 years old to be exact) and I can't quite say I want to gain or not. However, despite my introverted nature I decided when I was 17 that I would give it a try. Anyone in the gainer community can tell you that 17 is probably too young to start gaining. The main problem being money, the second being a minor, the third being the fact your metabolism is too efficient. But despite these obstacles I gained about fifteen pounds. I'm only five foot eight and went from 140 to 155 in about four months. It was my first and only gaining experience and it leads me to my first non-fiction story.

When I was in high school I was enrolled in PE. Despite my distaste for the subject it was mandatory. As it so happened, the swimming portion of the PE curriculum came around the same time I achieved my peak weight of 155 pounds. It doesn't sound like much, but trust me I had a baby belly. Anyways, after a few laps in the pool a lot of us went into the sauna (keep your pants on this story is rated PG-13). I sat down on the hot, wooden bench dripping with combination pool water and sweat. The droplets hit the small roll of fat that stuck out as I sat down. Randomly, one of my good friends started talking about saunas and their benefits. One of them being weight loss. When this came up I immediately, but casually snuck in the fact that I had gained a little weight. My friend responded with a joke and patting me on the abdomen. I almost had to focus on not getting too excited. After we left the community centre, the reality of what I was doing hit me. I was gaining weight on purpose. The only word I could use to describe the feeling was "unsure". Half of my brain was aroused by the fact that not only did someone acknowledge that I had gained weight, but also patted the what some people may call "baby fat" that was on my midsection. The other half of my brain was immediately insecure. Horribly insecure in fact. I wasn't comfortable in my own skin. I wanted to suck in my gut, which completely destroys the point of gaining. With these combinations of feelings I decided it was best that I lost the weight. It didn't take very long, I was back down to 140 in a matter of weeks.

I'm sure I'm not the only one whose had a similar encounter. Some people say you need an encourager to block out the "insecure" feelings. Some say it's just something you get over with time. I'm not sure, the only thing I'm sure of is the time is not now. I still weigh 140 pounds today and I feel most comfortable at this weight. I don't need to try hard to keep a slim figure, but perhaps one day that will change and maybe that will be the day I start gaining again. But, for now I do like watching bellies... I also like writing about them. So stay tuned.