Being

She teased him, by leaning seductively over the table to clean up the many empty dishes. This used to be one of many ways she would get him worked up enough to ravage her the way she liked, but these days, he was ravaging much more than his own waistline. He used to be so loving, yet so dominant, just the way she liked. He would gladly use his growing weight to his advantage to get her worked up, whether it was pinning her against a wall with his belly, or squashing her beneath him while he gorged on a meal she made. His favorite was bending her over the table after a hearty meal, and ramming into her so forcefully it h would cause belches to bellow out of him. That time seemed so long ago now.

“Just give….me…a minute….” He wheezed out, wiping sweat from his brow.

It took most of his effort to just walk from the bed to the kitchen these days, as his belly swayed heavily against his knees as he waddled. It had been years since he could reach himself down there, and now had to rely on her to enter her when he had the energy to attempt such an exercise.

“You sure? Can you even get up on your own?” She looked back at him, biting her lip. She slowly lowered her ample rear backwards onto his swollen gut, bouncing into him a bit. Belches escaped his lips every time she bounced back into him.

“Will…you..stop! Remember…who’s ….in charge….here…” he was still trying to assert dominance the way she used to love, but even he realized his limitations.

“Oh?” She turned around and leaned forward toward him sensually. She placed her arms on his gut for leverage, putting more pressure on his poor, stressed out ball of dough. She leaned forward as if to kiss him, but stopped close enough to stare him in the eyes. She flashed a playful smile, “are you sure you’re still in charge? I remember when you used to bend me over this table, plop your belly on my back, and fuck me til I saw Heaven. But that was a few pounds ago, wasn’t it tubby?” She pinched his belly and bounced on it a little. “I remember when you would make me straddle your thigh and feed you for hours, edging me along the whole time, now though? I can’t even see your thighs when you sit anymore. Looks to me like you let your appetite get a little out of hand. Maybe, I should be the one in charge now?” She kissed him on the lips and left him speechless. He knew he was in no position to argue.

“I’ll tell you what piggy, I have a cake cooling on the counter. You eat it all up for me like a good piggy, and I’ll let you cum…maybe,” she winked before walking behind him toward the counter. He was full beyond even what he thought possible, but he also felt himself get rock hard under all his flab. He hadn’t seen this side of her before, and had to admit, he was incredibly turned on.

She soon returned with a sheet cake, and a carton of heavy cream. She side eyed him and winked as she poured the entire carton all onto the cake, letting the moist cake soak up all the fatty cream. He couldn’t help but drool a bit as she brought a large forkful to him.

“Open wide tubby, this is the first night of a new life for you,” she made sure to rest her body on him as she forced the whole forkful into his mouth. “Hope you’re ready for this baby, because you’re still awfully skinny to me.” She kissed him on the lips after he swallowed the bite, before quickly bringing another bite to his lips.

The shirt you're wearing rides up and you tug it back down.

I laugh.

"You can't put down the fork and that's supposed to be my fault?"

You don't say anything because you're already too busy taking a huge bite. Your eyes close in bliss. You lean back in your chair and let out a pleased sigh as you chew. Your belly peeks out from under your shirt again at the movement but this time your hand goes to caress and squeeze the revealed pudge.

You make a little satisfied noise as you take a second bite, because you know I like it and because you just can't help yourself anymore. Before you even finish swallowing you take another bite, knowing that I won't be able to stop from teasing you.

"So greedy."

You smirk, patting your side so your soft fat wobbles despite already be so full.

"You made me this way."

I did. We both know it. With every praise and tease, pushing bite after bite past your lips. Teaching you gradually to associate this lifestyle with pleasure until you were craving it. But you were the one who wanted to go further, hooked on the hedonism and gluttony. Needing it all the time, even when I wasn't around, then begging me to unbutton your straining pants, all while desperately moaning for me to bring you more.

Your fingers drag and scrape lightly at the stretchmarks on your belly. You're teasing me. and it's working.

"Blaming me again?" My eyes haven't left your paunch, the way you're playing with it. All with one hand. You're still eating with the other. "With a full mouth, no less?"

You swallow, a little embarrassed. It's cute that you can still get flustered shamelessly eating as much as you do. But it's only a second before you're back to stuffing your face because when there's food in front of you all you can think about is needing to finish it.

"You just can't believe that you've done this to yourself," I continue, enjoying how insatiable you've become, "that you've slipped this far after what supposed to only be a little experiment? All that sitting around and constant eating while kneading palmfuls of your overtaxed tummy has turned you into this. It's so hot to see you lose control. How it makes you crave more of all it, more food, more fat..."

With the hand you've been fondling your fat, you slip a finger into your navel and whimper audibly.

You've admitted it a few times but every time I say it, I can tell it immediately makes you throb.

"You can't stop can you?"

You moan low and needy. Your nipples harden against the fabric of your shirt.

"You want more."

You nod, rubbing and hefting your tender tummy. A small burp escapes and you sigh.

"Always," you say breathlessly, "all the time, I'm so heavy now and it feels so good."

"Remember when realized you wanted this? And now you can't get enough."

Your hand moves lower at my words, and you begin to rut in your seat, panting intensifying, whimpering helplessly.

"Look what it's turned you into."

"Fuck," you whisper right at the edge, voice tight, until you stop, and for awhile, it's like you've snapped, as you focus ravenously on your meal. When you come up for air, you're groaning, an overfull stupor coming on in your half-lidded eyes.

I smile:

"We've conditioned you well, hm?"

You nod and rub your glutted stomach in wide circles, so full now your shirt can no longer cover all you, your earlier attempt at decency long gone. You stifle a burp, sucking in air.

"I'm so fat," you groan like you can't get enough of it. And you haven't been able to for months now, your entire wardrobe shows it. You'll need to size up again soon.

"Keep making me bigger."

I assess the damage of empty containers but I can hear you fine. I just want you to say it again.

"What was that?"

I want you to hear yourself. How you're begging and desperate to be fattened.

"Please keep making me bigger. I love getting fatter for you. I love what you've done to me."

You squirm when I pull a container from the delivery bag. A slice of pie you had added to the order when you were so hungry earlier and feeling confident about being able to finish everything with how insatiable you've been lately. Now you look at it and groan.

"You don't have to eat it."

"No.. I want to.. fuck, I really want to." You slap your stomach, then jiggling it slightly, leaning back. "I can't help myself anymore. I don't want to stop."

You lick your lips, biting the bottom one, your eyes full of lust and focused only on the food in my hand. A low impatient whine starts in your throat when you realize I'm taking my time.

"Letting go eating whatever you want, giving into decadence has made you so spoiled and demanding. Clearly," I tease taking the dessert from the container. "Maybe I should make it worse and feed you this last bit, hm?"

You make a desperate, excited sound as you squeeze your softened chest in anticipation.

I place a knee between your spread thighs and against your pudgy groin, for just a bit of teasing pressure. This is the first time I've touched you since your last meal. Your hips immediately respond despite your fullness and your hands go to the sides of your taut belly as I simultaneously press the treat to your lips. You open your mouth so willingly and greedily.

"Mmm, that's good," you say, mouth full, sluggishly grinding against my knee and squeezing your belly fat.

"You're eating so well for me," I praise. My cool fingers skim over and along your tender, heated skin. You tense in pleasure at the sensation. "Maybe I'll reward you later."

"Please," you beg, "I want to keep eating for you."

"Such a good pet."

I'm amazed how much you've changed since we started. Your body, of course, but also your mind.

"More," you demand and I oblige.

Your eyes are closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. You're lost in the pleasure, thinking of nothing else as you wrap your mouth another bite, the very picture of hedonism, thick thighs spread and your hands massaging your gut, plopping it docilely in your lap, double chin prominent as you eagerly and greedily accept another mouthful.

You've been eating all day with no signs of stopping.

And you know what?

Go ahead, blame me.

Your body is hypnotizing:

The way your fat jiggles and sways with every movement.

The way you struggle and grunt and groan with every basic task.

The way your appetite controls you.

The way your absolute NEED to be as big as possible influences your decisions.

Your impossible weight gain started with an innate desire that you had been ignoring all your life. Deep in your memory, you had always wanted to be fat. Not just fat... but immobile. As a young man, you never indulged in it; how could you? You cared too much about what people thought. But now that you're older, all you want is to see that desire become reality. And you got your wish.

Who cares what people think? You're happy. In fact, you're ecstatic. Your existence is pure hedonism. Every waking moment is filled with enjoyment and pleasure... from food to sex, you're always indulging.

Society sees your fat body in public. They laugh at you. They think you're an incel. If only they knew how active your sex life was... they would be jealous. Multiple times a day you get stuffed silly with food and then forcibly fucked. You burp and moan, your body filled with the ambivalence of uncomfortable fullness and sexual release. At this point, you know gluttony leads to sex. They are intertwined. They are both required. Gluttonous abandon always leads to cumming. And cumming is always followed by a feeding. It's a never-ending cycle: food and sex, feeding and fucking.

You are living your dream. And there is no limit. You are excited to see how big you can get... you look forward to the day you join the half-ton-club. It's coming sooner than you think.

You used to weigh yourself all the time. You'd measure your body with a tape measure, recording every inch gained. But now, it doesn't matter. Who needs the statistics when they are nearing a thousand pounds?

You will hit that goal sooner than you think. You want it more than anything. And if you put your mind to something, it will happen.

So dedicate yourself to it.

Enjoy the ride.

I love knowing the stages of this loss, that there will be so many warnings before he gets there...

First, he'll stard feeling his arms sink into his softness when he plays with himself, but he'll keep eating.

Then he'll notice he's losing length to his puffy fat pad, but his appetite will continue to grow.

Then he'll have to start pushing his belly out of the way just to access whats left of himself, but it'll just make him eat even more like an embarrassing piggy

Then he'll start losing grip, sad, struggling attempts to get off will end in so much sweaty, wheezy frustration... and an uncontrollably ravenous appetite.

But even losing access to his own cock wont be enough, he'll keep going, consuming more and more and more... and more, until there's nothing left, until not even I can play with him, until the only way he'll feel pleasure is when he fills himself to the brim with fattening junk and feels the pressure of his overfilled body pressing on his fully flab encased dick and the jiggle of even the slightest movement of his fleshy body will make him involuntarily cum...

Can you imagine him leaving an all you can eat buffet, whimpering on his way out, a pathetic stream of jizz dripping down his fupa... luckily his ridiculous belly hang hides the stain, but he still has to feel it and be reminded of what a perverted hog he is 🥵.

I love how ridiculously massive I look when sitting down 😈🤩

As you can see, I was still stuffing my face when this pic was taken today haha 🐷🐷

You're too fat to function, but your dick certainly seems to disagree. You feel the arousal and the physical sensation of sexual intoxication... but what can you do about it?

You're too fat to reach under your belly. Too fat to reach your own manhood. You've existed in this limbo of constant sexual desire with no ability to satisfy it. At least, no physical ability. Your gluttonous appetite seems to be the only thing that can finish you. That, and jiggling your fat.

If you can't reach your dick, or even the fat surrounding it, you can at least jiggle your belly aggressively with the hope that those hypnotic jiggles will transfer to your fat pad and help you cum.

But wouldn't it be better if there was another person there? A person who wants your fat body. A person who loves to see you eat and struggle and become impossibly aroused.

You fantasize about it. Stuffed to the brim, feeling the food in your stomach reach your esophagus... your only relief is burping. The more air you get out, the less full you feel.

But you enjoy feeling full. So, burping the air out, in your mind, is only making more room for food. And, yet again, that results in a reaction from your dick.

Eating: being impossibly full. Gaining: being impossibly fat... it is everything you ever wanted. If only you had someone who enjoyed it with you. Someone to stuff you into oblivion and dive beneath your belly to finish you off.

This will be a quick overview over how to become massive. This will be a rather scientific approach on how to increase white adipose tissue growth (i.e., fat gain), slow down metabolism and decrease muscle gain.

The 10 commandments:

1. Have a high-carb and low-protein breakfast. This will keep you hungry during the day.

2. Don't have breakfast within the first hour after waking, so your body will be more likely to store energy in the form of fat.

3. Try to build the majority of your diet on carbs. Carbs are highly likely to turn into fat, while proteins and fats are less likely. This is because they trigger a different hormonal response

4. Don't consume too much garlic, caffeine, green tea and spinach, since they contain nutrients that will increase fat burn

5. Fruits are fine, they can actually help you gain weight because of insoline spikes

6. Rest 15-30 minutes before eating. This is so your muscle cells close and don't absorb/burn much of the energy

7. Don't shower or bathe cold, don't swim regularly and put on warm clothes during winter. Cold exposure not only burns a lot of calories, your body will actually form brown fat tissue, which is a kind of fat designed to burn fat for warmth

8. Dig into dairy products and white grains (e.g., wheat-products) for an increase in fat gain

9. Have 2-3 high-calorie meals during the day and add snacks in-between as you wish.

10. Sweetness is your friend, no matter if sugar or artificial sweeteners

Following these 10 commandments will make it almost impossible to not gain weight. Combine this with a lot of stuffing and a high caloric excess (e.g., eating 5000+ calories per day) and you will presumably be putting on several pounds per week.

You want to be fat?

Then do it.

Succumb to your gluttony.

There's nothing stopping you but other people's opinions.

If you are brave enough, their opinions won't matter, and never will.

Eat to your heart's content.

Grow out of your clothes.

Become too fat to even fit in non-custom clothing.

Embrace the struggle: the effort of stairs, of waddling, of squeezing through doorways.

Be proud of what a fat man you are.

Make people uncomfortable: touch and jiggle your breasts and belly in public.

Go out to eat, filling two chairs with your huge rear.

Order the full menu.

Don't be discouraged by the stares.

Belch loudly.

Express how hungry you are, despite eating enough food for a family of 10.

Be a true, gluttonous, fat man.

I'll shower you with attention.

You'll feel pride at how fat you are getting. Hundreds of pounds appear on your frame through the years... you become immobile.

But you love every second.

You love every pound.

You want to become even more impossibly heavy... an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records.

You make it a goal... 1400lbs.

Is it possible?

Well, you're going to find out. And, no matter the effort, you'll work your way to that world record.

My impossibly fat piggy. ♡

You had to make that choice... enjoy your extreme appetite and find mental arousal; or try to diet, hoping your penis will be reachable again.

I don't think anything but gluttony could win. How aroused you were around food just showed that you didn't need access to your manhood to find pleasure. You just wished you weren't alone in that endeavor.

Is there a partner out there who would encourage your need for gluttonous obesity? You knew it was "a thing". But you hadn't met anyone else into it. You joined fat positive sites; hoping there would be someone who wanted to encourage your extreme appetite. You felt left in the dark... there were something called "FFAs"... but they were all taken by a partner already. A polyamourous relationship was a possibility... but you wanted a monogamous one. You wanted all the attention doted on yourself.

So you indulged... every day. There was still the hope of finding someone who wanted you getting fatter. But you didn't want to wait. So you ate. And ate.

You were surprised at how quickly you gained, and you hoped... at some point... there would be a feeder or fat admirer who would help you.

Keep eating.

Keep looking.