You’ve gotten so fat… but its not enough. You want to get fatter. 400 pounds seemed like a lot to you… now you’re thinking about fattening up to 800 pounds. You’re pretty sure by then you’d be immobile, too fat to walk. But that gets you hard. You get off to that. So fat that your thighs become too heavy, pressing against one another as you walk. Your butt is getting pretty fat now, which is making things harder, like sitting comfortably in normal sized chairs or squeezing into small bathrooms. But fuck that, you want it to get bigger, fatter, heavier. The idea that your own butt is too big and heavy gets you hot, but the thought of it aiding in your immobility makes you even hotter. It’s getting so hard just to get yourself off. Its exhausting isn’t it. Pretty soon you won’t be able to reach down there, nor will you be able to touch your belly button. Your belly needs to reach your knees. No… past your knees. All the way down to your feet. Which will already be buried in the fat of your two-foot thick thighs. No… four-feet thick. You’ll be as wide as a king sized bed. Beyond 800 pounds and beyond immobility. A thousand pounds. Two thousand pounds. You can’t move your thighs at all and your arms are almost a hundred pounds each. Your cock is buried so deep in fat that it’ll never be touched again. Your fat pad bulges out under your belly, probably weighing close to 80lbs. It keeps growing, burying your cock deeper and deeper and deeper in fat. You want more. So much more. Thousands more. 3,000 pounds. You can’t lift up your arms anymore. All you can do is wiggle your fingers and toes around, but even those are becoming swallowed by fat. What one might call your wrists and ankles have swollen over the base of your hands and feet. Fatter, fatter, fatter. 4,000 pounds. No, 5,000. Your hands and feet are gone. Sunken into your fattening body. All you can do is eat and eat while you get fatter and fatter and fatter. Your body hangs off the sides of the bed. The frame snapped a couple hundred pounds ago meaning you’re closer to the ground and your love handles and thighs have reached the floor, spreading across its surface. You struggle to even open your mouth. Your neck and cheeks have grown so massive that they have become too heavy to move. You don’t care. You want to get fatter. So much fatter. 6,000 pounds. 7,000? The bed is completely hidden by your fat. You fill half of the room already, but it’s not enough. I think you can get fatter. Say it. Say it, you fucking pig. Fatten me up. Make me fatter. Please, make me so much fatter. I’m not fat enough. I want to get fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter…
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