BIGGEST FATTEST CHUBS

From a little, athletic, skinny boy (155lbs; 70kg)

To an enormous, lazy, fat King (374lbs; 170kg)

Stunning Progress. Congratulation the_ncbelly94 🤩

He stared down at his body. He couldn’t see the ground. His feet. Or even his dick — although he could felt it pulsating underneath his pad of fat.

His encourager Zach narrowed his eyes as he looked Jeremy over, taking in his full form.

“Still not enough.”

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Jeremy was never one to turn down a cookie — or ice cream, candy or sweets of any kind. Since he could remember, his mother would always have a sleeve of cookies in her purse for him, and at least a couple of chocolate bars.

Anytime he would get upset, he was placated with sugary goodness. And of course, it showed.

From the moment Jeremy could walk, he was told he was in the upper percentile for weight. By the time he was 16, he was 438 pounds and he loved it.

He didn’t do the best in school, but he didn’t care. He did well enough to pass, and he was happy. With his fair, olive complexion and dark hair, he found himself cute. And yet, he could never find a boy who wanted to indulge in his fat like Jeremy did himself. He loved his fat and loved how big he was.

As a kid, he was teased, but he took it in stride. He never took offense to how others whispered or called him names. When he waited for his mother to pick him up, the other teens and their parents would just stare at this grotesquely large child and wonder how he got that way. Of course, they didn’t have to wonder long —

As soon as they say his mother come to pick him up in her SUV, she would help him struggle into the back seat, use the seat belt extender to make sure he was secured, and always had a fast food meal ready for him as an “after-school snack.”

He ate the same thing every day at 3:15 — two large double quarter pounder meals, an extra large coke and a large strawberry shake. 

As soon as his mother started driving off, Jeremy tore into the bags. “Honey, make sure to eat all it — you’re a growing boy and I’m sure you had a hard day at school!” Jeremy smiled at his mother and nodded, although things weren’t so bad. He only had one paper to write tonight, and then he could play around online the rest of the time. He felt his belly jiggling as they drove and couldn’t wait to make it home — he was starving! 

Once they got into the house, Jeremy grabbed the rest of the double-decker devil’s food cake that he had started on this morning. He had about half of it left. His stomach grumbled — he was going to need more than that! He grabbed a family-sized bag of Doritos and a box of Little Debbie swiss rolls and waddled to his room. 

Jeremy got into his bedroom, closed the door, and stripped from his clothes. He was soaking in sweat. He flopped down on the bed and started browsing Grommr, seeing if any guys had messaged him since he’d posted his new update this morning — he was trying so hard to make it to 450 lbs, and seemed to have hit a plateau. As he started digging into his leftover cake with his hands, he started jigging his belly absentmindedly. But soon, his belly started to get more attention. He grabbed a large bite of the cake in his hands, shoved it in his mouth, sat up and started using the leftover frosting to jack off. But as soon as he started, his phone dinged....

“Hey fatboy — lovin’ the pics....I’m new to town and looking for someone to feed. Wanna meet up?” 

Jeremy sat straight up — this was a candid message! He’d never had an admirer actually offer to meet up before…he was so excited….he had to shower! 

He waddled through his doorway to the shower — I wish I could get stuck, he thought. Maybe this guy can help me get there….

“Sure — how’s McDonalds?” Jeremy decided to text back casually, while still having a bit of fun. 

As he let the water wash over his rolls, he jiggled his belly and got excited thinking about how much bigger it would soon be with some help. 

Jeremy took about 10 minutes to dry off, and then went back to his bedroom. He ate his chips and finished his cake while browsing Reddit, trying to keep his excitement down for tonight. 

“Jeremy, dinner!” His mom called out. Even though it was just the two of them, his mom always made plenty of food — enough to at least feed four people. And she hated having leftovers. Tonight was no different —

His mother always had a small salad and mixed up whatever she cooked that night into her plate. But Jeremy’s side of the table was always piled high — a large dish of mashed potatoes, a full baking tray of homemade mac & cheese, a whole chicken, roasted asparagus with bacon, and of course, a large pineapple upside-down cake for desert. 

Jeremy smiled. He loved eating, and his mom knew it. She always made sure he was completely full before leaving the table, and never minded when he asked for more once he was done. 

Jeremy dug in with gusto. He let his mother get her plate set, and then he went to down. He never needed a plate, because he ate straight out of the serving dishes. Jeremy started with the chicken, and then took a taste of his mom’s legendary mac & cheese. She made a full tray at least five times a week, because he just couldn’t get enough. Jeremy was determined to gain a couple pounds that night, and it showed. He didn’t slow down one bit, not even during his last few bites of cake. “Wow, you really needed to get some food into you!” his mom exclaimed. 

Jeremy chugged down the rest of his 2-liter of Coke, belched, and then patted his belly. “Thanks Mom! That was delicious!” 

He stumbled to his room to get dressed. He needed to be at McDonald’s in an hour! 

As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw a Scion TC with the interior lights on. He pulled a few spots away and took out his phone. It dinged instantly. 

“Let’s do this, fatboy.”

Jeremy was excited. As he moved his steering wheel to hoist his poundage out of his car, the boy who stepped out of the coupe was perfect. He had dirty blonde hair that was perfectly long and swept to the side. He was wearing a v-neck white t-shirt and had a gorgeous smile. As Jeremy lumbered over to him, the blonde boy started tracing his tongue around his lips. 

“Excited to see me?” Jeremy asked. 

“I have been waiting so long to find someone like you…shall we go in?”

They walked into the golden arches, and the boy ordered for Jeremy. 

“Let’s see…we’ll have five Big Macs, two orders of 20 Mcnuggets, three exta-large fries, and two large chocolate shakes!” 

“Can we make them strawberry?” Jeremy asked. He wasn’t sure if he could fit all of this food into him after his large dinner, but he was going to try. 

The boy told Jeremy to grab a seat, and he got one right near the register, thinking they would go out to the car. However, the boy brought over the four trays of food and looked him right in the eyes. “Aren’t you going to eat?” He asked. 

“I thought we would go to the car.” 

“What? And not put on a little show? Come on, I’ll help!” The boy started feeding Jeremy, and he realized in his excitement he hadn’t even asked his name. “Bluff gorgfh name?” He asked with a full mouth. 

“Zach. And you’re Jeremy, right?” 

“Yea”

Jeremy was about halfway done with his large meal, but was starting to slow down. At that point, Zach raised up his shirt and started rubbing Jeremy’s belly. Jeremy noticed they’d caught the eye of the cashier. He tried to move his hand down. 

“No, let’s give them a show! They know where they work!” Zach started tickling Jeremy and then squeezed his nipple. Jeremy squealed. 

“OOO, you like that, huh piggy? How about this??” Zach grabbed the next burger and shoved it in Jeremy’s mouth. At that moment, Jeremy felt as though he knew happiness. Here was this gorgeous boy, stuffing him full in front of people in McDonald’s, and Jeremy wanted more. He started grabbing food and eating it as though he never had before. Afterwards, the cashiers gave them a look of disgust. Zach lifted up Jeremy’s belly and looked at them while saying, “I can’t wait to get this fat boy bigger!” 

The cashiers looked away quickly, but Jeremy and Zach laughed. Jeremy had to be hoisted out of the table by Zach, and he slowly waddled to his car. 

“You know, I had a lot of fun tonight,” said Zach. 

“Me too — when can we do this again?” asked Jeremy. 

“I want to do this again ASAP — what about after school tomorrow?” 

Jeremy and Zach met by the flagpoles after school and drove to McDonald’s. This time, they went through the drive through. Jeremy told him his usual order, and Zach laughed and said, “Why not just double it?” 

Soon, they had a ritual. Every day after school, Jeremy would ride in Zach’s car to stuff himself, then go home and stuff himself again. Soon he was eating more than he ever thought possible — on top of breakfast, lunch and his mother’s gargantuan dinners,Jeremy found himself eating double his traditional daily McDonald’s. Now he would eat four large double quarter pounders, four extra-large fries, extra large coke and two large strawberry shakes. Within a month, his weight ballooned to 463lbs. 

Zach kept wanting to take it to the next level — “it’s almost our summer, let’s see how big we can make you fatboy!” He would say to Jeremy and then tackle him onto the bed, jigging his belly. Jeremy knew he didn’t want anything more than this. He agreed that they should be together as much as possible over the summer. “I always gain when I’m with you. And I love being with you.” Soon, Jeremy’s mom agreed that Zach could stay over as long as he liked, and bought him a small cot. Jeremy took this time to take advantage of being fed. 

Soon, he wasn’t leaving his bed. Zach would wake him with a gainer shake, then make a huge stack of pancakes and bacon for breakfast, and have him wash it all down with a large bowl of cereal with heavy cream. As soon as they were done, it was time for lunch — they usually ordered in, and Jeremy loved pizza. He would normally finish off two large pizzas and a cheesecake for lunch, then sleep off the afternoon. 

Zach would wake him with the smell of fast food bags, and Jeremy would wake up, binge on thousands of calories in beef, fries and grease, and then sleep again. 

After a month, Jeremy was up to 500 lbs. He was starting to become immobile. After a long talk with Jeremy’s mom, Zach and him decided it was best to get their own place. “Now we can really pump the pounds on you, fatboy!” Jeremy was ecstatic — he always imagined being this fat, and now he would keep growing. 

Their daily routine fell into hours where Zach and Jeremy simply lied together, absentmindedly running their fingers over one another, caressing each other’s bodies and fawning over Jeremy’s massive stomach and his growing body.

He had fat everywhere at this point. He’d reached 531 lbs, and there wasn’t an inch of him not covered in fat. His fingers were chubby sausages that couldn’t make a full fist, and even his thighs had rolls. When he sat down, his moobs hung down and covered his chest,, and his muffin top completely covered his pubic area.

“Your body is simply amazing,” Zach crooned to Jeremy one night after they had finished a huge binge, feeding Jeremy for nearly six hours from the time they got out of school until 8:30. They hit up all the usual fast food places, and finished it off at a bakery, where Jeremy “sampled” at least three different cakes.

As Jeremy grew, so did the money necessary to keep him fed. Soon, Zach and Jeremy simply didn’t have enough money to keep it up. It was nearing May, and they would be finishing school soon. Jeremy never had a dream beyond getting bigger. Now that they were graduating, they decided to get an apartment together. His mother approved of Zach and gave them some money to go out on their own. After a few weeks, funds started running low again. Jeremy’s mother told them she would pay the rent and the essentials, but they still had an enormous hole in their food budget.

Zach brought up the idea of a job one night — “what if you just worked somewhere that didn’t care how fat you got?”

Jeremy snapped his head towards Zach. Zach continued, “ I saw a sign in McDonalds — I guess they were tired of all the complaints they were getting from the judgy cashiers. Zach gave Jeremy his adorable wry smile, and his eyes twinkled. “You could eat all the burgers you could dream of.”

Jeremy’s dick grew hard. “Okay, but on one condition — you have to get a job where you can keep me fed, too. If we’re gonna commit to this, we have to do it all the way. After all, I’m sure I’ll lose a few pounds from the exercise. What about that bakery?”

Zach went into the bakery the next day to inquire about work — the owner, a fashionable gay man in his fourties, was ecstatic about such a young, hot man like Zach in his shop 8 hours a day. Plus, most of his business were moms. Imagine how many treats they would buy if they got to see him! Zach got hired on the spot.

Meanwhile, Jeremy bunched up his in overflowing fat into sweats and a t-shirt that were two sizes too small. Jeremy used to wear a 6x, but since he kept growing, he couldn’t find any clothes he could afford. His stomach peeked out four inches from the bottom of his T-shirt. He beamed as he walked into the McDonald’s. He’d never felt fatter, and never felt more confident and excited. The manager was eager to get someone on staff that looked like the majority of their customers. “It’ll make them feel more comfortable,” he chuckled. “Don’t forget to eat plenty, buddy. Show ‘em how much they can be putting away, and I’m sure it’ll be good for sales.”

Jeremy was beyond shocked. His manager basically gave him carte blanche to get even fatter. “And here, Jeremy — as a welcome gift, why don’t you take Home a box of patties.” Jeremy called Zach from the parking lot. He was so excited he could barely talk. “Meet me At McDonalds!”

When Zach arrived, he grabbed the box of food from McDonald’s and convinced the manager to part with the burgers they were going to toss out for the night. “From now on,” he told them, “make sure Jeremy eats ALL of these every night!”

Zach got in the car and started to pull out of the parking lot, but he didn’t head home. “Where are we going?” Jeremy asked.

“You’ll see, fat boy. Now we can really put some pounds on you.”

Zach pulled into the bakery and helped Jeremy out of the car. “Now, my manager had at least three or four cakes that he has to get rid of every night. But I told him I had an, erm, ‘green’ way of disposing of it.” He smiled his wry grin and shuffled Jeremy into the back.

“Now let’s get to work, fat boy.”

For the next few months over summer, they had their routine. Jeremy would work the closing shift at McDonalds, eat their leftover burgers and food — which was usually at least 15-20 burgers, on top of his employee meal and unlimited soda — and then Zach would pick up his stuffed fat boy and they would drive to the bakery, where Zach loaded up Jeremy with plenty of fat, sugar and carbs every night. They always started with a small cheesecake, then Jeremy devoured all the cakes to be thrown away — there were always at least two, if not three or four. Zach wouldn’t take Jeremy home until he was sufficiently stuffed to his liking — several times they were there until dawn, trying to push Jeremy past his fill.

Quickly, Jeremy’s body started to inflate with fat. He gained 10 pounds in their first week with the new routine, and after the end of June he was up to 578 lbs.

“Wow, fat boy! How you doing?” Zach asked one night at the bakery after Jeremy had put away a couple cakes and was still going strong.

“Hmmmf....I wanna get so fat for you, Zach.” At this point, Jeremy was usually into a stupor from his eating. Zach kept pushing more cake into him.

Zach grabbed one of Jeremy’s giant breasts and jiggled it. He started to suck on his nipple and caressed Jeremy’s rolls. At this point, Jeremy was practically naked every hour of the day except for work.

“You’ll get your second wind soon, fat boy.”

“I know it,” Jeremy said. “I’ll keep pushing through.”

Once they made it home, Jeremy slept for his usual 12 hours to turn all of those calories into fat.

Zach woke him up one morning with a giant blender full of gainer shake.

“I bought it online. Apparently it made one guy gain a pound a day!”

“Nice! I’m stoked.” Jeremy grabbed the giant pitcher and started to chug. The blender was soon empty. Jeremy thrust the pitcher toward Zach “More Please!” He smiled with the shake running down his cherubic face.

Zach went back to the kitchen to finish Jeremy’s normal breakfast. His fat boy was becoming insatiable. He would eat a full 2 pounds of bacon, a dozen eggs, a full stack of 10 pancakes, a liter of syrup, a full box of Cheerios and a gallon of milk. Now Zach was adding in an extra 3,000 calories every morning with Jeremy’s gainer shakes.

While Zach finished Jeremy’s breakfast, the fat boy struggled out of bed. It took him nearly five minutes now, but he refused to take help. “I want to keep my mobility as long as I can,” he’d tell Zach as he panted and sweat poured down his fat rolls as he kept shifting himself around.

The more Zach thought about it, the more a large loft made sense. Jeremy wouldn’t have to shuffle through doors, and he would be free to grow as large as possible.

They moved into a large garden-level loft, and Zach made sure the that they had plenty of food stores. He had three fridges installed, and two more on either side of the bed. At this point, Jeremy’s fat was taking its toll on his job. He’d only been at McDonald’s for three months, but by the end of the summer he’d nearly crested 700 pounds.

Jeremy’s boss surprised him at work the next week. “Hey big bud, come on in my office!”

Jeremy waddled over, but he could hardly fit into the office. The boss stood up and walked over to him.

“I’m proud of you and all of the work you’ve done to bring this store’s sales up to one of the highest in the state! In fact, corporate is promoting me for finding you, and they’ve told me to leave you the store. Congrats bud — you’re a franchise owner! You can eat all the burgers you want and nobody can stop you!”

Jeremy practically fell over. His eyes were shiny with tears of excitement, “you mean it?”

“I do. Get going hiring some people — I’m sure you can do your job from home.”

When Zach picked up Jeremy that night, Jeremy shared the news with him. Zac said, “I have an idea. Let’s stay here and see how stuffed we can get you. Now that it’s all yours, who cares how much you eat??”

Jeremy nodded vigorously and leapt into action. In fact, Zach had never seen his fat boy move so fast. Jeremy fired up the grill and threw a fresh box of burgers onto the grill. He turned on the ice cream machine and the fryer and started cooking up the largest meal he’d eaten to date.

Zach managed to stuff Jeremy all night, and when it came time for the day crew to arrive at 6am, he gave them all the day off, saying their new owner had to “get acclimated.”

By the time they finished at 3pm, Jeremy had been stuffing his face for over 12 hours. He had eaten over two boxes of patties — at least 100 burgers — as well as the store’s supply of fries. At one point, Zach hooked up a hose to the ice cream machine, set it on low, and Jeremy just chugged for two hours.

At the end of it, the store was a mess. Jeremy couldn’t move because he was so full. He hired a cleaning crew and Zach laid down the seats for him. That was one of the last times Jeremy went out.

By the end of the year, Jeremy was nearly at a half-ton. At Christmastime, Jeremy stared down at his body. He couldn’t see the ground. His feet. Or even his dick — although he could felt it pulsating underneath his pad of fat.

Zach narrowed his eyes as he looked Jeremy over, taking in his full form.

His fat had practically morphed him into another person. Jeremy was so fat, he couldn’t fully sit up, let alone stand. His arms were the size of his legs when he started, and he could barely lift them. His stomach drooped out nearly four feet in front of him, constantly gurgling with hunger.

His butt lifted him almost a foot off the ground, and his giant rolls nearly overflowed onto the floor. His nipples were almost six inches wide, and his moobs were large sacks of pure fat. His skin was so soft and smooth, and his four chins jiggled constantly. He was the epitome of fat — he would eat for hours and hours on end, and still not become satisfied. Zach had signed them up for a weekly hot meal home delivery service, and paid enough for three families’ worth of food in a month. It was a start, but barely put a dent in Jeremy’s massive appetite.

Jeremy and Zach agreed:

“Still not enough.”

Zach got a feeding cart and a machine that would be constantly feeding Jeremy 3,000 calories an hour. It worked by hooking into their water line, and Zach only had to fill it twice per day with powder. The machine had a large feeding tube hooked directly into Jeremy’s stomach, so he could eat and still be taking in calories. It was a contraption they lboth thought up when Jeremy was eating constantly and yet still couldn’t get his fill. This way, he was able to get calories literally constantly, even while he slept.

Now Jeremy could really fatten up. In the next month, he’d gained 104 pounds — putting him only 20 pounds away from the legendary half ton.

One night, Zach and Jeremy were doing their usual to push Jeremy into a food coma, but he’d been eating for 12 hours with no stopping. Their apartment was full of his latest conquests: 3 large supreme pizzas, 3 large bags of cereal, a full box of McDonald’s patties — not to mention the 1000 chicken nuggets. Jeremy had eaten pans and pans of pasta, mashed potatoes, 4 whole chickens, 3 whole cakes, and he still showed no sign of stopping — even all of that while his gainer shake pumped over 60,000 calories into him.

Jeremy looked at Zach with his wet, hungry eyes. “Keep feeding me, please. I want to get so fat for you, Zach. I can’t ever get enough!”

“That’s right, fat boy. You’ll keep eating and eating and it will never be enough, will it?” You’re nearly half a ton and still can’t get enough....and you NEED to be much fatter. I’ll have to try harder!

Zach realized he’d have to call in reinforcements. He was just exhausted and so horny from the cooking and, of course, the feeding.

Jeremy’s stomach now hung down and out so far that Zach could barely read him to push more food into Jeremy’s mouth. Sometimes he would just get on top of Jeremy’s gigantic stomach and feed him from there — it was easier.

Zach called a few friends that worked in catering, and told them to send their best people. His friends knew of Jeremy and would come over often. They loved feeding him, stroking his fat and jigging his hundreds of pounds.

Soon, the boys showed up. “Wow!” One of them said. Their eyes practically popped out of their head when they saw the sight that Jeremy had become.

He had finally reached 1,000 pounds and was ready for more. Zach’s friends didn’t want to start without a bit of a celebration, first!

“You’re not full, yet, are you fat boy?” They teased.

“You’ve got plenty of room in there, don’t you piggy??”

Jeremy smiled and oinked back nice and loud, and said — “if you can feed me to where I’m full, I’ll be beyond surprised. I haven’t felt full for months....”

The boys huddled together and formed a plan. Zach got on the phone with all the delivery places in the area and ordered enough food from each of them to feed a small army.

“Okay, fat boy.....You ready for this?”

Zach and the boys went to town. Jeremy had never had food shoved in him so fast. A whole tray of lasagna, a whole tray of Mac and cheese, a whole mixing bowl of pudding, 12 grilled cheese sandwiches, 3 pizzas.....his gullet was practically insatiable. And his fat just grew and grew. At this point, Zach had set the gainer shake machine up to the maximum setting. On top of the insane amounts of food Jeremy was eating, he was also receiving 10,000 calories per hour. He was gaining at an alarming rate — even his gainer shake alone was shoving nearly a pound of fat an hour onto Jeremy’s frame. He was in heaven. After 18 hours, Jeremy finally flaggged.

His stomach was distended four feet in front of him. His jowls aches from chewing. Looking at his form, you couldn’t see where his face ended and his neck and shoulders began. He was one huge mound of fat.

His stomach had three huge shelves, each bigger than the last, covering up his entire private area. His moons hung low on his sides, nearly scraping the floor. His legs were enormous — encased in hundreds of pounds of fat, he could barely even wiggle his toes. His thighs, knees and even his shins were made of thick, white rolls of adipose tissue.

Jeremy’s rolls extended to his arms, which he could barely lift. He was just hundreds of pounds of fat, sitting there barely able to move.

His body was shiny with sweat from processing all of the food. He was simply exhausted.

Looking at him, the boys beamed as a group. He was now their half-ton hog, ever gaining and ever-growing.

Warning: This gainer story is a fiction that contains dark themes such as extreme obesity, force feeding, humiliation, immobility or kidnapping.

Jason was the son of an important member of the government of a tiny, beautiful, tropical island. And he was fat. Actually, at 390 lbs, he already was morbidly obese. “Way too fat for being just 19”, like his dad would usually say. He wasn’t happy about Jason’s size. They were part of the ruling class, a small and privileged part of the nation’s population that struggled to keep themselves in charge.

After a decade of recession and a corrupt government, people got poorer every year. Everybody knows that a starving population eventually leads to a revolution, so the government made sure, with the help of international aid, to flood the island nation with endless supplies of food. Not the best quality, not the healthiest, but food after all. They knew this would eventually cause an obesity pandemic that would get people lazier and addicted to food, and they would be less of a threat. The plan was working, but not as fast as they thought: The active life style of the islanders was slowing the process, but they expected definitive results in a decade.

The people ignored the real purpose of that government’s policy, even Jason did, though he had been the inspiration that made his dad become the mastermind that came out with the plan.

In the obesity nation that he envisioned, the same few families that had been in charge for decades had to be in shape, and make even more obvious the reason why they should keep the power: Simply because they were better than everyone else.

Everything was going according to the plan, except for one thing: Jason was still fat as a cow. They hired personal trainers, forced him into diets, and even gave permission to his little brother and friends to make fun of him and call him names in a desperate attempt of getting him in shape.

But Jason was just meant to be fat. He enjoyed eating big, and have long naps to digest all the food next to the swimmig pool. He kept snacks stashed in his room and even in his car. And when the house service would find them, he’d just buy more, or just get some of that food that they give away everywhere in the island.

He obviously thought about losing weight, his friends were so mean to him now. He had an argument with his best friend Rob, that told him he was too fat to attend his pool parties, that he scared away the girls with his giant tits and huge belly.

He looked himself in the mirror. He indeed had giant tits. Since he broke 350 last year, he had grown moob rolls on his sides and under his tits, and it looked like he had 4 boobs whenever he sat on his fat ass. And his belly… He grabbed and jiggled his underbelly, noticing it was hanging lower than ever, and all covered in red stretchmarks. It covered half of his fat pad now. With his dark hair and green eyes, he would have been considered very attractive to everybody… If he dropped some good 150 pounds.

His brother loved to make fun of how his dick was getting buried in fat. Sometimes he’d just go naked in front of him to show him what a real penis looked like. His brother Nick got all the good genes of the family, and he loved to brag about it in front of Jason. He was 3 years younger than Jason but he already knew someone would have to take his dad’s position in the government one day, and he just played his cards.

Jason couldn’t handle it anymore. The countrybwas way too messed up to start a life away from his family. And life was just so comfortable living in a mansion. Maybe it was time for a change, maybe if they saw he tried to get in shape they’d accept him, and he would keep his privileged position in their society.

His stomach rumbled. That was going to be a hard thing to do! He decided he would stuff himself with all the food he wanted, make a pig of himself, and start his new healthy life from the next day on. It would be extra hard with all the heat and humidity of the tropical summer, but he was determined.

He walked to the nearest store (he usually would drive there, baby steps), and got all his favorite snacks. He opened a box of chocolates and shoved them into his mouth. He sure was going to miss that!

He stopped and looked around him. The rich distrcit wasn’t the most crowded place, but there would always be some people here and there. But everything was so empty and quiet. It was so hot that day that everybody must have been at the beach, their pools, or in their houses. He was covered in sweat and the chocolate would melt if he didn’t eat it all right away. He looked in the bag. Where was it?

He was too busy being a glutton, he didn’t realize someone sneaked behind him, and covered his mouth and nose with some wet piece of cloth. He only could feel his heavy body falling before his mind just fainted.

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He woke up in a small room. His head was dizzy but he slowly started figuring out what happened: he was kidnapped. The rich kids were always talking about how worried their parents were about that possibility. Some gangs in the island tried it before, but the police only job was to keep the ruling class safe. Obviously they failed this time.

Jason recovered his senses and realized he was naked, his hands and feet tied to the old creaking bed where he was laying on. The walls were made out of bricks, and there was a small wooden door and a tiny window. He tried to look outside, and he saw a couple houses made of bricks, concrete and trash. There were thousands of slums like that in the island, there was no way he would know where he was. Next to the door there was a tv, old and rusty like he never saw before.

The door opened and two boys came in. They weren’t much older than himself. They were both shirtless and very tanned, like most guys living in the slums, they spent lots of hours under the tropical sun. One of them was quite tall, really muscular, with a big tattoo in his strong chest. The shorter one had curly hair, had strong arms, but had a small belly with some stretchmarks on it.

“Well, well, the pig is awake!”, said the tall one. “Go get the food, Eric”. The short one left the room with a smile on his face.

Jason was really scared. He didn’t know what were they going to do to him. He could only mumble a “Who… Are you?”.

“My name’s Dwayne. We are not the bad guys here. As long as you do what we say you’ll be safe”.

“And… What do you want me to do…?”

“Eat and get fat. I mean, fatter. You’re already the size of a baby hippo, look at you!”. Dwayne slapped Jason’ belly and grabbed the roll under his tits. “I bet your daddy isn’t happy that you are covered in lard. We are going to grow you, keep track of your weight, and send pictures to the government weekly, so they can see how you grow from baby hippo to overfed hippo. Believe me, it’s nothing personal. But it’s time someone did to them what they are obviously trying to do to us. My buddy Eric there used to be so lean, and he is a fatass now!”.

“Fuck you Dwayne!”, Eric was just coming back in. He was carrying a plate full of deep fried foods, his little belly jiggling with every step. “I’m doing my push ups but they ain’t working!”.

“Sure thing, bro. Come on, let’s feed this lardass”.

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Things really changed during the first month of captivity. The first weeks were tough, especially because they never got any message back to any of the pictures and messages they sent. Jason always thought his family loved him after all, but maybe he was wrong. After all the arguments about his weight that they had the previous months, they must had thought this was only Jason’s running away from the family, an act of rebellion against their health tyranny. Defying them by sending pictures of his fatness was just something they could never forgive. His dad must have been very embarrassed that the whole government saw his son fat like a hog, and just getting fatter like all those vulgar peasants. He even wondered if the police was really looking for him.

He shared all those thoughts with Dwayne and Eric. They were understanding, like he was of their cause. But most importantly, they were accepting of him and his body. Actually they were making him even fatter. And still fed him and treated him well after they agreed to untie him, as Jason accepted to help them make him huge. He thought about it. His family had abandoned him. All those spoiled rich kids always made fun of him. And his new life wasn’t that bad. He spent the days watching tv, hanging out with the guys, and of course eating big. He was encouraged to do it, instead of being lectured for it. He never left the house, as it would be dangerous. He was always naked, since Dwayne and Eric didn’t have the resources to get clothes big enough for him and with room to grow, plus Dwayne joked it would help them on keeping track of his gains. They would grab and shake his rolls talking about how fat he was going to get. It was so weird and embarrassing at first, but Jason started liking it, and usually would oink back at them. The gains were showing and everybody was pleased about it.

They were slowly becoming a family as they were getting so comfortable with each other, maybe even a bit too much. Jason asked for a shower, which was pretty much get watered with a hose in the tiny patio, where tall metal panels covered all the views. The pressure of the water accidentally got Dwayne all wet, and he took his shorts out. Jason thought many times about how gorgeous Dwayne looked: Those strong muscles, that perfect jaw line, the killer abs, and… A dick hung like a horse. Jason couldn’t stop himself that time and got rock hard. He prayed his fat would cover it but he wasn’t that fat enough yet. Dwayne saw it and laughed. “I thought your dick was small because of how fat you are, but now i see i was wrong! That’s not bigger than my thumb, fatass!”.

Jason was so embarrassed, it was like being back to the old days again, but then he saw how Dwayne was getting hard too. He blushed a little and said “I guess i like the idea of your dick getting buried in fat”.

Jason was so horny he just had to do it. “I think I want some dessert”. He struggled to get on his knees, and then sucked Dwayne dry. The thing wouldn’t fit in his mouth. He had his hands all over him, feeling his muscles, while his moves made all his fat jiggle.

“Eat, piggy, eat! Let’s get you massive”.

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The gains were starting to be quite noticeable. Jason was 450 according to an old scale. That was the scale’s limit and they were working on finding a better one soon. Jason was sitting on the couch eating fried chicken. He chugged some milk, and struggled to leave everything back on the table. He looked down and saw all his fat spilling everywhere, his tits bulging out, and his underbelly covering his crotch. His thighs were so massive they were growing its own rolls. All of him was covered in stretchmarks. Over 50 pounds in less than 4 months was more progress than Dwayne and Eric expected. Of course they didn’t expect Jason to cooperate that much, too. He constantly had food in his mouth. After finding out Dwayne’s little kink, he was trying even harder to gain weight. All those encounters with Dwayne were making him find all this fattening himself up very arousing.

Eric didn’t know about their little affair, he was a construction worker in the slums, and he had been too busy, and still trying to get in shape. Dwayne suspected he stuffed his face with the guys at work, because Jason could tell he gained some good 10 pounds of fat in his not so little belly. He was starting to grow some tits too, which made Dwayne very happy. “Boy, who needs girls when you live with dudes with titties?”. Eric didn’t like that and shoved some fries into Jason’s mouth. “The fatter you get, the skinnier you will make me look”.

Jason waddled to his room to take a nap. Dwayne followed him to the room and took his shorts off. He was already hard. He often commented how difficult it was to act normal with Jason stuffing his face naked all day in front of him. They were getting more and more into whatever that was. Jason was now so fat they could have so much fun with his rolls. Dwayne would fuck his underbelly, his tits or even his lovehandles. He loved the feeling of his dick covered in Jason’s lard. And Jason loved to feel his muscles against his soft flab. He was becoming a pile of fat. And it felt so damn good, he wanted more.

Eric came back one day with a serious expression in his face. “They are starting to give ice cream to the people now. Ice cream! Can you believe it?”

“Good, this piggy here could use some!”, said Dwayne. Jason oinked back at him.

“Dude, this isn’t funny. Whatever we are doing here is not working. They really don’t care about him. Maybe it’s time to let him go”.

Dwayne stopped smiling, and looked at Jason, sitting next to him. He looked like a mountain of fat. He could feel the warmth of his fat love handle spreading over his leg. “We didn’t get this far for nothing. Maybe what we gotta do is step our game up. Turn him into a blob”.

“Please… I don’t wanna go. I have never been this happy in my whole life. Do what you gotta do, but don’t take me back with my family”.

“You don’t know what you saying. But alright. If you want it, you’ll have it. No more unnecessary walks around the house. And you will eat whatever we tell you to. No bitching about how full you are. You will eat, turn the food into fat, and sleep. Now, let me go get some of that ice cream”.

Jason and Dwayne smiled at each other. “Don’t worry pig, being human shaped is definitely overrated”.

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“Guys, can you help me get up here?”

Dwayne and Eric helped Jason get out of bed, which now consisted in a pile of king size matresses. They walked him into the bathroom, and made him step on the bright new scale. His belly hanged so low it covered some of his flabby gigantic thighs. The roll under his tits was so big it looked like a second pair of tits. He looked down at the scale and all he could see was his bulging obese body.

“What does it say? I can’t see!”

“524. Good job, fatass!”. Dwayne looked so happy.

“We need more. Those pictures of you getting funnel fed melted ice cream didn’t work. Next time we are doing it with melted butter”. Eric really was trying to fatten Jason up as fast as possible.

“That sounds disgusting, dude”.

“Dwayne, do you want this plan to work or not?”

“Calm down, Eric. Don’t go crazy over it, we will just take our time. You are too obsessed with it you are actually forgetting to take care of your fat ass. You look damn huge! Step on the scale, that will be fun!”

“I swear I am really trying!”. Eric tried to suck in but Dwayne was right. His face looked so chubby compared to what it used to be. He finally stepped in the scale.

“265?? Dude, we are trying to fight this, you aren’t setting a good example here”.

“Enough with the bullshit, Dwayne. I know how hard this fatass here gets you. You have been fattening him up for your own pleasure and I’ve been the only one who always kept our cause in mind”

“You are right, Eric, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. But I was afraid you…”

“What does it feel to fuck this fat hog? I have been curious myself”. Eric grabbed one of Jason’s rolls and made his whole body jiggle.

“Uhm… Guys…” Jason could tell both the boys were getting hard.

“Go back to bed, pig. It’s time for your feeding”, said Dwayne, looking at Eric with a grin in his expression.

The boys stuffed Jason to the brim with loads of deep fried foods. Jason ate obediently while both Dwayne and Eric got naked and introduced their hard dicks into the pig’s fat folds. Jason saw how Eric was starting to grow a fat pad. He was so chubby his fat jiggled with every thrust.

They funneled fed him gainer shakes before he passed out. Jason thought that was what heaven must look like. He didn’t know the hardest part was about to begin.

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“What are we celebrating? My birthday was last month!”. Jason looked at all the fine treats, some of those that you would only find in the rich district, that the boys were bringing into his bedroom.

“You have been with us for a whole year now!But there’s also something else: we are celebrating your last weigh in!”, said Eric. The past few months he finally let himself go, and was at least 300 pounds. Jason wondered if Dwayne started feeding him too. He spent most of the day in his bedroom cause it was too hard to get him up from the couch. The boys were constantly with him, bringing him food and shoving it down his mouth. They enjoyed it as much as Jason did.

“Am i about to outgrow this scale too?”

Dwayne laughed, and slapped Jason’s gargantuan belly. “Yes. Also getting you out of bed it’s too hard. Blame it on Eric and his weak fat ass!”

“Dude I still have muscles under this fat! Unlike you, fat hog. You can barely get on your feet. You’ll stay in bed from now on and we will take care of everything”.

“But…”. Jason couldn’t keep talking, the boys were already grabbing him by his arms, and he had to take a deep breath, and use all what was left of his muscles to get up. He was red, out of breath from the effort, and waddled to the bathroom, with the guys still helping him on each of his sides. He had been struggling to get through the door lately. Even sideways his belly would still need some pushing.

“648. Told you that not leaving the bed would help. You’ve gained 14 pounds in a week, you outbeated your own mark!”. Dwayne had a gaint smirk on his face.

Jason was too exhausted to say anything. His belly, that now got to his knees, was extremely heavy, and his tits, spilling on the sides, but still bulging like two water balloons, were pressing against his lungs. His thighs weren’t thigh shaped anymore, with all the excess of fat hanging from them. Then he realized what this moment was, what it really meant. He wouldn’t walk again. He never thought about this moment before. He always assumed they would stop fattening him up when reaching his size. He wanted to say something. Ask when would that end. He was gasping for air, and couldn’t say a word. He couldn’t fight back as well on the bay back to bed. It was too late for regrets. He got back in bed, and didnt’t even have time to catch on his breath when the first burger reached his mouth.

He didn’t want to do it. But he still ate it all. He had forgotten how to refuse to eat. It was all too automatic. And after all, it still felt so damn good.

Dwayne and Eric would take good care of him. They would bring him food and play with his fat. That always made him feel better. He could feel how Dwayne was fucking his fat before falling asleep.

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Jason’s life got so much better after the boys got him hooked to an oxygen machine. Before that, he would even fall asleep during his feedings. He still slept a lot, but now at least he would be awake to enjoy his food, and watch some tv too.

Dwayne and Eric were together now. After being best friends since they were kids, Eric getting huge was definitely the spark they needed. He was almost the size of Jason when he was captured. And fat suited him so well. His double chin made him look even more handsome, his big boobs jiggled with every step, and his massive belly spilled over his crotch, which made almost impossible for him to ride Jason’s fat folds anymore. He’d be the one feeding the blob, while Dwayne would use his heavy rolls to relieve himself.

Something changed in the way they treated him, though. They weren’t as nice as they used to, and all their conversations involved food, or his weight. He was probably way over 800 pounds now. They doubled his weight in just 18 months.

He asked to see himself in the mirror one day. He wanted to know what did he look like. It was a tricky operation, so Dwayne decided to show him the latest pictures instead. He didn’t recognize himself on them. Dwayne and Eric were serious when they said they would make him a blob, that was exactly what he looked like. He was more lard than person. No wonder he could barely move his arms: All the rolls and fat of just one of his arms could make a skinny person go obese. The flab from his tits spilled into his neck, making it disappear. And his legs… They just weren’t functional anymore.

Only 20 years old and already trapped in his own body. He was heavy breathing but still managed to ask the question that he had been asking himself for some time: “You… Won’t stop… Fattening me… Up… will you?”

“You got it right. You are a cool dude but your dad is a monster. You will set an example for everybody, so they know what happens if you just give in to the gluttony”. Dwayne slapped Jason’s monstrous belly and all of him shaked and jiggled.

Jason looked at Eric. You couldn’t really tell if he was wearing underwear or not under all that spilling fat. Dwayne understood what Jason was thinking. “We really wanna save this country, but I think Eric likes eating way too much to be saved”. He laughed and grabbed his best-friend-turned-to-pig’s underbelly.

“You will be the symbol of this revolution one day, Jason. Will you help us a little more? I think we can still make you grow a hundred pounds more. Just keep doing what you do best, and makes you the happiest: keep your stomach full”. Eric rubbed his belly against Jason’s and the blob looked at Dwayne asking for help. But it was too late. Dwayne already had someone else to grow. Was he going to do the same to Eric?

w i d e Wednesday 🐷

The mirror reminds me everyday that I’m almost 500 pounds .

it’s imminent …

My stuffed belly and drunk state made it kinda difficult to walk up the stairs.

The aftermath of the evening can be admired here. It feels absolutely amazing being so stuffed and bloated despite that all the booze is making me hungry again. Some pictures and a short Video:

530+ pounds of growing fat