A Fatter Future

Oct. 2021 >>> Oct. 2025

I seriously can't stop thinking about this 😵‍💫

Having someone who's just completely mine, no social life, or any other distraction except for what I let them see

Waiting all day for me at home being a needy mess, and as soon as I'm there, I just start feeding them, telling them how cute they look, how good they are for finishing their food, maybe I should just feed them more, some extra pounds couldn't hurt right? They have no saying it their own image, just letting me fatten them up until I'm happy

I'll buy cute outfits and make them try them on. Maybe they're a size too small, but I'll still watch as they struggle to button it up

I can imagine how I would feed them until the clothes tears apart, the buttons giving up under all the fat I'm putting in them

Me: “C’mon, be meaner about it”

Partner: “You’re such a FAT fuck!!”

You're fat now. Everyone knows that you're fat.

Maybe you could play off the first few pounds as an accident. Weight fluctuates, everyone knows that.

But an unwavering gain like yours? Your weight climbing pound after pound, month after month, every inch of you softening and rounding out as you ate and ate and ate yourself from chunky to chubby to fat. That paints a different picture. People tend to notice that much weight in such a short time.

Still, you could've settled into your fatness. Just been someone who "enjoyed eating" a little too much. Blamed your metabolism, chalked the pounds up to stress or work. These things happen, everyone knows that.

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Not when there was food around. You order more than everyone when you go out, you take a second helping at every meal. The way you eat, it doesn't exactly go unnoticed.

Somewhere along the line, everyone just decided you were a Fat Person now.

Maybe you've always been bigger, maybe this was a real surprise, but now you've been permanently classified with the irrevocable, extra-large label of fat. Showing up heavier than your last visit doesn't draw as many comments. Extra food finds its way to your plate.

Still, you can feel eyes on you when you eat. You're somewhere between a cautionary tale about what can happen if one doesn't exert total discipline over their appetites and a lost cause; a complete casualty to gluttony. You're not going to lose weight at this point, everyone knows that.

Do you think everyone can tell that all this weight wasn't exactly an accident?

That you've been regularly stuffing yourself to the point of breathlessness, gawking and grabbing at every softening inch of your body as the number on the scale grows and grows.

The countless moments you've spent with your hands on your plush belly, feeling it growing heavy and round as all the extra calories started to stick and mold this fattened, truer version of yourself. This greedy, outward manifestation of your hunger for more made unmistakable for everyone to see.

You're not fooling anyone. You're not hiding all that weight.

Once everyone leaves, and it's just the two of them, of course there will be some frustration from the feedee. "What the hell was that?!", "How could you do that to me?!", etc., etc. But then there's a knock at the door. Just outside are several bags of takeout. So soon after everyone left, the feeder had to have ordered it during the intervention. The feedee turns, and the feeder is right there, taking the feedee's love handles and pulling them close.