obesity obsessed outlier

And you do!

Your body starts expanding outwards, ass filling out your pants & your belly surging foward to lift your shirt up until it's better called a crop top.

The button of your pants are long gone, flung somewhere into the brush where you found the lantern...

Naturally you panic, begging to have them reverse the spell they cast on you. But they're already teasing you, a fatass like you should have known what your desires would turn you into.

An obese hog fit only for growing ever larger, even rounder. It doesn't take long for your belly to slap your thighs, or maybe it's your knees, pants seams split down the sides as they've long since been torn to tatters by your gargantuan ass.

I've been waiting for today since I found that MassGro protein powder. It was illegal to buy, but I found a way. I had the bottle hidden for months where you would never find it. I knew if you did, you'd want to try it right away... and it would ruin the prank.

You returned from the office a little later than usual, and you had a bit of a temper because of it. I had to tred lightly. You asked what was for dinner. I hadn't even thought of dinner; what an idiot! I was so excited about what would come afterwards, that the main meal didn't cross my mind. After all, it wasn't the main event...  So I said we'd order out. Anything you'd like.

You were still annoyed. You wanted to eat NOW. Not have to wait for a delivery. I apologized, and you said, "It's fine, I was craving pepperoni pizza anyway."

I made the order, and we sat on the couch and watched TV while we waited. I was unusually quiet, because all I could think of was using the new weight gain powder on you. I mean, would it really even be classified as a prank? You are going to love the results... which is usually not how a prank goes. But I had a plan, and I was going to see it through.

Dinner arrived. You drizzled the hot honey you had at home over every slice and it really only took about ten minutes until the whole large pizza was digesting in your stomach. Then came the usual request: "Dessert? Can we get ice cream?"

I smiled and said, "I was thinking of making you a shake. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You perked up quickly. You loved the sugary caloric shakes I would make for you. The recipe was a secret, but I'm sure you'd figure it out if I wasn't there and you wanted it bad enough. The only difference this time was the type of weight gain powder I was going to use. You really had no idea what was coming, and I was giggling to myself as I put all the ingredients in the blender. Two large scoops of this illegal new weight gain powder went into your shake. It was double what was supposed to be used. But then again, was ANY of it supposed to be used? That's why it was illegal, right?

I brought it out to you. A large, full glass of calories. The mixture was so thick and creamy that I didn't even include a straw. After all, a straw would slow down your consumption. I wanted it down in your belly as quickly as possible... before you realized what it was, and before you could change your mind.

Your eyes widened when you saw the glass. Your white t-shirt was already riding up your belly, soft pale flesh stuck out from beneath it, your deep bellybutton was visible. You took the glass from me with both of your fat hands and began to chug it. The only thing that delayed getting it into you was the burps you needed to release in order to make room. You always needed to burp with these shakes I'd make you, but they came out quicker and wetter than usual. I don't think you noticed, but I certainly did.

Finally the empty glass was placed on the table beside you. You were so delirious that you didn't look where you placed it and it almost fell to the floor. Luckily it didn't, or I'd be distracted with cleaning it up. Then one final wet belch escaped. You closed your eyes and wiped your mouth and beard from the creaminess of the shake that had dribbled from your lips.

It was then that you noticed something was different. To your surprise you felt gassy and impossibly full. Groaning with the sensation of getting fuller and fuller, you said, "...I... *burp*... my stomach feels like I'm still eating... it hurts... the pressure..."

I chuckled. You saw the mischievous look in my eyes and asked, "... is this... is this supposed to be happening?"

Your fat hands reached down to your belly. And you realized that your shirt was riding up more and more. You couldn't really see it, but you felt it as the cold air touched more and more of your bare skin. You were at a loss for words at this point. So I spoke, "You feeling fatter, big boy?"

You loved it when I called you that. Normally you'd just say, "Yes, I'm getting so much fatter!" Just for the fantasy.

But this time... there was fear. You WERE getting fatter. Visibly so.

Cradling the growing fat of your round belly with your hands, you were still unable to find the words. But you looked at me, deeply, with a hint of anxiety in your eyes. You knew you were growing. You knew you were gaining too quickly for reality. You knew it was impossible. And you looked to me for an explanation.

I wandered away from you, towards the kitchen. You watched in curiosity. Burping every minute or so, and groaning after every belch. You just couldn't stop.

When I returned, I had the bottle of MassGro powder in my hands. I handed it to you. You began to read it... your eyes got wider and wider, along with your belly.

"For one use only. Do not exceed usage recommendations.

Directions: One scoop, using the measuring cup provided. Do not consume more than recommended. Do not consume more than one scoop a month.

Warnings: Can cause massive weight gain. Use under doctor's supervision. If more than fifty pounds (22.7kg) is gained, seek emergency assistance.

If sold in UK, USA, or France. Do not use."

You gasped. Then you had to ask, your voice filled with shock, "How much did you use?!"

I walked up towards your fat body and leaned against your growing and bloated belly. I grabbed your fat cheeks and began to kiss you intimately. I could feel you growing up against me... pound after pound that was settling on your body. It was such a turn on, I was so glad that I thought of it.

In between kisses, I said, "I used two scoops."

You were in a pleasurable delirium, but still had the wherewithal to say, "The directions specifically say NOT to do that... what... what's going to happen to me? How big am I going to get?"

I started to massage your growing belly. My face was kissing the growing fat and the stretchmarks that were becoming redder and redder as you grew. I mumbled as I kissed your fat: "Well, let's just say we're not going to seek medical attention... even though you're going to surpass the recommended amount to gain."

You were unsure how to respond. Your sudden and quick weight gain was a turn on. It was everything you ever wanted. I was kissing your mouth again... you needed to burp, so you quickly moved my face from your lips as another wet belch escaped you. At least you were polite.

It had only been maybe fifteen minutes since you had finished the shake. But you had completely outgrown your t-shirt. You must have been at the very least, 50 pounds heavier.

You and I were the reason there were warnings on the bottle. I'm sure every gainer, every feeder & feedee, tried to get this product. The one's who succeeded probably overused it to the point that warning labels were needed.

You continued to gain. And your shirt began to rip at the seams by your arms. But you were loving it. I heard you moaning with pleasure, and whispering to yourself, "Oh my God, I'm going to get so fat."

I wanted to say, "April Fools!"

Then my brain realized... you always wanted this. A better prank would have been making up the MassGro powder... making you think you were going to balloon up to impossible proportions, and then the disappointment of it not happening.

As the day winds down after a romantic evening with your partner, you return home from a lovely dinner. “It’s been such a wonderful evening,” you coo. “It has!” They exclaim, “but the night isn’t over quite yet, I have one more surprise.” Grabbing a small box from the bedroom closet they hand it to you. “So I know this might sound silly, but I did some searching online for a bit of fun. I want to apologize in advance but I accidentally found your search history and discovered some stuff…” Your eyes shot wide open, “oh? What kind of stuff?” You pull a small collar out of the box. They slowly say “well…it may have been some videos that you were watching that you forgot to close haha. I didn’t know you were into gaining weight, so I thought this might let you live that fantasy. Only so long as you’re wearing it, and see you can adjust the dial,” pointing to a small knob on the side of the collar. “We can start slow if you’d like? Or if you don’t like the idea we can retur-“ “No!” You interrupt, caught off guard by how quickly you reply. Regaining your composure you calmly say “that sounds like fun.”

Slipping the collar on it feels somewhat loose against your thin neck. “Are you sure it’s meant to be this loose?” You ask. “Yeah, that way there’s room to grow into it, don’t want it too tight to start,” they say with a smile, “Okay let’s see what this can do!” Slowly turning the dial you feel a warm fuzzy sensation in your lower torso, “ohh I feel strange” you say putting a hand on your stomach. “Good! That must mean it’s working,” they reply. The feeling slowly intensifies as you see your hand being pushed outward from your belly. Your eyes go wide again as your dress begins to gently tighten at the midsection. “Oh my god!” You exclaim, grabbing a bit of the soft chub forming on your belly.

The warm sensation begins to disperse throughout your body. You feel your thighs begin to kiss and your butt slowly swallowing your panties. The silk dress you’re wearing molds to the ever growing curves of your body, hugging it tightly. Your partner watches in awe as you gain at least 20 pounds, most of which has gone to your belly. A small orb stresses the fabric and an outline of a deepening belly button can be seen, love handles doing the same on either side. The dress was somewhat low cut and the added weight to your bust begins to spill over the top. Your arms feel increasingly heavy as you explore your growing body. The collar itself becomes tighter as time goes on, feeling it touch against your thick neck and chin. In the short amount of time you’ve gained at least 35-40 pounds; but you want more.

With a look of lust in your eyes you slap your belly and say “turn it up.” With a smile your partner obliges, turning the dial as high as it can go. You moan as your body swells at twice the speed. The dress can’t keep up with the sudden surge in weight and you begin to hear rips. As the weight piles on, the beautiful dress (that already did an incredible job of showing off your curves) cannot contain your pleasurable size. A seam on the side under your arm gives way, followed by a rip beside your gut. There is little you can do to stop the continuous tearing of the dress. The enormous weight of your breasts snaps the thin straps on your shoulders as they flow out of the cups, sending them bouncing and jiggling. Your belly, now bulging out, follows suit. The rip from the side and front connect as your belly lurches forward into your thick lap. Letting out a sigh of relief you put one hand on your still growing gut, “this is a dream come true” you moan. As the last remains of the dress fall off, you seductively spread your wide legs apart, “wanna give this new body a test drive?”

Without hesitation your partner joins you in bed, squeezing and massaging every inch of your new and improved form. You must have put on at least a hundred pounds and steadily climbing. Your panties are somehow clinging on even though they’re completely covered by your belly. Every touch feels so much more sensitive and sensual than before. “You’re huge! I bet all that extra weight has made you hungry again” they say with a smile, “good thing I thought of that ahead of time!” Pulling out a large box of all your favorite snacks and treats, they immediately start hand feeding you. Massaging your growing belly you feel your panties begin to stretch to their max. A loud snap can be heard from your rear as the remaining shreds of clothes are torn apart. Too ravenous to care you lie back and allow food to be shoveled into your greedy maw. As you eat you hear your belly groaning for more, the bigger you grow the hungrier you become.

Barely keeping up with your appetite your gut begins to ever so slightly touch the sheets of the bed. Your tits have sagged further down, nearly tripling their original size. Nipples have plumped and areoles widen with every passing minute. Dense thighs gently cradle your gut, unburdened by the thought of mobility. A hulking, pillowy ass ever widening as a fat shelf forms above your gargantuan cheeks. Feeling rolls form as the chub under your arms expands, love handles swelling to either side. Lifting your bloated gut your partner begins to make slow rotations with two fingers. “OHHH-UUUUUURRRRPPPP…fuuuuuuuck” you groan. Thick, swollen fingers grip belly fat as your eyes roll to back of your head. Never realizing how sexy it felt to put on an extra 200 pounds in less than an hour. They begin to speed up their rubbing as you feel the building sensation of an orgasm approach. “You really like being this fat, huh?” They teased, giving your inner thigh a slap. “If we keep this collar on you’ll be gigantic.” All you can do is moan, as another piece of food is shoved into your increasingly chubby face. “Such a good pig,” they whisper in your ear, shoveling piece after piece of delicious treats into your open mouth. Your body tenses as they whisper those words to you and an orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Leaving you practically twitching with pleasure.

"More," she rasps, voice wrecked and breathy. "Please… fuck, give me more."

I lean back against the counter, smirking, cock already thick and straining against my jeans as I watch her unravel. I scoop another greasy handful—fat glistening, edges curled and crisp—and drop it onto the growing mountain on her plate. "Slow down, greedy girl," I murmur, though we both know I don't mean it. My voice is low, rough. "You're already a fucking mess."

She doesn't slow. She lunges, fingers sinking into the warm pile, snatching strips and cramming them past her lips. Grease smears across her chin, drips down her neck, soaks into the collar of her shirt. She moans around the mouthful—deep, animal, throat working visibly as she swallows hard, cheeks bulging obscenely. Her tongue darts out, chasing the salty rivulets running down her fingers before she licks them clean with long, filthy strokes.

"I can't—" she gasps between bites, voice muffled, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk in heat. "It's too fucking good. I need it. All of it."

I step closer, looming over her. My hand drops to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair, not quite pulling—yet. "Then keep going," I growl softly. "Stuff yourself stupid for me. Show me how feral you get."

She shivers violently, bites her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, then dives back in. Another handful disappears—chewing noisy, wet, shameless. Her free hand drifts to her belly, pressing against the soft swell that's already starting to push outward, taut under her palm. She rubs in slow circles, whimpering as the pressure builds, the bacon settling heavy and hot inside her.I can see it—the way her stomach rounds further with every swallow, skin stretching, the faint outline of fullness pressing against her shirt. Her hips rock subtly in the chair, thighs clenching, like she's grinding against nothing, chasing friction from the sheer gluttony.

"You're mine like this," I say, voice dark and possessive. I reach down, grab her wrist—the one coated in grease—and guide her sticky fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean, slow and deliberate, tasting salt and her skin. Her eyes flutter, a desperate little whine escaping. "Look at you. Panting, leaking, belly bloating just from pork fat and my hands feeding you. You're not stopping until I say—or until you pop."

She grins through the mess—teeth shiny with grease, lips swollen—then leans forward, pressing her whole upper body closer to the plate like she wants to crawl into it. Her breasts squash against the table edge; her breathing turns ragged. Each greedy bite makes her moan louder, body trembling. Grease slicks her chin, drips onto her cleavage, pools in the hollow of her throat.

I keep feeding. Handful after handful. Watching her throat bob, her belly distend, her fingers shake as she rubs the growing dome of her gut in frantic circles. She's feral now—eyes half-lidded, grunting softly with every swallow, hips twitching like she's close just from the stretch and fullness.

"More," she begs again, voice hoarse. "Fuck—make me take it all. Make me yours."

I smile, dark and hungry, and reach for the last of the pan.

XWG - NSFW

Link to part one:

You awoke with a start. You had forgotten where you were. The florescent lights flickering above you shot a stark reminder... you remembered everything despite your fogged mind. The drive, the texts, the shipping container. But the woman... she seemed like a dream. You looked around and she wasn't there. Then you tried to get out of bed. You were in a 5-point harness. You couldn't move.

You heard the creaking of the door of the shipping container you were trapped in. And there she was... not in lingerie anymore, but a 50's style black dress with 4in heels. She approached you and said, "You've been prepped. Are you ready?"

You grunted and nodded your head in the affirmative. She stood by your side with a clipboard and said, "We need these papers signed... typical red tape."

You grabbed the pen with gusto and signed your name without even reading it.

She smiled at you. You melted at her kind facial expression.

You were surprised that you didn't feel panic; being strapped down in that bed. Perhaps it was because you wanted immobility? In your mind... becoming too fat to move was the ultimate BDSM experience. Others might like being tied down, knowing it's temporary. But you want permanence.

The woman with the long black hair left with the clipboard. You were alone. But all you could feel was excitement. This impossibility... becoming hundreds of pounds heavier, trapped by fat... it was everything you ever wanted. But was that going to happen? For all you knew, you walked into a kidnapping situation. That slight chance that you'd struggle to waddle out into the sun a few days from now... unable to fit in your car... your dick was hard and pulsing with the desire of that reality.

You heard the container door open again. There were two people now: the beautiful woman, and an older man in a white coat. The man read from the clipboard and asked, "How much did you sign up for?"

You weren't sure what he was asking... weight? Price?

You replied... "I... I don't know. I just want to get as big as you can make me."

You saw the woman smirk... is she here because it arouses her too?

The man said, "Alright, we will get the machine ready. You've already received the shot. You've signed the paperwork. It's time to make your dream come true."

Your dick pulsed again, hard and aroused.

The man in the white coat left the container. You saw the bright sunlight come in and then... darkness. You realized you had been asleep for the night. It was the next day. It had to be.

The woman, with her feminine deep voice, repeated the doctor's question and said, "Leopold... let's make your dreams come true."

You reached down towards your small belly. Your hands held it, like it was a precious jewel. She grabbed a tray, filled with syringes and tubes in plastic containers for sanitary reasons. She was gentle with the syringe... it entered your veins and you melted. You could barely make the effort to look at her. She opened the package with the tube and connected it to the container of white fluid that you had seen the previous night. You heard her heels clicking towards you. The drugs made you feel like it was all a dream. Then she spoke gently, "I'm going to insert this into your esophagus... are you ready?"

Your speech was slurred... you mumbled,"Yes, please!"

She grabbed the speculum and opened your throat. The tube was gently inserted. You couldn't speak any more. But there was no discomfort. She walked over to the container that held this experimental weight gain fluid. Turning a nob, you watched it flow through the tube, deep into your belly. As it flowed, she watched to see if you would struggle. You didn't. So she undid the 5-point harness. You were released. But you still didn't move.

The only movement she saw was your hands reaching down towards the fat of your belly. You felt warm. The fluid filled your stomach... then your eyes widened along with the rest of you. Your hands stayed on your belly, and you felt it expand. You moaned and closed your eyes. You were gaining pounds by the minute. It was REAL.

Your moaning and groaning echoed off the walls of the shipping container. You were fattening up. Much quicker than you ever thought possible.

The pressure in your stomach started to be painful. You needed to burp. But the tube prevented it. The woman was still there: taking measurements, tracking the fluid consumption. She saw you struggling. She gently approached your side and, in a soft low voice, she said, "Don't worry dear, I know you want to burp to make more room, but this isn't regular food... the sensation will subside."

You felt so bloated and full, how could this continue if you couldn't burp?

Suddenly you felt her soft pale white hands on your belly. She massaged it and gently ran her nails across the new stretchmarks that were appearing. You wanted to speak, you wanted to ask her to touch your dick. You were so aroused as your body expanded. You were actually worried that you'd cum yourself. But she seemed experienced. She grinned at you, then walked over to the container of this experimental weight gain fluid. She wrote down a figure and seemed to turn up the flow. You moaned again. Your hands feeling your body expand beneath them.

Her undoing the harness earlier was deliberate. She knew that in a few short hours you wouldn't be able to move anyway.

You wanted to speak. To scream. To groan. To moan. Suddenly you felt the cold of the bed on the sides of your ever expanding body. You looked down. Your skin was red with stretchmarks and your belly had grown so much that the sides touched the mattress beneath you. A mumbled moan escaped your lips. She heard you and approached your side. You were about to cum. Her voice was comforting as she said, "Oh, Leopold, you're becoming so large..."

You needed her to touch you. You raised one of your hands and stared... not only was your belly bloating to an impossible size, but every part of your body was too. Your fingers looked like fat sausages... your hands were fat and round. You couldn't speak with the tube in your throat. But she seemed to understand your mumbling.

You felt her small soft hands on your belly. She played with your new fat... lifting and jiggling it. Her words were more arousing than her actions. She whispered to you, "Oh you are growing so quickly. You are going to be too fat to get home. You're not done yet, big boy. Keep gulping. Keep consuming... we need you to outgrow this bed before we're sure we did our job."

Your fat hands reached down to your crotch... but you couldn't reach anymore. You felt frustration. She smiled again. Your belly was so large now that the fat consumed you. At this point, you knew you wouldn't fit in your car. Did they have a procedure for that? A van that could take you home? A driver that could bring your car back to your Vermont house?

But even then... how would you survive alone at this size?

There was a scale... lighted green numbers that ticked upwards by the minute. When it started, you didn't notice it. How could you? It was facing away from you... only visible to the young woman. She moved the display... directing it towards you... you looked and saw the number: 562lbs.

You were shocked; you started at 220lbs! But, you were still unable to react. You looked at it, out of the corner of your eye, and watched as it ticked up: 578... 590... 614... 635... oh God... what was happening?!

But you asked for this. You wanted to be immobile. At this point, you had already cummed. You knew you needed to be cleaned, but your belly kept expanding. Your dick got hard again. Was another release happening?

Your eyes popped out of your head, looking around... you tried to move. But it was like she said: she removed the restraints because she knew the new fat on your body would restrain you. You couldn't move. You tried to jiggle your newfound fat, to sway yourself enough to get off this bed. But you couldn't. What could you do?

The woman smiled at you again. And suddenly a huge wet burp escaped through the feeding tube. She said, "oh, Leopold... are you getting bigger than you wanted?"

You mumbled, "omh, ooh faaa... ooo igg... uck...."

It was easily interpreted: Ohhh... too fat... too big... fuck!"

But her smile at you... adoring your huge body... it was everything you ever wanted.

You faded out. The numbers on the scale turned into a fog: 675lbs... 693... 715....

Oh my God. What did you sign up for?!

How are you going to get home? And even if you did... you couldn't move. You were living the ultimate BDSM fantasy. Completely trapped: not by restraints, but by your own body.

The pleasure caused you to cum again. And you passed out.

When you wake up... how will you get home? How will you take care of yourself? It's everything you ever wanted... but were you ready for it?

You see an ad online that read “the only set of clothes you’ll ever need!” Curiously you click the link and read into it. “The only clothes you’ll ever want to wear!” Sleek, athletic-type spandex with a form fitting top. Intrigued, you decide to order some, scrolling through the sizes you notice something strange however. There are no small sizes, the smallest they have is an XL. “Weird” you think to yourself. “Eh, I guess I can use it as lounge wear.” You hit buy and eagerly await your order.

A few weeks pass and you find a small package waiting outside the door. Taking the new clothes out of the package you excitedly try them on. Looking at yourself in the mirror they definitely look baggy, but they’re insanely comfortable. The pants are noticeably loose but your shapely behind is thankfully keeping them up. “Guess these will just be lay-around the house clothes, don’t want them slipping off in public.” You suddenly hear a loud growl coming from your stomach. “Huh. That’s odd, I just ate breakfast an hour ago. Must still be hungry I suppose. I did hit the gym pretty hard yesterday.” Walking to the fridge you open it up to find a light snack to tide you over until lunch. “Hmm, I’m really not feeling any of these,” You say with a hand on your stomach. “Maybe I’ll take a trip to the store real quick.”

You spend the next hour or so grabbing whatever sounds good. Chips, snacks, ice cream, pastries. Before you realize what you’ve done your home with a pile of food sitting in front of you. “Wow I really went overboard with the junk food. I’m certainly not going to be able to eat all of this, I’ll just have one small thing and leave the rest for later.” As you open the bag of chips and take the first bite you’re overcome with tingles throughout your body. A euphoric taste that could not be explained. You’ve had these before many times but they never tasted this good. You begin taking handfuls at a time just to keep that rush. Almost as if something has hijacked your brain.

Once the bag is empty you return to the kitchen to find the next “victim.” Grabbing multiple snacks at a time you sit on the couch and dig in. Each bite seemingly better than the last. Devouring everything in sight as crumbs begin to accumulate on your suddenly tightening clothes. No longer baggy and loose, but somehow fitting “normally,” maybe even a bit snug. Too distracted by the mountain of food, your body has slowly started growing. Not up, but out. Each swallow adding a bit of plump to your slim body. Your belly (which was the first to show signs of pudginess) has creeped outward into a small potbelly. Along with increasing love handles it begins to push against the fabric of the shirt. Gently filling it out as you continue eating. The baggy pants are also getting a bit snug as well. Your hips and thighs have added a few extra layers in unison with your shapely behind. Your breasts begin to press against the fabric and sag ever so slightly. Arms beginning to jiggle as you reach desperately for another mouthful of food; too preoccupied to notice your body softening.

As the mountain of food dwindles you feel your eyelids become heavy. A day spent gorging yourself had come to an end. Lying back and closing your eyes you fall into a deep sleep. During the night something strange suddenly occurs. The clothes that are skin tight against your chubby frame begin to expand and loosen, as if it is making room for more. Seemingly gone up to a triple XL. Waking up to the sound of your stomach and hunger pangs you pull yourself off the couch. “Oof why am I so hungry all of a sudden? I need breakfast.” Stepping over the aftermath of the previous day you make your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge in disappointment you ponder what to eat, “god I’m famished. I can’t believe all I have is healthy crap, I gotta get something better.” Reaching for the phone you quickly open a delivery app and begin to order whatever sounds tasty. Minutes pass as you continually add more and more to the cart, your mind driven by your belly now. You begin to graze on whatever is left in the kitchen as you await your order. As the order arrives you run to the door, your entire body bouncing as you do. Opening the door you see an exhausted looking delivery man. “Here’s your order ma’am….uh, have a nice day,” he is stun locked realizing all this food is for one person. “Thank you!!” You shout, shutting the door in his face. Sitting back down on the couch you once again dig in. This time faster, with little to no regard of manners or etiquette. Each hand reaching for several different foods. Same as the previous day, your body begins to bloat once again. Your belly ballooning from a potbelly into a gut, a fold forms in the middle around your cavernous bellybutton. Breasts begin to sag further down, unable to keep the perky form from the immense weight. You feel yourself taking more real-estate on the couch as your ass expands to each side. Thighs kiss together as a moderate thigh gap is swallowed up by the piling fat. Your hands are less dexterous due to the amount of pudge accumulating on them. Your arms and wrists swell making you struggle even more, but your determination doesn’t falter. The clothes have once again neared their limit, the shirt begins to ride up over a mountain of belly fat. Your belly now resting comfortably atop your gargantuan thighs. The sleeves and waist band tighten further as your massive arms and hips squeeze against the fabric. Love handles spilling out, unable to be contained.

You’ve reached the fabrics breaking point. A series of rips and tears suddenly knock you out of your food induced euphoria. As you try to look down you begin to feel the fat tearing through the confines of the clothes. A rip underneath the armpit, a busted seam in the thighs; your body is forcing its way out one way or another. You attempt to get up, weighed down by your immense girth you suddenly hear, RRRIIIIIIPPPPP. As your ass splits the poor pants in two down the seam, revealing panties completely wedged between pillow sized cheeks. Falling backwards a loud crack can be heard from the couch. Gasping you let out a pathetic moan and burp as you rub your overstuffed belly. “What happened to me? I know I put on a little pudge, but this is ridiculous!!” You exclaim shaking your gut. “My poor new clothes are shredded! How could this have happened?” A blob of your former self you’ve easily surpassed 500lbs. Every inch of you is doughy and soft. Belly cascading over your torn pants, thigh and arm fat spill out in every direction resembling pudding rather than human limbs. Your breasts have sagged down, no longer their perky C cups but swollen into K cup udders. The definition on your face has vanished as well, bloated into unrecognition. Your ass and hips have grown the most; dimpled cellulite coating every inch of the soft round surface.

Getting up you steady yourself, not used to the dramatic weight shift you’ve experienced. Waddling over to the box you read the label inside for a help number. You begin to read the warning label,

“WARNING: wearing this may cause excess appetite and may include (but not limited to):

•rapid weight gain

•ferocious cravings for junk food

•drowsiness

•impulsive behavior

Please see doctor if weight exceeds 1000+lbs.

“The only clothes you’ll ever need!!”

Before you can protest another guttural burp erupts from your mouth. As your partner helps you from the chair you realize how heavy you’ve gotten. Each move you make seems to get more and more difficult; belly wobbling, boobs bouncing, thighs rubbing, butt swaying. What once was a simple task is now an Olympic feat, you’ve never been this out of breath. You’re in a full on waddle at this point. The squeak of the floorboards becomes louder with every step.

Finally making it to the bedroom you heave your obese body onto the bed. The first thing you notice is a small tickle, your belly ever so gently touches the sheets as you crawl to the pillows. The bed creaks defiantly with every move you make. You roll onto your back, sinking deep into the mattress. Panting and wheezing trying to make yourself more comfortable. Seeing now how massive you’ve become, a petite athletic form now a 300+ lbs blob. You groan as your stomach churns, no doubt digesting whatever was in the food. Trying to ease your belly your partner begins to rub, small gentle kneading to calm it down. However this also gives them the opportunity to explore your expanding body. Between rubs they’d poke, pinch, and prod your fattening form. Any defiance was drowned out by a low belch, nothing you could do but lay back and watch.

Without realizing, you find yourself moaning between burps. There’s no way you actually like this…right?? That would be insane. You’re an athlete, not some hedonistic slobby cow. You wake early for a run, count calories, almost completely avoid any junk foods. As your body continues to change however, so does your mind. Exploring your body you see just how soft it is, and how softer you’re becoming. At this point thanks to the help of your partner you’ve easily passed 375 pounds, encroaching 400. Your belly completely covered what was your panties, torn away as your ass and hips widen. It’s like sitting on two big marshmallows, soft and somewhat firm. Your ass (from what you can tell) has still kept its bubble shape, it’s just ballooned 3 times the size. Pairing excellently with your titanic thighs, each one encased with thick lard. Breasts the size of watermelons, engorging with each passing second. Your hands and wrists have even swollen with fat, pudgy fingers and rolls forming on your wrists. Biceps completely covered by a doughy layer of flabby skin. You look at yourself; nearly half a ton of soft, doughy fat. A complete cow of your former self; and you relish it. The thoughts of wanting to be thin again has melted away. What’s been replaced is far more….devious.

You lock eyes with your partner, “OOOOUUUUURRRRRPPP-loower.” You plead with a pant. They do as you instruct and begin to massage down the expanse of your bloated gut. Reaching the underside they start to lift, trying to push away as much fat as possible. Grabbing handfuls of belly you tug (lots of effort but with little success) to try to help. Feeling a sudden tingle as they grab your engorged fupa, you let out an excited gasp followed by a small burp. It’s never felt this sensitive before. Trying to maintain eye contact over your massive belly your partner begins to work their fingers. Slowly moving in small circular motions, their fingers are swallowed by your lips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the wave of sensation hit you. Never in your life had it felt this good, “oh my goooOOOOOOUUURRRRRPPPP-don’t stop!” You wheeze.

Your body shivers, causing every inch of your blobby form to wobble. The eroticism seems to hasten the growing, as you feel your body expand and sink further into the bed. Watching helplessly as your arms, wrists and fingers swell; restricting movement. Feeling the rolls along your back and side deepen. Features on your face soften further, becoming unrecognizable to that petite person you once were. The bed creaks and groans as more pounds pour on, you feel it begin to buckle under your massive body. Finally, the bed gives way as you hit your most violent, ferocious, orgasm you’ve ever had. Leaving you in a stupor of pure ecstasy. Your belly falls with a massive thud, seemly finished swelling. You take up almost the entirely of the bed, at least 500 more beautiful pounds gained. Still in pure bliss, mouth agape and drooling with delight you give your partner a needy look. “More.” Slapping your gargantuan gut with one hand and twisting a nipple with the other, “I need…so much more. Aaand maybe a stronger bed frame.”

Hope you enjoy! And I’m gonna be courteous as I know you have a new partner, so instead of “admirer” I’ll just say-

~ friend

I need them to kiss my forehead and tell me how good it looks as it expands across my lap, each swallow now of desperation as I feel the pressure in my gut build. I need them to tut and tsk as the threads of my shorts begin to strain and pop as my thighs fatten, spreading across the chair and eventually hanging off the sides as the wood begins to creak. I need them to play with the developing rolls that make themselves seen as my gut swells to my knees, looking like I've swallowed a beach ball, then an exercise ball, then a bean bag, and further still.