Fat Future Enjoyer

The examiners carefully record the thickness of every fold buried underneath her belly apron, and a Soulmate Angel gently pets her little 'w' of belly flab hanging over the harness and tells her she's being so well-behaved by keeping still for them! That they're going to make sure and tell her own Soulmate that she was an extra good girl for her survey, and she deserves to get an extra special treat tonight!

Generations later, when the Angel have a firm grip on society, humans all wear discreet palm-width vibrator pads underneath their bellies, securely nestled in their folds on top of their fupa area

They're always on, pulsing a low, constant thrum against the human girls' cores, making them distracted and wobbly and weak in the knees when they walk and hiccuping little whines of pleasure whenever they talk

The pads are programmed to gradually, unnoticeably increase in intensity whenever their bellies are fuller or when they're talking to an Angel

And this sort of "human census" takes places every ~10 years are so, marked by the AI-driven world corpogovernment announcing a one-time global holiday for everyone to take a day off from their "jobs" etc and get recorded

Billions of humans across the earth getting kissed awake early in the morning by their Angels, trundled out of bed, dressed in a standard-issue grey t-shirt and shorts that everyone was shipped the day before; and waddled into pop-up "census centers" in every sector, to squeeze into line belly-to-ass and slowly shuffle their way up to present their ID code and be "surveyed"

Being "surveyed" involves a full-body scan, stepping onto a livestock scale and holding your arms out and letting yourself be quickly measured and poked around every part of your body, testing for arm flab hang and belly softness and dozens of other metrics about your fatness. Then, a quick snack, and you're put through a series of "rigorous physical exams" like trying to touch your toes, trying to jump in place, seeing how long you can waddle on a treadmill... until finally, sweaty and embarassed and exhausted, they record your scores and send you off to be collected by your Angel and taken out for a treat and then home, while the next heaving fatty is waddled in after you

Some years, the AI takes the opportunity to implement global changes that go practically unnoticed by the humans its taking care of. One census day in the middle of Phase 2, on their way out the door, every human gets stopped by cute Angel in a nurse outfit to give them "a quick pinch before they go!" with a little pen-sized tube. And it's the beginning of all humans receiving regular, monthly injections of appetite stimulants and growth hormones and neural suppressants, just like that with no fanfare

A couple generations later, during the measurement-taking, an Angel is waiting with a small handheld tool, and while they're measuring your tummy hang she reaches up underneath with the tool and gives a tingly little poke buried between your underbelly and fupa

And when they get a checkup at the human doctor specializing in elf girls, she gets told that's perfectly normal for healthy elf girls like her, but that she's concerned she's not getting enough butter in her diet (one of the main food groups for elves!) and prescribes her some appetite stimulants just to be safe

One of the older elven matrons who's still managed to stay skinny by resisting ever trying fast food, after seeing what it's doing to her people

Trying to teach the old ways of archery and magical spellcraft to the second generation of young elf women after first contact with humanity

And they're all already 250 lbs or more, chubby and getting chubbier every day, eating junk food snacks and slacking off on training and they can barely sustain a magical connection with the most powerful sylphwood trees for even a few seconds because they can't meditate without intrusive thoughts about food

Human corporations sending shipments of "free" fast food, butter, sugar, packaged foods, stretchy elastic clothes, soda, massage pads, and all sorts of other unhealthy comforts to all the elven enclaves in their realm as a token of human "generosity"

The elf girls digging into one free sample delivery after another, excited about how kind and generous their new human allies are! Not realizing that all the corporations are looking forward to turning every elf girl into addicted, dim-witted consumers with "jobs" as mana batteries or milkers to pay for all the buckets and buckets of fried junk they stuff themselves with every day ^-^

Fast food chains offering special reward programs for elves, where their first 5 supersized meals are free

Because studies have shown that's how many stuffings of junk food it takes to basically "ruin" an elf girl's taste buds, making her usual diet of berries and salads and bark herbs taste like dirt to her because she craves more butter and sugar so badly

The elven enclaves' academies send scholars on exchange to human universities and none of them come back, because they all end up forgetting about their research studies and becoming overfed fat girls waddling around campus with their human feeder girlfriends

One of the elven High Queen's daughters gets sent as the first ambassador to the human race for a year, along with an entire platoon of royal guards, maidservants, and advisors; the human delegation graciously assigns all of them personal assistants whose job is to "attend to their every need" as they adjust to the human world

And it starts small like giving elves little enchanted rings or lockets that siphon off a little bit of their natural magic aura to let humans use mana for their machines

But then humans discover that the fatter elf girls get, the more mana they can store and produce

And it's not long before you have elf girls shaped like tankers of flab with huge, swollen boobs the size of barrels, churning out mana-infused milk for humans to use and constantly moaning and suckling on a tube of butter as a reward for their hard work at their new "job")

Slim, clever, energetic elven princess being sent as a diplomatic representative to Earth to negotiate a trade deal for this delicious substance that humans manufacture called "artificial sugar" that everyone back in the elven realm wants to get a taste of

And with every passing year, the constant fast food and junk television and sex toys and other comforts of human civilization make all the elves slower and lazier and dumber, and fewer and fewer of them remember anything about their history as a proud elegant people as the human version of "Well elf girls are just *supposed* to be fat" starts becoming reality in their minds

Elven mystical forests being bulldozed to make room for corn starch and french fry factories... ancient elven temples and libraries getting converted into fast food chain outlets and obesity mobility aid stores ^-^ And all the elf girls just waddle on in to order their huge trays of buttery desserts, dressed in stretchy yoga pants and "fat and proud!"-slogan elf-sized shirts, barely paying attention to their old home... as humanity officially puts in the medical books that an average healthy adult elf girl should weigh 600 lbs and consume a minimum of 9000 calories a day for her natural body metabolism~

Elves used to have the power to commune with the forest, hearing the voices of all the trees and flowers whispering to them through the magical channels of the land

Until the human girls who've been diligently "taking care" of her shut her up with a handful of deep-fried oreos shoved in her mouth and telling her noooo, it's all water weight, don't worry!~

Elf girl living in denial that this vacation to the human realm is just a temporary break from her training and she's going to get back in shape in no time

Meanwhile, across the world, almost every elf girl on earth and back in their home realm has been turned into obese waddling messes by human fast food, and the downfall of the proud, slender elven race is almost complete

Elven metabolisms treat butter and sugar like they're literally addictive substances... once you get them hooked on junk food, they're basically doomed

Elf girl trying to protest in between mouthfuls of burger slop that elves used to be proud magical beings and fierce warriors!

And the humans wheeling her immobile bulk into the bariatric care ward filled with other elf girls her size just look at each other and stifle a laugh, because enough years have passed that no human has *ever* seen a "skinny elf", they're all such enormous, gluttonous, obese lardbags as an entire species that there's *no way* any of the old legends about them could possibly be true

The most self-aware, clever, genetically-least-bred-into-blob girls whose minds are clear enough to feel some vestigial twinges of shame and humiliation at being turned into cattle (herded into padded stalls with no privacy, administered with little electric *zaps* on the ass whenever their sucking on the feeding tube slows down)

Even they can't wrap their heads around the possibility that the Angels don't even ultimately see them as pets, or cattle; humans are like *crops* to them, a natural resource, a nameless faceless mass-produced pile of lard to be "grown" efficiently - keeping them blissful and happy is like playing classical music to tomatoes to make them turn out juicy and plump

Human girl vegging out in bed sipping on a nutri-shake pack and playing with her vibrator settings on her phone, looking over at her android gf and asking what she's doing

Mid push-up, her gf pauses and wipes artificial sweat off her forehead, and goes to lean against her human partner's gut and give the rolls a couple reassuring jiggles, explaining to her *Oh, that? I'm doing my daily 'fitness' routine, to keep my servos flexible and toned~*

And then she pulls up her tank top and lets her human gf run her sausage-fingers over her synthetic-smooth six-pack, giving her abs a little *flex* that startles her gf into wobbling back with a little *uurp*

The human girl goes *Woah! That's so weird! Doesn't it hurt?*

Obediently laying back in the bathtub and letting their Soulmate Angel wives rub special lotion into their rolls, caressing their stretch marks up and down

Gasping as one of their robot caretakers spreads her trunklike thighs a *little* further apart, and the other wedges the *massive* width of her dildo that last half an inch all the way into her