Fat is Good! Fat-Positive Gainer / Feedee

(tw: contains rapid weight gain/hyper weight gain/ hyper sizes... Not my usual stuff, but I hope ya like it.)

What if every month, you gained one pound that you could never lose. You wouldn't have to eat extra to gain it or anything, it would just magically pile on.

You probably wouldn't even notice it happening for a while. By about four months, you might start to notice your pants fitting more snuggly.

It would be quite a slow gain, wouldn't it?

How about this: what if every week, you gain one pound that you could never lose.

You'd go about your life like normal. Going to work, spending time with friends/family. You hardly even think about it happening, and even as a month passes, you hardly feel any difference, but you have noticed your appetite is much more out of control.

More time passes as you go on without thinking about it, and one morning you wake up to find that none of your clothes fit. 4 months have passed and you've put on nearly 30 pounds.

Oh, but what if...

What if you could take it further.

You want to, don't you?

What if, every morning, you packed on one pound that you could never lose.

The first few days of it are fine. You go about your day like usual, but by the fourth day, you do notice people staring. Your clothes are getting much tighter, and your belly much rounder. Near the end of the week, you end up eating out with some friends and the buttons go flying off of your shirt, revealing your bulging belly.

By the time only a month passes, you've already put on another 30 pound, and gone through several wardrobe sizes.

...

It still feels quite slow, doesn't it?

Then...

What if every hour was another pound; Every hour you got fatter and there was nothing you could do to undo it.

You'd wake up and get ready for work like usual. Your pants already feel tighter than the day before. The drive to work feels like an eternity as your clothes dig into your flesh.

9 hours of work, and by the end of it your wardrobe is clinging on tightly. People are definitely staring.

By the end of the day you're starving, and you stop by somewhere to stuff your face, and in the drive-thru one more pound finally makes your clothes give way, and rip in multiple places.

After only a week, you've put on 168 pounds, and none of your clothes come close to fitting, so you decide to stay home and order a pizza. You're gaining so fast that all you can think about is food, now.

But...

Is it really enough?

What if...

What if every minute you piled on another pound to your 300+ pound frame.

You'd stand in front of the mirror for a while and watch for a few minutes as the pounds pile on, then you'd get bored, and watch a movie or tv.

That's when the pounds would start creeping up on you.

By the end of even a single movie, you'd have another 100 pounds on your frame, and by the end of the day, you'd be more than immobile.

Oh, but...

Is that really enough for you?

How big do you want to get?

How beyond the limits of reality should we go?

What if every second was a pound to add to your fat ass.

You'd watch as your body rapidly expands, growing fatter and fatter without stopping. Within a minute you gain 60 pounds, and in an hour, a whopping 3600. Your belly is a mountain. Your thighs are thicker than you ever thought possible, but still, the growth doesn't stop.

Your weight has climbed into the 5th digit, and the walls in your home begin to crack, breaking open as you grow fatter than they can handle.

Then, after several hours, you notice your gains have slowed down significantly. That one pound you're gaining every second hardly makes a difference on your 350,000 body.

So, what do you think?

Our relationship could be perfect. You, me, and the hundreds of pounds of fat you’ll be filled with.

That’s the goal for both of us. To fill you, to fatten you, to make you a plaything. And we’ll play the role of partners, a budding relationship. The shows of affection, aimed to encourage your growth. The displays of care and concern. Our lives wrapped intimately together in the ultimate goal that is - you. The fattest you. The most obese and soft, the most helpless and in my control. We’ll tailor our romance around you. Around your size, around our common goal. Until the seems of a normal relationship burst with the molten flesh of excess fat, telling the world obviously just what is happening. We’ll look like lovers, as I parade your fat atrophied legs in your motorized chair. We’ll look like lovers, as I invite your friends to see our feeding nursery, and for them to ogle at all the care and attention that went into making you like this- obscenely, helplessly, wonderfully, fat.

It starts with a small bit of praise, "looking thicker"...

Something about it just makes you feel happy and excited

It motivates you to keep up with your little weight gain experiment

A few lbs later and you get another comment, "you're starting to get a bit chubby"...

"Me? Chubby?" you think to yourself

The idea of being seen as chubby instead of "normal" sets you on fire and you immediately grab a snack

After all chubby people love to snack, right?

You take pictures and videos of yourself, getting more and more turned on by the little bits of soft flesh you're able to find

It leads to you masturbating and falling asleep.

The next morning you're feeling kind of over the whole idea and you start planning out what you'll eat in order to lose weight

But you have those picture and videos from last night still saved on your phone...

So you decide to post them anyways

You get comments of praise, words of encouragement from people who can tell you've gained the slightest bit of weight and it starts to turn you on again

But then you see the one comment that's a bit different...

"You have potential to be a true fatty, I want you to stuff your face just for me"

The idea of a feeder having their eye on you gets you hot, but their dominating words are even hotter

The thought of submitting to someone else's desires drives you wild and you immediately go stuff yourself with delicious foods

You're beyond full now and you DM the feeder to show them that you obeyed

"good piggy", they say as the words of encouragement send flutters through your being

You masturbate to the feeling of being full and take a nap.

As you wake up in discomfort you start to feel regret for what you did

You were supposed to start dieting today, what happened?

You check your phone and see there's a new message from that feeder

"you did so good today, you're a really good fatty you know that?"

The encouragement once again pierces through you and strikes a fiery desire to submit some more

"tell me what do next" you reply, turning yourself on at the thought of following commands

"I want you to start drinking a pint of heavy cream every day for me"

Without thinking twice you go to the store and buy enough heavy cream that the cashier looks at you funny.

You update the feeder with your every move for their approval

They seem pleased and it keeps you horny

Every day the feeder has new demands for you

"you're having a second dinner tonight and it's fast food"

"start having 2nd helpings at every meal"

"dessert is now mandatory"

Each command drives you wild, but the praise you get for following orders is ecstasy

You love to submit

Every day you get more encouragement and praise

"looking fatter!"

"good piggy"

"you're doing such a good job for me"

At first the words of encouragement just felt like a hot form of roleplay, but now you're really starting to get fat and it only makes them hotter

You post new pics online and get reposted by a fat appreciation blog for the first time

Everyone is complimenting you on how fat you're getting and you even get a comment from someone thin that wants to get chubby like you

It gets you so aroused that you immediately start eating again

Your appetite is getting big now because you've been submitting to the feeder's demands for so long

Other people are taking notice of how much you need to eat

You keep getting fatter by the day now

And the fatter you get, the more submissive you become

You love every second of it

Thoughts of turning back and dieting have gotten weaker

You haven't been exercising your self control lately and it's starting to atrophy like your muscles

Instead you've reinforced the habit of giving in and being submissive

You're losing control

Any doubt or regret you have quickly gets washed away whenever you post picture and videos of yourself online

All the words of encouragement keep you locked in a permanent cycle of getting fatter, lazier and more submissive

By the end of the year you're morbidly obese

You're the fat friend in all of your friend groups and people treat you like a fat person

They assume you want to eat all the time and they expect you to be lazy

And they're right...

The way they treat you just feels like more encouragement to you now

You forget what it's like to not be out of breath all the time

You forget what it was like to not be sweaty all the time

You spend so much time lying in bed, eating and being sedentary that you find it difficult to do anything else

Your own body keeps you constantly aroused with the way it jiggles, sways and wobbles every time you move

The arousal keeps you eating and pusher your appetite more and more

You used to be thin

You were so close to staying thin

you seem to think that my personal objective is to fatten you up. To enjoy seeing you gaining weight as fast as possible by my hand.

And although that helds some true, it isnt really the process im trying to do.

You see, im not trying to fatten you up. Im trying to make YOU fatten yourself up.

Im just enabling you, im giving you the tools. Im giving everything you need to become an increasingly unhealthy blob of lard. And you fall for it every single time.

I buy extra food? You eat it

I bring snacks? You devour them

I take care of the house? You dont move from the couch

I bring you bigger clothes? You grow to fill them up.

The one burying that body of yours in fat is not me. Its you. It has always been you.

The concepts of food addiction and out of control weight gain rate have an enormous amount of appeal to me. The bittersweet-ness of extreme obesity, where it overwhelms you and takes over your life, and starts to become an everyday burden that you’re constantly struggling against.

In a perfect world where all our outlandish sexual fantasies become reality, ‘too fat’ would be the ideal for me - a state where my weight has gone to an extreme place where I don’t have full control over it anymore. Where I’m beyond a point of reasonably ever being able to lose weight ever again, where I am so fat that mundane daily activities are a battle against my own sheer obesity. And where its a fight I know I’m losing.

Where every day, I’m a little fatter, despite genuine attempts to stop myself. Failed attempts to cut back or exercise resulting in rebound gains that only further my obesity. Guilty binges filled with the guilt and shame of being unable to stick to a meal plan, or collapsing, sweating and panting, from the most flimsy or pathetic exercise attempts - and where the ice cream I stuff my face with to cool off easy exceeds any tiny attempt at burning calories I’ve made.

I’m not one for outright humiliation, but the sheer embarrassment of being overwhelmingly obese and out of shape, where you walk into a room and people take one look at you and go ‘shit, someone find him a chair before he collapses’, or where even finding a chair that supports my sheer bulk is in itself an awkwardly hurried search as I struggle to keep myself propped up, despite the aching in my legs and back.

Where I confess my weight struggles to people, and despite my efforts, you see the look in their eyes of ‘yeah, right. as if he’s trying. noone could be that fat without completely losing control of themselves and becoming a food addict.’ and knowing that despite myself, despite my efforts to stop…they’re right. I really am too far gone. But if I give up fighting against it, then it s really over. How much fatter can I get before mobility starts becoming a genuine problem? Can I continue to be independant? How will I eat if I can’t look after myself? Will that finally stop me? Will anything?

The appeal of too fat is in the way that everything is a burden, or awkward, or a struggle - where there’s a person-sized shape the world has determined a human can fit and reasonably navigate the world, and I’ve eaten myself to such a point that I no longer fit - and whats worse, its a hole that only getting more and more ill-fitting, because I’ve lost all control of my appetite, and I’m only eating myself even larger, fitting into the world less and less. And as shameful and overwhelming and scary as it all is. Part of me wants it. And thats the real reason I can never escape.

You’re in control of what I eat, when I eat and how I eat…

I lean in to kiss you: long and deep, my lips and tongue discovering salty-sweet traces of all the flavours I’ve fed you. My hand slips down to grab the soft little droop of belly between your thighs. Pulling out of the kiss slowly, speaking low against with my breath warm against your ear, I say: