Knubbs Mindspace

so all of this continues on, day after day, month after month. because of all of those adjustments, that promised moment of clarity just never happens. our gainers continue living this way, falling deeper and deeper into this new world they've made for themselves. it had in truth happened long along, but their lives now completely revolve around around gaining. heavier weights, once thought to be fantasy, are now talked about as inevitable. they had weight goals before, but instead of casually working towards them, adjusting both speed and scope as life got in the way, the main focus of daily life becomes reaching those goals. things speed up, accelerating at a pace neither of them thought was possible. maybe they switch between feeder and feedee from time to time. one of their gains takes precedence, takes up more of both of their attentions. maybe that's always been the case, maybe one of them has always been the main "feeder" and the other the main "feedee." but no matter what dynamic exists between them, both continue to get fatter and fatter. both simply want to keep growing, and to make sure the other continues to grow. leaving the house has become increasingly rare for both of them. every day becomes an endless, hedonistic blur. all day gaming sessions, movie and tv show marathons. grocery and fast food deliveries every few hours. if they aren't having sloppy, sweaty sex, at least one of them has a hand down their pants at any given moment, with the other hand grabbing onto something soft, whether its one of their rolls or one from their fellow glutton. the cooking and baking continues, both have gotten quite gifted and each has multiple recipes that they've mastered, both taste and calories maximized. but the simple fact is that they've started to outgrow their kitchen. only one can be there in it at a time, and even though it's become a tight squeeze. standing for long enough to finish cooking something become impossible long ago, and the amount of official kitchen chairs that have been broken is already too many to count. all the furniture that can be reinforced, has been. they've ordered a custom made, reinforced, double bariatric bed, with a one ton weight limit. not a day goes by when at least one of them doesn't get off to the thought of breaking it. the point of no return was passed long ago. diets and exercise are attempted from time to time, but always with the clear intent of failure, just another way to enjoy their size, just another way to remind them of where things are at now. whatever lives they had before this relationship began are gone now, and they couldn't be happier. the next step is moving to a new place, one with every possible amenity to make what's coming next as easy as possible. they even make sure there's a guest bedroom. they both know why.

it's a few years in now. the only activities they get up to are eating, fucking and playing with each other’s blubber, often all three at the same time. anything else either one of them gets up to is just a distraction. it's hard to focus on playthrough 10 of fallout new vegas when you feel your gut brushing the carpet as you sit on the struggling sofa. or when your lover comes waddling in with the morning's fourth pipping bag of bavarian cream. it was always there, but perhaps the biggest challenge one of them would've had to just slowing this all down or even stopping it, was each other. maybe there was a couple other genuine attempts, like that gym fiasco. but now that they're both full immersed in this lifestyle, neither can find the strength to support the other in these attempts. and its not on purpose, thought diet and weight loss sabotage are fantasies they share. it's just...the food doesn't stop. the other person shows no desire to join you, and you love that about them. both of you go days without leaving the house. how could one ever expect to lose weight in such an environment? especially when that's the kind of environment they've both been dreaming to live in? why would you want to give that up? how could you ever?

no matter what the dynamic was before, one of them eventually takes over as a primary feeder and caretaker, their own gains slowing down a significant amount. there’s definitely a size difference between them of at least 150-200lbs. the bigger one is a complete couch potato, barely managing more than 50 steps a day, regularly consuming 8,000 calories every day, everything being provided for them. the smaller one? the only thing that gets them off the couch is the desire to get more food for their piggy. this is just enough motivation to get them off the couch to waddle to their now larger, yet still tight kitchen or outside to pick up food deliveries. the big one can’t seem to find the energy to even get up for these things, despite wanting the small one to keep ballooning as well. but the small one doesn’t seem to mind one bit, even as those clumsy waddles get harder and harder by the day. this was a natural step. eventually, one of them was going to give in completely a little quicker, accept the inevitable a little faster, while the other still clings to some degree of normalcy. and one of them has to stay mobile. at least for now.

the big one unsurprisingly hits immobility first, but those last steps had been taken long ago by that point. they'd both made preparations long ago to get ready for this moment, and it allows the big one to settle into such a life comfortably. the small one is perfectly content caring for their now positively blob-like partner, but it’s tough to fulfill that role when you can barely get up from the couch on your own. it’s tough to clean under an immense gut when you’re too weak and flabby to even come close to lifting it all the way. the small one manages despite the difficulty, being a caretaker keeps them from reaching immobility thanks to the added physical activity and despite the need for frequent breaks, but only for now. the small one's appetite hasn't changed, and the clock is ticking. they haven’t managed to have anything close to “normal” sex in a very long time, but at this point, it’s just the frantic squishing together of flab, chubby fingers grabbing rolls, sweaty folds slapping, desperate humping and grinding, huffing, puffing, moaning. luckily, the whole scenario is so incredibly erotic to them that just a couple minutes of this is all it takes, enough jiggling reaches sensitive, buried genitals, to bring thunderous orgasms. and while the small tried to clean them both up after, it become clear to them both after a particular session that it's just impossible now. so they both reach out, asking in those feedist circles they'd become key members of, and eventually find a local feeder, one who appears beyond excited to care for such a gargantuan couple, and make sure they can keep this all going. after a hangout at the couple's place, and the heaviest menage a trois of all time, they all click, and soon the feeder moves in to that extra bedroom, quickly taking over as caretaker. everything is given over to the feeder, all the remaining responsibilities these two butterballs have. the small one slows down. no more waddling around, no more struggling to take care of the big one despite how much they loved doing so. it's all coming full circle.