I know you already ate yourself to over 320 lbs, but you know I will always want you fatter. If it wasn’t for me wanting to parade you around outside, I wouldn’t care, I‘d greatly enjoy stuffing your unrecognisably swollen face at double your current weight. I‘d get off on your belly hanging to your knees, if you could still stand up then. I would find it hot if you couldn’t.

Just a massive blob, impatiently waiting for me in his reinforced bed for his third feeding of the day - your second breakfast after your wake up funneling and of course, first breakfast. You‘d shift your lard around to show me your jiggles, you know how much I love it. You can’t do much more than make these hypnotic lard roll waves and wiggle your weak doughy arms a bit to show me how excited you are to be fed again. It’s all your favourites in one meal again, it’s greasy, salty and then a lot of sugar and I‘ll dotingly place every bite in your mouth as you struggle to breathe in between bites.

Be a good boy for me. A good fat boy, letting me fatten him into this bed and never out of it again. You’re the prettiest thing when you’re panting and sweating at the end of another feeding session and still ask me if there will be another cake today. Every day honey. You don’t have to ask me to dig out your buried cock from inside your fleshy fupa. You know I‘ll take care of it towards the end of each feeding.

When I‘m at work, I‘ll set you up with an extra snack table right next to you containing four meals worth of calories for a normal person, a litre of shake and a crate of sodas. I‘ll turn on the toy I placed between your legs, gently vibrating and massaging your fat pad for these hours I can’t be there. The camera is always on. I‘ll see you try to rock your hips to feel the toy more but the only way to achieve that is by stuffing your body tighter so it swells up again. I‘ll turn up the sound when I see that on film, hearing you whimper and groan while you keep obediently stuffing your pretty face.

I want to find you bloated and desperate when I come home. When my day was stressful, I‘ll immediately shove some burgers or doughnuts in your mouth that I got on the way home. I know you’re full, but you will wiggle your immobile blob body enthusiastically while I push more food into your packed stomach and moan softly in relief. The bed creaks and I kiss you to taste the sugar in your mouth from your long snacking shift. This is all you know now, you don’t know how else to be or what else to feel. You just want to be my perfectly spoiled obese toy, you want to make both of us happy and get excited every time I let you know how much I want you. I want you when you continuously prove that you will eat for me the rest of your life. It’s so romantic. Nobody has ever done this for me.

You‘ve been in a horny haze since you reached the mythical 200 kg, 440 lbs. That was the last time you knew your weight. I‘ve withheld that information from then on. I keep telling you I need just ten more pounds from you. It’s been two years of ten more pounds always. You can only waddle a few steps very slowly, it’s more like you holding on to something around you and then carefully dropping from one foot onto the other. I adore your fat thighs pinning your widening arse to the sofa or the bed most days.

you sat at the booth and waited, idly drinking from the soda your waiter had already brought. you looked up to your name being called, and almost choked on your drink. it was your friend, alright, but they had definitely....changed. you shook your head in disbelief, opening your eyes to confirm that yes, that was your old friend standing in front of you. in front of you, in shorts that were downright obscene, cutting into a heavy belly that was even more pronounced due to an incredibly tight belt, with a shirt that definitely wasn't meant to be a crop top, but couldn't help but be one with the way it barely fell to their last rib, leaving a large amount of smooth flesh exposed. they grinned at you, their rosy cheeks bulging in the most adorable way, and you just sat in silence as they pulled themself into the booth, grunting at the tight fit the table caused; you could only watch as they had to push the table towards you to make room, and a small layer of fat still rested on the counter.

you knew they had always been a little bit on the heavier side, always softer in places you weren't, but this? you had a fleeting thought of what their belly would feel like beneath your fingers, their soft, plush body malleable under your hands. it went away when they asked if you were ready to get some food, and you nodded, standing up with them. you licked your lips as you watch them pull themself back out of the booth, sucking in their belly to scoot out of the seat, only to exhale and let it all fill out again. you could see their belly jiggle and move as they walked, each step causing their beautiful thighs to shake.

after their fourth place, you had to resist the urge to gasp and shift in your seat, as they once again came back over to your booth, squeezing themself into the tight space that had become and increasingly bigger struggle each time they waddled over. you weren't sure just how much they had shoved into their mouth, but it had been enough for the two of you, definitely. they brought back plates two at a time now, filled to the brim with creamy mashed potatoes and perfectly cooked steak, pasta, fried chicken, whatever they could fit on the plate. after your second plate, you had to stop just so you could watch in fascination as they kept eating, seemingly with no end in sight.

you almost came then and there when they looked up at you after their seventh plate and quietly asked if you could go up and get them dessert. you barely caught the end of their sentence, but your ears went blood red as you heard them say, "im so full...i can't move right now..." you did as asked, blushing the whole time as you filled the plate up with brownies, cookies, buttery rolls, chocolate covered strawberries and marshmallows, cheesecake bites and chocolate cake. with a last second thought, you grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with ice cream, covering it in whipped cream and all the topping they offered. you brought the plate back over to the table and watched the surprise bloom on your friend's flushed face, and your eyes dropped to where you could see their belt open and shorts unbuttoned, revealing their full, stuffed belly on striking display. they took the plate and began to eat slowly, letting out a whimper that went straight to your core.