sin bin

i just kept going and now i feel so fucking tight 😫 why do i do this to myself..? im pinned under this gigantic solid belly fuuuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

A grunt when you rise from your chair, a wobble in your step, thighs brushing closer than before.

Then the struggles pile on.

The couch creaks under you, the computer chair pinches at your love handles, and just standing up leaves you panting.

Your car? A tight squeeze, steering wheel pressed into your gut, every drive another reminder you’ve outgrown control.

Clothes? Buttons bursting, waistbands cutting deep, new sizes bought only to be ruined in weeks.

You’ll eye a scooter in the store, the thought creeping in that wheels might carry your lard better than your useless giant obese legs.

Flights? Forget one seat. Two, maybe three, and strangers starring at your giant blubbery body spilling into their space.

One day, you’ll even hesitate at doorways. Not because you’re unsure, but because you won’t fit anymore.

Even leaving the bed each morning will feel like a battle. Panting, sweating, just to waddle toward the kitchen for your next fix.

And then comes the part you never expected,

Just moving around itself turns erotic. Your thighs swell so massive, so obscene, they grind in symphony with your fupa against whatever’s left of your cock, whatever’s buried of your cunt.

Every step a spark. Every waddle an orgasm.

A pig so ruined by greed you can’t even walk without cumming. Too far gone.

This is where gluttony leads, piggy.

Not fitness. Not health. But paradise.

Beautiful, perfect paradise into extreme, irreversible obesity.

The kind only your goddess could whisper you into.

And you’ll love it. Eat more.

Every wheeze, every moan, every humiliating step deeper into euphoria.

Because this is who you are.

A piece of lard forever growing.

A slave to gluttony forever 🤍

Now, that would be the ultimate goal, wouldn't it?

Days blurring while a slurry of calories is dumped down your throat and the only thing you can do is suck, groan, and hope that I give your bulbous overstretched stomach a break.

With a gag ball fitted to your mouth and a tube allowing the seemingly endless stream of thick sludge to flow into you...

How could you ever leave? A belly constantly filled and heavy keeping you in place for me to continue the cycle. The coziness of never having to work or think. Just blowing up day by day and allowing me to do whatever I desire to your fattened body.

Then suddenly...

There goes the bed.

But you couldn't care less. Your only goal is to grow. I'm the one that cares for you. I will worry about how to handle the bed. If you're a good enough vessel for adipose, I'll remove the tube and let you graze while I figure out what else I can fit inside of that overfed tank of yours.

Until one day the room seems to be shrinking.

No. You're just outgrowing it.

Imagine eating so fucking much over the course of a few years that you're not just bordering on a health crisis, but you've swollen up to the point where your ass, belly, and rolls are touching the walls.

And with each passing day the room continues to tighten around your absurdly vast and well fed body. You wait for me to tear down a wall...but I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear the pitiful grunts spewing from your plump lips.

Too tight!

Please!

Helpless panting and gulping while I gaze at the mountain of lard I created. Left to suck down more calories until a wall finally crumbles.

But do you know what that means?

It was supposed to be a simple trail for a week, testing out an appetite booster for a couple grand and free food. Doc said it will take a few days to get out of her system but a month later her hunger still grew.

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Prompt: A young good looking couple have been captured and sent to a secured facility where they are fed systematically so that they turn super morbidly obese in a short period of time. They outgrow their clothes and lose their mobility.

TW: kidnapping, drug use, force feeding, forced weight gain

2915 words

***

“Wow, it almost sounds too good to be true,” Jason said.

Kathy glanced over his shoulder at the computer screen. “I mean, apparently they’re getting some special subsidy from some rich dude’s organization. That’s why the houses are so cheap.”

It’s been a while now since Jason and Kathy started planning their future together. They have been dating for almost 4 years now and felt ready to find their own place to live. If only the property prizes weren’t so high these days! Both of them had rather well-paid jobs but they still struggled to find something that would stand at a reasonable prize and not be a complete shack in the middle of nowhere.

That is, until Kathy’s friend told her about that new housing project that apparently catered specifically to young couples. It was called New Beginnings, and it was situated a little bit in the middle of nowhere, but it was definitely not a shack. A spacious, two-storey house with a garden sounded like a dream. And they could afford it!

“I still think it’s too good to be true,” Jason repeated. Kathy looked at her boyfriend warmly. He was so perfect. Tall, dark-haired, with a toned body of a runner, and he always took such good care of her.

“I know you worry,” she responded, placing her hands on his shoulders. “But do you think that they would have such good reviews if they weren’t legit? I checked! People love this place. See? Sarah writes on Reddit, I love it. They take such good care of you. And there’s so much room for growth.”

Jason looked up at Kathy. She was perfect. With brown, slightly curly hair, high cheekbones, and an hourglass figure, she was a ten to him. And she had always been the dreamer in their relationship.

Jason shook his head. So much room for growth could mean just about anything. He didn’t like that none of the reviews of the housing project they found online were very detailed – but then again, what mattered was that people loved it, right? Maybe it was hard to describe perfection.

“Okay then,” Jason said at last. “Let’s check it out.”

***

It was a sunny day full of promise. Jason and Kathy were driving to see their future home. It was a long ride – the only drawback of the place was undoubtedly its location. But there was so much nature around! They passed fields and even a small forest on their way.

Suddenly, Jason sighted someone standing in the middle of the road – probably a traveller waiting for a ride. Inconveniently, the guy was blocking the way. Annoyed, Jason stopped the car and opened the door.

“Can I help you, man?” he asked.

And then, everything happened very quickly.

Suddenly, there were many more men than just one. They jumped from behind the roadside bushes, dragging Jason out of the car. In shock, he started landing blows on the attackers, but there were four of them and only one of him, and they were all bodybuilder type of muscular. From behind Jason, Kathy screamed as another large man reached into the car and pulled her out. The couple didn’t see nor hear much more – soon, black garbage bags were put over their heads and they both felt a prickle in their necks – a sedative.

Everything went dark.

***

Kathy slowly blinked her eyes open. Her head hurt. She squinted and grimaced, assaulted by a harsh white light of a lamp above her. She was lying down on something. It wasn’t a bed – her position wasn’t entirely horizontal, rather, she felt as if she was reclining in a dentist chair. She tried to turn over, but something tugged at her arms. She pulled and realized she had been tied to the chair.

Her heart started racing. In a flash, everything came back to her – the long drive, the sudden ambush, the darkness. Jason… where was Jason?? She tried turning her head in order to see any of her surroundings.

She saw him. He was also reclined in a chair, also tied up, and didn’t seem conscious. Thankfully, he didn’t seem beaten up or otherwise injured, but some things could be hidden. As to herself, Kathy didn’t feel any pain apart from the headache – probably the after-effect of the sedative. She did feel dread and a rush of guilt, though.

He was right, she thought. This was too good to be true. And now we’re captured by God knows what maniacs who will do unspeakable things to us…

Suddenly, Kathy heard a loud clank. Ahead of her, a door opened, and a masked figure came in. Most probably a man, he spoke in a low voice:

“Oh good, you are awake.” He turned towards Jason. “Can’t say the same about him.”

“Who are you?? Where are we?? What…” Kathy started. Her voice was hoarse.

“Shh, don’t panic,” the man said in an eerily calm manner. “You won’t be harmed, I assure you. You might just end up a little bit… transformed.”

“What do you want from us?? Money? We don’t have a lot, but we can give you some, just please…”

“Shh,” the man interrupted again. “Don’t you know? You’re in the New Beginnings facility.”

“Facility??”

“Ah yes, they didn’t tell you? Pity.” The man’s voice sounded s bit mocking now. “Think of it as a sort of a… couple retreat.”

“I want to go home!” Kathy said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, but you are in your new home. Don’t worry, soon you’ll love it.”

He strode towards Jason and reached out to him, patting his cheek. “Wakey wakey.”

“Hmph,” Jason muttered. Kathy could see the moment his lucidity came back to him as he started straining against the rope that bind him, and hurling obscenities at the man in front of him.

“You two are a bit confused,” the man said. “That’s understandable. Soon, everything will be revealed.” He strode towards the door and opened them a fraction. “Nurse!” he called. “Are we ready to administer the treatments?”

Kathy felt her chest constricting. Treatments? Not only had they been captured, but will now be experimented upon by some evil scientists?

Soon, a nurse entered the room, wheeling a small cart.

“Now,” the man said. “This is all going to be a bit painful, but less so if you don’t thrash about. We’re going to inject you with a couple things that will make your subsequent experience here… a bit easier. First, there is an appetite stimulant. Then, a drug that will slow your metabolism significantly. We have also developed a formula that will prevent you from gagging. And then, of course, there is the sedative. A lower dose, as we want you awake, but not too rowdy.”

Kathy screamed as the nurse approached her. She could only watch as the woman clutched her arm with an iron-like grip and injected her with all manner of awful things. Jason tried to kick at her, but his legs were tied tightly to the chair.

“Now,” the man looked at his watch, “it should all start working soon. Why don’t we bring out the funnels, nurse.”

The woman nodded and soon returned with two large tanks filled with some mysterious liquid. They both had hoses attached to them. Kathy tried to clench her jaw shut as the nurse directed the funnel into her mouth, but she was slowly feeling the sedative-induced wave of exhaustion wash over her. And there was something else, too. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she felt hunger. Violent and ravenous, as if she hadn’t eaten for days.

“Here is how it will work,” the masked man said as the nurse attached the funnel to Jason’s mouth. “You will sleep in separate rooms. But you will see each other every day, as you will spend all of your days here, fed. Every day, you will receive your treatments. Every day, you will also be weighed. We will decide when you are ready to start your new life.”

Kathy blinked stupidly. Suddenly, there was a whirr, and the machines started pumping. A wave of liquid hit Kathy’s mouth and she was forced to swallow. She noticed her throat seemed to lack tightness, as if someone had removed the natural reflex to stop and gag. The liquid was creamy and sweet, and it landed heavily and smoothly in her stomach.

She didn’t know how long the feeding session lasted. But she did know that even with her newfound hunger, she was absolutely stuffed at the end of it. Her belly was a tightly packed ball, peeking out from underneath her t-shirt, the hem of her yoga pants cutting painfully into the underside. She looked as if she was pregnant.

Beside her, Jason fared no better. His packed food baby strained the confines of his shirt, buttons keeping on for dear life. He mumbled something around the funnel, but Kathy couldn’t understand him.

She was so tired.

***

Jason slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

Thanks to the sedative, he was in a constant haze now. Only one sensation could get through to him: the insatiable hunger.

As on cue, his stomach growled and Jason reluctantly pulled himself up to a sitting position.

He absent-mindedly scratched his belly. He was still wearing the same clothes he had been abducted in, but his shirt had lost most of its buttons and was now hanging open, revealing his beach ball belly. His toned chest was gone, replaced by a set of squishy moobs and a gut that was hanging over the hem of his pants. And his pants held on for dear life; last night something ripped as he was going to bed and he had a feeling that his expansive backside had just started to peek out.

Gone was also Jason’s chiselled handsome jawline; he had a slight double chin now and his cheeks were puffy. Last night when he was weighed just before bed, the scale said 305 pounds.

With some difficulty, Jason stood up and shuffled to the common room. He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t wait for his feeding. He was just so hungry. After the first couple days of futile resistance the sedative kicked in for good, making him feel indifferent and complacent.

When Jason entered the room, he saw Kathy already strapped to the chair. She had expanded a lot, as well. Her yoga pants were ripping in several places, stretched near-translucent over her doughy, wobbly legs, her inner thighs smothering each other all the way down to her knees. As she grew, she developed a double belly, her belly button buried deep between the rolls. Her t-shirt was now a crop top, barely covering her expansive breasts that had lost all their definition and were now sagging in a jiggling mass on top of her belly. The sleeves of her t-shirt dug into her hammy upper arms. Rolls of fat were starting to hang over her elbows. Her face morphed from angular to rotund, with a thick double chin and chipmunk cheeks.

“Hi, honey,” Kathy said in a dull voice, glancing at Jason.

“Hi,” he responded, sitting down in a chair, his belly pooling over his crotch. As he looked at Kathy, he couldn’t deny that her new form turned him on in some weird way. She was so… ample. He wished he had more energy – energy that could be spent on sex instead of on guzzling down the fattening slop and slowly waddling to the bed and back.

But Jason’s thoughts of Kathy soon evaporated as he felt a sickeningly delicious smell coming from behind the slightly ajar door. It wasn’t the usual slop they were being fed, it was real food! Burgers and pizzas, judging by the smell. Jason’s stomach gave an anticipatory growl.

Soon, their captor entered with a tray filled to the brim by burgers, fries, chicken wings, and pizzas. Jason briefly glanced at Kathy – her eyes were glazed over, and she was drooling.

“Congratulations, fatties,” the masked man said. “As a reward for crossing 300 pounds, you have now advanced to solid food.”

Jason couldn’t help himself anymore. He reached to the tray, his upper arm roll wobbling. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth in a juicy burger. On some level, he still hated himself for that, but the hunger was just too strong.

The man laughed. “So eager, are we? I knew you’d come around.”

For the next hour, the room was quiet, except for the sounds of slurping, licking, and burping. When Kathy and Jason demolished the trays of food, they sat back in their chairs, their taut bellies doming above them.

SNAP! The last buttons on Jason’s shirt gave way, just as Kathy’s yoga pants snapped on her lower belly. They both groaned.

“Hmm,” the captor said, “I think you might need new clothes. Hold on.”

He left the room, but quickly came back, holding the most hideous garments known to man. For Kathy, he’d brought a tent-like dress painted in some ugly, vaguely flowery pattern, resembling a grandma’s nightgown. For Jason, he had a pair of stretched-out grey sweatpants and a large white t-shirt. Jason looked at the tags. 6XL.

“Now, I think this is way more fitting for your new nature, don’t you think?”

Jason put on his new clothes with some difficulty. They were comfy, but the pants were slightly on the tight side. Beside him, Kathy squeezed herself into the grandma dress. She looked frumpy. Older. Huge.

They were both huge, and they were only getting fatter.

***

Sweat beaded on Kathy’s forehead as she tried to rock herself to a standing position.

Her hunger was getting out of control. Ever since her and Jason had been introduced to solid food again, she couldn’t help but scarf down every single morsel. As a result, her belly now hung down to her knees and her legs resembled two lumps of curdled fat. Her moon-like face, currently beet-red with exertion, rested on a triple chin. Her breasts cascaded down the sides of her belly. Even her toes and fingers were chubby, and she was starting to have a hard time closing her hands over food she so eagerly devoured.

She was 620 pounds. Jason fared no better, with his enormous belly, a face with hanging jowls and squinting eyes obscured by fatty cheeks, propped high on a neck roll, and an ass that hang from both sides of his chair. To Kathy, he looked like a whale – and yet, she was a cow herself. There was no going back.

“Okay,” Kathy whispered to herself, panting. Her whole dress – a yet new and uglier one – was all wet with sweat. “One – huff – two – three…”

She rocked again, but her butt refused to lift from the bed. She grunted in frustration. She couldn’t miss the meal, she was so hungry!

There was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Having trouble?” The captor’s voice called from the outside.

“I – huff – I…” Kathy fought to catch her breath. After a minute, she added, “…I can’t stand up.”

“Oh?” the voice sounded very interested now.

Kathy blushed.

“Why can’t you?” an innocent question.

“I’m – I’m too fat,” Kathy said.

“Can you repeat that, please?”

“I’m too fat!” she cried, utterly humiliated. “You turned me into a blob of fat.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest. You turned yourself into that, with your insatiable hunger and all. And besides, you’re not quite a blob… yet.”

A shiver ran down Kathy’s spine.

“I have good news for you, though,” the captor continued. “It seems you and your boyfriend are in sync. He also couldn’t get up today. Had to be wheeled into the feeding room. I think you are ready to join him.”

Four masked people entered Kathy’s room with a wheelchair and slowly lifted her heavy body, straining their muscles in the process. The wheelchair creaked as the people wheeled her into the feeding room, where she was reunited with Jason. Her boyfriend was sitting there, more fat than human, his gargantuan belly pooling in between and around his trunk legs. His hands hung uselessly at his fleshy sides, wobbling. He was already eating. And he wasn’t eating solid food. He was chugging the fatty slop again.

He barely noticed her, focused on gulping down the slop, his fat cheeks bulging around the funnel. A droplet of the gooey substance was trickling down his triple chin. Kathy sighed. There was a time when she was so attracted to this man – and now they were both whales, and their attention was slowly but surely turning from each other to food.

“I think I’ll have the funnel today, too,” Kathy said. “It’s just so much easier and faster.”

***

A large house with a garden. Kathy and Jason finally got their wish. Their new life was, indeed, just starting. They were both 700-pound naked blobs of human beings, situated in their respective rooms on huge mattresses, their mobility long lost. In each room, a funnel was hanging from the ceiling, pumping the fattening substance into their hungry maws at all times. They have long forgotten about each other and were focused only on food, and eating more, and more, and more. The transformation was complete.