“Shit,” Wonwoo said as he looked at his phone. He was still catching his breath from the trip to the door and back to his scooter. Now he sat on the scooter, investigating why his food order, which he had been notified was at his door, was not at his door. The answer became clear when he noticed that the door number in the photo attached to his order was a number off. Panic set in as he realized that it was the unit exactly one floor above his. “Shit,” he said again.

He was wracking his mind, trying to figure out how to fix the situation. Given the amount of time it had taken him to get up from his bed, onto his scooter, and then walk the short distance to the door that his scooter was too wide for, the driver was likely long gone. And at his current weight, there was no way he’d be able to make it up the stairs to the second floor. Just as he was about to give up and put in a new order, there was a knock at his door. It startled him and he wondered who it might be. With a huff and a lot of effort, he once again stood from his scooter. Setting his phone in the small basket, he began the seven foot walk from his scooter to the door for the second time in less than 10 minutes—not a small feat for him at a whopping 750 pounds.

“One minute,” he said between breaths, reassuring the mystery person that he was, in fact, home. After finally reaching the door, he took a few breaths and felt a small wave of embarrassment wash over him. It had been a while since he’d interacted with anyone who was unaware of his size. He unlocked the door and opened it slightly to find a man outside his door holding two bags. Wonwoo’s eyes widened. 

“H-hi,” the man said. “I think your order got delivered to my door. I just thought I’d bring it by,” he said with a smile. He lifted the bags and drew Wonwoo’s eyes to his defined biceps. This guy was hot. He realized that he needed to speak. 

“Oh, thank you,” he said quickly. “I was just trying to figure out how to get a refund,” he said with a chuckle and small huff. The man chuckled as well. He held the bags forward and Wonwoo reached out for them. 

“I’m Seungcheol, by the way,” the man said. “I just moved in about a month ago.”

“Oh, welcome. I’m Wonwoo,” he offered with a chuckle. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Seungcheol said with a smile that, to Wonwoo, looked shy. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” he said with a wave. He closed the door after Seungcheol turned around and took a few steps. His heart pounded, both from exertion and nerves. He wondered how much of him Seungcheol had seen, although his face would likely give away how big the rest of him was. The man hadn’t seemed too judgemental. 

Wonwoo made his way back to his scooter and smiled to himself as he rode back to his bed, food in tow.

-

A week later, Wonwoo “accidentally” put in the wrong address for his order after spending three days figuring out how he could see the man again. He didn’t have his number and there was no way he was making it up the steps to knock on the man’s door himself. So, he figured this was the best way albeit slightly juvenile. He could only hope that Seungcheol was actually home. His worry began to set in as he realized that Seungcheol could very well not be home. There were two issues with that–first, he wouldn’t be able to see Seungcheol, and second, he was hungry. He sat on his scooter and stewed before he received a message that his order had been dropped off. His heart began to pound. 

He rubbed his expansive gut to soothe his nerves. It gurgled and rumbled from nerves and hunger. He thought briefly of rolling into the kitchen for a snack when he heard a muffled sound of a door opening and closing above him. He tensed and his eyes widened as he began to hear steps coming down the stairs outside of his apartment. There were only a few moments before there was a familiar knock at his door that still managed to startle him. Already on his scooter a few feet from the door, he took a few moments to gather the momentum to stand and did so, using the handles from the scooter to steady himself. “Coming,” he said once he caught his breath.

Seungcheol smiled on the other side of the door with two bags in his hands. 

“Looks like there was another mix up,” he said with a small laugh.

“Oh, thank you,” Wonwoo said, feeling himself blush. “They should really make the apartment numbers more obvious.” That was a total lie, seeing as they were right on the door for anyone to see. 

“Yeah,” Seungcheol siad with a chuckle. He still held the bags and his expression changed a bit. “Um,” he said, moving to scratch his head but soon realizing that he couldn’t with the bag in his hand. “Well, I wanted to see if you’d like some company. I’m new to the area and haven’t met many of my neighbors yet.”

“Oh,” Wonwoo said, shocked that his plan had somehow worked–that or this man was a murderer with a perfect opportunity. “Of course. I’d love some company.”

Seungcheol smiled, some of the nervousness leaving his expression. Wonwoo moved to open the door and step back to let him in, revealing his full body for the first time. He wondered what Seungcheol thought of him, given that the man was trim and built, likely 600 pounds lighter than Wonwoo. As he turned to walk back to his scooter, Seungcheol followed him in, closing the door. Wonwoo walked slowly to his scooter, trying to suppress how out of breath he was getting.

“I–huff–use this scooter to get around,” he explained, as he sat down. He didn’t look back for Seungcheol’s reaction as he sat down and turned it on. He moved towards the couch and began to get up from his scooter to sit down on the well worn couch. 

“You can–huff–take the chair, if you like,” he offered, motioning towards an armchair that he’d outgrown years ago.

“T-thank you,” Seungcheol said, sitting down and setting the food on the coffee table. 

“Would you like a cheeseburger?” Wonwoo said as he began rifling through one of the bags. 

“Oh, no, I don’t want to eat something you got for yourself,” Seungcheol said, waving his hands. Wonwoo smiled. 

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty,” he said. He’d ordered extra just in case his plan worked out as it currently was. He handed the man a cheeseburger. He accepted it gratefully.

“So, what brings you to Seoul?”

“Work,” Seungcheol said after swallowing a bite. “I’m a personal trainer.”

Wonwoo stifled a grimace and felt himself begin to accept defeat, but resolved to enjoy the company anyways. 

“Oh, nice,” he said. “I can definitely see that,” he said, giving the man a quick once over–a final flirting attempt, and then he would let it rest. The comment brought a blush to the man’s cheeks.

“Thank you,” he said, ducking his head a bit.

“Do you have a lot of clients?”

“I have a few so far, enough for how long I’ve been here,” he said before his expression changed a bit. “Why? Are you looking for a trainer?” The tone took Wonwoo by surprise because it wasn’t only flirty but it also held a sense of knowing. 

“Not exactly,” Wonwoo said, matching the energy. “Believe it or not, I’m not actually looking to lose weight.”

“Oh?” Seungcheol looked somewhat surprised but not nearly as surprised as Wonwoo had expected. 

“Yeah, I’ve been gaining weight for a while now,” Wonwoo explained.

“You’ve gotten pretty big,” Seungcheol said. He was holding his burger but not eating it. “Do you have a feeder?”

Wonwoo nearly spat out the bite he’d taken. A feeder? How did Seungcheol know about that?

“Um, no,” he said. “Not currently.” His cheeks burned and his heart pounded. There was a long pause between them before Seungcheol nodded and then spoke.

“Do you want one?”

Wonwoo was stunned.

“Y-you mean you?”

Seungcheol nodded, his face beet red. “I’m into big guys,” he explained. 

“Well, I’m certainly that,” Wonwoo said. He set his burger down on his belly and rested his hands on sides. “Look, I’m nearly immobile and it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. If that’s not something you’re comfortabl—”

“I–” Seungcheol interjected. “I would love to help you reach that goal.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol said more confidently. He rose and moved to sit on the small space left on the couch that Wonwoo sat on. “H-how much do you weigh now?”

Wonwoo felt himself getting hot. He could hardly believe the situation but the sincere look in Seungcheol’s eyes convinced him that it was real.

“758, the last I checked,” he said. “But that was a few weeks ago.”

“Fuck,” Seungcheol said under his breath. “You got this big all by yourself?”

“I had feeders here and there along the way,” Wonwoo explained. “But I’ve done the bulk of it myself.” He rubbed a hand over his belly before picking up the cheeseburger and stuffing it into his mouth. “I used to be really skinny.”

“Really?”

Wonwoo nodded. “I wanted to be big but I was too scared to actually gain weight. But then I went to college and decided to give in to my desires. I gained almost fifty pounds my freshman year.”

“How big were you when you graduated?”

“About 350 pounds,” Wonwoo said, tossing the wrapper onto the coffee table. “I got a really shitty job right out of school and all I could really afford was junk food, which luckily, was exactly what I needed to keep gaining.”

“I hit 500 at 28,” Wonwoo said, heaving slightly to reach forward for another burger. Seungcheol held a hand up and reached forward for him. He pulled two burgers from the bag and handed them to Wonwoo with a smile. Wonwoo took them and smiled, setting one on his belly and unwrapping the other. “After that, my mobility really started to slow down and I’ve been gaining pretty steadily since then.”

“Can you get around much? I mean, without your scooter,” Seungcheol asked, his expression full of morbid curiosity. 

“Some,” Wonwoo said, taking a bite. “But not much. I really only walk to and from my scooter.”

Seungcheol licked his lips. 

“Do you want some help with that?” He asked as Wonwoo began to unwrap the other burger.

-

6 months later

“Cheol,” Wonwoo huffed desperately as he stood from the couch. The older man grabbed his fleshy arm and steadied him. The man’s mobility had been seriously wavering in the last few days. He needed Seungcheol’s help more than ever, just to stand up and take the few steps to or from his scooter.

His scooter was only about four steps from him but it was practically a mile for Wonwoo. It had become a long trek for him in the last six months that Seungcheol had been stuffing him silly. Just a week prior, Seungcheol had helped him to his scale which had a limit of 800 pounds and found that he had outgrown it. The word ERROR had popped up on the monitor and alerted the men that Wonwoo was now over 800 pounds. He had no idea how much he weighed but his joints and muscles were beginning to protest almost every movement. 

When he finally made it to the scooter, he was a mess of sweat and wheezes. Seungcheol rubbed his back as he caught his breath. After a minute, Wonwoo turned the key to his scooter and felt it turn on. He flipped it into reverse and turned the handle to make it move but he only felt the machine buzz and heard a low rumble. He released the handle and tried again. It did the same. Seungcheol looked down at him, confused for a moment and then in understanding. 

“Wonwoo,” he said, almost breathlessly. “I think you’re too heavy for it to move.”

Wonwoo would laugh at the situation, and would probably get more turned on if not for the nagging thought that he would have to walk back to his bed. He tried to rev it one more time with desperate hope that it would move, but unsurprisingly it didn’t. 

“Let’s get you back on the couch,” Seungcheol said. His voice was a mix of concerned and turned on. Wonwoo guessed that he was waiting to see his reaction to the situation.

“I’m too fat for my scooter,” he said with a smile. “I’m close.”

“Yeah, you are,” Seungcheol said, looking relieved and swooping down to kiss him. “God, you’re so hot.”

“Cheol,” Wonwoo said, getting the man’s attention. “I don’t want to go back to the couch.” Seungcheol crouched down and held his hands, listening intently.

“I want you to help me back to the bed,” he said slowly. “And I don’t want to get back up again.”

Seungcheol stared at him with hungry eyes and nodded. He rose and held his hands out to Wonwoo. 

It took them a while to get Wonwoo up from the scooter and then they began the trek to the bed. Wonwoo guessed that he hadn’t walked that far in over a year at this point. He stared ahead with fear and morbid excitement. It had been a while since he’d been truly exhausted.

“Hold on to me, okay?” Seungcheol instructed. “Take your time and let me know if you need to sit.”

Wonwoo nodded with a huff and leaned to the left to take his first “step” forward. His breathing was already starting to increase in speed after three steps. He could feel sweat developing between his folds. They had made it about five feet when Wonwoo spoke.

“I’ll need to sit soon,” he said between short breaths. “Fuck.”

Seungcheol grabbed a seldom used wooden chair from the kitchen and hoped that it would be strong enough to withstand the enormous weight of his boyfriend. Wonwoo’s eyes sparkled at the chair as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. 

“This is going to take forever,” he said as he carefully sat down on the chair. 

“Savor it,” Seungcheol said, massaging his shoulders. “You’ll never do this again.”

“Wait til we’re in the bedroom to start the dirty talk,” he said with a cheeky grin. Seungcheol chuckled. 

It took them over thirty minutes to get Wonwoo back into bed. When he finally got there and got his pillows propped up and comfortable, he sighed with content. 

I’m immobile, he thought to himself. I’m finally immobile. 

He watched as Seungcheol moved about his bedroom setting things up and smiled. From now on, all he had to do was sit and get fatter. 

“Cheol,” he said, stopping the man in his tracks. “Deal with that later. Right now, I want a sponge bath and some food.”

The older man smiled and nodded. “Yes sir,” he said with a quirk in his eyebrow. He made his way to the bathroom and began preparing a bucket of water. He felt himself grow hard as he realized that this would be the first of many tasks that he would now have to take on in caring for his immobile boyfriend. The thought pleased him. After he turned the water off, he swore he heard Wonwoo’s stomach grumble and decided it was time to get to work.

---

"Teasing me?" Jeonghan asked, referencing Seungcheol's scantily clad state. He wore only boxer briefs which left the rest of his soft body on display. His doughy belly pushed well past the waist line and hung over it a bit and his thick thighs strained the seams of his garment.

"Look at it as a 'thank you' for taking care of me," Seungcheol said with a sultry smile.

"Thank you," Jeonghan said, stepping closer and pressing a hand to the roundest part of Seungcheol's belly. He leaned in and kissed him before pulling away and speaking. "What do you want for dinner, big boy?"

-

"Are you gonna finish the whole thing for me?" Jeonghan asked, rubbing his boyfriend's belly.

"I'll try," Seungcheol said.

"Good boy," Jeonghan said before reaching for the first slice of pizza. Seungcheol took the first bite timidly before going in for a second bite before he'd finished chewing the first. Jeonghan hummed in contentment.

"You always eat so good for me," he told him, reaching forward to rub his belly. He took a third bite. "And you're filling out so well," he gave Seungcheol's body a sensual once over before wetting his lips.

He finished the first slice and moved on to a second, then a third, and a fourth, as well as some cheese sticks. His belly was beginning to push out from the amount of food. Small moans escaped Seungcheol's lips as he reveled in the painful pleasure of being stuffed.

"You sound so good," Jeonghan said quietly, reaching for a fifth slice. His other hand came to massage the rounded flesh of the man's hip, his thumb brushing over faint stretch marks. "So soft, Cheol."

The older man smiled before leaning in for a large bite. Jeonghan smiled to himself. He loved leaning into Seungcheol's praise kink. The man couldn't resist Jeonghan's doting words and compliments and Jeonghan loved the reddened cheeks and bashful smiles that they produced.

After he finished the fifth slice, Jeonghan could tell he was getting pretty full. Instead of immediately reaching for the sixth slice, he smoothed a hand over his skin and leaned in to kiss him. He always liked to give Seungcheol a break during stuffings if he thought he needed it and it usually entailed a make out session.

Seungcheol accepted the kiss and then another and just as Jeonghan was pulling away, the older man placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back in. Jeonghan happily obliged, tasting the pizza on Seungcheol's lips. He kissed him tenderly and then with more fervor, taking his lip between his teeth. His hands explored the curves and folds on Seungcheol's body and make the man sigh.

"Fuck, Cheol," Jeonghan said breathlessly as he pulled away. He tilted the man's head and began to kiss up the side of his neck. "Your body," he started as he took one of Seungcheol's breasts in his hand and squeezed, "fuck, it's-" He couldn't find the words but his actions spoke loud enough.

Seungcheol moaned and reached over to pull Jeonghan onto his lap. The large muscles under all of his fat never failed to impress and excite Jeonghan. With his hip pressed against Seungcheol's belly, he deepened the kiss, leaning into his torso. Seungcheol's arms wrapped around Jeonghan's slight body and held him with strong hands.

It was Seungcheol who finally pulled away. With flushed cheeks, he looked up at Jeonghan who was higher up due to his position on his lap.

"Think you can finish it now?"

The older man nodded. Jeonghan smiled and reached for the box, lifting a slice out. He held it to Seungcheol's lips and the man took a bite. Jeonghan wanted to savor the moments as much as possible, but even he could tell that Seungcheol was rushing a bit as well. Once he finished, there was hardly a moments hesitation before they were all over each other again. Despite his fullness, Seungcheol picked Jeonghan up and carried him into the bedroom as they kissed.

Jeonghan was pretty sure that Seungcheol was no longer having a bad day.

-

- 

If I don’t stop putting on weight, I’ll have to get new pants.

Soonyoung struggled to bring the buttons of his pants together. He resorted to laying back on his bed and sucking in, finally fitting the button into the hole. He sighed and sat up, feeling how tight they were. Looking down, he noticed that he could no longer see the button due to his small belly pushing out past his waistline. If he had time, he might investigate further but he had to get to work so he rose and felt the pressure dissipate slightly from sitting down. As he walked past his mirror, he paused and noticed that the tight pants were giving him a total muffin top. His chub pressed against the fabric at his waist. 

He briefly wondered how long it would be before he needed to move up the next size in shirts.

-

If I can’t stick to this diet, I won’t lose any weight.

Soonyoung sighed at his salad after turning down his coworkers when they invited him out for lunch. He liked salad, sure, but it wasn’t very filling and he’d much rather be spending time with others. Instead, he was in the break room with a few others who mostly stuck to their phones and ate quietly. He sighed before getting up. He doubted that any of them noticed that he tossed half his salad in the trash. A few minutes later he found himself in a fast food drive thru ordering a burger and a large fries. Just as he was about to pull forward, he spoke quickly, hoping the drive thru attendant was still listening.

“Could I also get a medium chocolate shake with that?”

-

If I don’t start working out, I’ll actually start to get fat.

Instead of paying for a gym membership, he decided to check out his apartment complex’s gym. It seemed equipped enough for the kind of workout he was going for. When he entered, he was relieved to find it empty. He made his way to a treadmill and set his stuff down. He’d bought new work out wear just for the occasion though he still couldn’t prevent his shorts from riding up due to his thighs rubbing together. He clicked a few buttons, figuring it would be best to start with a light jog. The treadmill began to move and Soonyoung’s steps became faster as he worked up to speed. It had been three or four years since he ran last and he was feeling not only the effects of not having done it in a while, but also being quite a bit heavier than the last time. His heavy fat bounced at every movement and slowed him down. Despite begin on the lowest jog setting, he had to stop after just a minute. He took deep breaths and reached for his water bottle. He told himself that he’d get better next time.

He never returned to the gym.

-

If I keep indulging, I won’t be able to stop gaining.

Soonyoung looked at the contents of his pantry following his trip to the grocery store. He bit his lip realizing that he should’ve heeded the age old advice of not going to the store when you’re hungry. With plans to stay in for the night with a movie, he decided that he’d want some snacks to accompany him. He got popcorn, chips, three different kinds of candy because he couldn’t decide, and a pint of ice cream which he’d stowed away in the freezer with the frozen pizza he planned to make for dinner. He closed the pantry and began to preheat the oven, deciding that he deserved to indulge a little. It was a movie night after all. His shirt rode up several times as he put away the rest of the groceries and he tugged it down, feeling his fingers press slightly into his doughy belly. When the oven was ready, he put the pizza in and snacked on some chips and browsed through Netflix as he waited. The oven dinged a few minutes later and he stood from the couch, tugging his shirt down again as he made his way to the kitchen. He ate over half the pizza and then paused the movie to go into the kitchen to make the popcorn and grab his candy and ice cream. He snacked on all of them mindlessly as the movie came to an end.

It was only when he turned his lamp on that he realized he’d almost finished everything.

-

If I keep gaining weight, I’ll be severely obese.

Soonyoung sat in the waiting room of his doctor for the first time in over three years. He’d always been bad about going in for his yearly check up. His name was called and the nurse guided him to a scale and his heart began to pound. He realized he hadn’t been weighed since his last visit to the doctor. He held his breath and stepped up onto the scale. It landed on 274 pounds. His eyes nearly shot out of his head. He knew he’d put on quite a bit but he was now over 100 pounds heavier than his last visit. He stepped down from the scale and the nurse took him to the examination room. The doctor came in a few minutes later, smiling politely. She asked him to lay down and performed his physical. Her hands prodded at his fleshy body. When she finished, Soonyoung sat up with a little more of a struggle than he expected and listened as the doctor talked about her findings. Everything seemed okay for the most part but she had one thing she was concerned about. After a short pause, she spoke.

“Concerning your weight, you’re almost at the point of being considered severely obese according to the BMI chart.”

-

If I don’t stop eating, I’ll need a new scale.

Following his visit to the doctor’s office, Soonyoung invested in a scale. He secretly found a perverted sense of pleasure in seeing his weight in numbers before him. He ordered one that went up to 400 pounds just to be safe, knowing that he’d never make it to that weight but he was certainly going to make it to the 300s soon. It was inevitable at this point. With winter just around the corner, he knew he’d just want to stay in and eat comfort food for the next few months. When the scale arrived, it had been about a month since his doctor’s visit and he eagerly set it up, wondering how much weight he’d put on in that time. He stepped on the scale and peered over his belly to watch the numbers tick up and up. They landed on 287. He did the math and found that he’d gained about 14 pounds in just one month. It baffled him. He stepped down from the scale and made his way to the kitchen to start on dinner. 

As he plated himself a large portion, he realized how strange it was that he was so excited by his 14 pound gain.

-

If I don’t stop enjoying this, I’ll break this scale.

As the scale read 387 pounds, Soonyoung realized that he’d gained another 100 pounds. He stepped down and place his hands on his wide hips and took shallow breaths. He thought back to his assurance that he’d never need to get a new scale and chuckled to himself. He went back to his bed where he spent a lot of time now and sat. His belly was very large at this point and sat atop his lap. He parted his legs and let his belly sag into the area between. He turned on his TV and brought one hand to massage his belly while the other reached for chips. Not paying much attention to the show that was on, Soonyoung imagined how big he would get. Looking down at his body, he wondered what it would look like with another 100 pounds on it, or perhaps 200, 300. He felt himself getting turned on and leaned back into his pillows.

It was getting harder and harder to reach these days.

-

If I keep this up, I’ll need a scooter.

Soonyoung leaned heavily on his shopping cart as he tossed various things into it. He felt short of breath and a little embarrassed by how slow he was going and the fact that he was taking up a good portion of the aisle. His body jiggled with each step and he could feel eyes on him. He was that size now. The size where people looked at him and wondered what the backstory was, how much he ate to get to that size, how he could even walk at his weight. The last time he’d weighed himself had been three days prior and he’d been 485 pounds. Being so close to 500 pounds excited him. He grabbed a packet of cookies and tossed it in his basket. As he went to turn a corner, a young woman with her leg in a cast whizzed by on a scooter. Soonyoung imagined himself in a grocery cart scooter. He wondered if he was too heavy for them at his immense size. Judging by his lack of breath, he probably needed one. The embarrassment of needing one made heat pool in his stomach. 

He checked on his way out and noted that the maximum weight for the scooter was 600 pounds and decided he’d opt for that next time.

-

If I get much bigger, I won’t be able to work anymore.

About a year prior, Soonyoung had bought himself a wider office chair, too embarrassed to ask his boss. He’d simply outgrown his normal one. He could still recall the day that he’d feigned working late and waited for everyone to leave so that he could navigate getting unstuck from his chair on his own. Now, he was facing a different problem—getting up. After hitting 500 pounds, getting up and down was getting very hard to do on his own, not to mention, a walk to the break room or the copier was enough to get him nearly out of breath. He knew his coworkers had noticed. They’d probably noticed a lot of things since he’d put on almost 400 pounds in the last five years. Despite the embarrassment of being too fat to work, Soonyoung was turned on by it. During his last few weeks of work, he fantasized about how glorious it would be to lay in bed all day getting fatter and fatter.

At 515 pounds, he lumbered into his boss’ office, breathing heavily, and submitted his resignation letter.

-

If I’m not careful, I’ll break something.

At 591 pounds, the walk from his bed to the couch was becoming a highly taxing task. He figured that since he was no longer working, he ought to get at least a little bit of exercise (other than walking from his bedroom to the kitchen). So, he moved between the two rooms every few hours. The trip left him breathless and he yearned for the moment that he’d be able to sit and relax. His weight, on top of the fact that his legs were now forcing him to waddle, meant that it took him a good while to get to his destination, wherever it may be. One day, after making the trek to his front door to grab his food delivery, he plopped down on the couch and heard various springs popping. It startled him but he was too big to stand quickly. Instead, he felt himself sink into the couch a bit. He let out a sigh of relief after noticing that none of his food had fallen in the process.

He decided that it might be best if he just stuck to his bed.

-

If I get much bigger, I won’t be able to get up on my own.

Sitting on the edge of his reinforced bed, Soonyoung’s heart pounded in his chest. He was still catching his breath from maneuvering himself to stand up. After several attempts, he was finally able to stand and felt unsteady on his feet. His body jiggled and jostled as he tried to balance himself. He took a few short breaths before taking his first step. He followed it with a few more short steps until he reached the scale, positively breathless. He held onto a dresser for support and took short deep breaths as he tried to psych himself up for his next move. Finally, he found the strength to step up onto the scale and rested his hand against the wall for support. It ticked up and up until it hit 712. His jaw dropped and he rested a hand on his belly as he stepped down. It had been a few weeks since he’d weighed himself since the task had become so cumbersome and the previous time he’d only been 682. He was proud of himself but also exhausted from the effort and happily fell back onto his bed. 

He didn’t get up again for the rest of the evening and stuffed himself with pounds of junk food until he fell asleep.

-

I can’t stop getting bigger.

Soonyoung had ballooned. He could barely get out of bed now without help and couldn’t walk more than a few steps before needing to sit. He wanted to blame it on his feeder who brought him endless streams of fast food and sugar, but at the end of the day it was he who was eating it. He spent his days getting fatter and fatter, being showered in praise by his feeder who encouraged him to eat more and more every day. It was no wonder Soonyoung had reached 800 so quickly and now that he could no longer make it to the scale, he had no clue what his weight was but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be bigger and that was evident enough in the swollen rolls that coated his body. As he shoved another cheeseburger past his lips, he began to chew before opening his mouth to speak.

“Get me a couple more of these,” he demanded of his feeder before letting out a burp and jiggling his belly.