#feedee!seteth

Working as a Fat Camp counselor had been his dream for years. He had been surrounded by numerous corpulent family and friends all his life. But he himself had little fortune when it came to growth. As such, he devoted himself to researching methods of promoting gaining weight and maintaining it.

His comprehension of fat and ability to empathize with the campers wrought many success stories. Although his own success had been relatively minimal. Having only made it to 200 pounds himself.

It is the night of the first day of the work year. Byleth eagerly introduced many new campers, and was eager to see them fulfill their dreams. After a full day, he retired for the night in his cabin with his husband. He looks at himself in the mirror and grasps the flab on his abdoment and sighs. “I wonder if I will gain at least ten or fifteen pounds this year.”

His husband, Seteth, enters the room from the bathroom shower. Seteth, was a family friend and crucial individual in Byleth getting his job. He had served as a counselor a few years before, and temporarily returned for Byleth’s first year to support him as his senior. Seteth wasn’t interested in getting fat himself, and had kept his body quite lean and muscular. Byleth’s affection changed that. By the end second year, and the start of the two men’s marriage, he got slightly heftie. After having relaxed into their life together, he decided to fully embrace growing fat on his own body. The following three years spent with an expert encourager while surrounded with a breadth of resources caused him to balloon into a true super chub.

The now 500+ pound man has already dried himself off and dressed himself for the night. His pajamas are made up of a single navy-blue t-shirt and a deep-green pair of boxers that matched his hair and eyes. Both were too small and tightly clung to his figure. The boxers pinched his elephantine thighs and couch crushing ass. The shirt squeezes his voluptuous tits tightly together. It cannot stretch past his navel and lets his mountainous gut and muffin-top be exposed to the brisk night air. The pj set offers virtually no coverage, but instead serves to accentuate every curve and fold on his body.

“Feeling anxious about the new year, my love?” Seteth inquired as he made his way to their bed. As he sat down, the bed frame creaked and the mattress sunk down.

Byleth glances at the paperwork on his desk, “Yeah. I looked over my notes again. So many campers are aiming to reach 300 pounds. And a good number of them are smaller than me.”

Seteth chuckles, and his body jiggles like gelatin. “They will probably tone down their expectations after a few days.”

Bylet sighs, “I hope so.” He looks at his corpulent husband reclining on their bed. “I wonder if the higher ups started advertising your own gains from the last year?”

“I would hope not, that is our personal accomplishment together.” Both men laugh.

Byleth approaches the bed and his husband. He brings a plate stacked with cookies. “I brought us a late-night snack.” He winks coyly, “Don’t hog it all.”