#kinkwriter

Her carer was first, who helped her around the house. Melting her mind with fat porn, cooking videos, a deluge of extra food each night...

It makes the next part easier.

Once her home was nothing but a hotbed of fat/blob/slob culture, and supported by a 600lbs carer who was now gleefully supporting her, she had to get the other mums in the area to come over for lunch.

If she got this right, everyone would be fatter and spreading her vision.

The plan to leave is halted after the infected stumbles out of the swamp of their room, the heady gas, thick sweat they flick and spray onto everyone changes their minds.

Now it's just a home of slob, of fat - each person worshipping and encouraging each other to get worse, to gain even more.

It's contained.

Of the ones with their feeder or feedee, or meeting up with friends, who may or may not be obese.

But yeah, people are just normal about the sweat, the gas, the belches, the insane appetites, the modern day conviences of mobility aids for the slobby obese...

People may even dream of becoming as such, and there is methods to become as such.

But it's all about choice in this one folks.

In the one instance the horrifying horniness of people turning into massive, smelly gluttons to the complete reverse of there just being a population of people who are just massive, smelly gluttons, but its all chilled and relaxed...

Make it fatter.

Fatter.

Fat.

But not just fat.

Not even obese.

The size of you is absurd, in this mirror world.

You smile at yourself.

The "fat" you does, anyway. It's almost as if they're liking your shock.

But worryingly, you sense something, like your monsterously bulky, flabby self is trying to communicate with you!

"You could be like me if you tried. You would be so...happy."

Your mind is assailed with the thought, and for a split second, in what feels like moments -

You see it.

That entire world.

Everyone is fat.

And you...

Don't get that moment to quite process before it's gone. Even your mirror double, quadruple sized as they were, has gone.

Your stomach rumbles.

It was a strange mirror right?

It can't be you just...want that, right?

Just sharing some works from about two years ago? Which I did put onto Ao3.

Now I just need to post up the 3rd one there...