Fat to Immobile | Power Dynamics | Weighing and Measuring (prompts gotten from a generator)
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Jin had always been fat.
He met Taehyung when fat, he went to college when fat and they moved in together when fat.
It was only after they cohabited that Taehyung realized he liked Jin more than fat.
So Taehyung decided that Jin needed to eat more. And because Taehyung told him to, he did.
Jin had always plateaued around two hundred and seventy pounds. Heād been that weight since high school for Peteās sake.
But with the help of his boyfriend, Jin broke his limits and began gaining again for the first time in a decade.
It started slowly with his clothes getting tighter. Then he popped the buttons off his shirt. Then his pants. Then ripped a hole in his underwear.
Taehyung was ecstatic that Jin was gaining so smoothly again.
Jin was a little nervous, but the heat in his lower belly every time Taehyung told him the newest set of numbers from the scale and their measuring tape made it all worth it.
Soon he began to see a change in his appetite. He was always eating something these days.
His stomach was successfully stretched out by all of Taehyungās stuffing sessions.
He soon reached three fifty.
Taehyung liked to hold him in front of the mirror, to show Jin the ever increasing space between the hands cradling his expanding gut.
His clothes quickly became just tshirts and sweatpants.
Then just sweat pants.
Then just underwear.
Jin would be embarrassed but it wasnāt like Taehyung let him leave the house anymore, citing too much exercise being bad for his gains.
āStrip.ā
āYes, Taehyung.ā
Jin, now four hundred pounds, attempted to take his tight underwear off, but only ended up sweaty and huffing in exertion.
He was too out of shape to take them off.
āCanāt get them off?ā Taehyung slapped Jinās globular ass. āIs my Fatty too big to get naked anymore?ā
āYes. Iām- Iām too fat to take off my underwear.ā Jin panted from exhaustion and excitement. āPlease help me!ā
āI donāt think soā¦ I think Iāll have you grow out of them. Donāt you think it would be hot to grow so fat you rip your underwear off?ā
Jin shuddered at the thought. Was it revulsion or pleasure he was feeling? These days, with his decreasing health and mobility it was hard to tell.
āYes, I want that.ā
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It was fifty two pounds later that Jinās huge ass spontaneously ripped his now filthy underwear to shreds.
Taehyung celebrated that night with introducing something called a gainer shake to their stuffings.
Jin loved the taste, but he loved the pleased smile that Taehyung gave him even more.
With the addition of gainer shakes and the lack of exercise, Jin blew up with fat.
Now six hundred pounds, it was difficult for him to stand from the couch he spent most of his time these days.
Heād grown bigger than heād ever thought imaginable.
Now that he was nearly double his already huge starting weight, Jin was anticipating the day that Taehyung stopped stuffing him and started up a maintenance diet.
His boyfriend must be satisfied by now?
Right?
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Taehyung bought a new bed. One that could measure Jinās weight as he reclined.
Now that Jin was nearly seven hundred pounds, he found movement extremely difficult.
Walking was becoming increasingly impossible for the severely obese man. His waddling caused his huge belly apron to slap against his shins with each stuttering step.
So, Taehyung decided that he shouldnāt struggle anymore.
āJust lay down. Itās nice and soft I promise.ā
āBut what if I canāt stand back up again?ā
āItāll be fine, Iāll help you get up if you need to. You worry too much.ā
āYou promiseā¦?ā
āPromise.ā
Jin never stood again.
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The bed read eight hundred and fifty pounds.
Or at least thatās what the grinning Taehyung said, since Jin couldnāt turn his thick neck to read the screen anymore.
Jin opened his mouth obediently for the tube that Taehyung held out.
Real meals were becoming increasingly less common, with the upgraded gainer shake taking over his diet.
Jin wasnāt sure what upgraded meant, all he knew was that he was always ravenous these days.
Taehyung turned on the machine that sent shake through the tube and Jin relaxed his throat to let the liquid slide down like usual.
Tasting things had taken a backseat these days, growing bigger was his only goal.
Did Jin expect that this was what his future would entail living with Taehyung?
No.
Was it what he wanted?
Jin pondered this as his fat lips continued to suck at the tube.
He almost could feel himself growing fatter with each gulp.
Taehyung pet his expanding belly fat as Jin drank his concoction.
āYouāre beautiful.ā
Jin supposed it didnāt really matter what he wanted. As long as Taehyung was pleased, so was he.
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One thousand pounds.
Jin stared at the picture that Taehyung had showed him of the bedās scale screen.
A spike of fear ran through Jin.
Was he really that big?
Looking down as much as he could through the fat on his face and neck, Jin took it all in.
His body was immense, and full of stretch marks indicating that he hadnāt stopped growing and most likely never will.
He whimpered, scared.
What had happened to him?! Why did he let it get this bad?!
āFuck youāre so hot, Jin.ā
Jin was snapped out of his pity party at Taehyungās words. The slim man who ruined him was jerking off to the sight of the blob that made up Jinās body these days.
āSo fat. Youāre so fucking fat, Jin. And youāre only gonna get fatter-ā
Taehyung came twice that day, once just looking at Jin and again while tube feeding him.
Jinās mind relaxed. Taehyung seemed so happy that Jin was half a ton. And if Taehyung was happy then so was Jin.
I guess another couple hundred pounds couldnāt hurt?
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Soon after graduating college, Delilah found solace in the most unexpected of people.
Her other childhood friend, Zayne.
She hadnāt seen him since his family moved away when they were ten, but she remembered his caring and quiet nature, so different from Caleb.
They had met at her favorite coffee shop, Destiny Cafe, a few days after he had moved back into town to become the lead cardiac surgeon at the local hospital.
Again and again they accidentally met up until eventually Delilah asked him for his phone number.
Their first date was at his place, their second at hers. The third they got drinks, and after a little too much liquor, Zayne was herded back to her apartment for equal doses of painkillers and kisses.
Two months and a love confession later, Zayne and Delilah were dating. Not exclusively, as Delilah had told him that she was also in love with Caleb. Zayne replied that he was fine with her keeping her end open, as long as heād still get to be hers.
But despite all the kisses and whispered āI love youās, neither of them ever initiated sex.
For Delilahās part, Zayne straight up just wasnāt fat enough. But as for Zayneās reasoning?
Well, Delilah took to snooping to figure that part out.
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Zayne had gotten back from work with a migraine. He didnāt get them very often, but when he did he needed an ice pack, a hot bath and a triptan, not necessarily in that order. Delilah was over for the weekend and seeing him stagger into the bathroom, ice pack in hand, she knew that she had approximately twenty five minutes before he would come back.
Zayne kept his personal laptop in his room instead of his office. The password prompt gave her pause though. He was a relatively simple guy, but not so simple that ā123456789ā or āpasswordā would be the answer.
She tried his birthday first, but it came up wrong. Darn.
Halfheartedly, she tried her own birthday, not expecting anything to happen.
- Welcome user!
Wellā¦ that was flattering.
Shaking her head fondly, Delilah proceeded to dig through his only web browserās history, his pictures folder and the various other folders he had neatly organized on his desktop.
Nothing, nothing and nothing.
Delilah wasnāt worried though. Zayne may have done a good job getting rid of any surface level secrets, but she knew other places to look.
Firstly, were there any hidden folders in his documents folder? Navigating to the right place, Delilah clicked āviewā and checked the āhidden itemsā box.
Suddenly, a file popped up, one that wasnāt there before.
Bingo.
Titled āNew Folderā, there wasnāt much to go off of just by appearances.
Clicking into it revealed that it luckily wasnāt password protected. That was good news because she wasnāt sure if Zayne was someone that would reuse passwords or not.
Inside the folder was a single word processing document, titled Usernames and Passwords. Eager to find out what illicit sites heād been visiting in his free time, sites that he didnāt want anyone to find out about, Delilah double clicked on the file.
Inside the file was a list of about twenty websites, most of which were banking, insurance or financial. Normal stuff that the average Joe wouldnāt want anyone to see.
But there, at the bottom of the pageā¦
Website: FeedME
Username: HeartAttackHarmony
Password: B1gg3rISB3tt3r
Holy fucking shit.
Thatās the guy that sometimes chatted in Calebās streams! Sheād recognize such an extreme username anywhere!
Delilahās eyes were widened comically as she realized what this meant.
Did her boyfriend have the same fetish that she did?
Well, obviously yes. But the real question was if he was a wannabe feeder or a wannabe feedee.
If he was a closeted feeder, Delilah wasnāt sure sheād want to continue a romantic relationship with him. No offense to anyone into it, but she wasnāt looking to gain weight personally.
If he was a feedee himself? Well thenā¦ She smirked.
Sheād take full advantage of the situation obviously.
Now for a little investigation!
Plugging Zayneās log in info into FeedMEās website, Delilah started to snoop.
Not a lot of info on his public pageā¦ but he did follow quite a lot of streamers, forums and other usersā pages.
All of it was male thankfully.
Relieved that Zayne had no interest in fattening her up, she began to worry about another potential problemā¦
Was Zayne gay?
Did he even like Delilah romantically? Was that why he was so okay with her keeping her end open? Was that why heād never initiated sex with her?
Frowning, she looked deeper.
Ahah! Despite the bare-bones profile, Zayne was apparently quite the frequent poster in the forums section. The most recent post of his was from less than a week ago, and the oldest wasā¦
Damn. Seven years ago.
Like her, he mustāve known about his kink for a while.
Unlike her however, it seemed like heād never acted upon it in real life.
Reading the names of his three newest posts was eye-opening to say the least.
[Male gainers over 600lbs; What is it like to be so fat?]
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[Male feedees close to immobility, inspo picture dump + links]
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[Query; desire to gain versus logistical consequences?]
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To Delilah, it seemed like he truly was a closeted gainer with a taste for extreme sizes. Immobility? It wasnāt really something that Delilah thought of, but honestly probably should. Caleb was showing no signs of slowing down, and eventually that would lead to mobility issues down the line. He already had a hard time fitting into certain doorways and had officially grown too fat to drive a car as of last week.
Did Zayne want to be immobile? Did he fantasize about it?
She scrolled down a bit until another post caught her eye.
[Imagine; what if it was considered healthy to be morbidly obese?]
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Clicking on the link, Delilah couldnāt help but wonder the same.
HeartAttackHarmony ā 8:08pm
Just had a thought. What if instead of men being discouraged from gaining weight and being fat, they were encouraged. Has anyone else ever thought of a world where a man of average size was considered dangerously underweight and that fattening him up would be considered life saving medical intervention?
FatManJohn ā 8:15pm
Interesting thought experiment. Commenting to follow the thread.
Justlurkjerkin ā 8:23pm
What a world that would be, man, Iād live there in a heart beat!
JacksonFA123 ā 8:25pm
that would be so hot
HeartAttackHarmony ā 8:28pm
Iām just imagining my girlfriend making sure I ate my prescribed dose of donuts for the dayā¦ Itās an arousing idea to say the least.
Delilah paused. That was a good sign, referring to her as his āarousingā girlfriend and not a beard or something equally platonic.
Her phone buzzed softly, indicating that she only had a few minutes until Zayne would start to get out of the bath.
Quickly but carefully, Delilah logged out of his FeedME account, wiped his browsing history, exited all windows that werenāt open before and signed out of his computer.
Walking back to the couch in his living room, Delilah came up with game plan.
What if it was considered healthy to be fat?
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āYou will believe that your current weight is dangerously thin and that you need to gain more to be healthy. You will believe that junk food is good for you. You will think that being fed by others is normal when youāre in a relationship with them. You will not remember these words.ā
Delilah had caught Zayne a week later, the night before a shift at the hospital. Luring him into paying her his full attention, she proceeded to manipulate how he viewed himself and the world.
Zayne stared at her from across the table, dazed.
āZayne, honey.ā She gazed at him with a concerned look in her eyes. Time to see if it stuck. āIām a little worried about you. Your weight to be exact.ā
āMy weight?ā He blinked out of his stupor before looking down at himself, eyes widening. āOh, yes. I admit I may have been skipping the occasional meal while on shift.ā
Delilah watched as Zayneās expression grew more concerned the further he examined himself.
āWe should really bulk you back up.ā She nodded. āIāve been worried about you for a while, but afraid youād be upset if I pointed it out to youā¦ā She looked to the side shyly.
Zayne reached across the table for her hands and held them tight. āNo, no. You did the right thing. I didnāt even notice it had gotten so bad. Iām very sorry for worrying you.ā
āReally? Youāre not mad?ā
āNever.ā Zayne firmly shook his head. āIn fact, I would like to request your help in getting me back to a healthy weight. Iām afraid I donāt trust myself not to fall back into bad habits.ā
Delilahās eyes shown with unshed crocodile tears. āIāll help, I promise. Weāll get you healthy again in no time. Just let me take control for a little bit. Until youāre back to normal.ā
āOf course.ā Zayne kissed her knuckles. āIāll make sure to do as you say. Nurse Sutton.ā He smirked a little at his own joke.
What a goober.
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Plans for his gain began immediately. Delilah used all of the next morning while Zayne was at the hospital to procure the items sheād need to properly fatten him up.
Heavy cream, various refined carbs, salty snacks, cookies, cupcakes, ice cream, peanut butter, high calorie meal replacement powder and more pounds of butter than she knew what to do with.
When back home she immediately began preparing Zayne his dinner and dessert for when he came back from work.
She even meal prepped for the week while she was at it, since she wouldnāt be able to be there all the time to monitor his meal making. Gotta get him hooked on this kind of stuff early.
With dinner on the table and dessert cooling in the fridge, Delilahās final touch was to strategically place a stack of pamphlets and business cards for various fast food joints that delivered on the coffee table.
As she leaned back up, the door opened and in walked Zayne.
āHey, welcome back.ā She walked over and gave him a kiss, which he sweetly reciprocated. āHow was work? I hope you at least ate lunch today.ā
Zayne looked away guiltily.
Now that little habit of his would have to change.
āIā¦ became quite busy in the morning. By the time lunch had rolled around, I was elbow deep in a patient of mine and unable to eat.ā
Delilah gave him a stern look. āWell then, as my first order as your weight nurse, you will from now on snack at every and any opportunity. If you never know when your next full meal will be, then have many smaller ones instead! What do they call that again?ā
āGrazing?ā He quirked an eyebrow, amused by her enthusiasm.
Delilah playfully slapped his shoulder. āYes, yes that one. Now come on, letās fill you up!ā
Dinner consisted of extra creamy mashed potatoes, butter basted steak, butter slathered dinner rolls, green beans drowning in cheese sauce and a tall glass of what, to Zayne, looked like normal milk.
In no time they were seated and served. Zayne had a much larger portion of dinner than Delilah did, and she had water instead of āmilkā.
āEat up!ā
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Delilah watched as Zayne ate. He wasnāt messy like Rafayel, gluttonous like Xavier or shameless like Caleb was. He ate methodically and with purpose, although a touch quicker than usual due to the massive portion he was given.
As the final, slightly hesitant, bite of steak was swallowed down Zayne sighed in relief.
He was obviously full.
āZayne, you havenāt drunk your cream yet.ā
āCream?ā He glanced at his glass. āDonāt you mean milk?ā
āNope, itās heavy whipping cream.ā Delilah chirped. āYouāre dangerously skinny, remember? We need to get you fattened up ASAP, and the more calories, fat and sugar the better. Right, Doctor?ā
Zayne nodded. āSorry, youāre right. Yes, let me justā¦ā
Zayne struggled with it, grunting a bit, but in the end drank all of the cream. When he pulled back from the cup he had a tiny little milk mustache. Staring off half-lidded into space he hiccuped once, cutely.
āYou full, Baby?ā Delilah cooed.
Zayne nodded before licking away the remaining cream from his upper lip.
āBut you must have room for dessert!ā
His eyes widened, unprepared for having to eat even more filling food that night.
āAre you sure that that is necessary?ā He cautiously asked. āCanāt-ā He burped softly behind his fist. ā-excuse me. Canāt we have it for breakfast instead?ā
Delilah shook her head. āNo way Mister. Youāre eating every scrap of it if itās the last thing you do.ā
āAre you sure youāre a nurse and not a drill sergeant?ā He quirked a brow.
āI can be both, if itās for you.ā She winked back.
In the end a large Tupperware container full of crĆØme brulee was placed in front of Zayne. He held a slightly pained expression on his face as he did his best not to burp too loudly or frequently in front of his girlfriend.
āCome on, eat up. You want to be fat right?ā She prompted.
Zayne blushed lightly, hand going to his bloated stomach unconsciously. āYes.ā
āHow fat?ā Delilah narrowed her eyes, voice growing sharper.
Zayneās blush deepened, eyes flicking back and forth between his large dessert and the commanding woman across from him. āVery, very fat.ā
āWhat would you say a good goal weight for you would be?ā Delilah wanted to get to the truth.
āM-Maybe three hundred?ā He stammered out, face fully pink this time.
Obviously heād never talked about his kink out loud before.
This would be fun.
āPfft, three hundred is nothing.ā Delilah scoffed. āThink bigger!ā
āF-Five hundredā¦ā Zayneās voice quivered. āFive hundred should be good enough.ā
Delilah rolled her eyes. āYeah, right. No way thatās enough for you. Come on! Think about what you really want. Imagine it!ā
Zayne took her seriously. Delilah could see it in real time, his gaze growing unfocused, obviously doing his best to imagine just how fat he wanted to grow.
Just when she was about to prompt him again, he spoke up.
āAll the way.ā Zayne blurted out, eyes wide open but still hazy. āI want to- need to go as far as possible. As far as we can take it. Pleaseā¦ā
āPlease, what?ā
āMake me immobileā¦ā Zayne shuddered before digging into the crĆØme brulee like a man starved.
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April Foolsā Day went terribly wrong, so hereās the aftermath of it all for Jake! Bear in mind, he is extra chunky now. Like, very.
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further updates for chunky jake will be posted to im-n0tur-d3puty, my more funky blog for this typa shit boi. anyway heres wonderwall
*ā¦There are only subtle gurgles from what would be the sewers. Jake is still there, but hys physique has been terribly ruined.*
*The poor, poor skeleton has somehow managed to absorb the weight of all those damned bananas into hys body. Probably ācuz our special guest got BURIED in them.*
*Every single inch of those sewers, pipes and all, has been filled by rough, gray phantom flesh, and it seems like Jakeās alright.*
*Hy canāt move, hys breathing is long, and goodness gracious, I think Frank mightāve been squished in there somewhereā¦ Ah well, as long as hyās alive, the show must go on!*
*Woe is the skeleton who gained too much weight, I guess.*
Body Shape: Bottom heavy. Largest in the thighs, rear end and lower belly.
Starting Weight: 149 pounds
Goal Weight: As big as possible, screw the consequences.
Future Highest Weight: ~1,800 pounds
Future Mobility Status: Bed Bound.
Future Capacity For Sex: Almost impossible. If MC sits or pushes on his belly for a while, it will smoosh his dick around enough for him to come, but otherwise if he wants an orgasm he needs a cock milking machine.
Xavier:
Body Shape: Apple shaped. Biggest part of him is his belly and breasts, but heās quite chunky all over.
Starting Weight: 142 pounds
Goal Weight: Doesnāt have a goal, but also isn't opposed to gaining more.
Future Highest Weight: 991 pounds
Future Mobility Status: Mobile with aid of railings and walkers.
Future Capacity For Sex: Possible, but tiring. Too big to lay on his back without being suffocated by his own fat, but if he lays on his side, MC can just barely reach between his thighs and into his squishy fat pad to find his cock.
Rafayel:
Body Shape: Hourglass-ish. Biggest part of him are his breasts, hips and ass. Still has quite the belly though.
Starting Weight: 146 pounds
Goal Weight: Maintaining his current weight, as he's reluctantly given up on losing anything.
Future Highest Weight: 794 pounds
Future Mobility Status: Mobile, but gets his ass stuck in doors easily.
Future Capacity For Sex: Moderately difficult, but doable. Too out of shape for missionary, hips too wide for cowgirl. Can manage doggy style for about 30 seconds before heās out of breath. Toys help a lot.
Sylus:
Body Shape: Muscle Chub, emphasis on chub. Belly heavy.
Starting Weight: 160 pounds
Goal Weight: Says he doesnāt want to be heavier than 600.
Future Highest Weight: 820 pounds
Future Mobility Status: Mobile and trying very hard to keep it that way.
Future Capacity For Sex: Up to a certain weight, he was able to manage various positions, but once he hit ~550, doggy style (in which he rests his large, pendulous gut on MCs back) is about all he can manage. Although even then, it becomes increasingly more difficult the bigger and lazier he grows.
Caleb:
Body Shape: Blob. Fat everything.
Starting Weight: 156 pounds
Goal Weight: However big MC wants him.
Future Highest Weight: ~2,200 pounds
Future Mobility Status: Bed Bound.
Future Capacity For Sex: Functionally impossible. Though if aroused or full enough, Caleb will come untouched, so donāt feel too bad for him.
These are my plans for the time being, subject to change. Yes, there will be some fics that will include and focus on SSBHM/immobility content or references to such (looking at you Zayne and Caleb), but there will still be plenty to read that wont involve those sizes or topics. So no worries if that's not your jam. š
Here's a collaboration between the wonderful @namusweets and myself. We made it a while ago, but I only just got around to editing and posting it. Hope you enjoy rapid weight gain!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Namjoon pushed and pushed at the doorway to no avail, the tingling getting worse with each pulse of blood through his veins. He could feel his new gut slapping his knees as he writhed, the feeling filling him with shame and something else he didnāt have the wherewithal to think about at the moment.
Jin walked up closer to Namjoon, eyes running all over his body that was still growing before his eyes. He placed a hand on Namjoonās backside, making him pause his struggle. He could feel the way Namjoonās skin seemed to grow under his palm.
āCare to explain whatās going on?ā Jin asked.
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been brewing a pocket dungeon mod idea in my brain for quite some timeā¦ food shows up in the grid and if you eat enough you become a blob. and if you win youāre a HUGE micro blob ācuz the dungeon is now part of you. also buttons to push enemies away with gasā¦ like fat fleet or something idfk
also gave the old man his nipple rings cuz ohhhh what the FUCK ever manā¦ hes big and burpy and i love him!!! this old bitch got sloppy swag to him idgaf
i forget that the sk fairies exist sometimesā¦ but uhh the ghoul has feasted and gained a rounded gutā¦ and so has the fairy of torment! yay! theyāll be handling those tums for a while lmfaooooooooooo
and to round out my trio of āsk boss campaigns but i fuck them upā hereās specter balloon. very panicked and squeaky, but good for cuddling & smooching!!! i guess!!!
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