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I stare at you for a long time before seeming to finally recognize what you say. "Huuhhh?" I ask dazedly, grabbing onto the wall to keep myself from falling, "Were we spos'da.... go somewh-uORP- where?"

They had been here for years, she would be here for more, here in there bed, naked, surrounded by screens and food there whole world had shrunk to here. It didn't take long, a handful of years a feeder with a silver tongue and a promise of fulfilling their wettest of dreams, and here they sat, or rather laid, somewhere between the two really, laying down meant they couldn't breathe, sitting up hurt there back, this reclined position lightly eased both of those.

They looked around, every screen played an endless loop of the fattest examples of people humanity was able to produce, intertwined with that was every bit of encouragement every feeder on there socials could muster, it had been like this for years, there entire life this bed. To there left a tube that would fill them with some kind of slop that took days off there life every time they drank it, to there right some kind of mound of deepfried slop that would take days off there life as they ate it, it had been like this for years.

The only agency they had over themselves any more was how far back they laid and what they ate between feedings, breathing eating and growing were all they had done for years, its all they would do from now on. They wanted this at some point, to be more play thing than person, and they still wanted it, or they were pretty sure she still did, there feeder and fans only told them they did, no backing out now only more and more and more and more

They weren't hungry, they hadn't felt that in years but to them anything less than full to the point of pain was basically hunger, any thought of less than the absolute maximum there body could handle vanished the moment they laid in this bed years ago,

The only reason you would get on is because you have a desire so strong to gain weight that you don’t even care to taste the food. The only thing you want is to be pumped as full as possible, feeling your stomach bulge and groan from the grotesque amount of food it’s become accustomed to. The tube never stops, turning your body into factory built to produce fat. Pounds gained in the double digits every day, stretch marks so thick deep and red that it’s very possible they will split. You’re barely conscious because of the raw energy needed to digest all the food, which is good because the pain from gaining so fast and being so full would be excruciating.