Grab a snack

Have you heard the news? The Heart Attack Grill closed its doors. This leaves tons of fatties without a proper place to indulge their addictive desires. However, that is only half the story. Yes, they closed, but only so they can open up a place called the Gastric Bypass. With a name like that, you can only imagine how terrible the food will be for your waistline. At the moment, they are advertising themself as the place you only go if you want to waddle out. They make you sign forms at the door. Unlike many businesses, the forms just say that you will leave fatter, whether you want to or not. They still have the nurses that go around, but I heard they have upgraded the wait staff to be filled by people who are 300 pounds or more. Many of them are riding around in mobility scooters and funnels for people who don't like their plates clean. Ironically, they have a strict no food waste policy. However, they purposely gave me portion sizes bigger than what any normal person can eat at once. Just for an example, their smallest burger is 1 pound. Even if you manage to finish that, you are forced to eat their side of freshly fried fries that have been double-battered in beer. You are, of course, getting a liter of some type of drink. All of which are over 100% of your daily recommended sugar. Don't even bother telling them you are full. I heard the last person who tried that needed new pants after their button broke. They are serious about making people fatter there. They don't even care about whether they could be sued for destroying people's health with a saucer or butter to dip your burger in. I think they finally decided that it's time they lived up to their prior name.

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Sit down and get comfy. You won't be leaving this room till everything is consumed. Pizza, burgers, soda, pasta, fried chicken, there is enough food to feed a whole buffet lined up in front of you. The food is never ending, just like your stay here. Did you really think you could keep talking about wanting to be force fed and have nobody notice? Did you think nobody would care when you said you want to be kidnapped and turned into a hog? Lucky for you, I did. You won't be leaving unless you roll yourself out. This is my fattining room. You are still smart enough to guess what it's for. That won't last long though. You only need to think about food, orgasms, and eating. I will be breaking that little head of yours till you can't even think about leaving. Come on fatty. I know you can't ignore this food. Your belly wants your to eat. Give in to your hunger and become a true sow. Here piggy, have some pizza. Just scarf it down while I get your first weight gain shake ready. If you don't, we will just have to extend your stay here. This isn't an ordinary shake by the way. It's made specifically to fattin you up as fast as possible. It has lard, butter, sugar, vanilla, weight gain powder, and a tub of ice cream. I don't want you fat, I want you fucking unrecognizable. I want your belly to be nothing but rolls of blubber. I want your skin to be covered in a beautiful row of streachmarks. I want you to accept this as your life now. Its normal to eat till your button burst. Keep eating piggy, there is no break till your breathing gets heavy and those pants burst open. I will only let you out when I decide you are big enough. Your belly hasn't even touched the floor yet, so I know we have a lot journey together. I want your belly to feel overfilled at all times, like a garbage bag about to rip from being forced to hold too much leftovers. I can't wait till you are wheezing for more food. Don't think I am not paying attention. Keep eating or I will be forcing you myself. Believe me when I say, you will eat everything here. I am more than happy to pry your little jaw open and shove fistful of lard down your throat. I won't even need a funnel, just my hands and a blender full of your fatty mix. Don't worry about not fitting into your clothes, worry about cleaning every plate I give you. You wanted this. You needed to be forced bigger. I am just granting your wish. Now eat up before I really destroy your waistline.

Wow, you really are a doctor's worst nightmare aren't you? I don't even know where to start with you. Well I guess first, you gained weight, again. Normally people are concerned when they hear that, but you just keep getting fatter. Every year you come back 10 pounds, 20, fuck just last year you were 50 pounds lighter. Look I don't know what is happening, but we need to fix this. I don't know if you realize how severe this is, so let me just ask, what size clothes are you wearing? Jesus for real? That would explain why you had to waddle in here. Look I want to help, but I can't do my job if you ignore all my dieting advice. It's almost like you are getting fatter on purpose. Haha but thats obviously ridiculous. Who would want to be so out of shape they end up panting from a trip to the fridge. Exactly, now let's talk about your diet. Okay, sounds like some days aren't too bad. I get everyone has their cheat days, but those "snacks" you eat sounds like meals. Eventually, you are eating thousands of calories without noticing. Which would make you get all this extra fatty tissue. Okay, how about for this year you try keeping your weight gain under 20 pounds? Perfect. See you next year, hopefully without the double chin.

Your little sweet tooth has gotten out of hand, hasn't it? Before it was just a slice of cake at parties, candy when it was available, and keeping ice cream in the fridge for months. Now, all that has been thrown out the window. I bet if I checked your fridge, you would have a multiple-pound sheet cake with happy birthday on it. It's the only way you could stop being embarrassed about getting all that sugar just for yourself. You have candy in every place imaginable in your house. Fuck, you even have some candy wrappers just lying around from today's snacking. I won't even bother mentioning the ice cream. You never have any since it's all gone the same day. The more I think about it, this might be just what you need. You always talked about being too skinny, I think all that sugar will do you good. I don't think your doctor will be too happy though. Last time they were concerned you might be getting diabetic. Don't worry about that though, nothing that tastes this good can be bad for you. I am sure they read the numbers wrong anyways. Have you still been struggling to climb upstairs though? Make sure you are eating enough to have energy. Doubling your sugar intake will help you with that. You will get a sugar rush after drinking a liter of melted ice cream, so just keep eating. I saw you ripped your last pair of underwear though, they don't make clothes as they used to huh? Let's go out for cheesecake later and I can help you pick out a bigger pair. We can even stop for shakes on the way home. Finish up your box of brownies and we can go.

Some belly inflation teasing audio where a demon blows you up. I made it since I was in the mood.

I have been thinking about the different ways I would forcefully stretch your gut out. I am feeling extra mean tonight, so excuse me if I make you feel more like an object than a human that wants to get bigger. I want to pin you to a bed by keeping my hand wrapped around your flabby throat while I hand-fed you sweets. Every time you turn away from me or try to fight back, I will tighten my grip and spank your gut like a drum till your willpower runs out. I would treat you like a garbage bag. An object that's sole purpose is to hold junk without splitting open. This is one of the few times I would push past your limits. I don't want to hear a single word out of your food filled mouth unless it's, "More please." You can be close to bursting, nauseous, or just dangerously full. I will not care. I will be focusing on my own pleasure of watching a fatass like you get forced bigger. Your bulging gut juggling as you whimper from the natural amount of food I am cramming down your throat will make me want to fill you more. I wouldn't stop there, unfortunately, I would keep you constantly gorging. Whether you are tied to the bed overnight, cuffed by your fat wrists to a chair, or left too full to get off the couch, I will dedicate years to making it so you can't eat normally again. You will always have a part of you that wants you to gorge. I won't even need to force you anymore. Your body will keep you eating till it physically hurts, and you will enjoy every second. I wouldn't stop there with stretching you out. Your mouth isn't the only hole I would focus on, your ass is a great place to force air into your guts. If you are too full to eat, you can pump yourself. More accurately, I am going to force a tube up your fatass so you can get filled from both ends. Did you think eating family-sized meals would satisfy me? I want your belly to have scary red stretchmarks that would put a pregnant women's to shame. You can gorge all day and inflate all night even when you are working or with friends. I will make you bring small pumps to make sure you are kept full of something. If I catch you with a flat belly, I will make sure you are left broken mentally and physically that day. Mostly by forcing you to chug alcohol till your gut sloshes and you are a drunk round blimp that I can keep round with air. Normally, I would say I want you to forget what being empty feels like. However, I want you to know what empty feels like. I want that sensation to trigger dissatisfaction. If your day doesn't start with you round, you will be craving having that hole filled. I want your purpose in life to resemble that of a blimp's, get huge, get round, and don't deflate for hours. You should be grateful. You get to be a bloated hog drunk off of pleasure. Nothing can beat slowly succumbing to your own desires.

You asked for this. You kept begging me to make you fatter, so you get to deal with the consequences. You are going to get fed like the heifer you are. That's why I got you this trough. You always had this issue of being too full to keep shoving food in your mouth. I do not want to hear any excuses now. You are going to get fed with enough grease to keep you fat and bloated all day. If you really want to gain for me, you are eating 8 hours a day. That means the second you get home from work, I expect to see a snack in your hand. You are getting daily weigh-ins as well. If your weight goes down, you are getting hand-fed by me till you learn to be a good, prized hog. You need to get fatter for me. If you want my praise, you need to show me you actually want to grow. That means stretching your gut even when it hurts. It means ending the night with a liter of gainer shake to top you off. I want you big enough that just looking at large clothing will be a joke. I want you to become a regular at all the fast-food restaurants. I even want the Uber Eats drivers to memorize your insanely large orders. If everyone doesn't know how huge you got because of me, I am not showing you off enough.

And maybe that’s exactly why you can’t stop watching. :)