About Being 600 Pounds:

About Being 600 Pounds:

I truly am enjoying everything too. This is the only chance I’ll have to be 600 pounds, and I really want to make sure I appreciate everything I can about it. I’m even enjoying the things that suck about being 600 pounds! It’s a little odd to realise that I’m enjoying being this out of shape, this awkward, this amount of difficulty getting up, getting around, getting dressed, but it’s part of being 600 pounds. Appreciating my shortness of breath is as easy as appreciating my massive gut.

If I’m enjoying the downside of being fat, I’m absolutely reveling in good stuff! Feeling my folds slide over each other, even as I’m sitting ‘still’ is one of those pleasures that even the mildly obese will never be able to appreciate. And while every fat guy and girl knows what it’s like to ripple and jiggle when you walk, they’ll never know how the harmonic rhythms of 600 pounds can completely take control of you.

600 pounds! I’ve been living with that number for a few days now, and it still gives me a little shiver when I think about it! 600 pounds! That’s huge. I’m huge! I’m 600 pounds!

While I’ve known this was coming for a long time, and I was worried that the anticipation might somehow blunt this, I was wrong. I’m thrilled, this is one of the best things I’ve ever felt. I thought that I wouldn’t really ‘feel 600’, given that it’s just one pound more than the 599 I’d been at, but KNOWING that I’m 600 pounds, knowing that I’m supremely fat, knowing that I’ve reached a titanic size, it really hits home. I DO feel 600, which is far different from feeling 599+1 pounds.

What does being 600 mean? It means that my belly is big. Really big. When I look down, I see my belly. It forces my legs apart, it piles up between my legs, it flows forward ahead of me. It pulls down on me, it’s almost like I’m attached to my belly, instead of my belly being attached to me.

What does being 600 mean? It means that I can eat anything I want. My appetite has actually increased since Wednesday! I’ve been eating like crazy to get to this point and suddenly it feels like I was just getting warmed up. Hunger? What’s that? I don’t let myself feel hunger! Craving? Craving is when you’ve got a deep desire for something, a desire that can be satiated by having it. I’m past craving, I want things, and when i get them, I want more. And not just one thing, no no no, I want everything. I want it all, and I want it now!

What does being 600 mean? It means that gravity and I have an understanding. Seeing that needle spin right around the scale, seeing it stop at the very last hash mark made me suddenly feel that, yes, I’m not just fat, I’m HEAVY. 599 pound Ian could still get around okay, but 600 pound Ian? Why get up? Why fight gravity? Isaac Newton discovered this wonderful force that acts on me like it acts on so few people. I’m pulled down towards the Earth with incredible force, and I enjoy it. I don’t have to fight gravity, it has me in it’s warm, tender embrace. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, from my recessed navel to my extended rear end, I can feel gravity coursing through me; and it is good.

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A hog’s cause

Warning: This gainer story is a fiction that contains dark themes such as extreme obesity, force feeding, humiliation, immobility or kidnapping.

Jason was the son of an important member of the government of a tiny, beautiful, tropical island. And he was fat. Actually, at 390 lbs, he already was morbidly obese. “Way too fat for being just 19”, like his dad would usually say. He wasn’t happy about Jason’s size. They were part of the ruling class, a small and privileged part of the nation’s population that struggled to keep themselves in charge.

After a decade of recession and a corrupt government, people got poorer every year. Everybody knows that a starving population eventually leads to a revolution, so the government made sure, with the help of international aid, to flood the island nation with endless supplies of food. Not the best quality, not the healthiest, but food after all. They knew this would eventually cause an obesity pandemic that would get people lazier and addicted to food, and they would be less of a threat. The plan was working, but not as fast as they thought: The active life style of the islanders was slowing the process, but they expected definitive results in a decade.

The people ignored the real purpose of that government’s policy, even Jason did, though he had been the inspiration that made his dad become the mastermind that came out with the plan.

In the obesity nation that he envisioned, the same few families that had been in charge for decades had to be in shape, and make even more obvious the reason why they should keep the power: Simply because they were better than everyone else.

Everything was going according to the plan, except for one thing: Jason was still fat as a cow. They hired personal trainers, forced him into diets, and even gave permission to his little brother and friends to make fun of him and call him names in a desperate attempt of getting him in shape.

But Jason was just meant to be fat. He enjoyed eating big, and have long naps to digest all the food next to the swimmig pool. He kept snacks stashed in his room and even in his car. And when the house service would find them, he’d just buy more, or just get some of that food that they give away everywhere in the island.

He obviously thought about losing weight, his friends were so mean to him now. He had an argument with his best friend Rob, that told him he was too fat to attend his pool parties, that he scared away the girls with his giant tits and huge belly.

He looked himself in the mirror. He indeed had giant tits. Since he broke 350 last year, he had grown moob rolls on his sides and under his tits, and it looked like he had 4 boobs whenever he sat on his fat ass. And his belly… He grabbed and jiggled his underbelly, noticing it was hanging lower than ever, and all covered in red stretchmarks. It covered half of his fat pad now. With his dark hair and green eyes, he would have been considered very attractive to everybody… If he dropped some good 150 pounds.

His brother loved to make fun of how his dick was getting buried in fat. Sometimes he’d just go naked in front of him to show him what a real penis looked like. His brother Nick got all the good genes of the family, and he loved to brag about it in front of Jason. He was 3 years younger than Jason but he already knew someone would have to take his dad’s position in the government one day, and he just played his cards.

Jason couldn’t handle it anymore. The countrybwas way too messed up to start a life away from his family. And life was just so comfortable living in a mansion. Maybe it was time for a change, maybe if they saw he tried to get in shape they’d accept him, and he would keep his privileged position in their society.

His stomach rumbled. That was going to be a hard thing to do! He decided he would stuff himself with all the food he wanted, make a pig of himself, and start his new healthy life from the next day on. It would be extra hard with all the heat and humidity of the tropical summer, but he was determined.

He walked to the nearest store (he usually would drive there, baby steps), and got all his favorite snacks. He opened a box of chocolates and shoved them into his mouth. He sure was going to miss that!

He stopped and looked around him. The rich distrcit wasn’t the most crowded place, but there would always be some people here and there. But everything was so empty and quiet. It was so hot that day that everybody must have been at the beach, their pools, or in their houses. He was covered in sweat and the chocolate would melt if he didn’t eat it all right away. He looked in the bag. Where was it?

He was too busy being a glutton, he didn’t realize someone sneaked behind him, and covered his mouth and nose with some wet piece of cloth. He only could feel his heavy body falling before his mind just fainted.

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He woke up in a small room. His head was dizzy but he slowly started figuring out what happened: he was kidnapped. The rich kids were always talking about how worried their parents were about that possibility. Some gangs in the island tried it before, but the police only job was to keep the ruling class safe. Obviously they failed this time.

Jason recovered his senses and realized he was naked, his hands and feet tied to the old creaking bed where he was laying on. The walls were made out of bricks, and there was a small wooden door and a tiny window. He tried to look outside, and he saw a couple houses made of bricks, concrete and trash. There were thousands of slums like that in the island, there was no way he would know where he was. Next to the door there was a tv, old and rusty like he never saw before.

The door opened and two boys came in. They weren’t much older than himself. They were both shirtless and very tanned, like most guys living in the slums, they spent lots of hours under the tropical sun. One of them was quite tall, really muscular, with a big tattoo in his strong chest. The shorter one had curly hair, had strong arms, but had a small belly with some stretchmarks on it.

“Well, well, the pig is awake!”, said the tall one. “Go get the food, Eric”. The short one left the room with a smile on his face.

Jason was really scared. He didn’t know what were they going to do to him. He could only mumble a “Who… Are you?”.

“My name’s Dwayne. We are not the bad guys here. As long as you do what we say you’ll be safe”.

“And… What do you want me to do…?”

“Eat and get fat. I mean, fatter. You’re already the size of a baby hippo, look at you!”. Dwayne slapped Jason’ belly and grabbed the roll under his tits. “I bet your daddy isn’t happy that you are covered in lard. We are going to grow you, keep track of your weight, and send pictures to the government weekly, so they can see how you grow from baby hippo to overfed hippo. Believe me, it’s nothing personal. But it’s time someone did to them what they are obviously trying to do to us. My buddy Eric there used to be so lean, and he is a fatass now!”.

“Fuck you Dwayne!”, Eric was just coming back in. He was carrying a plate full of deep fried foods, his little belly jiggling with every step. “I’m doing my push ups but they ain’t working!”.

“Sure thing, bro. Come on, let’s feed this lardass”.

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Things really changed during the first month of captivity. The first weeks were tough, especially because they never got any message back to any of the pictures and messages they sent. Jason always thought his family loved him after all, but maybe he was wrong. After all the arguments about his weight that they had the previous months, they must had thought this was only Jason’s running away from the family, an act of rebellion against their health tyranny. Defying them by sending pictures of his fatness was just something they could never forgive. His dad must have been very embarrassed that the whole government saw his son fat like a hog, and just getting fatter like all those vulgar peasants. He even wondered if the police was really looking for him.

He shared all those thoughts with Dwayne and Eric. They were understanding, like he was of their cause. But most importantly, they were accepting of him and his body. Actually they were making him even fatter. And still fed him and treated him well after they agreed to untie him, as Jason accepted to help them make him huge. He thought about it. His family had abandoned him. All those spoiled rich kids always made fun of him. And his new life wasn’t that bad. He spent the days watching tv, hanging out with the guys, and of course eating big. He was encouraged to do it, instead of being lectured for it. He never left the house, as it would be dangerous. He was always naked, since Dwayne and Eric didn’t have the resources to get clothes big enough for him and with room to grow, plus Dwayne joked it would help them on keeping track of his gains. They would grab and shake his rolls talking about how fat he was going to get. It was so weird and embarrassing at first, but Jason started liking it, and usually would oink back at them. The gains were showing and everybody was pleased about it.

They were slowly becoming a family as they were getting so comfortable with each other, maybe even a bit too much. Jason asked for a shower, which was pretty much get watered with a hose in the tiny patio, where tall metal panels covered all the views. The pressure of the water accidentally got Dwayne all wet, and he took his shorts out. Jason thought many times about how gorgeous Dwayne looked: Those strong muscles, that perfect jaw line, the killer abs, and… A dick hung like a horse. Jason couldn’t stop himself that time and got rock hard. He prayed his fat would cover it but he wasn’t that fat enough yet. Dwayne saw it and laughed. “I thought your dick was small because of how fat you are, but now i see i was wrong! That’s not bigger than my thumb, fatass!”.

Jason was so embarrassed, it was like being back to the old days again, but then he saw how Dwayne was getting hard too. He blushed a little and said “I guess i like the idea of your dick getting buried in fat”.

Jason was so horny he just had to do it. “I think I want some dessert”. He struggled to get on his knees, and then sucked Dwayne dry. The thing wouldn’t fit in his mouth. He had his hands all over him, feeling his muscles, while his moves made all his fat jiggle.

“Eat, piggy, eat! Let’s get you massive”.

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The gains were starting to be quite noticeable. Jason was 450 according to an old scale. That was the scale’s limit and they were working on finding a better one soon. Jason was sitting on the couch eating fried chicken. He chugged some milk, and struggled to leave everything back on the table. He looked down and saw all his fat spilling everywhere, his tits bulging out, and his underbelly covering his crotch. His thighs were so massive they were growing its own rolls. All of him was covered in stretchmarks. Over 50 pounds in less than 4 months was more progress than Dwayne and Eric expected. Of course they didn’t expect Jason to cooperate that much, too. He constantly had food in his mouth. After finding out Dwayne’s little kink, he was trying even harder to gain weight. All those encounters with Dwayne were making him find all this fattening himself up very arousing.

Eric didn’t know about their little affair, he was a construction worker in the slums, and he had been too busy, and still trying to get in shape. Dwayne suspected he stuffed his face with the guys at work, because Jason could tell he gained some good 10 pounds of fat in his not so little belly. He was starting to grow some tits too, which made Dwayne very happy. “Boy, who needs girls when you live with dudes with titties?”. Eric didn’t like that and shoved some fries into Jason’s mouth. “The fatter you get, the skinnier you will make me look”.

Jason waddled to his room to take a nap. Dwayne followed him to the room and took his shorts off. He was already hard. He often commented how difficult it was to act normal with Jason stuffing his face naked all day in front of him. They were getting more and more into whatever that was. Jason was now so fat they could have so much fun with his rolls. Dwayne would fuck his underbelly, his tits or even his lovehandles. He loved the feeling of his dick covered in Jason’s lard. And Jason loved to feel his muscles against his soft flab. He was becoming a pile of fat. And it felt so damn good, he wanted more.

Eric came back one day with a serious expression in his face. “They are starting to give ice cream to the people now. Ice cream! Can you believe it?”

“Good, this piggy here could use some!”, said Dwayne. Jason oinked back at him.

“Dude, this isn’t funny. Whatever we are doing here is not working. They really don’t care about him. Maybe it’s time to let him go”.

Dwayne stopped smiling, and looked at Jason, sitting next to him. He looked like a mountain of fat. He could feel the warmth of his fat love handle spreading over his leg. “We didn’t get this far for nothing. Maybe what we gotta do is step our game up. Turn him into a blob”.

“Please… I don’t wanna go. I have never been this happy in my whole life. Do what you gotta do, but don’t take me back with my family”.

“You don’t know what you saying. But alright. If you want it, you’ll have it. No more unnecessary walks around the house. And you will eat whatever we tell you to. No bitching about how full you are. You will eat, turn the food into fat, and sleep. Now, let me go get some of that ice cream”.

Jason and Dwayne smiled at each other. “Don’t worry pig, being human shaped is definitely overrated”.

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“Guys, can you help me get up here?”

Dwayne and Eric helped Jason get out of bed, which now consisted in a pile of king size matresses. They walked him into the bathroom, and made him step on the bright new scale. His belly hanged so low it covered some of his flabby gigantic thighs. The roll under his tits was so big it looked like a second pair of tits. He looked down at the scale and all he could see was his bulging obese body.

“What does it say? I can’t see!”

“524. Good job, fatass!”. Dwayne looked so happy.

“We need more. Those pictures of you getting funnel fed melted ice cream didn’t work. Next time we are doing it with melted butter”. Eric really was trying to fatten Jason up as fast as possible.

“That sounds disgusting, dude”.

“Dwayne, do you want this plan to work or not?”

“Calm down, Eric. Don’t go crazy over it, we will just take our time. You are too obsessed with it you are actually forgetting to take care of your fat ass. You look damn huge! Step on the scale, that will be fun!”

“I swear I am really trying!”. Eric tried to suck in but Dwayne was right. His face looked so chubby compared to what it used to be. He finally stepped in the scale.

“265?? Dude, we are trying to fight this, you aren’t setting a good example here”.

“Enough with the bullshit, Dwayne. I know how hard this fatass here gets you. You have been fattening him up for your own pleasure and I’ve been the only one who always kept our cause in mind”

“You are right, Eric, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. But I was afraid you…”

“What does it feel to fuck this fat hog? I have been curious myself”. Eric grabbed one of Jason’s rolls and made his whole body jiggle.

“Uhm… Guys…” Jason could tell both the boys were getting hard.

“Go back to bed, pig. It’s time for your feeding”, said Dwayne, looking at Eric with a grin in his expression.

The boys stuffed Jason to the brim with loads of deep fried foods. Jason ate obediently while both Dwayne and Eric got naked and introduced their hard dicks into the pig’s fat folds. Jason saw how Eric was starting to grow a fat pad. He was so chubby his fat jiggled with every thrust.

They funneled fed him gainer shakes before he passed out. Jason thought that was what heaven must look like. He didn’t know the hardest part was about to begin.

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“What are we celebrating? My birthday was last month!”. Jason looked at all the fine treats, some of those that you would only find in the rich district, that the boys were bringing into his bedroom.

“You have been with us for a whole year now!But there’s also something else: we are celebrating your last weigh in!”, said Eric. The past few months he finally let himself go, and was at least 300 pounds. Jason wondered if Dwayne started feeding him too. He spent most of the day in his bedroom cause it was too hard to get him up from the couch. The boys were constantly with him, bringing him food and shoving it down his mouth. They enjoyed it as much as Jason did.

“Am i about to outgrow this scale too?”

Dwayne laughed, and slapped Jason’s gargantuan belly. “Yes. Also getting you out of bed it’s too hard. Blame it on Eric and his weak fat ass!”

“Dude I still have muscles under this fat! Unlike you, fat hog. You can barely get on your feet. You’ll stay in bed from now on and we will take care of everything”.

“But…”. Jason couldn’t keep talking, the boys were already grabbing him by his arms, and he had to take a deep breath, and use all what was left of his muscles to get up. He was red, out of breath from the effort, and waddled to the bathroom, with the guys still helping him on each of his sides. He had been struggling to get through the door lately. Even sideways his belly would still need some pushing.

“648. Told you that not leaving the bed would help. You’ve gained 14 pounds in a week, you outbeated your own mark!”. Dwayne had a gaint smirk on his face.

Jason was too exhausted to say anything. His belly, that now got to his knees, was extremely heavy, and his tits, spilling on the sides, but still bulging like two water balloons, were pressing against his lungs. His thighs weren’t thigh shaped anymore, with all the excess of fat hanging from them. Then he realized what this moment was, what it really meant. He wouldn’t walk again. He never thought about this moment before. He always assumed they would stop fattening him up when reaching his size. He wanted to say something. Ask when would that end. He was gasping for air, and couldn’t say a word. He couldn’t fight back as well on the bay back to bed. It was too late for regrets. He got back in bed, and didnt’t even have time to catch on his breath when the first burger reached his mouth.

He didn’t want to do it. But he still ate it all. He had forgotten how to refuse to eat. It was all too automatic. And after all, it still felt so damn good.

Dwayne and Eric would take good care of him. They would bring him food and play with his fat. That always made him feel better. He could feel how Dwayne was fucking his fat before falling asleep.

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Jason’s life got so much better after the boys got him hooked to an oxygen machine. Before that, he would even fall asleep during his feedings. He still slept a lot, but now at least he would be awake to enjoy his food, and watch some tv too.

Dwayne and Eric were together now. After being best friends since they were kids, Eric getting huge was definitely the spark they needed. He was almost the size of Jason when he was captured. And fat suited him so well. His double chin made him look even more handsome, his big boobs jiggled with every step, and his massive belly spilled over his crotch, which made almost impossible for him to ride Jason’s fat folds anymore. He’d be the one feeding the blob, while Dwayne would use his heavy rolls to relieve himself.

Something changed in the way they treated him, though. They weren’t as nice as they used to, and all their conversations involved food, or his weight. He was probably way over 800 pounds now. They doubled his weight in just 18 months.

He asked to see himself in the mirror one day. He wanted to know what did he look like. It was a tricky operation, so Dwayne decided to show him the latest pictures instead. He didn’t recognize himself on them. Dwayne and Eric were serious when they said they would make him a blob, that was exactly what he looked like. He was more lard than person. No wonder he could barely move his arms: All the rolls and fat of just one of his arms could make a skinny person go obese. The flab from his tits spilled into his neck, making it disappear. And his legs… They just weren’t functional anymore.

Only 20 years old and already trapped in his own body. He was heavy breathing but still managed to ask the question that he had been asking himself for some time: “You… Won’t stop… Fattening me… Up… will you?”

“You got it right. You are a cool dude but your dad is a monster. You will set an example for everybody, so they know what happens if you just give in to the gluttony”. Dwayne slapped Jason’s monstrous belly and all of him shaked and jiggled.

Jason looked at Eric. You couldn’t really tell if he was wearing underwear or not under all that spilling fat. Dwayne understood what Jason was thinking. “We really wanna save this country, but I think Eric likes eating way too much to be saved”. He laughed and grabbed his best-friend-turned-to-pig’s underbelly.

“You will be the symbol of this revolution one day, Jason. Will you help us a little more? I think we can still make you grow a hundred pounds more. Just keep doing what you do best, and makes you the happiest: keep your stomach full”. Eric rubbed his belly against Jason’s and the blob looked at Dwayne asking for help. But it was too late. Dwayne already had someone else to grow. Was he going to do the same to Eric?

“It’s not like you have a choice now. Don’t worry, it will be over soon. Not that you aren’t enjoying it, I bet you got a hardon buried somewhere in all that lard. Now, open your mouth”.

Pushing yourself

The band of your jeans are tight now aren't they? You found the biggest size they have but now your stomach has taken over your lap and is pushing your tits up. Your stomach is so tightly stuffed in the denim that you have to dig for the zipper to even get them off. I know you find yourself embarassed but you just pacify yourself with more brownies or cookies or pizza. Consume. Glut yourself. Push yourself further. Your thighs have large blubbery globs of fat that take up the space between your legs and your knees are smothered in a roll of leg fat. Your body is more than just morbidly obese now, its growing towards extremely obese and getting worse. It doesn't help that strangers pay to feed you bigger either does it? Hundreds of thousands of followers ordering you takeout right to your door just to watch your body swell up even heavier. You've given in and now just let people come in and feed you. Fuck you.

As you climb steadily up to 800 pounds your mobility is limited. One of your loyal feeders has a camera set up in front of your california king sized bed just to stream you eating like a big fat hog. Sometimes you dress up to entertain your followers but their only interest is to watch your body become so massive you can't even wiggle. Yours days are spent with only your arms getting a work out. Raising your hand from your plate to gorge yourself. You are occasionally funnel fed to speed up the process. Your favorite thing to be stuffed with is pizza though. The thick, cheesy, salty meal just seems to fill every inch of your insides as your feeder mercilessly pushes you to eat more of it every day. You love the teasing too. "Good pig, feel yourself grow for me..." You've gotten used to being caressed and played with by them as well. Lifting your mountainous belly, light pinching, and jiggling. You start to feel like a play thing...a pet almost.

You have nothing that fits anymore do you? No jeans or leggings could possibly contain the amount of fat that has accumulated on your body. Not even a t shirt. Now all you have to do is lay naked on a bed and continue to give into gluttony. You made an agreement with a dedicated feeder that you would live out the rest of your life eating for them. Besides, it's what you wanted to do. Your sexual energy and obsession has led you down this path. You love to be filled more than anything. That plus the feeling of being so helplessly obese makes for your ultimate pleasure combination. You're a literal human pig. You live solely to eat.

Now that you've pushed yourself past 1200 pounds, things start getting tricky. Rolling over is nearly impossible, you need an air conditioner on you constantly, you've been set up with a customized catheter system and a heart monitor. You know your health will decline but you still keep guzzling down thousands of calories daily. Your skin that was once mostly taut is now saggy and riddled with stretch marks from gaining so quickly. Your lighter binging has overstretched your stomach lining and intestines to keep you from literally exploding. Having sex now is virtually impossible. Your stomach, thighs, and pubic mound make it a chore to reach by intercourse alone. Your feeder just fits with you with a vibrating and pulsating toy and funnel feeds you with a heavy flow of a thick milkshake. The combination of being stuffed full to the brink of popping with sexual pleasure makes everything worth it.

You've made your followers quite proud as your weight climbs past 2200 pounds. You are literally buried under your own weight now. Your arms and legs are smothered in thick layers of cellulite and you can no longer breathe without an oxygen mask. You pancreas has given up and you need insulin to bring down your sugar. You are an unhealthy insanely obese disaster. You wheeze and pant while you struggle to open your mouth for more food. You are an atrocity. A monster that has no end. Yet your feeder keeps enabling you, forcing you, pushing you further. You had to sign a contract of law stating you are OK with continuing your lifestyle. But nobody knows except your followers. Nobody knows what kind of life you are living. Hidden away from the world living a taboo lifestyle. Another bite. Then another. More and more. You sweat profusely and feel yourself pinned to the bed. Pinned. Stuck. Fat filling every inch of your body searching desperately for more room to put it. Your followers cheer you on as you glut yourself.

A machine now pumps you full every hour. A thick sweet paste makes its way down your throat filling you heavier. As if it was even possible to reach 3000 pounds. But you did it. Your body somehow allowed it to happen. You want to show the world how utterly fucking fat you can let yourself get. But you can't in fear of what your friends and family might think. So you push yourself even more hopelessly obese. You know you are one chug away from either a heart attack or simply exploding. Your body doesn't even look human anymore. Your hands and feet almost seem dwarfed while they are slowly disappearing under thousands of pounds of fat. Rolls overlapping limbs. You struggle to breathe as your neck is buried under the thick layer of fat that was once your chest. Your heart must be five times the original size as it struggles to pump to your suffering organs. Your feeder rubs your fattened body with lotion to prevent chaffing. You still love their teasing and taunting while they massage your blubbery skin. "Fuck sakes you really did let yourself go! You literally cannot stop eating!" You huff and wheeze with arousal and attempt to grind against the toy underneathe your mass. "Thats it...eat and fuck. Thats what you are here for." Your face turns cherry red from rising blood pressure as you struggle to get yourself off. "Good pig, I can't believe you can still move seeing how fucking morbidly obese you've let yourself get!" Your feeder turns the pressure up on the machine and the flow pacens. "Eat sweetheart, eat and let the machine pump you full." Your face feels hot and your heart and head pounds as your stomach stretches even more. "I love seeing you grow for me...you've done such a good job." They praise while you begin to feel dizzy from the pressure. Your body begins to ache while you work yourself to orgasm. "Poor piggy can't even reach themselves anymore. Its pretty pathetic to watch someone so fucking fat try to get off. Your body jiggles with every motion, you know that right?" Your airflow feels so restricted from the immense weight. "Thats it...keep going. Fatten yourself up. More! You're so close!" Their whispering in your ear and strain of your stomach growing rounder and tighter finaly push you over the edge.

"Three thousand five hundred."

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