Scallygab - Scallygab

A Journey into Your Future

One day, you decide to try out the whole feedism thing. You are young, in your early 20s, and your metabolism is fast. The perceived "risk" feels very low; you wonder if you even manage to gain 5 pounds. After 3 months of experimenting with eating more caloric food, you almost give up - the effects are hardly noticeable. But that's when a curious thing happens.

"Don't get discouraged," a strange voice says to you. You spin around, only to see a genie-like creature sitting in your chair. Their skin has a blue hue to it, and even as they sit, they seem partly transparent.

"Who are you?" you ask.

They smile. "An admirer and an encourager. That's all you need to know."

"But how-" you start, but don't manage to finish the sentence before the stranger snaps their fingers and the reality changes before you.

You are somehow still in your room, but you are watching it from above. On your bed, you see... yourself. Except, your belly is softer and is starting to sit plumply in your lap. The other you is sitting on the bed and watching something on your laptop, while mindlessly snacking from an XL package of chips.

"This is a year from now," the strange genie whispers to your ear. "You see, the problem with your little feedist experiment is that while you started eating more, you still also moved a lot. But 3 months from now, you are going to break your leg. You will become completely sedentary for a couple of months, and you will continue to eat. And when your leg is okay again... well, there will be a little more to you. You will have broken your fast metabolism."

"I look like I'm at least 20 pounds heavier," you say, feeling yourself blush. This is all you dreamed of: to be chubby, maybe a little fat. This excites you.

"25 pounds, to be exact," the genie says and smiles slightly dangerously. The words about broken metabolism echo in your head. Once you entered this path, can you ever go back...?

The genie snaps their fingers again.

***

You are on the back porch of your house. The alternative you is splayed in a chair, sipping on some smoothie... or is it a weight gain shake? In shock, you take in your new physique: your belly, spilling in your lap and entirely covering your crotch. Fat thighs smashed together. Love handles digging into the armrests of your chair, making you wonder if you're getting stuck. You peer at your own face, only to see a permanent double chin hugging you. Chubby cheeks made even larger as you sip your drink.

"This is three years from now," the genie says. "You just entered obesity."

You feel panic course through you. You will become obese at 25. Is this a good idea? Is there any way to go back? At the same time as you're thinking this, the other part of you doesn't want to stop. Heavy, heady thrill courses through your body. In three years, you will be at least 70 pounds heavier. All rolls. A fatty.

You barely suppress a moan.

***

The next scene makes your head spin. You are in your room again, on your bed, only, your bed is now king-sized. Propelled on a mountain of pillows, you are watching something on your laptop again, except this time, it balances precariously on the top of your gelatinous belly which spills over and in between your trunk thighs. You are snacking again, and your upper arm rolls hang and quiver as you bring full Oreos to your mouth and down them in one go. Your neck has disappeared under a fat roll. Your lips form a permanent pucker, squeezed by your cheeks. Your facial features have changed completely due to all the fat. You look like a different person.

"Five years from now," the genie whispers. "150 pounds heavier."

***

You don't even have the time to process what you've just seen before you are transported again. Below you, on the bed, spills... you. You are in a half-sitting position, but you're quite sure it would be rather difficult for you to even sit on your own. Each of your limbs sports rolls so thick that they look like small bellies on their own. And your proper belly... well, it almost covers your knees. Your triple chin quivers as you slowly swallow, your plump lips closed around a funnel hose. You are watching something on a TV that hangs on the opposite wall - and no wonder. Your fingers are now so plump that using a laptop must be quite impossible.

"Congratulations," the genie whispers into your ear. "You are 30 now. Eight years from now, and 300 pounds heavier."

You gulp, but have no time to respond before you see the door to your future room open and an unknown person enter. You look at them in disbelief - their facial features are that of the genie, except the blueish hue and the semi-transparency are gone. All in all, they look like a regular human being. They are carrying a tray filled to the brim with burgers.

"I brought you your breakfast," they say, and the future you makes some effort to smile through the funnel hose.

"Who are you?" you whisper to the genie.

They smile wide. "Your feeder, of course. I'm so glad I accessed the magic that allowed me to reach you before I actually met you. And right at the moment when you almost gave up on gaining!"

Your head spins. How are these time paradoxes even possible? What's going to happen now...?

A snap of the fingers.

***

You are in your room, and there is no one beside you. You had a strange dream. Something about rolls and heaviness and being stuck in the bed. You feel a little aroused, and you blush.

You eye a packet of cookies you brought in your last attempt to gain weight before you decided that it wasn't working out.

Come on. Eat them all. There's no harm.

Was that your own voice...? You can't say.

Eat them, and skip the gym today.

Almost on autopilot, you reach for the packet.

Oh well, what's the worst that can happen? You probably won't gain more than 5 pounds, anyway.

🪑🍼A Secure Seat🍼🪑 

“Paw at those locks all you want brat, but I ensured that hood is nice and secure with each lock having a separate key... so even if by some miracle you managed to get your mitts off, the keys have been hidden all over the house, so relax and accept it! You’ve only got yourself to blame for this after the tantrum you threw during your last feeding, and this time I’ve made sure everything is secure.” 

“Speaking of “Secure”, I’ve also taken the liberty of adding a few extra accessories to your highchair for today's and all your future feedings! Now stay still and try not to move around too much while I get this tray off... we wouldn’t want baby falling down and going boom-boom now do we? Now waddle on over and have a seat, there’s three of these “Special” baba’s all waiting to fill that widdle tummy and diapers of yours!”

Little weight gain i guess🐷