Extreme obesity

I think I know why.....Kind of like when you are hypnotized you know what is happening but you still can't control it....kind of like you have an excuse ...it wasn't all your doing?

Not sure just a stab at it.

For my lady partner to be just large enough to frequently need my assistance to change her menstrual products.

And some furniture breaking wouldn't hurt.

Where do I sign up for this! It sounds amazing! 😍

Can I be this person for you? I think this is the fat boy gluttony dream I can handle.

Okay.

That settles it.

You need to write some stories on here.

If you need (or want) help writing, let me know.

oh my! hot!

This should be required reading in the reference section.

The idea to get treated with some animal fattening hormones that are used in industrial feeding and my feeder loving how I fatten up and giving me more and more of it, till I can't stop eating and my belly starts getting huge and my stomach overstretched and after having gained 200 pounds, I want to stop and find that the hormones have messed up my fat metabolism and that now I gain, no matter what I do and my feeder confessing to me that she is totally aroused at my unability to slow down or stop and that she did not want to scare me but actually wants to make me immobile and can't wait to force feed me, at which point my fattening rate would go though the roof and my belly would hang down to the floor. I run away, feel my mobility going away, have already trouble walking, my belly to my knees and wobbling and jiggling like a massively fattend up porker-pig and she telling me that there is no turning back and that I will gain anyway and why not speed up the process? She is rich and I will be able to get around on a special scooter. That she really wants to fatten me up hard and see how fast my belly would fatten and that she can't wait for my gut to hang down to the floor and that I should just try it out. And I can't resist, try hard and then one night, meet her and tell her that she can go ahead and fatten me freely and that I realize that no doctor could help me, and that I would just be miserable, that it is better to get somebody that loves super fat and can take care of my special needs for fattening. She confides in me that she has always had a thing for pigs and humans that are like pigs, that were born to fatten and can't stop, which is the hottest thing for her. The sex is fantastic, but carries a price of tons and tons of fat, because she feeds me till I think I will explode every time before sex.

Probably just rapid weight gain, my favorite is always the infinite stretching stomach scenario. Sometimes they dont make sense, but I really like the factory ones.

Someone is at a cookie dough factory after hours, they've never been to that specific factory, but they figured they would check it out. They showed up after closing time and worked their way inside, crawling along the vents for a little bit then stopping to take in their surroundings through a vent they were crouched over. What they didn't realize, was that the vent was connected to the panels on either side, and as such they tumbled out to the conveyor belts below. When they awoke they found themselves moving along the belt, they clearly hadn't made it far because they could still see the vent they had fallen from. As the person goes to sit up a nozzle lowers from above and latches onto their open mouth. This nozzle was designed to fill up the paper tubes with cookie dough, and has a pressure sensor to determine when the container was full, as such when the cookie dough started to pour in the person had little to no time to react. The flow was large enough to keep them swallowing, without them fighting back too hard. After a minute of cookie dough pouring into their once flat stomach, it's grown to a full and distended beach ball. But the dough keeps going, pushing more and more cookie dough into the persons mouth, they can feel their stomach stretching with every swallow, but they aren't sure if they want to fight it anymore. Their stomach, overtaxed by the amount of sugary dough pushed into their stomach, started churning into fat, as their stomach continued being full. Fat began appearing everywhere, their gut began to get softer even through how painfully packed it was, fat began to pool everywhere and the person was forced back down to their gut has it continued to swell and swell. Eventually the person fell asleep, cookie dough still being forced down their throat.

The person woke up to the sound of beeping, they heard a click and felt the hose finally remove from their mouth, able to take their first full breath in ages, they start to put their arm down to their leg in an attempt to stand up, and realize that they cannot physically move. They had been asleep long enough for the entire canister to drain into them, and as such their entire body had swelled with fat, they took this time to fully take in their surroundings for the first time, they were no longer resting on a conveyor belt, that had been crushed by their weight a long time ago. They can just barely move their fingers through the fat that now envelops their entire body. They can feel their stomach, still full and digesting, but their gut took the full force of the gain. Fat has spilled around them everywhere, from just resting on them, to literally pooling around them and overcoming nearly everything in its path. Their legs are no longer legs, just small trees of fat, the feet just barely poking out from the massive expanse of stomach fat.

Personally I'm not the best writer, and im writing this with like 4 hours of sleep, but I think thats a massive turn on, and wish I could do something like that without, you know, exploding, or being killed from heart attack immediately after or during

Feedmepiggy:
Omg i want this i want to be a slave to my fat and my feeder as long as u have sex while im eating tell me how fat i am oh getting hott thinking about it

I like that ~~ Also asking if she's fat enuf yet.