Chapter 5 - 5. bed-filling fat man

Since switching to all liquid meals Jim had noticed that Patrick's daily cycle was still three large meals with naps in between and a long rest cycle at night. Instead Jim offered to change him to a more aggressive feeding pattern. Replacing their curtains with heavy ones to block out daylight they'd switch him to a pattern of 3 hours of sleep, 1 for feeding around the clock. It would have the result of doubling his intake and never allowing a complete sleep cycle would crash his metabolism further. It was challenging to adjust to, especially as Pat's last vestiges of independence were being engulfed. Still it was a noticeable uptick in his daily gains and Patrick managed to begin overhanging parts of the bed within a few days. The month rolled by as he ballooned into a jiggly 2,594 pound blob. His bed filling proportions made Jim to switch to sleeping on top of his husband's gigantic belly settling comfortably in his rolls. Most would consider adding more than 950 pounds in a calendar month to be an achievement but Jim was a bit disappointed, sure he loved he now had a big fat ton of a husband but 961 pounds gained that month just wasn't 1,000 and they could do better. Jim researched more tricks to try and get his man fatter faster.

They replaced the funnel that had more than served its purpose and replaced it with a pump assisted unit, Pat had let gravity and his own greed dictate the flow but that wasted energy. Instead he was given a remote to set the pump flow and allowed him to drink faster than ever. He now regularly drank his way through two and eventually three whole jugs of gainer shakes with every feeding packing 15 gallons in his tanker of a stomach and pushing for more every day. The ton milestone was an impressive one much like immobility before it, but was quickly left in the dust with Pat's breakneck gaining pace. At 6 months into the Corpulex 7 Challenge Patrick crushed and overflowed their bed under his 3,674 pounds. He loved feeling so engulfed by his size now that he was a nine going on ten foot wide pile of fat with a face wider than his husbands waistline. Pat was barely able to even make a fist or push the buttons on his remote his fingers, every part of him felt buried under the immensity of his weight. Feeling his girth spreading wider each day Pat's belly was approaching the size of a car where it hung off his midsection in massive rolls, even starting to hang off the front of the bed having long surpassed his feet piling four feet high at the crest of his domelike stomach and stretching out in cascading rolls each weighing several hundreds of pounds. He was unrecognizable to anyone who'd known him before, his fattened face now several times wider than the top of his head forming a ring around him where it met with the massive roll of fat his neck had turned into, thicker and more pronounced than his face, eyes almost sunken in as a result. He would close the gap for the challenge within the month at his current rate but for Jim, it wouldn't be enough. He talked to Patrick about a crazy idea he'd come up with the month before. They had pretty much hit a perfect formula for gainer shakes and the only way to pack more nutritional value into what was filling his stomach would also make it unpalatable. So, to ratchet up his gains even higher Jim asked to switch to an intubated feeding tube system that ran directly into Patrick's belly. Since the process would be monstrously boring and make him a cog in the process rather than having any control Jim suggested pulling a Rip Van Winkle and putting him in an induced coma for the remaining months of the competition. Jim would take care of everything and Pat would wake up impossibly fatter. It took some consideration but in the end, he said yes. It took a few days to source the drugs and learn how to safely perform the dosing. Jim had to do a lot of planning to make sure his man would be cared for long term but they could put him under immediately and start pushing his digestive system. They did a final capacity test and after packing 22 gallons down his gullet Jim injected the cocktail of drugs and within a minute Patrick was washed in darkness...