Chapter 3

At 700 pounds I had turned into an unabashed glutton, I managed to get my work signed off on me being able to work from home; it saved me from all the bother of going out other than when I felt like it. My belly which hung formerly on my lap now took up so much space that it forced my wide thighs apart, it came in handy since the flab covered over my excitement of my size. Meals became monstrous portions of any treat I’d like, one night might just be 3 gallons of ice cream with whatever syrups I felt like drinking straight out of the bottle or lick off of my encourager who treated my body like a temple of worship, constantly running around trying to care for me. I’d sit on the couch and gorge on pounds of food, eating for hours on end, chasing a full belly became an obsession to me since it could now take more than 10 pounds of food to be sated. By the end of a meal I’d have food that landed all over my fat chest, I started wearing tiny shirts as a big to help keep myself more clean, though mostly it just worked to push my tits together, letting me rub them against the fabric and push myself into high waves of pleasure. Every day I became more and more like a hog, glutting myself until I’d be too stuffed to stand. I loved my blubber; I loved how when I walked around I could catch my fat sides rubbing on doorframes and narrow corridors and how in my shortness of breath I would grunt like a stuffed pig. I loved how even my 10xl shirts couldn’t contain my belly, the sagging fat of my lower gut hang out, covering my thighs and jiggling wildly when I walked bouncing off my legs and making me wonder how long until it covered my knees and would start hitting my shins, how fat I’d be then. I started using a cane to help support my weight, and I nearly came when I bent my first one under the strain of me putting too much of my mass on it. When I hit 750 I gave up walking for the most part, I picked up a mobility cart so that my poor fat swollen legs didn’t have to bear the burden any longer. My encourager kept my kitchen fully stocked and usually my desk too, or what I called my desk, I was too fat for any desk chair so I had taken to sitting in a loveseat and having my encourager wheel a table in front of me, it worked great since I have easy access to my computer as well. With less physical activity to burn calories my weight just piled on, the loveseat I sat in became too small, my giant legs and tremendous ass were wider than the entire 2 person seat. I soon began my journey to outgrow furniture, because clothing was far too easy. My sweatpants were required to manage the daunting task of covering my extremely fat lower half, the yard of fabric in my crotch and inner thigh area would always wear out quickly, I sweated like a pig so the fabric would get soaked in sweat very fast and any moving required the fabric to stretch and rub against my inner thigh. My encourager loved seeing me outgrow things, one time I bent over to pick something up while he was behind me, I tore my seams in my pants and I could hear him cum, unable to help himself and hump my fleshy behind while he howled in ecstasy.