chapter 5: the feeding days

That was the first of many more nightly rituals. Over the next week, I repeat this progress several more times... Always painfully full, sometimes drugged or drunk to stop the pain from eating way too much...but I still have no better place to me.

A few weeks have gone by...

And I must be reaching 280 pounds on jiggle fat by now...
I can lie down but its hard to sit up alone. I need to hang on to things and roll my big belly up to sitting.
If I sit with my legs infront of me my belly gets squished if its a bit empty. If its full and hard I can no longer sit without spreading my legs and letting my gut hang down in between. It hasnt touched yet...

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More days go by...

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My gut is now touching and sinking in between my legs. I almost have to straddle my own fat when sitting up... They have to help me up now when I want to sit up. They prop me up and let me feed myself unless its a fattening ritual. Then I lie back and wake up every morning with a sore, stretched stomach and another inch of squish...

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Today

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They drugged me again. I can feel it. It must have been in the last meal they gave me.

I cant complain though, it feels good. I start rolling my head around and even pat my tummy like bongo drums. They like that and start doing that with me, Patting my tummy, grabbing and poking at my fat thighs, my arms, my puffed up love handles...
I look down at myself. When I got to this island I could still just barely see my toes. Now I need to be propped up on an angle to be comfortable and to be able to see my belly. It is like a huge heavy sack has been place on me and is draping over the edges of me now like a fat blanket holding me down. It is secure feeling, and I like being able to cradle my own fat ball of a belly. After a while, I take my hands that were drumming and fold them neatly over my beach ball gut and look to the group approaching.


That sludge... Theyre giving it again to me. I dont know if I can get any bigger.
I try to get up and away but I can't sit up. I try to heave with momentum but I fall back and cant get up. They sit me back up and hold on to me - they open my mouth as I try to protest and dump a small splash into my mouth. I know what will happen when I swallow. But there is no other choice. I count down and come to terms with it...
And swallow the potion.

My fat thickens around my stomach and I can feel my thighs pressing tighter and tighter together. I spread my legs to make room for the fattening growing belly.

*BURRRRP*
It stopped... I look around. The tribe seems happy but not content. I see more in the cup.

Shit. I know its coming.
Fine. If its going to happen regarldess, Ill do it then..

I reach out for that cup and one gulp it back. The one holding the cup almost stops me but then hesitates, and lets me swallow.

Theres a rumbling from my tummy and it begins to grow
even fatter.

My entire body thickens and softens with pudge and I feel myself getting leaned back from my belly growing. I roll a bit off kilter and recline further, watching my body gurgle and grow....

Finally it is done. and I am ballooned up. Again. Even bigger now.
Easily in the 400s.

The tribe screams and cheers with excitement.

I cant move my body from this propper up position and when they ease my back support away, I roll back like a round whale.

I burp and clutch what I can of my body and take it all in until I pass out from shock and exhaustion.