chapter 6 - perfectly plumped

As Sam kept being fed larger slop portions, his appetite and body seemed to grow with him. He was repeating for his sins and he knew he’d deserved his fate. Wouldn’t he have just kept stuffing himself full on burgers until he was this obscenely fat anyway. He had behaved like a pig before and had adapted to this lifestyle appropriately.

About a month after his last weigh in, Sam struggled to climb to his feet due to how heavy he had become. His fattened belly got in the way and slapped against his thick thighs, sending ripples through all that lard. He noticed how much he had to adopt a much wider stance to stand up being as plump as he was; he had to stand with his legs further apart and his arms much further away from his body. This had to become even further exaggerated when he attempted to waddle to the scales. Every part of him shook and jiggled, his flabby arms and sides still rubbing past each other, nearly as much as his squishy thighs. His moobs were absolutely huge now and would make most women jealous of their size, but not of how much they sagged. His ass even seemed to droop and touch the back of his thighs.

Sam was surprised when he was marched straight onto the scale without collecting his fellow fatties. His expression of confusion must have obvious to Hannah who pointedly gave him a little nod, ushering him to proceed. While the scales began to take their readings he looked around at the fat asses in the pens around him. The previously lanky man with the pot belly had continued to plump up all over, but his belly seemed to be so big and grotesquely full that it was touching the ground as he gulped down his double cream mixture greedily, if it wasn’t in fact holding him up. The mountainous guy had also changed remarkably; he had certainly put on more than 2% fat now. He seemed almost impossibly round and his fat sides were pressing against the walls of the pen. This caused Sam to glance down at the rolls on his sides briefly, wondering how much room he had left in his pen.

Hannah let out an abrupt shriek…of joy? Sam saw that he had now gone from 128kg to 136kg. In other words, he had now become 300lb. More alarmingly, the scales now indicated that he was 50% pure fat.

“I can now mark you down for daily massaging and rubs,” Hannah exclaimed, “need all of your flesh to stay nice and relaxed…and tender.”

When he had been returned to his pen, he noted that there was only about an inch either side of him before him ballooning form would lock him in place. How much more of a shameful fatty could he make of himself? After all, this wasn’t being done to him – he had done this to himself with his gluttonous ways.

From that point on not only did he receive the daily massages but something had been added to his slop that made it creamier, which made him want more of it. He really was just destined to be this much of a fat slob. Every part of him was expanding everyday – he could feel all the flab growing endlessly.

The massages made him even more aware of how fast he was blowing up to be bigger and fatter. The handler had to push further to get deep enough to gently caress the little remaining muscle beneath all that lard. When he was big enough that his sides now pressed against the sides of the stall, the handler had to press his flesh in to be able to roll him around, which made him feel just how much his gluttony and fat had engulfed his whole massive body.

Toward what Sam reasoned must have been around the five month mark, Sam had noticed that the handlers seemed to need less time to complete their daily tasks overall. Then slightly less again. Yet they didn’t seem to be rushing their treatment of Sam. His greedy belly lurched as he realised that it was because there were now fewer of them.

A week or two later, Sam was heaved up and faced the hardest walk to the scales yet. He was panting just from the task of just standing alone, with assistance from the handlers. Every roll wobbled violently as he thundered slowly across the room. But instead of stopping at the scales, Sam was led a little bit further into a room in the back corner. Hannah left the door open, knowing that Sam was far too heavy to make any attempt at escape. She measured the usual parts of his body that were monitored with measuring tape, gleefully squeezing and hefting every juicy part of him. He was then guided to waddle onto the scales in the room.
Sam had become so embarrassingly rolly, flabby and large that he now weighed 152kg. 335lb. More than half of his body was just fat, 56% to be exact. What a big pig he truly was. Hannah grasped the bottom of his dropping belly, jiggling it up and down and relishing in how it made him ripple all over.

“As soon as I saw you, I knew you would make me a pretty penny,” she said, as she shut the door.