Chapter 2 - the best you can be

Just a page of random musings and fantasies.

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Me: "I can't believe you did this to me over the years! I was perfectly happy with my weight before you came along and force-fed me until I was the fattest man in the world. And now you're going to kill me by feeding me to death?"

You: "It's not my fault you're so fat. You're the one who kept eating and eating until you reached this point. I'm just helping you reach your full potential, little bro."

Me: "And what's wrong with being happy and content with a healthy weight?"

You: "You're not living your best life if you're not striving to be the best you can be. And being
the fattest man in the world is something you can be proud of. Now open wide and let me see what the bariatric bed scale says.”

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You know how people let their dogs eat whatever they want to celebrate their life because being happy is the most important thing in the end? I want everyday to be my “last hurrah” with more food than the last. No walkies, just endless treats forced into me. Shorten my lifespan just so my growing immobile blubbery body gets you off and I’ll be a good pup.


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I’m wheezing in bed from the whole ordeal. I have gained a lot of weight in a short period, and I haven’t been able to get out of bed in months. The visiting doctor looks at you with a grimace before saying, “once someone like your brother gets this big, there’s no going back. He’s going to end up eating himself to death at this rate. A lost cause.” The doctor's words terrify me but turn you on. Once he leaves, you bring out cakes, cookies, and melted ice cream and tell me, “you deserve a good feeding, little bro.” Being well over 800lbs isn’t enough for you. We both know I’m heading four quadruple digits. All I can do is panic again knowing you have full control.


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One day when I’m immobile, and my family and friends visit, having not seen me in years, they will be very shocked, worried, and upset. They will see me breathing heavily into my oxygen mask, too big for clothes, and realize you're looking responsible for my extreme obesity and declining health. And just like I’m helpless in my bed, they are helpless to stop the situation as you will continue to grow me with only one way out.