Encouragement

Chapter 1

Getting fatter doesn’t mean you’re “ruining” yourself.

Getting fatter means you’re eating in excess and letting yourself do as you please, while you’re creating your perfect body.

Getting fatter means you’re only going to grow more beautiful, while you outgrowing your clothes.

Getting fatter means showing off your gains and encouraging others to join you in your journey of obesity. It’s means finding the perfect version of yourself.

So let me feed you, I’m not ruining you. I’m making you fat, and I want to make you so much fatter…

You seem to think that my personal objective is to fatten you up. To enjoy seeing you gaining weight as fast as possible by my hand. And although that helds some true, it isn’t really the process I am trying to do. You see, I’m not trying to fatten you up. I’m trying to make YOU fatten yourself up. I’m just enabling you, giving you the tools and everything you need to become an increasingly unhealthy blob of lard. And you fall for it every single time.

Remember, Nothing shows dedication more than a person who can sit down and eat for hours, and you are very, very dedicated, aren't you my precious little pet?

From the view of an outsider, it may seem like your stomach is bottomless, but I know you passed your limit a while ago. You just can't help yourself. You don't know when to quit. You'll only be satisfied once your gut is as tight as a drum.

Oh, but surely you know what that will do, right? Your body will accommodate for the excess calories, and next time, you'll need more to reach that same satisfaction. Then, next time you'll need more, and more, and more...

So, That's it... take one more bite. Let's see how dedicated you really are.

You gulp down mouthful after mouthful of chocolate until you can't take any more. "Please..." you gasp. "No more... no more..."

"No, no. More. There's no such thing as enough." I put down the ladle and begin heating up an ice cream container from the freezer in the microwave. I give your poor belly a short break from being pushed to its limits by making you watch me fill a huge container with melted ice cream. As I approach you with the ice cream, I turn up the power on the vibrator slightly, making you cry out and buck against the chair.

You struggle to breathe as I begin to dump the melted ice cream into your already stuffed, bloated belly. You struggle against your bindings, causing your stomach to jiggle and bounce. As I continue pouring the creamy, fattening treat down your throat, you whine and moan, but you can't do anything to stop me.

You slump in your chair, out of breath and gasping. I can see the pleasure in your face as well as the exhaustion and discomfort. I've been pushing you to your limit, forcing you to gorge on various rich, fattening foods, and it has done wonders for your body. You've grown much plumper since we started, and the extra blubber sits heavily on your lard-filled hips and gut, making you wobble and shake. Your body is covered in stretchmarks from the speed of your weight gain, and lately your appetite has been out of control. As nice as all this is, I have to admit I am still more than impatient about fattening you up even more, and you are nowhere near huge enough for me yet…