Fat-topia

Chapter 1/2

In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and a meandering river, there lived a man in his 20s named Henry. Henry wasn't like the other townsfolk. He was a man of peculiar habits, known for his meticulous care for his garden. His home, a quaint cottage with ivy climbing its walls, stood out among the neat rows of houses. It was not only the lush foliage that drew attention, but the peculiar scent that wafted from his kitchen windows, hinting at exotic dishes that none had ever tasted.

As the years went by, Henry grew larger. His weight had always been a point of contention among the townsfolk, but his jovial nature and green thumb had earned him a certain degree of respect. Yet, the whispers grew louder with each passing season as Henry's waistline expanded. The weight gain was not from a lack of activity; Henry tended to his garden with the dedication of a monk to his prayers. It was the mysterious food he concocted, rich and fragrant, that seemed to be the culprit. The town's doctor had warned him of the perils of his ever-increasing size, but Henry would just laugh and wave him off with a hearty pat on the back that made the doctor's eyes widen with concern.

One fateful summer's eve, the scent from Henry's kitchen was particularly potent, a blend of spices and flavors that tickled the noses of everyone in town. The aroma was so tantalizing that even those who had never dared to knock on his door found themselves drawn to the cottage. Curiosity piqued, and a small crowd gathered outside his home. Henry, ever the gracious host, invited them all in. He had prepared a feast, one that would put even the grandest of royal banquets to shame. The table groaned under the weight of dishes that steamed and bubbled, sending tendrils of scent into the air that made mouths water and stomachs rumble.

The townsfolk took their seats, their eyes wide with wonder. They had never seen food like this before, and the sight of it was almost as overwhelming as Henry's gargantuan form. He began to serve them, his hands trembling with excitement and perhaps a hint of pride. The first bite of the food sent a symphony of flavors through their mouths, and they were hooked. The meal went on for hours, with Henry regaling them with tales of his garden's bounty and the secret recipes he had discovered. Laughter filled the room, and the warmth of friendship grew stronger with each plate cleared.

As the night grew late, Henry's smile grew wider, and his movements grew slower. His breathing grew labored, and his face beamed as he stuffed himself. Concerned whispers rippled through the guests. No one knew the extent of Henry's condition, but it was clear that his weight was taking a toll on him. Despite this, he continued to serve, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination that was both admirable and intriguing.

The feast concluded, and the guests departed, each with a small bag of Henry's finest produce from his garden. The town buzzed with excitement, sharing stories of the unforgettable meal and the enigmatic host. Yet, as they walked home, their smiles began to fade. They had seen something in Henry's eyes that night, a desperation that had not been there before. His laughter had a brittle quality to it, like glass about to shatter.

Despite Henry’s odd behavior, the townsfolk soon started going to these banquets twice a week and with their minds being dulled by the seemingly mystical food served to them they didn’t realize that their wastelines too were bulging at a rapid pace.

In the months that followed, the townsfolk grew rounder and rounder, their movements slower and more deliberate as they waddled through the streets. They had never felt so satisfied, so content, so...heavy. The town's once-active community center now held weekly support groups for those who could no longer tie their shoes without assistance. The local tailor had to expand his shop to accommodate the new demands for larger clothes, and the doctor's office was in a perpetual state of emergency with cases of high blood pressure and diabetes skyrocketing.

And yet no one seemed to mind. Everyone just ate and was merry, becoming fatter as if all were in a haze of food and gluttony. The town of Willow Creek had become a place of excess, a place where the scales tipped heavily in favor of indulgence. The once-active children now preferred to sit and watch the world go by, their cheeks flushed and their eyes glazed over with contentment. The adults, too, had succumbed to the siren's call of Henry's cuisine.

Even the doctors were corrupted. Telling the townspeople they just needed to eat more and be happy, encouraging and indulging in the fattening ways of the town.

But, unbeknownst to everyone, Henry had an ulterior purpose behind his culinary generosity. His garden, his greatest source of pride, was home to a strange plant that had appeared overnight. It bore fruits that were irresistible to the taste, yet had the curious effect of making those who ate them insatiable. With each feast, Henry felt a twisted thrill as the townsfolk grew fatter and more dependent on his food. His own size was a testament to the power of the plant. Months passed and no one in the town, not even the children were under 300 lbs.

The town was now cut off from the outside world, no one could enter and no one could leave, not that anyone would want to leave. They were all too drunk on food to notice anything else anyway.

As the town grew fatter, the infrastructure began to strain. Chairs snapped under the weight of their newfound bulk, sidewalks cracked, and even the town hall's doors had to be replaced with larger ones to accommodate the swollen forms of the council members. The once-proud Willow Creek had become a caricature of itself, a place where the only thing that mattered was the next meal.

But amidst the jovial oblivion, a young girl named Lily began to notice the changes in her body and her family with a sense of joy. She had always been a curious soul, and the sudden shift in the town's collective consciousness made her happy. She had always wished for a fat world and now one was handed to her on an overflowing silver platter. She embraced it with full force. Growing larger than anyone else in her family. Blowing past even her dad's impressive 679 lbs. She was a testament to the town's gluttony.

Lily's mother, once a fit and active woman, grew increasingly thrilled about her daughter's health and the town's fate. She had seen the changes in Henry and the way his eyes had gained a spark. She knew that this path of endless eating could only lead somewhere glorious. Every day she ate more and more, wanting nothing more than for her family to be the fattest.

The townsfolk, now well over four hundred pounds, began to face new challenges. The cars in Willow Creek had to be replaced with larger vehicles, the local pool had to be reinforced to handle the weight of the bathers, and the town's old buildings needed to be upgraded. The town's council, too heavy to fit into their seats, held meetings via video conference, their screens flickering with the images of their bloated faces. They were all too enamored by their new lifestyle to care.

One day the barrier between the town and the outside world was lifted and a group of tourists stumbled upon the town. They had taken a wrong turn and found themselves surrounded by smiling faces that seemed to be floating on a sea of flesh. They were shocked by the sight, but the townspeople welcomed them with open arms, insisting they stay for a meal. The tourists, feeling a mix of horror and fascination, accepted. After all, they had never experienced hospitality quite like this before.

As the tourists tasted Henry's food, they too began to feel the effects of the mysterious plant. The flavors were unlike anything they had ever encountered, and their hunger grew insatiable. They devoured plate after plate, unable to resist the siren call of Henry's cooking. The townsfolk watched with delight, eager for new companions to share in their feasts.

But as the days turned into weeks and the tourists' waistlines grew alongside the locals', complacency began to creep into their hearts. They too were transformed and welcomed into Willow Creek, a haven for the obese. Slowly more people would enter the town and meet the same fate and slowly but surely, the obesity spread, bringing joy and hunger to more people until it spread across the state.

The outside world took notice of Willow Creek's transformation, and soon it became a destination for those seeking a life of unbridled indulgence. People from far and wide came to the town, lured by the legend of Henry's feasts and the promise of never-ending fullness. The town grew larger and larger, its population swelling with each new arrival.

Lily, now a young woman, had become the poster child for the town's newfound identity. Her once-lithe frame was now a monument to the power of the mysterious plant, and she reveled in the attention she received. She had grown so large that she could no longer leave her house without assistance, but she didn't care. In her eyes, she was the most beautiful person in the world.

Her mother, now tipping the scales at over five hundred pounds, watched her daughter with pride. She knew that they had found a sustainable way of life, and the thought of leaving behind the comforting embrace of food was too much to bear. And why would anyone want to leave this paradise of gluttony and obesity?

Everything was perfect. The grocery stores seemed to never run out, and the local farms seemed to tend themselves. No one had to lift a finger except to eat, eat, eat. The once-verdant fields surrounding Willow Creek had been paved over to make room for more housing and gardens that grew only the fattening fruits of Henry's secret plant.

And as the months turned into years, the town's resources only grew! The plants grew larger and the townspeople were morbidly obese and happy. They were busy enjoying their newfound lives of leisure and excess.

Nothing would ever go wrong. Everything was perfect and everyone was happy they were in a true utopia, no catches, nothing to bring anyone down. Only food and gluttony. And more people wanted to join this perfect way of life. Quickly settling in and growing fat on the town's food.

Soon the entire country adopted this way of life and there was not a single person under 400lbs in less than a year. The whole nation was thriving under obesity.

As the years went by, Willow Creek evolved into a metropolis of excess. Skyscrapers of steel and glass towered over the horizon, each floor designed to accommodate the ever-expanding waistlines of its residents. The streets were wide, with moving sidewalks to ease the burden of travel for those who could no longer walk. The once-quaint cottages were replaced with sprawling mansions equipped with conveyor belts to deliver Henry's creations to the eager mouths of the populace.

Lily had grown into a symbol of the town's prosperity. Her mother, now over six hundred pounds, was the mayor, her proud smile beaming from the town's billboards, encouraging visitors to indulge. The town's economy boomed as food companies from around the globe vied for a taste of the secret plant's fruit, hoping to replicate its effects for the masses. Henry, now an elusive figure, watched his creation from the shadows, his own weight a testament to his power.

The outside world had changed to accommodate the new norm. Fashion designers competed to create the most luxurious and comfortable clothing for the burgeoning population. Technology advanced to serve the immobile, with virtual reality systems allowing people to explore and interact without ever leaving their feeding stations. The town had become a mecca for the morbidly obese, a place where they could live without judgment or the need to diet.

It was as if the world was meant to be fat. Sickness and health issues were eradicated and all anyone had to do anymore was eat.

Lily had her own talk show, "Fat and Fabulous," where she interviewed guests from around the globe about their journey to Willow Creek. Her audience hung on every word, their eyes glazed with the same contentment that had consumed the town. The show was a hit, and her mother watched each episode with a swell of pride.

A young man named Tom had been born into this world of excess and had never known anything different. He was beyond happy in the confines of his chair. At just 18 years old he was already 774 lbs and immobile and he still wanted more. He was a professional eater. The only “sport” left in the world and he yearned to be the biggest, the best… THE FATTEST!

Tom’s mother, now over eight hundred pounds, had given up her own dreams of eating fame to manage his career. She watched his every bite with a mix of admiration and pride. Every meal was a competition, every mouthful a victory. Tom's cheeks jiggled with excitement as he broke record after record, his stomach expanding to glorious sizes.

By his 20th birthday, Tom had surpassed his mother's weight and was well on his way to 1200 lbs! He was thrilled! He ate 24/7 and won awards for his feets of gluttony. He was a national hero.

The world was perfect. No one knew what hunger, sickness, pain, or suffering was, and poverty had also been eradicated.

But amidst this utopia of gluttony, whispers began to spread. Some spoke of a time before the plant before everyone had been so...large. The elderly, whose memories stretched back further than anyone else's, spoke in hushed tones of a world where people could run and play without wheezing for breath. They talked of a time when clothes were not measured by the square foot and when the biggest challenge of the day was not deciding which button to pop off their pants next.

This talk only spurred the younger generation further into gluttony, as whispers from the elderly sounded truly awful to them. The thought of having to still walk after the age of six was horrific. Having to struggle in work, school or society was not something anyone wanted to go back to.

A young teenager, Rachel, who was Tom's younger sister, loved history and one day stumbled upon an ancient book in the town's library, buried under a pile of cookbooks and diet guides turned craft paper. It spoke of a world where food was not a god, but a mere necessity for survival. She was horrified! And as she crammed burgers into her mouth as she read she only grew happier that the world was not like that anymore. People used to suffer and worry about making enough money to feed themselves and their families but luckily now those were all just concerns of the past.

Her curiosity grew, and she began to dig deeper, finding old newspaper clippings and photos of a world where people didn't always have enough to eat and it greatly saddened her. She was very happy to live as she did now. Where no one knew hunger and no one knew stress. She was happy to live in a utopia.

One evening, Rachel decided to share her findings with her Grandma during a commercial break on "Fat and Fabulous." She approached her grandma’s chair, her eyes wide with excitement, clutching the ancient book to her chest. "Granny, did you know that there was a time when people didn't eat all day and still had to do things like work and exercise?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Her grandmother chuckled through a mouthful of a raspberry doughnut, “Of course dear, our family actually used to be quite poor. Your great-grandma, my mother, would struggle to make ends meet for the family and we went hungry many nights. But now, thanks to the wonderful gifts from Henry’s plant we never have to suffer again! Did you know I used to only weigh 98 lbs!” Granny said while rubbing her now 467 lbs belly. Rachel was shocked. She was so happy her family didn’t have to suffer anymore and also couldn’t comprehend anyone over the age of 5 weighing less than 100 lbs. She caressed her own 753 lbs belly that rested in her lap on her mobility scooter. Happier than ever to live such a wonderful and carefree life!

As Rachel shared her findings with her grandma, Tom had been preparing for the biggest eating competition of his life. The "Feast of the Behemoth" was a global event where the fattest and most talented eaters competed for the title of the world's biggest glutton. The prize was a lifetime supply of Henry's fruit and the adoration of millions.

On the day of the competition, the town's central park had been transformed into a colosseum of food. Stands of every conceivable snack and dish were laid out, the smells mixing into a cacophony of grease and sweetness that was both alluring and tantalizing. The crowd, a sea of jiggling flesh, roared as Tom rolled out onto the stage, his chair custom-made to hold his massive frame.

Tom's mother wiped a tear from her eye, watching her son with a mix of love and admiration. Rachel sat by her side, the ancient book forgotten as she cheered for her brother. The competition was fierce, with contestants from around the globe, each one larger than the last. Yet Tom's determination was unmatched. He had trained for this day, his stomach stretched to unimaginable limits.

At 21 years old and 1356 lbs, Tom won the competition. Stuffed beyond anything he’d ever felt before, he was triumphant! Happier than he knew was possible and his whole family cheered through mouths stuffed with pastries and snacks of their own!

The townsfolk erupted in jovial applause, their bodies shaking the very ground beneath them. The mayor, Lily's mother, declared a town-wide holiday in Tom's honor, and Henry himself, now over 90 years old, emerged from his seclusion to present the prize: a golden platter laden with the largest, most succulent fruits from his special plant.

Tom's victory brought a newfound sense of pride to Willow Creek, and the town's reputation grew even further. People from across the globe watched the event with envy, wishing they too could experience the boundless joy of the town's way of life. The plant's effects had not only made them immensely fat but had also created a society where weight was celebrated, where everyone was equal in their indulgence.

When Tom was just 1 year old the entire world had finally taken on Willow Creek's way of life. This was 50 years after Henry had first introduced the town to their gluttonous ways. Now 70 years since that point the whole world was fat. Not a slim person in sight and not a soul would want to change that.