Chapter 1

Samantha was a young rising talent as an online sex streamer, a quiet, humble and sweet girl, she had a small following of fans bearing little donations here and there. Sam was quite slim, but had recently started gaining and so had a slight bulge from her stomach in the middle. She made a modest amount over a year, taking off her shirt on the internet and fulfilling the requests of strangers to stuff her guts with food they bought her. She enjoyed the work and extra money, but being quite innocent, Sam had some mild reservations about exposing herself.

Numbers were dwindling, she had recently lost a couple of consistent feeders displeased with how slowly she was gaining. Comments also followed on her posts, calling her a baiter, a false gainer. She felt a little guilty at the accusations, she was a gainer, but was she acting like it? Sam hatched a plan, she would launch a promotion for her content, where she would eat all that was donated to her in one week. She didn’t have many sponsors, so she figured it would be quite manageable. Sam was excited for the week ahead, she believed her high metabolism was holding her back and hoped the promotion would bring a semi-constant stuffing.

The first few days were slow, Sam was sponsored every meal plus some in between. It was not as much as she really wanted, but appreciated the support. She dreamed of being quite chubby far down the line, with a goal of adding 55 kilos to her 75 kilogram frame. On Wednesday, the third day of her stuffing, she had no sponsors all morning. Her stomach began to grumble by noon and she was considering making herself something, she sighed, disappointed her plan had not gone as steadily as she hoped. Suddenly, a number flashed on her donation list,
“$100 - As much ice cream as you can buy. From: Anon.”
She was met with a little mixed emotion, while she appreciated the donation, it seemed like a lot of ice cream, although since she hadn’t eaten all day, she was inclined to oblige.
“Ha. Sounds fun.” She chuckled.

She began stuffing herself with ice cream. She ate a litre quickly, finishing it in fifteen minutes. The second went down a little easier, devouring it in ten minutes. Halfway through, she looked slightly strained and let out a light moan.
“Ugh.” She grunted before shovelling a large spoonful of rocky road ice cream into her mouth. Now $30 into the binge, she continued with gusto, soon polishing off the second litre. She took a while longer to finish a third litre, her capacity waning.
“I might take a small break, chat. See you later.” Sam played a few video games for the afternoon, lazing about, allowing the enormous amount of ice cream to digest. She had no more donations, but still had to finish this ice cream by the end of the week. She figured she may as well eat a little as she played and get through some more, just in case the donations started rolling in.
She returned to the stream at 6pm having devoured four litres of ice cream over the past six hours. Her belly was pulling her shirt outward, a small flab hanging below the hem. The viewer count was increasing as people watched the girl devour another litre rapidly, she approached the $100 mark.

Sam’s belt was undone, it was digging into her bulging middle by the time she finished her sixth litre. Her fly folded open, exposing a small mound of fat. She was just a little chubby, but at least a few litres of the ice cream would be packed straight onto her growing belly and thighs.
“Watch out for pointy things…” one user wrote in chat. Sam giggled and blushed at the thought of being so taught and full that she might pop.
“Ohh I will… I’m so stuffed I better be careful.” She teasingly faked a moan while holding her belly. “Ok chat, I think I’m going to say goodnight for now! I’ll see you all to-“ Sam paused. A flash of a new donation appeared before her. Sam’s stomach dropped, turned upside-down and inside out, but not from all the ice cream, although that didn’t help.
“$250,000 - Bye fatty. From: ;) “ the message was soon buried in chat responses as she glared in disbelief at the news.
“Um. Ok.” Was all she could exasperatedly choke. She sat and digested what she had just read. Sam didn’t really understand the gravity of having received such a large donation, she didn’t think it was too ambitious. The chat exploded with messages;
mistabigg7: Oh my god she’s going to get so huge!!!
makeugainlotz: BIGBACK BIGBACK
bigges_pigges: It’s over for her.

Over the coming days, she would order masses of food with the bank given to her. It would take longer than a week, but she vowed to deliver on her promise and planned the next month of stuffing. From then on she ate like a starved pregnant pig, voraciously binging fatty meals for main courses and wolfing down sugar-filled desserts afterward, 4 meals a day with snacks in between. In the first week she gained a whopping 11 kilograms. Sam’s stomach protruded forth very noticeably, her thighs thickened and her cup size increased. In the second week she amassed 12 kilograms. By the middle of the third week, she had to buy new clothes as her old shirts rode up her belly as soon as she stretched them over, and her pants no longer even tried to zip up. Pouches of fat arose all over her body.

As her weight increased, so did Sam’s viewer count. Sam logged onto her stream every morning, surrounded by piles of her breakfast. She was greeted with a variety of messages ranging from tease to praise to borderline obscene.
“So fat and happy!”
“Look at the pig scoffing two hash browns at once.”
“How much to hand-feed the ***?”
She was content gaining, while it was a shock receiving such a big donation and all this food at once, it was bringing her quickly closer to her goal. She loved how her weight felt too, constantly feeling her softening belly on stream. Sam’s belly was her most noticeable feature, a globular gut hanging in front of her when she walked and spilling into her lap when she sat. She was sure her ass was soon to follow suit, sometimes she could swear she felt the fat physically piling on.

Sam continued to swell at a tremendous pace and her gaining only accelerated as the weeks flew by. By the end of the month she felt like she was in a blur of feeding, a frenzy that seemed it would never cease. Her only thoughts were about what she was eating, what her next meal was, and the messages appearing in her stream chat. Sam’s fans watched her turn from a little chubby into a 123-kilogram fat girl. She was in a growing bliss, she enjoyed how her huge ass hung over the sides of the gaming chair. Her belly and ass both desperately reached outward, the bottom of her gut dropping just over the top of her crotch. Another wardrobe was funded, but Sam allowed her fans to select her clothing. A revealing, perfectly-sized, ergo soon-to-be-redundant, selection was made. She recently realised how sexy she felt growing on stream, all these people here to watch her beautiful body become enormous, here to watch her make a magnificent pig of herself. She felt sexier with every kilogram, every gram even, and every bite.

Sam inspected herself in a vertical mirror, it made her feel so fat as she noticed her once-curves now bulged outward, rounding her form. Her waist and belly expanded beyond the sides of the mirror while she stood well in-frame. She was nearly at her goal of 130kg, but she was slightly worried. Sam had only spent about $12,000 of the donation. One day while considering these numbers, she became quite concerned.
“Chat… I’m nearly at my goal and it’s been a great journey, but there’s still $238,000 left…” Sam said, she had a puzzled and lost look in her eyes.
“Too bad.”
“Keep eating, piggy.”
The chat showed no sympathy or mercy.
“What am I going to do? Do I just stop?” She asked, now fearing a little.
“No.”
“Nope.”
“You did this to yourself.”
The chat was remorseless. Her fans wanted to see her fatter, she felt obliged to continue but had to take a stand. She thought for a second, before saying,
“I think I’m going to stop at my goal of 130kg. Thank you for the donation. If you reach out to me, I will validate you’re real and refund you.” She said calmly, with a nervous smile. Her eyes were afraid of the possibility of gaining much much more than 130kg.
“See you in court.” A chat popped up. She read the username, “ ;) “.


Sam felt incredibly out of her depth in the courtroom. It was a formal case being over a large sum of money, but it was televised as part of a reality tv show given her status as known in certain circles and a very small part of the public, although, she felt very public at the moment. She hadn’t really left her room in the past two months and was not used to being out and about while so much larger than she was prior. She frequently had to pull down her shirt over her round middle, only just too small to cover her entire figure. The case was fairly straightforward, who would force anyone to eat so much food? Nonetheless, the judge proceeded with the case. The judge sat for a moment after hearing comments from both parties, the donor was not present but had a lawyer representative. The judge continued with the verdict.
“Miss Samantha… it is with my duty as a judge in the law of this land, and a law with which I sometimes oppose yet must uphold… to have you complete your contract and contribute at least half of the remaining funds to your… rapid weight gain…” The judge said, hesitantly but professionally. The court erupted with murmurs. Most people present hadn’t heard of feedism, much less someone being forced to eat over a hundred thousand dollars of food. Some became incredibly antsy at the prospect.
“Quiet.” The judge said sternly and the courtroom hushed . Sam’s head hung down, she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything. Sam was to gain at the rate she had been until she spent at least $110,000 on food. The court ruled that any more would be unfair, but she still thought it was an entirely absurd number.
Sam didn’t stop streaming and now had many viewers and fans. The streaming doubled as confirmation that she was reaching her gain quota of at least 12 kilograms per week, though as she got larger, she fulfilled this with ease. Some weeks, Sam would gain 17-18 kilograms. In a month she was well on her way to becoming a whale. She sat planted, slightly spilling over the place, a globular mound of fat for a body, lolling around a little. Her arms and legs were still well defined but her thighs were tree trunks, her ass a beautiful mosaic of cellulite, and her arms approaching the thickness of her thighs when she was 75kg.
At first she was appalled and terrified for her future. She would begrudgingly pile food into her mouth, pouting at the camera as she did, although after the first month, she began to accept her fate. Sam was still in a haze of feeding, the court case was only a small speed bump and her gaining spirit was unwavering, especially as she fattened beyond 200kg. There were no prospects of the future to be afraid for, all she could think about was what she was eating and how obese she felt.
“Oh my god I’m so fucking fat. Someone stop me, I’m being made into a pig, stop them, actually, making me eat.” Was all Sam could say, she wasn’t exactly sentenced to prison, but she was becoming imprisoned in her own fat body. Her furthering acceptance and belief that she wanted this too reduced her to a very hungry, self-absorbed mass.
“I’m so fat. Have to eat more. Must eat. More food.” She moaned, forgetting why she had to eat but knowing good and well that she had to. Every day, Sam’s belly was stuffed more than it ever had been before. She was rapidly bulging and stretching outwards. Her arms and legs were becoming buried in her bloated heavy rolls as she passed 250kg, her neck and three chins sinking into her body. Just above was her open mouth, always ready for the next spoonful. She employed full-time feeders, saving her the exhaustion. She had once laughed at the idea of ballooning up to an impossible figure, but was now well on her way to becoming a globular butterball whose only means of movement is being rolled around by a couple of other people. She also found the only way she was satisfied, and the only way she could even get off, was if was if she was filled with several litres of ice cream or many huge portions of fried food.
Deep down, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, how horrible it was to completely lose herself like this. She could do nothing against the state-mandated, forced-feeding she was subject to. The comments in her stream chat often reinforced the idea that she was livestock, or at least fed like an animal being fattened on a farm. She couldn’t ignore them and felt it was true, she could relate more to pigs than humans. Sam’s lifestyle and physique wasn’t much different from a pig’s at all. Sam was fattened intensely into a lardous mountain of a woman. By 300kg, her gaining began to steady. Her immense jiggly body rounding into a smooth globular form, her legs small stumps with feet poking out from her gargantuan fat body, her arms similar. Sam’s body rippled and swayed like dense jelly as she flapped her hands, a signal for her feeders to go faster, or for a full-body massage.

Sam had eaten $70,000 of the donation, but was reaching her capacity. She found breathing was becoming vaguely restrained, but often she pondered how beautifully immense she had become. Sometimes she cringed at herself, but other times she felt somewhat powerful, all these people were serving her food, massaging her, looking after her. She could just sit there and get fat. Sam did need a special kind of attention soon though, and a doctor arrived as she approached 340kg.
“Hi, I’m Dr Edwards.” He introduced himself confidently, but he was evidently taken aback by the behemoth of a girl planted in front of him.
“Hello.” Sam said bluntly. She found the doctor’s presence confronting, but felt it could only be a good thing.
“I came to see how you’re going, and give you something to help, perhaps.” He said, caringly. Sam was interested, her eyes gleamed a little as she turned her head to look at him.
“Yes, see, modern medicine hasn’t gone so far as to easily reverse weight gain, or rather, increase calorie expenditure, but we have developed methods of making the human body far more tolerant to fat. This is all achieved in the convenience of a pill.” The doctor explained with a smile.
“Yes.” She said simply.
She began the pill regime immediately, all her discomforts were alleviated, she was far more tolerant to the fat, with the only caveat being that the drug increases the speed of weight gain. She grew faster than ever, but fortunately could also consume larger volumes of food and grow to an impossibly huge size, bringing her closer to $110,000 of food. She was soon 400kg, all she could think about was food and becoming even larger. She grew impossibly spherical, with stunted fat appendages and bulges of her ass, belly and gigantic breasts. Her growth was almost visible, she became greatly blubberfied as she ballooned to 450kg. She didn’t expand much more outward in any way past 50kg of growth, but rather filled her skin taught like a balloon. Stretch marks tore across her and she became a blush hot red across her belly from the tightness. Her stream chat taunted her,
“I’d get a pin.”
“She could pop at any second lol”
“Don’t touch anything!!!”
“Someone help her! She’s going to burst!”
“RIP. I see her ripping.”
She was thrown into disarray at the messages, her head sunk into her bloating body, both from shame and from the fat of her shoulders rising like sourdough around her. Sam was never not adding to her fat, she had been permanently stuffed for months now. She was a machine of indefinite fat accumulation, never empty, always adding to her form.
Luckily for her, she was nearly at the donation quota, she was nearly free of this force-feeding… nightmare?
With one more dessert stuffing of 12 litres of ice cream, she made it past the $110,000 mark. She would be grateful, but could barely comprehend it as she could only groan as her body swayed and creaked with pressure. At 550kg of bulging lard, she rested on her pussy and ass, her feet slightly raised from the ground to the sides. Ecstasy would engulf her as her clitoris pressed against the hard wooden floor, and pain would take over as her tightening skin felt almost hot. She existed in this wave of pleasure and pain as the feeders left her, having completed their contracts just as she now had. A couple of feeders remained, volunteering to care for her for their own pleasure and from befriending her. She also had the unrelentless, horny group of admirers if she ever needed anything, although, she didn’t really need for anything more than to be stuffed constantly, content with living her life as a gigantic, overfed butterball.