Dreaming of Immobility

Chapter 1

The bright sunlight of a new day streams through your dust coated blinds, your tired, bleary eyed fluttering open gently as you attempt to reposition yourself a little. Of course, you'd need your girlfriend's help to move more than a fraction of a millimetre, it had been a long time since you'd been able to do that stuff yourself.

Still, you always tried not to worry too much about it, it was way too much effort as she always said, and besides, why worry when you can just drown out your anxiety with food? It was much easier, and these days you didn't even have to lift your flabby arms very often, seeing as your GF would simply curl up next to you and feed you, your bed was more comfy anyway.

You'd met years ago, back when you were fat within reason. She'd been instantly enamoured with your lifestyle, apparently nerds were her thing. Of course it was only several years after that she'd admitted to having fattened you up, to being a feeder, to being absolutely obsessed with making you fatter for her.

You'd thought about leaving, but her overly loving manner had left you a little too codependent, and that was several years ago, when you could still walk, now your butt alone can practically break anything you try to sit on, wide, pale and flabby, like everything else.

Almost on queue, your door swung open, pushing a pile of empty food wrappers along with it. Your gorgeous girlfriend entered. She was slim yet curvy, with long red hair and striking blue eyes. She was, of course, pushing your food cart, something she'd bought around a year ago as your appetite got too big to simply carry your meals by hand.

"Good morning cutie, are you ready?" She asks, unloading the cart and placing everything on her side of the bed, a space that was rapidly diminishing thanks to your ever expanding body. She straddles one of your enormous, roll covered thighs, slowly running her hands down from your chest, down your immense, soft belly, groping your lower roll and squeezing until she forced a moan from your plump lips.

She takes a plate of food, carefully picking up one of several burgers that were crammed onto it with one hand, and slowly reaching below your belly with the other, making contact with your sweaty fupa before moving down just a little more. Linking orgasms with food had always been a priority for her, she knew that it motivated you, and kept you well within her grasp.

She alternates between stuffing you with large mouthfuls of food, and slowly getting you off, your body tensing, causing it to wobble rhythmically. You're aware that she intends to edge you until your finished, an endless cycle of torment, pushing you to eat whatever she wants you to.

"Sweetie-pie, if you want to cum I'm gonna need you to agree to something" she adds tenderly, her voice sounding like the sweetest honey, causing you to melt. "I've been thinking, you really need to get bigger for me sweetie, so…" she paused, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, feeding you another large bite before continuing "I'm thinking we go for liquid foods, I know we've gotten you drinking food up to like 70% of the time, but I think it's time to make that 100%, don't you?"

You let out a moan as she carefully bites down on your soft, fat neck, your pudgy toes flexing as you almost orgasm, yet of course she's not ready for you to cum just yet. "I know you want to make me happy, so just agree to get even fatter for me my little piggy, I can make this so much fun".

You can't think straight, especially as she bends down to kiss your inner thighs. Another moan, escapes your lips as you silently nod, her face instantly lighting up. She switches to actually getting you off as she feeds you the last burger, your eyes almost rolling back as you feel an increased wetness between your already sweaty inner thighs. Finally you feel it, a wave of euphoria hitting as you let out one final moan. She snuggles up to your chest, wrapping her slender arms around your neck, kissing you passionately.

This is your life now. Food, video games and cum. You might smell like sweat and cum 24/7, being fat too fat to waddle to the shower, let alone fit into it, and you can't do anything meaningful for yourself, but at least you get to spend the rest of your life with a beautiful woman who's obsessed with your enormous body.