The Instant Calorie Tsunami

Chapter 1

Liam stood in the mirror, flexing. At 180 lbs, he was muscular but undeniably soft around the middle—a perfect chubby man according to his feeder, Chloe. He was in his phase of "soft discipline," still hitting the gym twice a week, trying to pretend he still had a choice.

Chloe leaned against the doorframe, a tray in her hands laden with chocolate sheet cake, a pitcher of heavy cream, and a funnel. She was grinning, her eyes gleaming with predatory adoration.

"My sweet, waddling darling," she purred, her voice dripping with possessiveness. "We’re done pretending this is a slow burn. Mommy needs to see results, and she needs them now."

Liam's heart pounded, a mix of terror and exhilarating lust. "Chloe, what are you talking about? I've gained 30 lbs in three months!"

"Baby," she said, her voice turning hard and commanding, "I'm talking about the truth. You want to be a monument of pure gluttony. You want to be immobilized by my love. Tonight, we bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. Tonight, you become the half-tonne hog you were always meant to be."

She placed the tray down. The air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation. "I've cooked many Calories for you. And you’re not taking another breath until every single one is swallowed."

Chloe didn't wait. She grabbed the funnel and a massive jar of melted butter mixed with condensed milk. "Knees up, piggy," she commanded, forcing his legs up so his small, resistant belly was perfectly presented.

The feeding began with shocking speed. The mix was thick, warm, and overwhelmingly sweet. Liam gagged, but Chloe’s hand was firm on his jaw. "Swallow. Swallow for Mommy. Every gulp is a love letter."

As the liquid poured down, the transformation wasn't slow—it was an instant calorie tsunami.

Liam felt a violent, stretching sensation across his midsection. It wasn't the usual post-stuffing bloat; this was expansion from the inside out, almost instant cellular inflation. His abdomen, previously a gentle mound, swelled rapidly, pushing out like a massive, overinflated tire. The skin tightened painfully, and he let out a choked cry as the belly button vanished into a deep, puckered fissure between the upper and lower mass.

It was like being filled with hot cement. A dizzying mixture of intense pain and overwhelming sexual pleasure. The pressure was so immense, he felt like he would rupture.

His moobs, already sensitive, ballooned. The fatty tissue multiplied, transforming them into heavy, pendulous udders. They spilled over the edges of his chest, resting heavily on his burgeoning gut shelf. His nipples, already swollen, hardened, throbbing with the sudden, chaotic growth.

A deep, burning ache, followed by an intense, heavy gravity pulling them down.

His XXL t-shirt, already tight, split first with a sharp rip across the chest and a desperate snap as the lower seam surrendered to his expanding waistline. The loose sweatpants he wore were barely hanging on, his hips growing wide and soft, forcing the elastic waistband to slice into his flesh, creating deep, painful rolls. "Look at you explode!" Chloe squealed, rubbing the straining elastic.

The liquids continued. Chloe moved onto the cake, shoving massive handfuls into his already full mouth, chasing it with gulps of thick cream.

"You're past the point of no return, piggy. Every painful stretch, every wheeze, is proof you belong to me."

Liam could no longer keep his eyes open. He was pinned to the couch, his head light, his body heavy. His weight felt astronomical. He tried to move his legs, but the thighs had become monstrous, fused into one continuous, chafed cushion that spilled off the sides of the couch. The muscles, unable to support the sudden, unbelievable load of fat, felt useless, mushy.

His breathing was ragged, shallow, and noisy—a desperate, wet wheeze. The sheer volume of fat pressing against his diaphragm made every breath a conscious, painful effort.

He tried to lift his arm to wipe the cream from his chin, but his arms were too thick and heavy, covered in rolls that jiggled sluggishly. His own body was his prison. Immobility had set in.


Hours later, the feeding tray was empty. Liam was conscious but completely helpless. He had become a mountain of flesh, a monument to Chloe’s insatiable desire.

Chloe climbed onto his growing mountain, placing her weight on his quivering belly. She was careful to avoid his crushed, struggling manhood, which was now irrevocably swallowed by the fat pad above it.

"Look at you," she murmured, her hands kneading the elastic rolls of his hips, tracing the deep, crimson stretch marks that covered him like fierce maps. "You're 450 lbs, maybe 500 lbs now. You can't move. You can't clean yourself. You can barely breathe without me. You belong to Mommy."

She looked into his eyes, now wide and dazed with realization. "Your life is now simplified, baby. Sleep, eat, come. That's it."

As she entered him with her toy, rocking against the massive, soft expanse of his gut, Liam let out a pathetic groan. The friction of the movement, the pressure of his own massive belly resting against his thighs, was agonizingly, obscenely erotic.

He was a sweaty, wheezing, panting mess. But as Chloe began to whisper all the fattening plans she had for him—the constant feeding, the dependency, the sheer weight—he climaxed violently, a desperate, shuddering surrender.

He had become the greedy, slobbering hog he was always meant to be. And he loved every crushing, helpless pound of it.