Chapter 1 - Becoming my Story

It was never supposed to be me. I was never supposed to be fat... and just fat was being modest.

Oct 2024

I'd just finished writing my latest weight gain story. As usual, I clicked post on the numerous feeder forums I was a part of, leant back in my chair and reached for my vibrator.

The story had been a continuation of my most popular story, a series where I imagined the bitchy girls Id grown up being friends with fattening up bigger and bigger, taking dark turns as they became impossibly fat. Truth is, in real life, I'd got hot and sweaty watching my friends Izzy and Casey fatten up. They'd reached around 350lbs, Izzy all hips and thighs, Casey all belly and boobs.

But I wanted them bigger. Fatter. And so I explored that in my stories. It was a sick and twisted way of me exploring my fantasies.

Plus, imagining them and fat and revelling in their weight gain was a great distraction from my deepest desires.

At 26, I'd managed to maintain toned, sexy frame. I was one of a few smoke shows in my friend group, even if I lacked any form of ass and boobs - a sharp contrast to the two fatties in the group.

"How do you do it Cleo," Izzy would ask.

"I just know when to put down the fork," I'd often reply, my pussy growing wet at the dominant persona I would hide under.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I slid the vibrator in thinking of the two fatties and dramatic, fattening demise I'd written for them in the final chapter of my weight gain series.

My mind raced, recounting their gainer journey from start to finish... Blowing up, up, uuuuupppp!

*Ding*

My eyes opened and I attempted to steady my breath. I often received messages when I posted new stories - a lot of spam... But this one's subject sent a shiver down my spine.

"Your Turn."

I just had to open it, even in the horny trance I'd worked myself up into.

I wonder if I'd known how how life altering of a message it was, would I have opened it? I might not have been able to help myself.

*Click*

"Maybe it's time you eat," was all the message went on to say.

My heart began to race weirdly fast. I sat there, cursor flashing...

"I've never been much of a gainer myself lol," I typed, "I just like writing stories about my fat friends haha"

Why did telling the truth suddenly feel like I was lying?

"But what if you did eat?" the stranger replied quickly, before promptly following up with, "You've got to have thought of it before?"

"Hahaha, no, I could never," I bit my lip, "I'm the skinny friend."

"That's a shame," the stranger once again replied at an intense speed, and his messages continued to ding into my inbox.

"You write stories about your FRIENDS literally fattening to death, that's so fucked up... YOU deserve to be fattened."

"I know it's messed up, but their so bitchy anyways!" was my best attempt at justifying my actions.

"No." The bluntness of this message sent shivers down my spine.

An eternity passed.

"You deserve their fate."

I sat their processing, unconsciously sliding my vibrator back into my pulsating pussy.

"I can see it. You writing stories about your fat friends, deflecting your darkest desires. But eventually you'll start eating as you write. Monthly at first. Then weekly. Eventually you'll be staying up every night, waiting for everyone to go to sleep so that you can waddle your way into your office and begin stuffing your face as you write. Feeling humiliated as you grow as your characters did. Your hips widening, pushing against the sides of your creaking office chair as your belly begins to spill out pushing you further and further away from the keyboard. Eventually you'll be straining to reach your desk and and you'll develop neck pains from having to pear over your colossal chest every night to see what you're typing. You're going to get huge. So eat."

I was in a frenzy, hot and sweaty, and before I knew it I'd made a return journey from the fridge with my roommates protein shake, some leftover Chinese from the weekend half a store bought mud cake that was meant to last me a few weeks."

"I'm eating," was all I could write as I shoveled food into my mouth like a pig with one hand, while the other returned to be vibrators. Fuck this was good.


Jan 2025

Christmas had been chaos. Food. So much food. And so much encouragement.

And at a point, I started shifting the focus of my stories to the feeder being fattened up... And shifting the descriptions of them to being a description of me. A hot bombshell blonde with a tiny waist, growing thicker and thicker. I was literally writing myself into my stories, just with a different name.

My ass, hips and thighs were taking most of the gain, though my belly wasn't far behind. I'd never been gifted with big breasts, but all of sudden I'd found myself in a D cup.

Christmas with family had been fun.

"Cleo, are you ok?"

"Hunny, you've eaten too much."

Born into a slim family, even at the early stages of my gain I was the biggest in my family.

Meanwhile, the stranger, who went by the name Piggy Feeder, had convinced me to start posting progress photos on my page. Instantly they went viral.

"She's exactly like her character!" one commenter said.

"Watch out fatty, you might end up like Izzy or Casey!" Said another.

These comments just made me tingle even more, so I ate even more.

Plus, the encouragement of Piggy Feeder never ceased. "Eat. Grow, pig. Fatten. Eat more. More. More." And I always ate more.

In really life, Izzy and Casey never mentioned my gain, but it was impossible that they hadn't noticed it. Nightly they'd walk into the kitchen and find me in a sports bra and sweatpants, belly beginning to roll onto my lap as I shoveled ice cream into my hand with one hand and wrote a twisted 'fiction' feeder to feedee role reversal tale with the other. My chubby ass would be parked up on on a stool and I could tell Izzy would asses it's growing size as she waddled passed. Though her waddle seemed a little less pronounced lately.

One day, Piggy Feeder hit my inbox with a message that would change everything.

It was the ingredients for a weight gain shake, an extremely fattening one.

"Each of these will be 3,000 calories. Have one before bed every day."

That night I made one and chucked it down like one of my characters. It was thick, creamy and chocolatey. I chugged it down in 2 minutes, my belly instantly bloating out.

"That was so good," I replied.

My stomach roared from all the shit I'd just pumped in there.

"Have another then," he replied.

I paused, catching my breath as my heart thumped, fingers tracing my softening belly.

"Now fatty." he pushed.

And that's all it took. Within minutes I'd crafted another shake and was chugging it rapidly, bloating out out out.

He didn't even have to tell me to have one the following morning. I just woke up bloated and horny and wanted one, then another, then another. 9,000 calories before I'd event left for work, before 8am. This was bad. It had to stop.


July 2025

It didn't stop. It got worse.

The shake increased. 3 with breakfast. 3 with lunch. 4 with dinner. And that's without mentioning the insane amounts of food I was being teased and manipulated into eating at every meal.

I was growing. Fast. My ass had formed into a shelf that swayed behind me as walked noticeably slower around the share house. My hips had widened considerably while my belly now hung to cover my pussy and was begging to slap on my thighs.

"You look like a Plump Princess a couple of years ago" one feeder said.

I supposed my pear shaped body and blonde hear really did make me look like her younger self.

Every second of the day I thought about eating and growing fatter. If it wasn't Piggy Feeder it was another follower DMing me, constantly thought out the day, egging me on and making me too flustered to think twice about my transformation.

Over the last few months they'd egged me on so that I'd work from home everyday. That way I could always have my messenger apps open on one screen, always be egged on and always be eating.

Surprised looks greeted me whenever I joined a Teams meeting. Had my face really gotten noticeably fatter? Or was it my chins? Or the rounding of my shoulders, that were threatening to consumer my neck.

One day I was sat in a long meeting with most of my 20 person team and the stakeholders of one of our biggest clients.

I sat crammed into my shrinking office chair, love handles overflowing.

*Ding*

"Time to feed fatty. It's shake time," Piggy Feeder demanded.

"In a meeting," I replied.

"I don't care, Piggy needs to eat to reach her destiny."

It was that easy. I was that easy.

Instantly I flicked my webcam off with my chubby hands and pulled a 10L jug of shake out of the mini fridge under my desk. I'd prep this jug daily so that I could top up my glass every day. Piggy Feeder knew this.

I went to fill my glass - *ding*

Piggy Feeder hit my inbox again.

"You couldn't have the whole jug, could you?"

The meeting rambled on in the background, fading out while I stared at the massage.

"Only a real piggy could chug 10L's of shake in one go."

I gulped, then typed my response.

"I am a real piggy."

And with that, I held the jug above my head and began to chug. I could feel myself filling out, my stomach creeping further across my lap ominously. If only I'd know the mistake I'd Just made.

10 minutes later and gasping for air, I slammed the jug down on my desk. Finally, my senses were coming back. The murmuring of the meeting began to creep back in, only now it wasn't murmuring, it was-

"Cleo! Cleo what the fuck!"

I jolted up right, chair creaking, the sudden movement causing my blouse to split open and the button on my pants to pop off. The release of pressure sent me surging out wards and my belly slapped loudly on the table.

"Jesus Christ."

"That explains a lot."

It turns out that I hadn't told Piggy Feeder I was a real piggy, I'd told the chat of the Teams Meeting. In response, my boss had turned on my mic to find out what I meant. Everyone hurd me chugging, moaning and gurgling. So then they'd turned on my webcam and watched me me chug and grow and grow.

I'd never been so embarrassed.

And I never worked their again. Fired on the spot.

That night, while shoveling ice cream to mask my sorrows, I explained to my feeder devil what had happened.

"How am I supposed to pay rent?" I asked.

"You could always use your gain. Get people to pay you to eat. Send them videos of you stuffing or roleplaying what they like. I'll pay you daily for a personalised stuffing sesh and I know a lot of other people would too."

I paused, hand resting on my now fat belly.

"But I'd get really big, really fast."

"Just do it until you're back on your feet," he replied, "350lbs now, that's nothing in this community. You can get a bit bigger and it won't change much. Just keep going until you find another job."

I swallowed, licked the bottom of the empty 5L ice cream tub and began writing up a new announcement on my forums...


Nov 2026

Turns out that spending every day feeding yourself for the enjoyment of others would only make the situation worse. I was growing and growing and growing.

"How fat do you think we can make her?" one follower asked.

"I don't think she'd be able to stop if she tried," said another.

They were wrong. I could stop. I would stop. I was just waiting on the right job to come up and apply for. This situation, and the weight, was only temporary. 400lbs of temporary fat. I'd slim down next year after I'd got a new job, for sure!

I was getting big all over, but people described me constantly as a pair shape. My panties were huge, resting on the top of my flared hips and being eaten by my elephant sized ass crack. Seriously, people would post comparison pics of my ass and an elephants.

They loved to humiliate me. And that made me eat more. Each day more than the last.

We had a system set up where people could order me food. One weekend, I worked with Doordash to create a live event; A 48 hour feeding Livestream, where people could order me whatever they wanted for 48 hours and I had to eat. Legally, with Doordash on as sponsor, I literally had to eat it all. Obviously people took advantage of it, ordering family meals of kfc, McDonalds, Burger King... I plumped up, up, up.

After the first hour I already regretted it. But I legally had to keep eating. I'd vomit in my mouth and be forced to swallow it back down. My as expanded. My stomach churned, dropping closer and closer to the floor. I was becoming a proper big girl.

A few weeks later, after demolishing 5 cheeseburgers just for fun, my roommates called out as they headed to the door. "See you Cleo!"

I'd hardly seen them lately, finding myself increasing locked in my bedroom and stuffing myself for money. But today I was feeling lonely, I wanted to hang out with my friends.

I heaved myself out of bed, belly slapping down onto my thighs and swaying ominously as I waddled my growing fat ass towards them, stepping sideways through the bedroom on the way.

As I took my last few thunderous steps towards them, I was shocked at what I saw.

Both Izzy and Casey were so much smaller. Their bodies tanned, still curvy, but very, very stereotypically fit. They wore white tennis attire, with skin tight tops and a short skirts that left little to the imagination.

I caught my breath... "Where are you going?"

"Out to tennis," Izzy replied, her newly chizzled face smirking.

"Can I come?" I asked desperately, resting my hands on my oversized hips. It'd been a few months since I'd been able to have my arms hang vertically - my spare tyre causing them to constantly be resting on the soft cushion.

"Ummm," the two trimmer girls looked at each other, "I dunno Cleo, we go pretty hard out there."

"I've always been good at tennis though!" I replied recalling all the times I'd destroyed my roommates at the sport, my skinny, athletic body too fast and flexible for them to keep up. Things had changed.

The two looked at each other, awkwardly. "Sure."

"Great, let me just get dressed," I replied, lumbering myself back into my bedroom to put on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a sports bra. The sweats creaked, pulled tight around my globular ass cheeks as I waddled back to meet the girls.

I could I looked a mess in comparison to them. Not only were each of my planet-sized ass cheeks visible through the painted on sweats, but my now bludging boobs were bursting from the the black sports bra. I heard a tiny thread snap and looked around my bulging body to make sure I was safe, back roles forming in the process. All clear. I had to do a double take on the white stripe, stretching up the sides of my black pants. It looked warped and distorted, being pulled in all directions.

"Good to go, girls," I panted, wadling after the girls, ignoring as my fat hips brushed the doorway on the way out.

---

The tennis game was, as you'd expect, not very good. I didn't return a single serve, finding it impossible to heave my cumbersome body around the court in time. I panted hard and constantly, my chest rising. After a few minutes, the girls convinced me to "sit out for 10." I could tell they were genuinely worried, but also wanted to play an actual game.

I watched Casey and Izzy zoom around, able to return serves and get a competitive rally going. They leaped back and forth, causing their tiny white sports skirts to fling up and reveal their now significantly more toned upper thighs. I squeezed mine in comparison. So soft. Not an ounce of bone or muscle in site.

"Cleo are you ok?" the girls stopped and asked.

Christ, I was on autopilot. I had become so accustomed to eating constantly, that I hadn't even noticed that I'd ordered some Uber Eats and was now scoffing it down my jiggly jowls with one hand and aggressively massaging my flab with the other.

"Mmmmf, yeah," I replied though a mouthful of McDonald's.

"Want to come have a go?"

"I'm good for now, thanks!"

The girls continued to play. And continued to eat. And eat. And eat. I ordered more, it came fast - so convenient. So I ate it fast. Another order. Oft my belly was tight. More food though please.

Izzy and Cleo continued to bounce around the court, every now and then checking in.

My sweatpants creaked and I let out a loud burp. The two former fatties seemed to pick up the pace of their rally.

Eventually, they were ready for home.

"Wait, mffft, wait," I cried from the floor of the court, struggling to uncross my fat legs. "I haven't played since we got here."

Cleo and Izzy exchanged glances, they were exhausted from the two hours of intense workout.

Slowly, I got to my feet, belly hanging lower than before.

Thud. Thud.

I made my way over to one side of the court.

"Who wants to challenge me?"

Izzy took one for the team, making no effort to hide her disgruntlement. If only she knew the stories I'd written about her.

Suddenly, a ball hurtled at me like a bullet. I had no chance to react, and it bounced right off my belly, causing me to step back suddenly, my sweats to cream and my stomach to jiggle.

"Sorry," she said.

The next one came fast, this time I was able to return it, then it came back, heading just a few meters to my right. I charged at it, the food inside me churning, stomach rumbling in pain. I missed it completely.

My breasts heaved heavily with my chest, rising up to my chins.

"Last ball," Izzy declared, before muttering to herself, "unless you want me to start bouncing you around."

This one came at me slower, again I returned it. But then it came back, further away this time. I charged at it, my wrecking ball ass jiggling, slapping as I thundered across the court. And as I reached a fatty arm out, the impossible happened.

Boom! I returned the ball.

Snap! My sweatpants gave out.

The elastic split in two, and the seams down my ass crack jolted apart, causing my body to surge out rapidly, free from it's confines. My legs stumbled further apart as my thighs burst free and thickened.

In a panic, I turned around, attempting to scope out the damage when - THUD!

I felt something fly into my ass cheeks, clogging my ass hole.

"Oh shit."

Izzy had return the ball between she'd been able to react my incident.

I stood there in all my fat glory, overhang hiding my porky pussy and the tennis ball clogging the ravine of my ass cheeks.

"Let's get you home," Izzy muttered awkwardly.

And as I waded back to the car, all I could think about were two things.

"Damn, this will make a great premium story for my followers."

And...

"Would it be weird if I asked them to stop at the drive thru?"