chapter 3

After my first binge is gone I snack on heavy cream and a case of Lil Debbie cosmic brownies.
I open up my laptop, and start to weed out and close the Tabs of SSBBW/SSBHM and feedist porn videos and tumblr blogs from last nights masturbation session. Though it's a laughable prospect to think I could reach my dick anymore, I squirt lube in the pathetic hole in the middle of my fatpad that houses the thing I call a dick. When I was at a respectable weight, it was around 5 and a half inches. As I gained, not only did the fat around it swell, but my member shrunk like crazy. If it were to be measured I'd bet it would clock at about 3 inches or less. Most guys would be petrified by losing their dick to gluttony. I can nearly come from just the sheer thought. After squeezing the lube into the cavernous hole I shake the part of the fatpad that I can reach and cum on the spot. Just thinking about last nights session makes my tiny pecker stiff as a board, and before I know it I'm instinctually struggling to rip off my shorts so i can jerk off again. I saw a picture of an SSBBW gainer I knew from a few years back. I followed her when I was a young feedee, learning about myself and growing slightly, Though only 240 pounds then I
had a hefty belly and set of man breasts. I wasn't a freak, but definitely a big guy.

I found this girl, who weighed about 487 pounds when I first followed her. Her blog was nothing but pictures of food, weed, her growing body, and other growing bodies.

The epitome of a feedee, she was gluttony and sloth personified. She smoked grams on grams of weed daily, and popped pills and cigarettes. She also ate more than thought humanly possible every day. 3 large pizzas and 2 XL chipolte burritos, along with weight gain shakes with upwards of 7000 calories in them. She drank heavy cream like water. I fell in love, not necessarily with her, but her life. I watched her gain, huge amounts. Year after year she ballooned, eventually weighing 704 pounds. She had said she'd stop at 600, but the addiction to gluttony and hedonism took hold deep, and pushed her further into obesity.

After passing the 700 pound threshold, she found a permanent home, a slim, aggressive, athletic couple of feeders who ended up making her one of the fattest women of our generation. They seldom updated her blog on tumblr, but when they did, they showed pictures of her new life. She was confined to a bed, not with any restraints to speak of, unless you count the 1000 pounds of fat on her. Her tits were always big, but they became monstrous, enormous clouds of tender, jiggly fat, they were so huge that they quivered when she took a breath. She was on a feed tube, ingesting 10's of thousands of calories daily, nothing more than a mindless blob of fat. The last update showed her at 1103 pounds. No more updates were had after that. The morbidity and dangers of obesity turn off many potential feedists. They just make me hornier and hungrier.

I watched this all happen to her, and it encouraged me. So, I stuffed and smoked my way to that plateau slowly but surely. I was receiving a degree in Finance after 5 years of study, and with sheer luck, I managed to retire within 4 years. One small firm I invested in, a tiny tech company in Oregon started a new line of apps and accessories that took the market by storm, I sold my 70 percent stake in the company for several million, and after that started a chain of dispensaries for marijuana in the newly legalized Texas.

With a large amount of stores, within a few years, I stood back to a "board member" role, recieved a stipend and dividends, coupled with the gains from my other investments, I was set to live comfortably, for the rest of my life
for the rest of my life.

Rather than work, or find a hobby, I pushed even further into my gluttony. Now, looking down at myself as i jiggle my lower belly roll and fat pad to get off, I see just what I've become.

I'm a whale. My breasts, which have always been chunky have exploded in size, nearing H cup territory with huge, womanly areolas that looked like huge slices of salami. When I lay down they pushed into my face, but while I was feverishely masturbating they were jiggling like jello.

I sacrifice a hand from the monumental task that I have to grab another brownie. I eat it in one bite. More. I grab another. Still pumping and shaking my fat tissue, I moan with pleasure at the sugary treat. I'm out of brownies, but for now that last one is all this piggy needs.

At least for a few minutes.