Encouragement 3

Chapter 1

Look at yourself. Really look at what you’ve become under my care.

Remember that shadow of a man you used to be? That skinny, fragile frame where your ribs were the most prominent feature? Remember when you could walk up a flight of stairs without your heart hammering against your chest and sweat soaking your shirt? All of that is a distant, pathetic memory now. I have systematically erased that boy. I took that empty canvas and built this—a masterpiece of soft, rippling flesh and heavy, dense fat. Every pound you’ve gained is a trophy I’ve won, a mark of my absolute ownership over your body.

But don’t think for a single second that we’re anywhere near the finish line. The insatiable appetite I’ve unlocked in you is merely the foundation. I’m not just looking for 'chubby'—I’m looking for monumental. I want every step you take to make the floorboards of this house groan and shudder under your magnitude. I want your thighs to become so impossibly massive that they fuse together, forcing you into a heavy, labored waddle that announces your presence before you even enter a room. I want you to become the beautiful, gluttonous land-whale you were always destined to be.

Tonight, there are no negotiations. There is only total, delicious obedience. I’ve spent hours in the kitchen preparing for your expansion. I have a tray of lasagna dripping with layers of extra cheese and heavy cream, a stack of double bacon cheeseburgers glistening with grease, and a decadent peanut butter chocolate sludge for dessert that packs thousands of calories into every bite. I am going to sit you down, secure your hands behind your back, and take full control. You will do nothing but sit there and accept heaping, heavy spoonful after spoonful as I shovel my will into your gullet.

I need to feel your skin stretching to its absolute limit under my palms. I want to feel your belly turn rock-hard, distended and tight like a drum, as the new fat desperately searches for space to settle. I want to watch your fresh, deep stretch marks bloom across your hips and gut in real-time—glistening, red proof that you are growing far too fast for your own skin to contain you. It’s the ultimate evidence of my success.

Don’t you dare try to mutter the word 'enough.' Your mouth wasn't made for talking; it was built for swallowing and growing. I want to make you so obscenely fat that clothes become a thing of the past—nothing in a normal store will ever hold this kind of mass. You are going to be my immobilized masterpiece, anchored to the couch by your own magnificent weight, dependent on me for every meal, every breath, and every pleasure. You’re going to be a full ton of a man. A literal ton.

And I will not stop pouring the calories into you until the very furniture collapses under the sheer, beautiful weight of my work.
Now… be a good boy.

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