Feedist Cult

Chapter 1

(This is an entirely fictional story from the far fat ends of my dreams)
Some where far hidden in the Appalachian Mountains lays a community of fat fetishist and other beautiful souls who love adipophilia. The community is far remote there is only one dirt road that leads into the community and their houses. The community homes are beautiful, ranch homes with no upstairs or downstairs and playsets in every backyard. Monkey bars, trail paths, Swing sets that can support 400-pound beauties with extra large behinds and slides that are four feet wide, although ever since I’ve moved here, ive never seen anyone outside. I decided to move here because I was sick and tired of being alone, I wanted to be with others who understood me, loved me, and wanted to see me grow. Enough of being strictly online I wanted this in person. I moved in on a cold day in January, I had moved in with another girl, she was a tiny petite girl, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. She recently graduated college like me but hated the idea of working in corporate America and living in the suburbs, her name was Samantha. We were given a nice Ranch Home it was small only three rooms and a deck in the back with a grill, the kitchen and living room were nice I noticed all the furniture made for us was incredibly fat friendly, couches reinforced with steel and metal rails around the house to help the truly massive community members walk around. Samantha and I spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each-other, both of us left our past lives behind to become full fledge members of the community. I hadn’t meant the organizations leader a man named big brother, but Samantha had she told me that he had bought her a bigger butt (at least two bbls) before moving in which I found a little odd, but then gain I knew where we were. Big Brother required us to weight ourselves and give all our measurements to him before the day was over. Btw I’m Jimmy, I’m 5’11 and weigh 130 pounds, Samantha is 5’3 and weighs a measly 100 pounds. Afterwards we moved all of our things into our rooms, it took us a while and a lot of effort, the entire community was so happy we moved in that they left our kitchen and pantry completely stocked before we moved in. So, me and Samantha ate until our bellies were stretched and hurting. We started with extra seasoned and drippy ribs, pasta mixed in with heavy cream large amounts of sodas and milkshakes and we finished our feast with a massive double decker chocolate cake. We couldn’t move afterwards, I got to know Samantha really really well but I felt as if she was hiding something from me…. After a long day we crashed out, I had to clutch my tummy it was so tight I was burping all night long. tomorrow I get to meet the rest of the community I’m excited to spend the rest of my life here, morbid obesity will be seen as skinny as it always should have, this is where I belong.