Chapter 1

This is my first story exploring the extremes of my fetish. It involves technological intervention for health and everyday tasks inhibited by immobility such as using the bathroom. However, that isn’t explored with extreme detail, so I don’t consider it scat or anything like that. I typically like well-dressed, opposite of slob, gaining men, but I wanted to explore what happens when a man like that dives into the extremes of weight gain.
I also explore the relationship between the man and his younger brother who he raised as a son. This is because I’m writing something with a similar dynamic outside of the fetish and wanted to practice more with it. It is COMPLETELY platonic. It’s a weird relationship and his little brother is indulgent and an enabler, but nothing more than that.
This story was supposed to be short, but ended up at 10k words and I’m not completely done with it yet, so it is separated into chapters.
The end may be a bit dark, but I haven’t tackled it just yet so can’t say for sure.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I’m a little embarrassed to post it lol
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A low, muffled moan filled the dark room, its bass overpowering the sound of machinery and the pumping of liquid. The steady beeping of a monitor nearby quickened slightly as multiple screens lit up around a huge, dark mound upon an expansive bed. Massive television screens of various sizes slowly dropped from the ceiling, a multitude of videos playing at once, the luminance of their images lighting up the room and the gyrating mass below them.

Various hoses wound their way around the bed, some disappearing under it while others traveled up and hung over its occupant. The two largest hoses were those currently deep inside the ball of flesh. One ended down its throat and into the stomach, a steady amount of high caloric shake filling its belly until the built in sensor recognized complete fullness, starting again after digestion allowed for room. The other hose disappeared under a soft roll of fat, entering through the belly button and supplying different substances to help in the mountain’s gluttony. Digestive aids, medication originally made for the starving, and the special formulation that caused the body to adjust and support the continual weight gain.

The huge mass on the bed moved once more as another low moan echoed through the room. The sound of sloshing liquid accompanied the movement of the pile of fat and the bed let out a threatening creak. Alarms blared briefly before the hose nestled past lips slowly recoiled towards the ceiling and the back of the bed crept forward, trying hard to move the top half of an immensely fat man.

With the hose no longer down his throat, the man gagged a bit and spit up onto his multiple chins, the sheer amount of fattening liquid in his stomach aggravated by the jostling of his endless belly. Robotic arms quickly dropped from above, all beginning a ritualistic job. Many with attached hands grabbed as much of the man’s belly and rolls as they could to help move the flesh while he continued to be brought into a sitting position. A few gently held the hose that fed past his belly button and into his stomach to keep from any uncomfortable pinching. And one swept down to the man’s chins, a large spoon-like attachment scooping up what was once in his gut and bringing it to his lips so he could lap it up and have it back where it belonged: inside of him. Meant solely to feed him and allow him to grow. He smiled and licked his lips then feverishly found a tube near his head and began sucking.

There were plenty of times he could have stopped. Literally walked away from this life of satiating a once hidden appetite. The man had truly built his wealth from the ground up. All he could remember from his early years was the pain of hunger and struggle of poverty. His parents had worked themselves to the bone and his mother could barely afford anything after his father’s death, especially since she hadn’t known she was pregnant. He had been 16 when his brother was born and he spent much of his time caring for the baby. Not too long after, their mother died from a heart attack, leaving an 18 year old to raise a toddler.

It had been terribly difficult, but he had taught himself business inbetween the diaper changes and milestones. It all coalesced one day when he started a fledgling company that skyrocketed over night. The riches piled in and the man continued to raise his little brother, shielding him from the hunger and dirt that marred his own childhood. But with the money came the opportunity to eat without guilt. No longer did he have to go without so his baby brother could sleep with a full stomach. He had the means to eat what he wanted and when he wanted to, and that was what awakened the gluttony. His brother, more like a son than a sibling, never batted an eye at his increasing appetite. Often, he encouraged it, knowing full well the struggles the elder had to endure so he never had to want for anything.

The first 100lbs weren’t a big deal. He had been malnourished most of his life, only his brother a healthy weight for his age. However, when he had gained over 300lbs in a little over a year, even the man had to start questioning himself. As the only constant in his life and closest confidant, the man had shared his worries with his little brother. The younger sibling had chuckled and gave an affectionate pat on his older brother’s growing stomach. “Don’t worry, big brother! I love you!”

And the man had taken that as carte blanche to dive head first into his feasting.

As his company grew, so did his waistline. His favored dress shirts and suits needed to be tailored constantly to keep pace with his growth. Expensive furniture continually replaced by him either outgrowing them or crushing them under his expanding form. He would close restaurants by buying every dish they produced for his dinner! Once deliveries became too slow for him to handle, he hired the best chefs, food scientists, and culinary experts to head a new department in his business with its only purpose to research ways to feed him.

That’s when it hit him.

This was an addiction. Not just the delicious food or the sensual feeling of his soft, well cared for rolls jiggling at every step. No, it was an addiction to the feeling of complete fullness. The opposite of the starvation and hardship of his childhood when the only beautiful flame was his little brother, the only one he would ever starve himself for again. The endless food and piling fat was a physical manifestation of what he had accomplished and the wonderful life he had made for his baby brother.

However, when he had crested 600lbs, a dilemma presented itself: his health. His doctor had finally gotten up the nerve to tell him exactly what he didn’t want to hear just yet. At the rate he was going, his body would soon fail him. Either he changes his entire eating habits and drops at least 400lbs or he would soon eat himself to death.

As usual, he asked his brother his thoughts. He knew the answer should be simple: stop overeating and work the pounds off, but it was the very last thing he wanted to do. He needed someone else to tell him the hard truth and the only person whose opinion he cared about was his little brother’s.

But his brother surprised him.

“Hmm. Well, I mean, don’t you already have a whole department for food you can eat? What if you just, I dunno, pay scientists or something to come up with a way for you to stay healthy while enjoying your food?”

His eyes had gone wide at that. Of course, he could do that! Easily and with haste considering the extra money he could throw at the program. Well paid loyal employees and NDA’s to keep whatever they come up with all to himself. Something just for him to do with what he please. And that would be allowing him to enjoy all of the fruits of his labors through the nonstop consumption of mouthwatering food.

He had drawn his little brother into a suffocating hug and whispered to him, “You’re so smart, my precious.”

In only six months time, his well funded program finally produced a working formula. It would constantly change his body on a molecular level to adjust to the amount of food he’ll consume. His bones, organs, and other important processes would change following his weight, though it would do nothing for the reality of gravity. This was finally understood when the man had gone on a binge after the trials with the formula proved to be working.

For days he ate, only stopping for the most annoying of needs during a feast: the restroom. He spent most of his time sitting, especially since much of his business was paperwork and delegation. This allowed for a long table with a conveyer belt installed to be placed within reach, the food resupplying throughout his eating, plates and plates constantly moving towards him. His growing belly laid on an ottoman in front of him so he wouldn’t have to deal with the ache of it hanging off the couch he filled.

With as much as he had been consuming the last few days, it was no surprise that he had to far too often haul himself up from his comfort and walk away from his delicious food to relieve himself. It had become considerably annoying as his days-long feast continued. He had become frustrated enough that, after he had emptied himself for the sixth time that day, he had decided to eat as much as possible before the next exhausting trip to the bathroom.

He had put in the order for his kitchens to work faster and stuffed his face with vigor. His efforts quickly presented when he heard the sound of buttons popping off his dress shirt he had just had adjusted that morning. His belly rose and surged forward and he slowed for just a moment as his body told him he should be full. But he ignored it. His gluttony clouded his judgment as he continued to eat past what his stomach should be able to handle.

Then he felt it. The tell tale sign he was going to need to get to the bathroom soon. The man sighed in sadness at needing to pause his gorging, but obediently attempted to stand on his feet. He did the typical back and forth rocking so his belly could propel him to a standing position, but it was useless. He fought and sweated as he tried anything to stand. Finally, after what must have been at least 10 minutes, he was on his feet and taking slow, rumbling footsteps towards the bathroom door. It was hardly even 10 feet away from where he sat, but it felt like a mile with having to shift his weight just to take one step. His eyes grew wide as he realized he wasn’t going to make it. He couldn’t hold it any longer and cried out in embarrassment as he soiled himself.

Luckily, his brother found him not long after, but he was a sobbing mess. His sweet little brother called upon his nurses and other help to get him cleaned up and redressed. The man sat back down next to the table filled with hot, fresh food, but didn’t make a move to grab it. The experience had humbled him and he drummed his fingers on his belly in thought. His baby brother snuggled into his side, an arm laying across a portion of his belly.

“Big brother, why aren’t you eating?” The boy innocently asked as his hand made circles in his big brother’s flesh.

The man grunted and sideyed his brother. “I knew in the back of my head it would happen, but with the formula working on my body, I hadn’t stopped to consider no longer being able to walk to the damn bathroom!”

His little brother shrinked away, burying his face in his older brother’s side fat. The elder quickly brushed his fingers through his brother’s hair to soothe him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You aren’t in trouble. I’m just…reconsidering things.”

“Why?” His brother asked in confusion.

“Why? It’s what I said: I soiled myself. Reaching the bathroom is an insurmountable chore. I have to…” the man rubbed his large belly fondly “consider losing all this weight just so I can complete such an important and usually easy task.”

His little brother cocked his head and said, “But you have enough resources that surely you can find a work around, right? Like, I dunno, a bed pan or something? What’s the point of having all the money in the world if you can’t use it to enjoy yourself?” His little brother was beyond spoiled. The boy’s room filled with everything he could want, any desire answered immediately. Yet, his precious brother had started staying with him for the majority of the day, taking care of his rolls and even feeding him some morsels here and there.

”Hmm…” the man mulled over his brother’s words for a moment before an idea sprang up in his head. “Such a smart little one! Yes! I know just what to do! But doing so…will change this entire situation.”

”The situation?” His brother pushed around some of his side fat for comfort then rubbed his face in his older brother’s soft flesh.

“Yes. That situation being I would no longer ever get up. I’ll finally reach the next step for a glutton: immobility.”

His little brother giggled and hugged him the best he could. “That’s okay! Oh, I can start getting everything ready! I’ll tell the workers what you need and it’ll all work out! I just want you to be happy, big brother! Especially…after all you’ve done for me!”

The man smiled sweetly down at his most cherished person.

“And I’ll go ahead and make some calls to my departments. Oh, little one! This will be quite the adventure, don’t you think?”

The man finally reached over to the table and turned on the conveyor belt. He hastily grabbed a few plates and placed them on his stomach. The belt stopped as it sensed food reaching the end of the line. He started shoveling the food into his mouth, bringing each plate to his lips so he could push the flavorful delicacies down his gullet, making up for his momentary lapse in eating.

He knew exactly what his brother was. An enabler. A possible budding encourager and feeder. And he loved it! The only person that he would ever listen to if he simply said, “No, brother! You’re getting too big! You should be able to do all these things on your own!” But, his little brother hadn’t and never would keep him from enjoying this most selfish of desires. Filling himself beyond his belly’s capacity. Eating throughout the day with abandon. It was as delicious as the fattening food he pushed past his lips.

Everything was set up within a day, which was fortuitous as his annoyance and exhaustion had built up from having nurses and strong workers aid him in reaching the bathroom multiple times.

His bedroom had been completely rebuilt to accommodate his decision to never leave it. A huge bed took up the majority of the center of the room and, although he would appear small on it for now, the man knew it would only be a matter of time before he outgrew it and the thought caused his mouth to water.

All of his clothes were removed and his helpers moved him towards the comfortable looking bed back first. A nurse pulled two tubes from holes in the mattress and brought them towards his backside. The muscular men that had been helping him move clasped his heavy stomach and pulled it up, allowing the nurse to attach one of the hoses to his penis. The other was pushed past his buttcheeks and he grunted as he felt it enter his asshole. Everyone worked together to slowly bring him down upon the bed.

The man breathed in deep as he felt the full force of his weight upon his body laying on his back. Thank god the formula strengthened his rib cage as he was sure his weight would have crushed his lungs otherwise. His little brother happily clapped his hands then proudly showed his big brother buttons within reach that would allow him control over all around him. As an example, his brother pressed one that caused a whirling to be heard from underneath his head. The portion of the bed holding his top half began to slowly rise, comfortably propping him up. Another button triggered the lowering of large television monitors above him, allowing him to watch whatever he desired: shows, security feeds, Wall Street numbers. It was fantastic!

He felt himself needing to use the bathroom and he couldn’t help but look at his small brother at his side with worry. Knowing exactly why, his precious baby caressed one of his chins and mouthed, “It’s okay.” Trusting him, the man released himself. There was no feeling of wetness or other discomfort. He smiled broadly and laughed maniacally, his employees eyeing each other.

“Big brother? What would you like to eat?” The younger brother pushed another button and two conveyor belts rose from the floor on either side of him, both within reach of his greedy hands.

”Everything.”
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