Jacob

Chapter 1

Jacob stirred, his pleasant dream ebbing away as he became aware of the sound of his CPAP machine for sleep apnea gently filling the silence. Sleepily, he rubbed his eyes and groaned as he rose from his slumber. Groggily he reached over and turned off the machine and slipped the mask from his face, massaging the ruffled hair and squashed skin from where the straps had left their mark.

He could hear his man in the kitchen downstairs bashing about with pots and pans. Jacob knew that today being a Saturday, he was going to have cooked a real feast for breakfast, undoubtedly an enormous portion even by his greedy standards. But first, the challenge which irritated him the most every morning, getting going. Normally Chris was on hand to help him with these activities, which was useful since he had gotten so large; but on a Saturday he tended to leave Jacob to lie in and sort himself out whilst he prepared the mammoth piles of food his feedee deserved.

Jacob hitched himself towards the edge of the king-sized bariatric bed. This alone was a huge effort, his enormous gut always seemed to be in the way. Panting with the exertion slightly, he swung his legs to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting for a moment to catch his breath allowed him to notice the crushing weight of his own body, his joints ached and a few beads of sweat formed across his nose just from rolling over in bed. But the main feeling Jacob had at this moment was hunger, sleep was always the longest period he went without eating. His face brightened and a small smile broke out on his lips when he saw what Chris had left him on the bedside table. Proudly sitting there was a plate piled high with homemade cookies and a pint glass of full fat milk, just what Jacob needed to quench his thirst and fortify himself for getting ready.

Jacob lunged for the food and sloppily chugged the milk down, rivulets of it dribbling down his face and onto his enormous chins. Next his pudgy hands greedily grabbed the cookies, he was shoving them in whole and not finishing one mouthful before he pushed the next into his fat face. God, he thought to himself, I really have become unstoppably greedy. In the 5 minutes it took for Jacob to consume his first 500 calories of the day, the smells of the food Chris was cooking began wafting through the house. There was the unmistakable smell of bacon grease and the sizzle of sausages to be heard, exciting Jacob that a gargantuan full-english was to be his feast for the morning.

This motivated him enough to take the plunge and get ready without help. Swinging himself back and forth, he managed to build up enough momentum to precariously push himself upright on the third attempt. Wheezing noisily, he groaned with the effort his poor joints had to take to force his enormous frame upright. The challenge of standing brought a smile to Jacob’s face as he considered all of the limitations his growing size was having on him. It seemed he was beyond the point of no return now, the weight was packing onto his frame faster than ever before and his appetite was insatiable.

Jacob mused with amazement that it had only been five months before that he had got stuck getting off the train. He and Chris had been going for a day out, and when arriving at their seaside destination there was a large step downwards from the train to the platform. In the end it took Chris and two members of the train staff to help Jacob lower himself down without falling - a situation which would have been disastrous at his size. But just five short months later and Jacob incredulously thought how impossible it would be for him to even make it on to the train anymore. His rapid spurt of weight gain had driven his fitness to negligible levels. He knew it would be impossible at his current size to even manage to make it from the station car park to the train.

Snapping out of his daydream, he began the tortuous waddle towards the en-suite. His arms swang widely out to his side, where he needed the momentum to help himself move forwards yet couldn't pin his arms by his size anymore due to the enormity of his moobs. After 5 steps he was already gasping breathlessly and moaning at the discomfort in his joints. His permanently red face turned purple and sweat began to pour off his body and he manoeuvred his whale like bulk, the floorboards creaking in protest at every step he took.

Reaching the bathroom, he turned sideways and forced his frame through the opening that barely accommodated him anymore. He hustled for the bariatric commode which Chris had purchased only one year before and collapsed onto it, exhausted with the exertion. Goodness me, I am going to be bed bound very soon at this rate, he considered. The thought alarmed him slightly. What was even more shocking is how Jacob had began this journey.

Jacob had always been an incredibly thin child, underweight all the way until puberty until he developed a lean, lithe figure. He had obvious muscles and abs, but it wasn’t from being bulky and strong - but from having a very low body fat percentage. However, puberty had also brought with it strange desires and a change in his sexuality which it took a long time to come to terms with. Not only was he gay, but Jacob slowly developed the realisation as he grew older than he was desperate to become obese.

Initially he had some success when moving to university at putting on weight. He had grown a small plump belly. But then fear about giving in to his wild desires caused an anxiety so strong he panicked and lost the weight again. That was, until he met Chris. Finally meeting someone who understood what Jacob needed to achieve, and having the patience and caring nature to help him on the journey had been life changing.

Jacob now looked towards the wall-sized mirror which Chris had installed above the bathtub and felt the familiar feeling of satisfaction at seeing what he had become. It was impossible to tell that this 29 year old had ever been slim. His thighs were like tree trunks, so enormous he could not close his legs at the knee. In fact, each of his legs had a much larger girth than his husband’s entire waist, a fact which constantly turned both of them on. Moving his gaze upwards he marvelled at his incredible stomach. Even on this bariatric sized commode it was squished into the armrests, and poured forwards in his lap so far that it was getting towards his knees. The only thing he could see below the belly was the mass of sweaty fat pad which engulfed his dick, making it impossible to find without at least two hands to lift his apron of flesh out of the way. His belly button was cavernous and sat amidst all of the flab, flesh and rolls which seemed to ooze across his frame. He had instantly become soft on starting gaining all of those years ago, and that softness had never left him. It were as if his body was a balloon filled with thick syrupy olive oil.

No part of his figure had escaped the onslaught of calories which Jacob and Chris had thrown at it. His moobs were now so large and soft that they plunged independently off to the side, as if unable to remain in place atop the enormous shelf of his gut. His arms were equally massive, with muffin tops hanging over his elbows and he had no neck at all, just a vast pile of fat which jutted outwards from where his sharp jawline and chin had used to be. Chris had one teasingly referred to his chins as being like a bullfrog, and Jacob could see where he was coming from.

Dazed by his own beauty, Jacob knew what he had to do to please his feeder husband. A Saturday morning weigh in would give them both the motivation they needed to make this one of the biggest feeds yet. Using the disability grab rails around the bathroom Jacob unsteadily hauled himself to his feet, noting the sharp pain which emanated from his chest at even this slightest amount of exercise these days. He shuffled his morbidly obese swaying frame over to their scale. Kicking it into life he waiting for the scale to announce “I’m Ready” before unsteadily lifting his flabby grotesque body onto the device.

Panting heavily but fiddling with his belly button erotically at the same time, he waiting for the scale to calculate his mass. At this size, he absolutely could not see the screen whatsoever, but the voice soon enunciated “two - hundred - ninety - two - point - four - kilograms” the electronic voice uttered. Jacob’s heart lept with excitement, that was another 2kg in just the last week alone. They had always kept studious records and notes of the statistics and progress around Jacob’s gain, so he knew that him BMI for his 175cm height was now over 95, more than triple the threshold for obesity.

Suddenly a movement in the mirror caught his eye, Chris had snuck up whilst Jacob was huffing and puffing around the bathroom. From the grin he had on his face it was clear he had heard the scales. Jacob knew that just watching his obese body ripple and sway would be enough to cause Chris’ dick to throb and his joggers to become damp with pre-cum, but for now he wasn’t interested in the sexual nature of their feeding, but consuming the two enormous trays full of food which Chris was carrying.

“Come on now my fat piggy pampered prince” Chris exclaimed “let me quickly put these trays onto the table and then I will help you get your fat ass back to the bed.” Jacob grinned greedily, he already knew this was going to be the perfect day.