Chapter 1

We both were so giddy in the beginning. Both fans of fat and wanting to at least have a bit of fun adding some weight to my body. The feverish wanton abandon of those early years still excites me. We discussed all our deepest fantasies and role played them. Both fans of immobility yet both certain it wasn't something we wanted in real life.

We couldn't help but delight in the inevitable belly that started to form on me. Sex and role playing was a heightened experience with some soft chub added into the mix.

Neither of us did much to restrain our fetish in them early days. Too busy enjoying the fantasy to ever think about the real consequences. And so, my little belly slowly grew. I could tell it drove her wild. The way she rode it after another feeding session was bliss unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

She couldn't help but encourage treats on me in our down time and I couldn't resist eating them. We both got so excited when my softening belly was packed full of food we'd have sex wherever we happened to be. My body continued to flesh out from our efforts.

We were both shocked and aroused when my suit pants became unwearable. We couldn't help but get off on buying some "temporary" fat pants for me. We even bought some that were much too big just to fantasise over. We couldn't help but crave overfeeding this body of mine now that I'd gone up a pant size.

Something else we began to notice was how much more food I could put away if we were trying. With her encouragement, mountains of food disappeared within my belly. More of our meals were ending up this way, us both getting horny at how much I could eat, ending up with us both naked and her cramming me full of treats whilst riding my manhood.

I continued to gradually put on weight. We both knew I was pushing towards actually looking chubby, yet we still didn't stop. The excitement, feel and touch of the body I was growing kept us entertained most days. I could tell she craved the feeling of the fat adorning my body in how mindlessly aroused it got her. She couldn't help herself, always trying to touch it and view it as soon as we were alone together. She was clearly becoming obsessed with it.

It's never stopped fascinating us, seeing a thickening band of fat on my waist. Just soft delicious adipose for her to grab onto. My hips had also begun to flare out. She would regularly sink her hands into my love handles as we made love.

We carried on this way for some time. Reasoning I could stop whenever I wanted. We both began to give ourselves fully to our desires. My second set of clothes started to bind as I continued to swell. We were both so aroused at the sight of my pants, struggling to contain my girth. My shirts had also become tight with soft flesh pushing through the gaps between the buttons. We had so much fun stuffing my belly until it finally ripped out of my destroyed clothing.

Then, almost imperceptibly, my bloated belly began to spread to the rest of me. It crept up on me seemingly all a sudden. I'd gone just that smidge far enough for all of me to look bigger, softer, wider and fatter. I could tell it excited her like nothing ever had before, seeing the change in me.

She started to joke how I was her fat boyfriend now, and she was kind of right. When we made love, she'd talk about the usual, often feeding me at the same time. She'd tell me how huge she was going to get me, how I needed to keep on growing for her, how I was turning into a greedy fat pig. In turn, I'd beg her to keep feeding me, to never let me stop until my body pinned me to the spot. We'd talk like this for hours whilst she plied me full of food. My now soft belly rising as we stuffed it full, not stopping until it was as tight as a drum. We'd finally both cum in a mind blowing orgasm before she'd roll off me. She'd smirk at the sight of me lay there panting next to her. Out of breath, lay on my back with my obvious fat belly rising up and down, clearly enjoying the sight and feel of the real life flab we'd put on me.

Far too easily I got used to the fat on my body, even as I still kept overeating. I sort of accepted the fact I now had a gut on me. A gut she loved playing with whenever she could. Whenever I got home, the first thing she wanted was for me to take off my top and let my belly out. She'd play with it and feel it all evening whilst, more often than not, plopping treats in my mouth.

Cuddling on the sofa and snacking became our new norm as I continued to fill out. It seems our fantasies had a knock on to our reality and I couldn't help but eat much more than I used to. Part greed, part arousal. She wasn't about to put a stop to my overeating. In fact, she was clearly enjoying getting into the swing of it. She'd top me up with food so I was constantly grazing. We were too horny at the situation to think about the developing reality.

The reality was, I was eating constantly without restraint and doing next to no exercise to counter it's effects. My whole form started to soften and spread. Not knowing how to deal with it, we both kept up the status quo. I was clearly becoming fat now.

Often now, all she had to do was grab my belly and shake it to get me in the mood. I'd gotten so soft all over she could grab most parts of me and feel some give. I'd come home from work exhausted and plonk myself on the sofa. She'd have been cooking for the past hour or so and bring in the meal in a series of courses. We had a tray on wheels that she'd push into place and the feast would begin. Plate after plate disappeared into me as I happily engorged myself for her. I'd complain that my work pants were feeling tight and she'd unbuckle my belt and open my pants wide at the front. She'd even unbutton my shirt if it looked like it was under too much strain. Slowly, I'd consume enough to feed a small family as she undressed me and refilled my plate. By the time she was done I'd be too full to think and almost naked save for my boxers. She'd soon have them off then ride me on the sofa whilst feeding me my dessert.

Daily, I was eating more than ever and feeling like an actual fat person. My latest set of clothes were now fast approaching unwearable and I had to face a few truths. I broached the subject with her over dinner, that I was getting too fat from all the food and love making. She eyed me slyly with a mischievous look in her eyes.
Rather than acknowledge my worries in any meaningful way, she started role playing the part of manipulative feeder. She brought food to my mouth to play along and told me that fatties need filling with food until they can't move.
I simply couldn't resist, roleplaying myself right into the part, eating until I felt exhausted and letting her ride my bloated form to orgasm.

I now spent most nights lay on my back in bed, packed full of food after another long feeding and fucking session. Overfeeding me was now becoming something we did as a default. No more of our sporadic, fevered roleplaying and pretending. I'd somehow slipped into eating as much as I physically could every day without fail. She'd also fallen into the role of feeder/encourager/enabler. We were both each others worst enemies, goading and tempting eachother night after night.

My belly was fast becoming a proper fat belly. It wobbled when I walked and had rolls on the sides. It pressed ahead of me, dome like and soft. Sitting on the sofa, my fat widening belly hanging out and starting to sag into my crotch, was a very surreal experience. We were both flushed with arousal and embarrassment at the sight of it. Finishing a meal off for her to ask that eternally leading question, "do you want some more?". How could I answer with anything less than a hearty yes. Both of us hyper aware of how fat I was looking and her still bringing treat after treat.

That was another change I should have resisted. More and more she brought everything to me to eat. She was happy keeping me on the sofa or bed and bringing me what I wanted. By this point I was comfortably overweight and noticing my fitness drying up. I wanted to say no, but the belly hanging between my thickening thighs and her encouraging stares played it's merry tune with me every time.

Sex was changing as well. The feel of her body sinking into me more as I grew was incredible. I would have eaten till I exploded in the heat of them moments, not that she didn't try to push me that far. The bigger and softer I got, the more into it she seemed to be getting. She even took to tying me to the bed sometimes when she wanted to roleplay a cruel feeder. The things she'd say. The things we'd both say. She'd say how I was going to eat, to let her feed me till I was so huge and buried under lard I couldn't move a muscle. That even then she wouldn't be satisfied, not until the fat had overwhelmed me. I'd tell her I didn't want her to ever stop, to feed me until I physically couldn't take it anymore.

Unsurprisingly, my weight continued to soar. Gone were any signs of the skinny me. In it's place a large, doughy fat man slowly appeared. All my featured softened and rounded out. I was totally unfit and eating like my wildest fantasies. No restraint, no control, eating till I thought I'd burst. Her, just as foolhardy, taking every opportunity to keep me stationary and stuffed to the gills.

We had no idea how this life had taken us over, but it had. I was now a ballooning feedee and she was a masterful feeder. Every night was spent adding that extra bit of flesh to my body. Our roleplaying had conquered our reality and my body was paying the price.

We watched as my belly surged forwards under the steady deluge of food, widening and hanging between my legs.

My jolly fat look steadily became more exaggerated as I slowly inflated with fat. We continued living this life in a bubble. Me eating like a starved pig and her pushing me further every night. Inevitably, my weight gain continued unabashed. In only five years, I was finally looking like those fat guys I used to fantasise about being when I was slim. Huge belly that sat voluminous and proud between my thick, dimpled thighs. Man tits that I can grab and play with. A thick double chin around my whole neck. Big thick wobbly arms. Wide soft hips and a huge gelatinous arse. My quick walk had turned into a slow lumbering gait as the weight slowed me down. Running was no longer an option for me.

We were both probably at the peak of our fetish at this point. Me large and fat, yet not too fat to get around and enjoy it. Her, relishing the size and feel of me without any reason to feel too guilty at how big I'd gotten. I was a text book example of what happens to a person when they lose all control.

Almost hysterically, I'd been laid off from my job recently due to redundancies. We laughed about it as it was such a cliche in many feeder stories we'd both read. We both thought we'd enjoy some time roleplaying the lazy, jobless slob. I spent the next few weeks sat on my backside, filling up the sofa more and more. She'd been sympathetic at my job loss and had definitely been treating me and keeping me happy with food. She hadn't put any pressure on me to get another job either. In fact, she hadn't mentioned another job at all. Seemingly happy finding me where she left me each day, sprawled on the sofa, snacking and playing video games.

I knew I was a mess. I'd let myself go flying through the early stages of obesity, eating without regard to the reality of my situation. The reality that I was now a huge fat man. Too fat and greedy for most things now. Easier to simply let her enjoy the delights of stuffing and fucking my bloated mass. She had her own personal pleasure land playing with every flabby, heavy part of me. She still loved talking dirty to me, she told me how huge she planned on getting me. How she was going to feed me to the point of complete immobility and well beyond. That she was going to feed me to death. I too couldn't help bit play along, despite how massive and out of control I was feeling.

Months went by and I only got fatter. No effort had been made on my part to get a job and it was clear now that she wanted me doing nothing other than eating and gaining. I put up zero resistance to what she was doing to me. It was like I was hypnotised by what was happening. I spent most days in bed now, simply eating full pelt.

I could feel my body getting heavier from all the fat still piling into me. She made no apologies at how aroused she was at the sight of me so incredibly fat. She was like a woman gone wild riding my huge body and stuffing me silly. Her words of never letting me stop gaining now felt as real as the huge belly filling my view. My fitness was now long gone, replaced by a heaving mass of greedy flab. Morbid obesity soon gave way to chronic obesity, so big was I becoming.

Months continued like this and I only got bigger. Shockingly, Just getting around our apartment started to really tire me out. I was getting easily winded from very little effort and found myself doing less as a consequence. Every part of me was so big and heavy, I could barely manage more than a waddle. I'd given up any thoughts of getting a job, concentrating solely on keeping my belly full. Being so heavy and slow seemed to spur her on even more. Every moment of the day she made sure I had something to chow down on. I knew I was in no state to resist, so I didn't. Despite how how out of control the situation was becoming, I still couldn't help feeling deeply aroused at what was happening to me.


Soon enough, walking itself was becoming a struggle. My legs were in agony simply supporting the weight of my body. I was a level of fat I would never have believed I would reach. Every bit of me was large, heavy and soft. My whole body was working against me and made doing nothing except eating my only real option. My belly hung down and slapped against my legs when I walked. It hung past my knees, and made walking increasingly difficult as it restricted my movement. My legs themselves were so large and doughy, just swinging them as I walked was exhausting. They touched constantly down to my knees. The fat was clearly beginning to restrict a simple walk from bed to sofa.

At her suggestion, I started spending most days in bed letting her have her fun. I was in no state to do anything anymore. The food kept coming and I kept gaining. I felt like an out side observer, watching my girlfriend feed what used to be me. I was the biggest person I'd ever seen in real life and I still wasn't done.

It was when she had to start helping me to get out of bed that I finally started saying we should put a stop to this before it was too late. I could tell she was getting aroused at my words, especially considering how huge I'd become. The pain and strain of shifting my body was becoming too much for my overburdened legs. This huge, bulking behemoth of a lard bucket, saying he wanted to diet, when he was well past any hope of ever being thin again.

She lovingly said she was only trying to make me happy and I couldn't deny how much this turned me on. I couldn't argue with her on that point. I'd never have got this big if I hadn't enjoyed it. She also said I was so close to being too big too walk, it would be a shame not to at least try it.

My knees nearly buckled in arousal (and pain) at her words. No shred of fantasy left, my girlfriend was offering to make me too fat too leave our bed and all I had to do was relax and let her pamper me. She could clearly see how aroused her words got me. She reasoned that once we'd tried it out, she'd help me lose the weight.

It was too good an opportunity not to enjoy as we're so very close, she said.

Knowingly, she slowly pushed me back into the bed, my libido taking over. Just the thought of lying there and letting her feed me to the spot was impossible to resist. That day ended up with me fuller than I'd ever felt in my entire life.

From that point on I didn't leave the bed, happy for her to bring me everything I needed. I felt so deeply aroused by my situation I couldn't stop. She pumped me full of food every chance she had, and I took it willingly. She became much more forceful with her feeding, clearly relishing her role. I was lost to this feeling as my body continued to rise and spread across the bed. With all pretence gone, she was feeding me with the express goal of pinning me down with lard. She also insisted I made no efforts to test my mobility until she thought I was ready.

I had to admit, I was a little worried at just how big and heavy I was feeling. My belly sat so huge between my legs it was pushing them apart and resting on the bed several feet in front of me. My legs were getting so big, folds of bunched up fat now covered them. I spent most days sat up in bed eating constantly before she pushed me backwards and rode her water mattress of love. Shockingly, she began to struggle to help get me seated again I was getting so big and heavy.

Before I realised it, I'd been lay there the best part of a year, eating everything, doing nothing. So addictive had it become, I'd simply let my body balloon by her hand, trusting her to stop at the right time.

I knew I was in trouble the day that she couldn't pull me into a sitting position for a stuffing, despite her best efforts. I must have been lay on my back for weeks and not given it a second thought. She pulled my arms and pushed me from behind but couldn't get me upright. I'd tried to assist her but didn't have the strength either. Whatever she tried, I didn't budge. My soft body huge and overflowing with undulating lard. We were both exhausted from the efforts. She was nearly creaming herself from the experience, clearly enjoying the fact that I was too big for even her to move.

Surely I had to be immobile by now?

I broached the subject and saw her immediately turn red. She couldn't hide the fact that she undoubtedly thought I was immobile already

I had suspected for some time myself but had been too afraid to find out. I pushed my achey arms backwards against the bed besides me and tried to sit forward, I didn't move an inch. I tried to rock my body forwards and backwards to sit up, again, I didn't budge. Panicking, I tried to shuffle my legs to the side of the bed to hopefully stand a chance of sitting upright. My legs were now so huge and laden with fat, I couldn't move them more than an inch or so. I thrashed and tried to move for a few more minutes, realising my efforts barely moved my body at all. I was genuinely too big to even roll over. Pinned to the fucking spot under a mountain of lard. Every part of me was so overloaded with soft, yielding flesh, there was no possibility of me moving under my own steam.

I'd been lying prone for over a year, barely moving a muscle, all the while more fat had piled onto my weakening body. My weakened body would have struggled to move my gargantuan size a year ago. Now, much weaker and much heavier, I didn't stand a chance.

I was so exhausted from only a few minutes effort but knew one thing for sure, I'd been immobile for some time now. This was no tipping point moment, I hadn't suddenly became immobile. I must have been pinned to the spot for months already and only gotten much bigger since then. This was far past immobile and she knew it.

I watched her marvelling at the sight of me. Her beached land whale, too big to even sit up. I felt paralyzed by my fat as I lay there helpless.

She finally had what she wanted. An immobile blob of a man too fat to do anything. Fed and grown by her own hand to the point of complete immobility.

"You said you'd help me lose the weight, once I became immobile", I said. She assured me she would ... but wanted to at least enjoy the fruits of our labours. I was in very little position to protest and reasoned she deserved to celebrate her accomplishment.