Chapter 1

You groan as you lay in bed, stomach full and distended. The sound of beeping fills the room as your heart monitor works overtime in the background.

"Oh, you don't want to eat anymore?" Your caretaker mentions as they fold up a towel to pat dry the food sweats under your folds. The sweat drenches the towel.

"But I've got these fattening milkshakes for you. You know, if you're having a hard time eating everything, maybe it's time for another inflation session to stretch that stomach." They smile as they pinch your chest fat.

You groan in protest. It's been so long that you've left this prison of a bed. It's been so long that time has stopped holding any bearing. If you had to guess though, it's been not even a week since your last stomach expansion. You watch as they stand up to put their hands on their hips, the towel squishing into their hand. They then proceed to reach up to where your breathing tube is connected to your oxygen supply. With a small pinch, you watch as your devoid of the supply.

Your heart monitor begins to quicken in it's beating as you struggle to open your mouth and breathe in. However, the tubes that run through your nose go directly into your lungs, making it impossible to breathe. The monitor begins to scream as your eyes widen, your stubby fingers and toes wiggling. It was only for 10 miserably long seconds before they released the tubing, giving one of your life lines back to you as your chest heaves under the weight.

"Now, are you going to protest some more my sweet loving piggy?" They ask as they lean in, kissing your nose. "I'll be right back." They mention as they disappear out of your line of sight. It was only for a brief 10 minutes that they were absent before they returned, carrying a large bucket of a thick milkshake substance.

Hoisting it onto the table next to your bed, you saw their muscles flex. You know based on past experience that this wasn't a typical milkshake you get at a fast food joint. This milkshake consisted of full fat butter, ice cream, shortening and then a flavour of your caretakers choosing. Of course the flavour was artificial because they did not condone using such low calories of fruit or other flavours that fill you up faster. Those real flavours were saved for when they believed you were being a good fat piggy. If you were being extra defiant, the flavouring was omitted entirely considering it was only there to cover up the taste of the shortening.

They picked up the ladle that was hanging from the side of the bucket, stirring the mixture slightly before setting it down again. They looked at you, looking slightly apologetic as they walked up next to you, running their hands over your belly. While massaging your belly, they were also checking to see your capacity.

"I'm sorry I pinched your breathing tubes earlier..." They mention, using one hand to really press over your stomach while the other gently caresses your skin.

"It just upsets me to see my little piggy starving. I know you think you're full and you've had enough, but we've put so much time and money into making you this wonderful. I'd hate to see you lose any weight. Besides, your tummy has just enough room for your milkshake. Then we need to wait until your stomach is empty so we can begin your next expansion session."

They kiss your belly after giving it a couple love taps, moving just beyond your line of sight. "Here, I know you love this." They mention as they bring forth a virtual reality headset that's been altered to fit your growing size.

Placing it over your eyes, you wince at the bright light before becoming adjusted to it and seeing the bright outdoors. It was a nice spring morning as they insert some headphones into your ears, giving sound to the chirping of some birds. You began to relax that you didn't even notice them opening your mouth and running a feeding tube into it, fixing it into place so no extra substance would escape from your mouth. Using a pumping device, they turned it on to start a slow pump of milkshake into your mouth. You could taste the subtle hint of vanilla as it slid down your throat, filling your stomach.

As you relax, your caretaker gingerly massages your body, rubbing out any sore or aching muscles. You can feel the sensation of some straps around your ankles pull up, letting them check your hookups to your nether regions and carefully cleaning around each one before they turn on the automatic cleaner that enters your backside. A warm sensation fills your bottom half as water runs inside, making sure you have no blockages in your ever expanding gut. The cleaning takes roughly as long as the feeding as it pumps in fresh new water every couple of minutes.

You start to think about how long it's been. Before you lost track of time you had already known your caretaker for 4 years. Back then you only weighed a meager 287 lbs. You were extremely depressed at the passing of one of your last known relatives, and it left you feeling lonely. You also inherited a vast amount of wealth that you didn't even know what to do with it all. It would take more than a lifetime to spend all of that. As you were a recluse, you finally caved and accepted that your depression was causing you to not care for yourself or the small home you lived in just outside of city limits.

After putting out an ad online, your caretaker messaged you. They mentioned that they'd love to be able to help you get back to a state of normalcy. They would even do it at no cost, aside from being able to be a live-in caretaker. After meeting with them, you agreed to the conditions.

Fortunately, they were just what you were looking for. They helped you keep your home clean and tidy while also helping with meals and providing the necessary social interaction your mind craved. You found that they were pleasant to be around and they actually seemed to care.

Unfortunately, you didn't see the red flags. You didn't notice the weight you were gaining because they never commented on your growing size. You also never noticed because your clothes were always the right size. When you began to feel like your body was aching and it was becoming harder to walk, you just thought it was how you were getting older.

Eventually, you felt comfortable enough around them that you drew up a will, having them as your only person entrusted to your inheritance. You seemed to become happier with every passing day. You were beginning to find enjoyment in life. However, it was well over 2 years into this arrangement that you found it harder and harder to move. You were weighing closer to 400 lbs at that time but your caretaker always commented that maybe you just needed to rest more.

It wasn't until that fateful day where you tripped going up the stairs to your room, falling down and breaking your right hip, left wrist, left femur, and cracking a couple of ribs. You were sent to a hospital as your caretaker stayed by your side. They continued to take care of you as a doctor met with you to discuss needing surgery to replace your hip. The waiting list was long, though.

Your caretaker tried to get you in sooner but to no avail. You couldn't leave the hospital in your condition until things were healed enough. It had only been a couple of weeks when your caretaker came to visit you with a bright smile.

"I found a place that can do your hip surgery!" They mentioned. You were shocked.

They explained further to you while presenting an admittance form that you'd need someone to be a guardian of sorts in case anything were to happen, and they'd be the ones responsible for your recovery once out of the hospital. Excited to get back home you agreed, signing the papers without reading too much into it.

It wasn't even a week wherein you were transferred to this new hospital. Though, from the outside it looked a little eerie as they brought you inside. You did seem to notice that all patients there were extremely obese but thought maybe it was a hospital for bariatric patients. As they brought you to surgery, your caretaker squeezed your hand before letting you go.

By the time you woke up, it was well into the evening. You were extremely sore all over as you stared up at the ceiling. You glanced around after a minute when you heard the whimpers of a patient across from you. Your eyes widened as you saw them. They were massive. They were hooked up to all sorts of machinery as a tube was fixed into their mouth. You noticed that the tube led into a wall and was feeding them a brown sludge. Their eyes were almost hidden around their fat cheeks as their fingers wiggled. Their arms too heavy to move. Their stomach looked red as it kept filling, stretch marks digging into them as an alarm began to sound. A nurse quickly entered the room and noticed your wide eyes watching them before closing the curtain to hide what was happening.

Everything went silent again as you suddenly felt the drugs kick in, making you doze off. When you woke up in the morning, you glanced across from you but noticed the patient was gone. Summing it up to a fever dream post surgery, you looked over as your caretaker walked in. It didn't take long for them to discharge you. They sent you home in an ambulance and helped you into your home.

While you were in the hospital, your caretaker took it upon themselves to switch your living arrangements around. You were moved into their old bedroom on the main floor, and they took up your old room. You also noticed some medical equipment around and a large medical type bed. The paramedics helped moved you into your bed and the caretaker saw them off.

You were happy to be back. Your caretaker was also happy for you to return. It didn't take long for a routine to be set up. Every morning you woke up to take your morning medication, followed by a nourishing breakfast. Then your caretaker would bring a snack and massage your muscles to help with circulation. You'd watch some tv that they installed in the ceiling above you before having lunch, and another snack. Throughout the day your caretaker would help you do anything you needed to do, but really that was only to use the bathroom.

By night you'd have dinner and dessert, followed by a late night snack and your night time medication. You didn't notice then, but your lack of movement followed by your increased diet made you gain more weight.

Throughout the next year, the doctor from the hospital would visit, checking in on your wellbeing and checking a few other things while adjusting medication. They would discuss with your caretaker your results and your caretaker usually told you that you were doing well. By the time the fourth year hit, you were already 600 lbs.

It was then that you finally noticed your size as your caretaker set you up with a simple breathing tube that hooked into your nostrils. They commented on how you looked amazing, as you laid heavy in bed, your belly resting between your legs as it spilled out onto the sides. Every time you needed to get up you needed help. Eventually a hoist was set up to help you get out of bed. Seeing the hoist finally made you speak up.

As your caretaker was helping you up, you commented on your size. They immediately brushed it off, "you look more amazing every day. Even if you're a couple of extra pounds."

As they were about to attach your sling to the mechanism that helped you up, you mentioned that maybe you needed to lose weight. Just as you mentioned it, your caretaker stopped and looked at you.

"No you don't. In fact you're not big enough. You shouldn't say those things about yourself." They mention as you look around, feeling the urge to use the toilet increasing.

You mention that maybe they were helping you a bit too much and that maybe you should cut back on how much you eat. Hearing those words seemed to make your caretaker scowl, taking a step back. "Then go to the washroom yourself," they mention before leaving the room.

Your legs were just over the bed but the sling wasn't attached. You realize you haven't walked unassisted since your fall. As the urge continued to grow you had to at least try. It took you roughly 10 minutes to even get onto your feet. You groaned as the weight dragged you down, feeling all of the pressure in your hip and knees. Your belly hung down to your mid thighs as you took one step. You were immediately out of breath as you wheezed, your hands on your belly as you took another step. Your belly gurgled as you tried to concentrate. However, it took at least 30 more minutes of walking to make it 15 extra steps to the washroom.

As you stood in the washroom entrance, your caretaker came up behind you. You didn't even notice them past your heavy breathing until you felt them part your cheeks. Asking them about what they were doing, you groaned loudly as they first pushed something into your clenched bum followed by something larger, wedging itself inside and holding it's place.

Asking them again about what they were doing, they patted your fatty butt. "It looked like you were going to have an accident, so I stopped it." They mention as you begin to cramp.

Holding your belly, you clench your bum, whimpering in pain as your legs began to shake. You pleaded for help.

"You said you didn't need help, though." They mock, as you recant the words you never said to begin with.

Satisfied with your pleads, your caretaker helped fit the sling on you and attach it to the mechanism before moving you to the toilet. They didn't help you further as you eventually were able to relax enough to dislodge the plug holding everything in.

You let out a cry of embarrassment as your caretaker stood in front, holding your chin in their hands and wiping your tears. "This is how you could lose weight if you'd like. I could find some diet pills for you. Would you like that?"

You shake your head, your neck fat wobbling at how frantically you shook it. "Good, then let's not talk about you losing weight, hm? Remember, I am responsible for you. How you gain or lose weight is up to me."

They eventually help clean you up and get back into bed, brushing your hair as you lay there in defeat. However, the care they give you couldn't help but make you feel wanted. As they gave you some medication they mention once you swallow, "I've given you some sleeping pills tonight. I don't think you should be leaving this bed anymore."

Your eyes widen as you try to speak up but the pills were already working. "You'll be fine," they mention, caressing your smooth skin, "we will just do some things to make sure you don't have any accidents."

Your heart began to race as your vision became blurry before going black. That night you dreamed about that person in the hospital again, wondering where they went. When you awoke the next morning you found yourself with your wrists and ankles in some padded cuffs and locked to the sides of the bed. You also felt an incredibly full sensation in your backside, like something was holding it open. Your also realized then that you were no longer breathing on your own but that there were some tubes leading up your nose and into your lungs. Finally there was the steady beeping of a heart monitor next to you.

"What do you think?" Asked your caretaker as they were sitting next to you.

You tried to speak up but it seemed you could no longer use your voice and instead could only groan and make other basic sounds.

"That's okay, a piggy like you doesn't need words. Isn't that right?" They patted your belly.

"I heard from the hospital you noticed a patient? Don't worry, they signed a consent form that removed all liability of the hospital if anything happened. They were one of their test guinea pigs. Though, I would say they were not even an animal at that point. Just a blob. They were testing a new weight loss formula, and well. They definitely didn't lose weight. The reverse happened. Since they didn't lose weight, they wanted to test to see how much the human body could expand. So what you saw was them getting fed the blended scraps of the kitchen..." Your caretaker looked at you as you shook in fear at the story, thoughts whirling in your head.

"Oh, don't worry. They lived for a few more weeks before their stomach gave out. I heard it was quite the mess... But that won't happen to you my little piggy. You're only 612 lbs. You have such a long ways to go. You should be happy that your fate isn't going to be so short. Just as you've grown, I've grown to like you. You're the first person I've ever met to give me so much control."

Your caretaker began to stand up and force open your mouth before holding up a long tube. They gently fed it down your throat until it was inside your stomach. They then hooked the tube up to a large gallon bag of what appeared to be a thick substance.

"Luckily the hospital was able to file your death as obesity related, so you don't need to worry about anyone finding out. It was in both the hospitals and our best interest, considering you are still a patient there."

You watched as the thick fluid went down the tube and into your stomach, filling you up. "I am sure you have a lot to think about, so I'll let this sit with you." They patted the bag filling up your stomach before heading out of the room. It was then that your fate was sealed.

From now until then you haven't left this bed that you now refer to as a prison. Every so often a doctor comes in to examine you before leaving, but otherwise it is just you and your caretaker. Time quickly became meaningless as you laid there, feeling the weight become increasingly heavy. Every so often your caretaker takes time to expand your gut and stomach, though these expansions have become more and more frequent.

As you laid in bed, enjoying the virtual outdoors, your stomach began to gurgle. It was beginning to feel empty. While you never liked being stuffed full, it was almost unbearable when it was empty. Especially since you knew that this was accompanied by the pain of your stomach being stretched. As the gurgles got louder, the headset turned off as your caretaker removed the headgear. They gave you a smile as they pulled out a jelly, rubbing it over your belly. It was explained previously that it helped the skin stretch without tearing.

Leaving it on for a few minutes, your caretaker removed the tube from your mouth before replacing it with a smaller one. This one also forced your mouth into a locked position as it sat in your stomach, the tube unable to eject from your mouth.

Your caretaker spoke up, "so, how about some diet coke and mentos?" They ask as your eyes go wide and you try to shake your head.

"No? Well, that's too bad. I already have the supplies, and these are what I have left." They begin to bring out around 10 2 litre bottles, setting them up on the table.

You are then forced to watch as they drain one bottle into the tube, feeling it slosh into your belly, followed by another. They then take a pack of mentos and tip it down the tube, quickly sealing the tube and forcing it closed. You stare, pleading at your caretaker as they watch your belly gurgle.

"Awe, do you feel your stomach gurgling?" They coo, rubbing your gel covered belly as the fizz goes up the tube, trying to escape it's confines but is unable to. Eventually it settles down and they pour in another 6 litres, sealing the tube every time until no reaction happens. Once everything settles, they proceed to dump in another pack and plug your tube up once more. Your stomach begins to rise as your caretaker taps your belly and you wince in pain.

"I see your stomach is getting tighter. There, there. I know, it must hurt. But we need to do this now don't we? We have 10 more litres to go, too. Remember, if you don't exceed your previous filling, we just have to restart from the beginning."

Tears fill your eyes as you give a slight nod, knowing very well that it was not just a threat.