Chapter 1

*Note: this story and characters are inspired by a commission for a quick one-shot from datapoints666 on deviantArt.*

I should have never agreed to meet David in real life; I should have just kept my disgusting desires to what they were supposed to be, just fantasies. He promised the world to me. If I moved in with him I'd be free to stop working and lounge around all day, eating whatever I wanted, and finally fulfilling my secret desire to be fattened. He didn't lie, exactly. I just never imagined it would turn out like this. That naive 20 year old girl who walked willingly into his house three years ago weighing 170 lbs would have run screaming if she could see herself now.

The instant he had me in his home, David turned into the monster he'd been hiding as he dragged me to his basement and chained me by my neck to the wall, announcing I was to become his new personal project. The past few years were a blur of constant stuffings, tube feedings, and pictures and weigh-ins to chart my progress into morbid obesity. As of the last check-in, I'm somewhere around 520 lbs, a number my brain could hardly comprehend despite the evidence on my body.

“The guys are coming over today, Steph,” David said casually as he shoved the last donut of the box in my mouth, smirking when I visibly shuddered thinking about their last visit.

Keeping up with a captive is a difficult job for one person, so from the start David had employed his equally sadistic friends to aid in my torment. I knew their names but was expected to refer to them all solely as “Sir.” And unfortunately each had very different ideas of how to make it more personally enjoyable for themselves and more horrifying for me...

The doorbell rang and David rushed upstairs. I remained trapped on my mattress, crumbs and bits of donut still sticking to my skin. I could hear lots of footsteps and boisterous laughter, and then the door to the basement swung open as David and four other men pounded down the stairs, David babbling something about “not enough, let's go hard” that made my blood run cold.

They wasted no time getting started. Josh wheeled in a cart piled high with both food and the various pieces of equipment like tubing and restraints I had grown accustomed to, although at this point my weight prevented much struggling on my end. Alex, one of the more sadistic of the bunch, yanked hard on my collar chain, choking me until I managed to shuffle my heavy bulk enough to get on all fours. Ben and Ryan took the opportunity to explore my body, running their hands all over my rolls, occasionally squeezing them and making me yelp. David used my open mouth as an opportunity to start shoveling greasy fast food burgers in my mouth, leaving me with no choice but to eat it, despite how full I still felt, while the men commented on the display.

“Such a greedy fatty!”

“A literal pig!” Ryan laughed.

“Poor little Stephanie, so addicted to food you're nothing but a fat blob now,” David mocked me.

I chewed and swallowed mechanically; the instant I'd get one massive burger down, one of the other guys was already waiting to shove the next one in. I was sweaty and shaky, my stomach angrily protesting the onslaught of fat and carbs.

*Ppfffffbbbbt*

An enormous fart escaped from my ass and my face somehow burned even more from humiliation. At the same time, I couldn't deny the slight release of the pressure in my gut felt heavenly, and I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. All of the men looked delighted; David, Alex, and Josh picked up their feeding pace enthusiastically, while Ben and Ryan fondled and pushed on my massive belly to force more out.

*pwwwrttBbBbBttttpppthhht*

The stench was horrifying, filling my nostrils and making me want to gag. The men all looked both disgusted and amused. I could feel my pussy, buried deep within my thighs and fupa, getting wetter.

“I didn't even think this was possible for a human, dude.”

*bRApppababthBbth*
*Pbbft*
* PppppbbbbBbtht*
*Pft*
*pPRWwwewraaaaaap*

Another even louder and excruciatingly long bout of flatulence was again forced from me, turning me on even more.

“Human is a relative term,” David muttered.

I moaned louder each time, the escaping air providing more relief to my swollen stomach even as my humiliation at being a flatulent pile of lard increased.

*PWABBBBBBTHTHTHT*

My gut was now visibly less taught and stuffed, although still uncomfortably full. The men continued to knead and jiggle my fat, but David looked at me with disapproval.

“We're just going to have to find another way to keep you nice and full so we can stretch that belly out,” he said as he walked over to the cart, returning with an enema hose and a large bag filled with weight gain shake. I squirmed ineffectively to try to avoid it, but with the other men holding me down on my hands and knees, gut rubbing against the cold floor, David managed to insert it way up inside me and turn on the flow.

I felt it instantly when the sludge poured in, like concrete flooding my insides and weighing me down. Every millimeter of the stuff was torture as the hose forcefully pumped the vile concoction deep into my intestines.