Endlessly eating (Patreon)

Enormous and still. My body is so big and engorged with fat that all I can do is open my mouth for more. Laying in the middle of a triple king sized bed, comfortable and warm. Moving limbs is now impossible since they are slowly being swallowed by more fat. They are far too heavy to even wiggle anyways. Glug...glug...glug... The sound of my throat working down the flow of slop. I guess I couldn't chew fast enough for you so you decided that being funnel fed calories was a better idea. This is what I craved, pure helplessness. Buried upon pounds and pounds of fat, so hopelessly obese and unable to even lift a finger. Exercise is out of the question. Hell, moving me from this room is out of the question. Now all I live for is to grow so incredibly obese that I may be famous for it. You have been excellent too, fattening me up to this point. The point of no return. I thought eight hundred pounds was heavy, I was wrong. Every now and then I can manage a stretch in, but it's getting harder to move. I do love when you are feeling a bit evil and stuff thick, cheesy, greasy pizza into my mouth and watch me struggle to match your pace. My record is five large pizzas. Humanly impossible and probably disgusting to most. My poor stomach lining had been abused heavily from my addiction, but I don't mind. I'll make it to six large pizzas one day.

You are so forceful and firm when you push me to my limits. I know if I dont fulfill your demands you will have your way with me. Sometimes I think you want me to burst! I know you would enjoy seeing my stomach rupture right before your eyes. You would probably be proud of your work. Sick, I know. I'd probably be ok with it anyways. You scare me sometimes with how you tell me you want me to eat until I feel like I'm going to pop. My body is so massive now that it's becoming difficult to breathe. Imagine letting yourself become so obese that your body is struggling to keep itself alive and you just keep swelling up bigger. But deep down you can't even stop because one, you are so addicted to eating that the thought of not having food in you is a terrible idea; and two, you are so fat you wouldn't be able to get out of bed, let alone a door. So, your only option is to see how much more gluttonous abuse your body can handle before it gives out entirely. My arms just hang to my sides now, I rub my vast growing belly while I suck down thousands of calories a day. My feeder tortures me by forcing me to do tiny workouts in between feedings. Raising my arms up, wiggling my legs, making me sit up straight. They call me a fat disgusting pig, a slob, and a porker. I love it. It just makes me eat more and more.

I grow out of breath so easily now I couldn't even imagine walking, I'm far too fat now. I've ballooned from two hundred seventy pounds to one thousand five hundred ninety pounds in five years. You first wanted me to reach three hundred fifty by tying me to the bed and feeding me carb loaded meals. The pounds really packed on after the first four months of being layed in bed all the time. Then you introduced me to the funneling system you set up. That's when I kissed my mobile body goodbye. After the first two years I was nearing immobility with a five hundred sixty pound lard filled body. Huffing and puffing with every step. I secretly adored you when you let me fall over, gasping for air then forced me to eat an entire extra large pizza on the floor. You were so diligent and I was so greedy, you just rubbed my swollen gut and encouraged me to eat more. Good thing I made it to the bed because after that I never got out of it. The amount of calories and carbs you quickly stuffed into me was astounding. You really did want to make sure I never got out of bed ever again. It worked too.

Now my weight is climbing daily with no hope of shrinking down to a reasonable size. No pair of pants will fit my vast waist size and shirts just barely cover my chest now. My ass feels like an anchor holding me to the bed enabling my laziness. You used to make me wear my clothes until my fat flabby body ripped every seam out of them, I sure do miss that. Now I'm nearly too fat to wear anything at all. It was going to happen eventually. You seem even more eager and forcefull now even though I'm far past the weight I planned on stopping at. Maybe you are testing me to see when I will try to say "no" or maybe you already know my will power is shattered. Besides...even if I did say no, how could I stop you? I'm practically an obese blob slowly being suffocated and crushed under my own gluttony. But I love the look in your eyes when you watch me devour thousands of calories before you. An almost evil, greedy, lustful stare that wants more from me. When your hands press into my deep doughy belly rolls I can feel your desire to push me even further, even bigger. I want to feed that desire. I'm not sure my exact weight anymore but I'm sure I'm nearing two tons. I'm not sure how much more my body can handle but I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.