Pushing Yourself (Patreon)

The band of your jeans are tight now aren't they? You found the biggest size they have but now your stomach has taken over your lap and is pushing your tits up. Your stomach is so tightly stuffed in the denim that you have to dig for the zipper to even get them off. I know you find yourself embarrassed but you just pacify yourself with more brownies or cookies or pizza. Consume. Glut yourself. Push yourself further. Your thighs have large blubbery globs of fat that take up the space between your legs and your knees are smothered in a roll of leg fat. Your body is more than just morbidly obese now, its growing towards extremely obese and getting worse. It doesn't help that strangers pay to feed you bigger either does it? Hundreds of thousands of followers ordering you takeout right to your door just to watch your body swell up even heavier. You've given in and now just let people come in and feed you. Fuck you.

As you climb steadily up to 800 pounds your mobility is limited. One of your loyal feeders has a camera set up in front of your california king sized bed just to stream you eating like a big fat hog. Sometimes you dress up to entertain your followers but their only interest is to watch your body become so massive you can't even wiggle. Your days are spent with only your arms getting a work out. Raising your hand from your plate to gorge yourself. You are occasionally funnel fed to speed up the process. Your favorite thing to be stuffed with is pizza though. The thick, cheesy, salty meal just seems to fill every inch of your insides as your feeder mercilessly pushes you to eat more of it every day. You love the teasing too. "Good pig, feel yourself grow for me..." You've gotten used to being caressed and played with by them as well. Lifting your mountainous belly, light pinching, and jiggling. You start to feel like a play thing...a pet almost.

You have nothing that fits anymore do you? No jeans or leggings could possibly contain the amount of fat that has accumulated on your body. Not even a t shirt. Now all you have to do is lay naked on a bed and continue to give into gluttony. You made an agreement with a dedicated feeder that you would live out the rest of your life eating for them. Besides, it's what you wanted to do. Your sexual energy and obsession has led you down this path. You love to be filled more than anything. That plus the feeling of being so helplessly obese makes for your ultimate pleasure combination. You're a literal human pig. You live solely to eat.

Now that you've pushed yourself past 1200 pounds, things start getting tricky. Rolling over is nearly impossible, you need an air conditioner on you constantly, you've been set up with a customized catheter system and a heart monitor. You know your health will decline but you still keep guzzling down thousands of calories daily. Your skin that was once mostly taut is now saggy and riddled with stretch marks from gaining so quickly. Your lighter binging has overstretched your stomach lining and intestines to keep you from literally exploding. Having sex now is virtually impossible. Your stomach, thighs, and pubic mound make it a chore to reach by intercourse alone. Your feeder just fits with you with a vibrating and pulsating toy and funnel feeds you with a heavy flow of a thick milkshake. The combination of being stuffed full to the brink of popping with sexual pleasure makes everything worth it.

You've made your followers quite proud as your weight climbs past 2200 pounds. You are literally buried under your own weight now. Your arms and legs are smothered in thick layers of cellulite and you can no longer breathe without an oxygen mask. Your pancreas has given up and you need insulin to bring down your sugar. You are an unhealthy insanely obese disaster. You wheeze and pant while you struggle to open your mouth for more food. You are an atrocity. A monster that has no end. Yet your feeder keeps enabling you, forcing you, pushing you further. You had to sign a contract of law stating you are OK with continuing your lifestyle. But nobody knows except your followers. Nobody knows what kind of life you are living. Hidden away from the world living a taboo lifestyle. Another bite. Then another. More and more. You sweat profusely and feel yourself pinned to the bed. Pinned. Stuck. Fat filling every inch of your body searching desperately for more room to put it. Your followers cheer you on as you glut yourself.

A machine now pumps you full every hour. A thick sweet paste makes its way down your throat filling you heavier. As if it was even possible to reach 3000 pounds. But you did it. Your body somehow allowed it to happen. You want to show the world how utterly fucking fat you can let yourself get. But you can't in fear of what your friends and family might think. So you push yourself even more hopelessly obese. You know you are one chug away from either a heart attack or simply exploding. Your body doesn't even look human anymore. Your hands and feet almost seem dwarfed while they are slowly disappearing under thousands of pounds of fat. Rolls overlapping limbs. You struggle to breathe as your neck is buried under the thick layer of fat that was once your chest. Your heart must be five times the original size as it struggles to pump to your suffering organs. Your feeder rubs your fattened body with lotion to prevent chaffing. You still love their teasing and taunting while they massage your blubbery skin. "Fuck sakes you really did let yourself go! You literally cannot stop eating!" You huff and wheeze with arousal and attempt to grind against the toy underneath your mass. "Thats it...eat and fuck. Thats what you are here for." Your face turns cherry red from rising blood pressure as you struggle to get yourself off.

"Good pig, I can't believe you can still move seeing how fucking morbidly obese you've let yourself get!" Your feeder turns the pressure up on the machine and the flow pacens. "Eat sweetheart, eat and let the machine pump you full." Your face feels hot and your heart and head pounds as your stomach stretches even more. "I love seeing you grow for me...you've done such a good job." They praise while you begin to feel dizzy from the pressure. Your body begins to ache while you work yourself to orgasm. "Poor piggy can't even reach themselves anymore. Its pretty pathetic to watch someone so fucking fat try to get off. Your body jiggles with every motion, you know that right?" Your airflow feels so restricted from the immense weight. "That's it...keep going. Fatten yourself up. More! You're so close!" Their whispering in your ear and strain of your stomach growing rounder and tighter finally push you over the edge.

"Three thousand five hundred."