Pushed past immobility (To be continued) (Patreon)

I remember when you were simply a plump three hundred pounds. Hefty, able, but growing slower and slower by the day. You never really did know how to put the fork down. Always shoveling endless mounds of calories into yourself. Maybe you ate your emotions, maybe you were a grazer, or maybe you just loved being filled at all times. I live to witness that. We met online on one of those plus sized feeder sites and you were suprised at how fit I was. Nobody ever expects a fit, healthy person to go for a fat slob, it just doesn't happen often. You knew my intent and seen past it. I think it was the outrageous amount of money I had and the promise of never having to work again. Some people will do anything for that kind of relationship.  You were fairly heavy but in my eyes it was only the starting line of a very long race to see how much more weight I could pile into you. I'm sick you see, instead of going for fit, hard working, aesthetically pleasing individuals I go for overweight, sloppy, pigs. Maybe I'm broken but I don't rightly care. I will get what I want however I want it. Money has a funny way of helping me get my way. All the companies I have bought and sold, all the property I own, and the videos I sell has made me quite a profit. But there you were, beautifully built and incredibly appealing to me and I could tell you were thinking the same. We shared the same interests which made it all the better. But the most important thing was our matching interests in turning you into a fat pig of a human. I spent countless hours forcing more food into you than you could imagine. Your cheeks constantly packed tight while you struggled to chew. You were such an eager piglet always begging for more. I never let you work too hard in attempt to keep those extra thousand calories from burning off. I made you weigh yourself daily and never once did you lose an ounce. Always filled, always lazy, and always growing. When you reached the four hundred mark I rewarded you with a whole five tier chocolate cake. It took you hours to devour it all but you are such an incredibly greedy pig that you not only accomplished that but you also downed two gallons of milk within eight hours. You made me so proud. I gave you a nice belly rub and fucked you right to sleep. Your gaining had a slow point for a month or two. Maybe your body was trying to resist being packed full of fat and calories, but I pushed and pushed you until your enormous gut was reaching past your thighs. Your bulbous ass filled the chair you sat in and every day it creaked and cried under your mass. I was determined to make you break that chair. As you indulged heavily and grew bigger and bigger, your corpulent body just made me want you more. Pushing you into your chair I grabbed a large funnel I bought online and made you hold it in your fat piggy lips. I had also purchased a specialized concoction from another feeder site. I mixed it as directed then added a little more. I hooked the feeding bag up to a long hook I mounted on the wall next to you. I could tell you were uncertain but I was eager to watch you become a bloated helplessly stuffed whale. Five hundred pounds is a big deal in the feeder community, its almost the halfway mark to half a ton but I was not stopping at half a ton. I needed you to be completely helpless and to rely on me for absolutely everything. I yearned to make you so disgustingly huge that nobody would recognize you, and you were okay with that.

To be continued…