Extremes (Patreon)

You're just another toy to me. A pet. A thing for my viewing pleasure. I get satisfaction from your torture. I just wanted to watch you grow. Bigger...fatter...wider... It has led to this. I'm not even the least bit apologetic either. You wanted this too, I believe. Your regrets of eating too much throughout your life changed into a lustful desire. You never could get enough.

Countless calories every day. You sickened yourself and everyone you knew. But they didn't see what you wanted. Your gluttony became so out of control you needed help. But not someone to necessarily stop you. An enabler. A feeder. You didn't think I'd do it. But you also didn't think you could even get this big. It's impossible right? You were wrong. With the right equipment, research, and dedication it’s never impossible. I pleased you while I fed you. I trained you to love food even more. I trained you to eat more and more. I helped you stretch yourself out to have the ability to be absolutely stuffed.

Pretty soon your already immobile body began to spread out. Rolls of lard filling the bariatric sized bed. I had to purchase a custom sized bed from a private company specializing in massive sized people. I bought the biggest one they had. Maybe they wanted people to get that fat...I often wondered. I played with the globs of fat that hung from your thighs and arms. I made you wiggle your massive body for my own entertainment. "More..." You claimed when you would feast. You were shamefully gluttonous. A true beast to be satiated. You even loved when I filled you from behind. Even when the feeding machine malfunctioned you still kept up. Emptying every vat of pure buttery lard I had. I kept you my secret.

Your body had passed three thousand pounds in no time. Your arms, legs, feet, and neck were stuck in their permanent position, resting upon hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of fat. You seemed content still, being unable to even wiggle. Your body spreading wider every day. I had some difficulty pleasing you so I had a crane installed to lift your gargantuan gut. I also purchased a specialized spreader bar that would allow me to wedge myself between your lardy bags of thigh fat.

You were getting so extremely fat I had to get you a breathing mask. I'm sure with so much weight on top your chest it would be difficult to breathe. I also kept the room cool at all times because let's face it, being that massive would make anyone sweat like a hog. But nonetheless you still happily sucked down thousands of calories daily. After reaching up to five thousand pounds your hands and feet were no longer visible. They were slowly being overlapped by your swelling arms and legs. At this point you were thrilled to have let yourself get this big, you wanted even more. I wanted to push you further. I wanted your body to be considered extremely obese, even in the feeder/feedee world. With the help of a couple more people we fed you eighteen hours a day. Your stomach stayed taut and round and you were in ecstasy most of the time.

After swelling up to six thousand pounds you had a hard time swallowing your own food so the tube had to be inserted down into your stomach. Your cheeks, neck, and chest were so puffy with fat your eyes were beginning to be forced shut. Day after day of being filled, your arms and legs were finally swallowed under massive globs of flab. You were a monstrous site. An eating machine. A gluttonous, bed bound, severely obese blob. I could even hear your stomach digesting through the thick layers of fat, it had been trained to digest massive quantities of food earlier on. It sounded almost painful sometimes. My other feeders would help please you as well as keep you clean. I would roll your heavy sacks of fat in my hands wobbling and jiggling them, proud of my huge pig of a human.

Your own friends and family wouldn't recognize you anymore. You look almost disfigured, in an...extremely obese person sort of way. "Feed me." You first words when we met. I think we have both done our parts. I often wonder if you regret this. But when you rub yourself off when I fill your stomach I can tell you enjoy it still. I'm going to push you and push you to eat yourself to ten thousand pounds. I want your body to bury itself in fat. So just lay there and be filled my extremely obese pet...you don't have a choice anyway.