A Fictional Biography Part 1

[laxininrio]

This is just a quick story that I felt compelled to write. Some of it is true, but most of it isnt. Its pretty much unedited. Comments are welcome but be gentle! I'm just doin this for fun....not to become a writer..

I had always been thin. My youth had left me with a set of naturally toned abs and with a little extra effort on my part I had built up the rest to something that might be considered attractive by some. This however, was not what I wanted. I was simply falling in line, as many of us do, with the subtle messages fed to us by society at large. I did not want a perfect physique, rather the opposite. I wanted to be fat. I wanted to be one of those massive blubber boys that graced the TV screen on daily talk shows. I wanted to be the object of ridicule and shame as I waddled my hugely obese body down the sidewalks of my town. This however, did not look like this was going to be a viable option for the near future.

This however, would change when one of my better friends got a job. I was exceedingly jealous of the extra cash (i.e. freedom) he possessed, so this eventually motivated me to look for my own employment.

Not many businesses would hire a 15 year old. I knew of one though. McDonalds was constantly recruiting what seemed like an army of teenagers to train and insert into their assembly lines. The work was boring, but the people were nice. After the initial training I was moved into the regular schedule and I quickly saw many of my previously free evenings slipping away. The paycheck was more than worth it though. I likely would have wasted those free evenings anyways, and now I had more than enough money to do what I wanted too. Socializing is so much better when you have means at your disposal.

It was several months in that I began to notice some changes that were occurring. I had not been able to go to the gym in quite a while, and this had left my body in something resembling a state of atrophy. This in addition to the ample amounts of burgers that I had begun to consume at work had definitely left its mark on my once proud and toned body. My stomach had begun to droop as it filled with soft jelly and my chest had started to become fleshy and plump. Even my ass seemed to be stretch at the back of my pants, clamouring for more space to expand into.

These changes really excited me more than anything. In fact they probably spurred my diet on to even greater heights of gluttony. It seems that being surrounded by salty grease soaked foods has the ability to subdue ones inhibitions. Especially when the food was free (well not free, but everyone stole it).

These changes hadn’t gone unnoticed by my friends. They began to tease me, calling me various names (dough boy, lardo etc.), however, it was never very serious. I enjoyed it in fact. I enjoyed the idea that people could see how fat I was getting and felt it necessary to comment. This was essentially all the encouragement I needed to continue to pig out.

This pattern kept going unhindered until one day, after a particularly large late night sundae, I was leaning over the grill to scoop up a couple of errant burgers to place on the meat rack. I suddenly I felt an unexpected (and very pleasurable) release of tension around my waist. Almost simultaneously a button skidded across the grill landing neatly in the grease trap. To my horror (and probably excitement) I saw a blubbery belly roll hanging out over what remained of my waistband.

Immediately out of reflex I pulled down my shirt in a vain effort to conceal my body’s new flabby addition. However, as soon as my hands let go of the shirt, it began to drift of re-exposing my soft pale flesh, criss-crossed with angry red stretch marks. Unsure of what to do I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and quickly headed for the managers office, noting that my ass was now more than enough to keep my pants aloft, even without the waistband.

Now I had always thought that my manager was quite cute. He was about 19 years old and had the hottest (in my opinion) plumpest figure you could ever imagine. Topping it off with shaggy blond hair down to his eyes, and smooth unblemished skin. He was a definite improvement to the scenery around there.

“Hey, mark….ummm….I sorta ripped my pants on the grill….ummm do you think I could get some new ones” I asked. He glanced up from the stack of paperwork he was attempting to deal with and let his eyes move over me, lingering on the problematic area.

“Ha-ha…sure sure…that’s fine…just go in back and find some pants that..fit..” he said with the just the slightest emphasis on the word.

Extremely embarrassed at this point (but also slightly turned on) I left with a brief thanks and headed straight for the storage room, leaving him looking after me.

Once I got to the storage closet I quickly chose out a new pair of medium pants. Small pants certainly weren’t going to fit me anymore. The medium pants fit comfortably, but then as I was buttoning them up, an idea struck me. An idea that provoked my libido almost immediately. What if I got a bigger size?

Now this may seem insignificant to the reader but this small thought carried with it a realm of meaning. The idea of getting a pair of pants to grow into possibly represented the first signs of thoughts of intentional weight gain in my cerebrum. So quickly making the decision I pulled on the large pants and went back upstairs.

As I passed the managers office I caught Marks eye and he nodded at me with something that I interpreted as approval in his expression. I quickly nodded back and headed back to work.

This incident had left a mark on me. My mindset towards food had begun to change. It was no longer just something extremely pleasurable; it was something that could make me fat. I began to eat more and more when I went in to work a shift. If I had bothered to add up my food intake at the time I would’ve noticed that I was eating the equivalent of 3 combos every shift, in addition to the left over dinner my mom left out for me when I went home for the night. Even when I wasn’t on shift I usually made it my business to stop in and order a couple combos for myself. It was clear that I had become addicted to McDonalds and that this addiction was beginning to consume more and more of my waking time.

This wasn’t the only lasting influence the incident had on me. It seemed to demolish any previous inclination I had towards physical activity. What was left of my build had shrunk and softened to the point of non-existence. I was now completely soft all over. My friends would always poke at me to see how far their fingers would extend into my blubber. The result always seemed to impress them.

Their teasing however, only emphasized in my own mind how big I was becoming. The large pants that I had once eagerly slipped into in the storage room at work, had grown tight around my waist. My belly had expanded outwards, seeming to grow doughier with every meal. My pectorals had lost all of their muscular stiffness and had degenerated into soft fat man tits, that I could feel bobbing slightly with my belly as I walked. My ass had continued strain the seat of my pants as they turned into two soft rippling globes of blubber that always seemed to wriggle themselves up and out of my pants, exposing my now much larger plumbers butt. Even my thighs had gained a soft plumpness of their own.

If these changes weren’t noticeable enough, I always wore old and extremely tight shirts that were completely unable to cover my increased girth. I loved to strut around in what I considered my sexy attire, showing off all of my gluttonous flab to everyone that walked by. Its obvious to me now that I enjoyed the teasing, I was turned on by it, so I tried to attract as much attention as possible. It was this particular quirk that attracted the attention of someone unexpected.

Thanks for reading!

[petenchepe2004]

haha awsome!! can't wait for part 2

[Jenik Honza]

very good story! would to know which is the heroe´s weight (i. e how much did he gaine)

[jaybear]

Nicely done! The stuff of which so many of us have dreamed. Will anxiously await the next instalment - to see how big "you" grow... and who the "someone" is...

[gooseface]

I like it :D. Great use of description and transition :).

[Fat boy]

That is awsome!!!

[laxininrio]

Thanks guys! I was really nervous about posting the story! I'm working on part 2 but I dunno when Ill have it done...Im sort of making it up as I go...soo I guess itll be done whenver inspiration hits me! Oh and to answer a question (haha..i dunno how to quote people) I dont think Im going to mention the heros weight..I like to leave it to peoples imagination.

[MakeYouFatter]

Nice story! Nice pic too by the way. ;)

[killingtime]

good job, lets hope we can see some... similar results soon

[laxininrio]

Part 2

Hey! I wrote some more of the story..again its not super edited and some of the sentences bother me..but..well i dont care really
Anyways I hope you all enjoy it and please comment if you did! (or if you didnt too i guess..just to be fair..)

It was a Sunday night and I was being trained on the cash register. Some of the other managers thought that getting me away from directly preparing the food might help to control my weight. It would be to no avail though, because I could quite easily slip into the back whenever the opportunity presented itself and pop a couple chicken nuggets into my mouth to temporarily satisfy my increasingly cavernous belly.

I had just gotten back from one such excursion when I noticed that a customer was waiting for me to take his order. He was staring up at the menu somewhat blankly, in a vain effort to try to determine what exactly he wanted from our fine establishment (heh).

"Can I help you sir?" I asked trying to snap him out of his daze.

"Oh, sorry..." he said, reorienting himself to the present. "I'll have a..." and with that he trailed off, staring at me for a moment. It was quite an uncomfortable moment from my perspective, because his eyes lingered for quite a time on my once trim body, now bloated out with soft layers of pliable jelly. That morning I had worn an old uniform that I had acquired in my earlier days of employment at McDonalds, so the tight fabric heavily exaggerated my fat form. It pulled at my supple fat rolls, suffocating my swollen body to the point where it was almost uncomfortable to move in it.

"ummm...sorry about that" he said quickly regaining his bearings. "I'd like a #1 please, hold the pickles and a coke to drink."

"Would you like to supersize that sir?" I asked, glad to have the standard script fed to us in training because it was about this moment that I started to notice how attractive he was. He had a soft milky complexion, large playful eyes and a strong jaw that seemed to accent his overall attractiveness. I also noticed that he had a nice plumper sort of figure, one that you wouldn’t immediately notice because of his facial features, but it definitely had a soft roundness to it.

"Most definitely" he replied in a tone that had I not know better, would have characterized as suggestive. His eyes seemed to glisten with mischievous intent as he watched me gather the items in his order. I could feel him staring at my now ample ass as I started to bend over looking for a bag to place his order in. As I continued to bend over I felt my tight shirt slide up my back revealing two substantial love handles that spilled over the sides of my waistband. I had always loved my love handles, (almost as much as my moobs) because they had expanded into two large slabs of plump blubber, which hid my once trim waistline. Realizing that my back was exposed I stood up quickly as I didn’t want a manager to see my practically mooning a customer, and I busied myself about my task gathering the items for his order.

Once I had prepared his order he placed a twenty in my hand and simply left with a wide grin on his face. Being somewhat confused I looked down to see that along with the twenty was a small folded up piece of paper…

It read:

You wear the uniform well – how about getting a drink with me sometime?

434-847-4838

-Matt

p.s. really looking forward to hearing from you and think of the change as a tip…

Needless to say I was spellbound by the idea that such a hot guy would be into me, especially after my recent weight gain. I would have never admitted it at the time, but I had secretly hoped that he had noticed me because of all of the flab I had packed onto my frame in the last few months. Despite my initial impulse to try to seem cool and not call him for a while, I called Matt immediately after my shift was over on Monday (the next day). When I got home I sat down in a comfortable easy chair to make the call. I couldn’t help but notice the feeling of my distended belly sag into my lap. The thought of talking to Matt had excited me so much that I had stuffed even more greasy food into my belly than I would have on any normal day. As a result I was breathing somewhat heavily, and could only work out a couple of sentences at a time. I picked up the phone and dialled the number.

“Hello?” the voice caught me by surprise.

“Uhh…hi…its me…the guy from the Mcdonalds” I said with a great deal of hesitation in my voice.

“Uhh..what?” asked the voice. “Who is this?”

“Oh umm…sorry..I’m looking for Matt” I said now completely embarrassed. At this point all I wanted to do was to hang up the phone. Who was I kidding? I had become such a fat pig I couldn’t imagine anyone actually wanting me.

“Ohhh…sorry..I’ll get him for you.” After what seemed like an eon of waiting a deep voice came over the line.

“Hello?” it asked.

“Umm…hey…its me, the guy from Mcdonalds” I said in a voice even more timid than the first time I said it.

“Hey fatboy…I didn’t expect you to call this early” he said, taking me somewhat off guard. I was sure that most people didn’t call a person fat after such a brief meeting. Despite the oddness of the comment, it did excite me…a lot.

“Umm…well I guess I was sorta bored…and..” I started (trying to play it cool) but he immediately cut me off.

“Ha ha...sure you were. Now where do you want me to take you for dinner…I know this great all you can eat place..how about that? Is Thursday good for you?” I was dumbfounded by his confidence. In the space of 10 seconds he had reduced me to a passive spectator to the conversation, only really able to agree to whatever he offered me.

“Uh sure I guess that would be cool…I have work till 7 though..” I managed.

“That’s fine…How about I pick you up at Mcdonalds after your shift?”

And that’s how it happened. I had a date for Thursday. The realization finally dawned on me after a moment and a swell of excitement quickly built up inside my chest. I had a date! At an all you can eat place! I couldn’t decide which part I was more excited about. I spent the next few moments dancing on the spot, hoping that no one was there to see me in such a state of uninhibited elation. I had visions of stuffing myself to the limit and so completely exhausting my stomachs capacity that Matt would have to help me waddle out of the restaurant. It was obvious that he liked plumper boys and it seemed that he didn’t mind it when they indulged themselves, so I thought it was a pretty safe bet that I could pig out. And pig out I would, I resolved to be a complete hog that night. I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be completely put off by it either. Or who knows, maybe he would even like it.

[Jenik Honza]

good job! continue, pls! (my wish: compare the weight of your hero at the beginning of the story and now!thks)

[swisspbb]

Great! I can't wait to read more! (Please give details of what your hero is eating:P)

[chubby/tan]

love the story (could u give the weight of the hero in the next one?) hope to see the next part soon!!

[gooseface]

Woot! Looking forward to the next installment xD

[bknox24677]

great story!

[fatlineman72]

i really like it. keep it up

[laxininrio]

Hey! I decided to post smaller segements cause there easier to get done quickly. Tell me what you guys think or whatever you want i guess...its your post! p.s. again..theres not a whole lot of editing (cause editing is boring) sooo please forgive the mistakes or crappy word usage.


It was Thursday night and I still hadn't managed to shake the nervous tinge that I felt in my stomach. Despite this I had remained quite hungry and as per usual had eaten like a pig all week.

I paced around my house waiting for the inevitable ring of the door bell. I had managed to get off work slightly early so I could go home and get ready. However, getting ready proved to be more of a challenge then I had previously thought. I really should have thought of it before. I hadn't been to any sort of upscale event since my cousins wedding over a year ago so the only dress clothes I possessed were embarassingly tight. The sleves of my dress shirt clung to my flabby arms and constricted my every attempted movement. My shirt couldnt even begin to close over my soft sagging belly and my pants were at their breaking point as I managed to stretch them over my painfully large ass. The only thing that still fit was my shoes.

Unable to think of anything else, I dashed into my older brothers room in a vain hope that he had a dress shirt that I would at least be able to button. Upon finding a suitible candidate (probably a gift to him from a well meaning but near sighted relative) I quickly put it on and left it untucked to hid the fact that I couldnt fully button my pants. I went over to the mirror to look myself over and it was at this moment that I came to the realization that I was becoming embarassingly fat. The shirt while certainly an improvement over the last one, was still stretched incredibly tightly over my obese body. My fat man tits were desparately pushing against the fabric, striving for some sort of relief from its unrelenting pressure.

If my tits looked like they were trying to escape from the confines of the shirt, my belly then was well on its way. The shirt in this region was stretched to the point of transparency.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, I decided that I didn't mind this. I liked how I looked. Yes, I liked looking like a fat lazy slob. My body felt sexy and appealing to me as it writhed in the fabric. I looked at all my voluptous rolls of soft flesh and decided that I looked quite good.


It was then that the door bell rang. I quickly sprayed on some colonge and waddled to the door as quickly as my constrictive pants would allow. As I pulled it open I saw Matt standing there smiling at me, exactly like he when we first met.

"Well fat boy, aren't you a sight for sore eyes" he said in what I can only describe as said in what I can only describe as a self-satisfied and arrogant tone.

“Uh…yeah…I umm…guess I forgot to get new dress clothes” I stuttered.

“Well I think you look stunning in what your wearing fat boy” he replied “Anyways we better get going before the evening rush at Tony’s gets into full swing, we want to get our moneys worth at the buffet, now don’t we?”

And with that we were off in his car. We chatted mostly chatted about trivial things on the way there, but the one perennial topic that kept surfacing was my increasing girth. I had pieced it together by now (good job Sherlock) that my weight was in fact a turn on for him. In fact, he revealed that he was only interested in “plumper” boys and really had no interest in the trimmer figures the gay community seemed to aspire to. It was unfortunately a pressure he had succumbed to as he admitted that he used to have a much rounder figure than he presently had.

The conversation ended as we pulled into the parking lot of Tony’s. The restaurant catered to larger families who were on a limited budget. Every night they laid out an impressive buffet that was surprisingly cheap. Hence they were always very busy during the evening, however being such a small party we managed to snag a table with a relatively short wait. Matt quickly stood up as soon as we had settled and said that he would get us our food, I moved to protest but he quieted me with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry fat boy, I’ll make sure you get your fill,” he said. And with that he was off to the buffet table, where he began loading up several plates with a variety of foods. When he returned he set several plates down in front of me, each piled high with greasy fried chicken, soft and fluffy bread, and several types of creamy rich pastas.

“Here you go fat boy, you can start with this,” he said.

“Umm…this is a lot of food…” I started.

“Don’t worry fat boy, I know you’re a big eater, I’m sure you can finish it real easy” he interrupted.

So I began to eat. It was so good; the food just seemed to melt in my mouth. It was so delicious; I barely noticed that I was stuffing my face full of mouth-watering food at an alarming rate. As I finished the pasta he appeared at my side (I hadn’t even noticed that he was gone) with another plate with a large steaming meat pie sitting on top of it. At this point I wasn’t questioning why he was giving me the food, I was just eating it. I dug into it with increased fervour, savouring the variety of fatty flavours released in my mouth with each bite. Each time I conquered a plate he would appear with a new one, until there was a small stack of empty plates lying on the table in front of me.

Finally after what seemed like ages the ache in my stomach compelled me to stop. My belly was bigger than I had ever seen it; little slits of skin had become visible between them as my belly threatened to overwhelm my shirt. Matt got up and quietly gathered several more plates and loaded them with stacks of moist soft brownies, and large globs of ice cream. He set them down in front of me and looked at me expectantly. I moved to protest but he again silenced me by putting his hand up to my lips.

“Eat fat boy, its what you want,” he said in a soft voice. So I ate.

[killingtime]

If you ever want to make this a reality just give me a call :P

[Barnabas Collins]

This looks to be a good start to a great story. There are so many questions buzzing around my brain about it. How did Matt and the narrator meet? What is the narrator's name? Does the narrator still live at home or just with his brother? If it took this long for the narrator to decide he loved being fat, how did he accept his gain before? Did he accept it before?

[fat hiker]

I thought he'd explained quite well how Matt and the narrator had met, back in part I. So far, the story is great - leaves a lot to the imagination, but also describes other parts in great detail. I'd love to know how the narrator, who's clothes barely fit before the buffet, is going to get away from the buffet without blowing out a few seams? Perhaps Matt will come to the rescue with some clothes from his fatter days?

[jaybear]

Good story. It's making me really hungry... ;-)

[brynamite]

Excellent story, bro! Wow - you really know your details about what it's like getting fatter. That's the best part of your stories for me - all the exquisitely detailed descriptions of bulging lovehandles, a belly writhing around under a too-tight shirt, etc. I'd love to make this come true for you, buddy!

[abg1988]

wow i would love to have been a customer at the MCDonalds and like totally hit on you and stuff...haha

[littlelily]

wow, that made me blush!:D

[laxininrio]

Hey guys!! Thanks for the compliments! It really helps me to write this! To be honest I wish something like this would happen to me so thanks for the enticing offers! Anyways as always heres the next unedited and unrehersed segment! Hopefully, you guys like it!

Eating the next several plates of dessert proved to be easier than I expected. It was really astonishing to me, that my capacity had increased this much. Previously I wouldn't have been able to finish even a fourth of the food I was now stuffing into my face. I had truly transformed myself into a glutton. My former skinny self would have been eclipsed completely by my swollen form and my newly acquired prodigious ability to eat.

As I began to finish the last plate Matt had placed in front of me I noticed that he was getting the check. Normally I would have offered him some money, but at this point I felt as though I was completely unable to do anything but breath and even that was a struggle. As soon as he had paid, he offered me his hand and helped me up out of my seat. I felt somewhat light headed as I rose and couldn't help staggering slightly. I was grateful that Matt was there to steady me.

He seemed extremely happy as he did so. Almost giddy. "You ok fat boy?" He asked in an amused tone.

"Uhh..yeah..just lost my balance there for a second I guess.." I replied slightly embarrassed.

As we started walking out to the car I noticed how much more restrictive my shirt felt. Its buttons and seams were stretched to the point of breaking, and it suddenly seemed to inadequately hide the fact that my pants were undone, as it had drifted up my torso revealing my cavernous belly button. As this realization dawned on me I turned a shade of deep red. I looked over at Matt I realized that he had noticed my discomfiture and it looked like he knew the source.

"You were a real pig in there, weren't you fat boy?" he said.

"Uh.." I stammered but he cut me off continuing, "yeah people were really staring at you in there. Watching you pig out. You better watch it or your gonna get really fat...." he said with a mischievous grin.

My only response was to turn even redder and look away as he laughed. We had finally arrived at the car and none to soon in my opinion as I was winded from just that short walk. I slid heavily into his passenger seat and waited expectantly for him to turn the key and get us in gear. But instead he reached into the back and grabbed what appeared to be a grocery bag.

"Before we take you home fat boy I have a little surprise for you" he said with a grin. "I have a nice big chocolate swirl cheese cake for you, and your gonna try to eat all of it aren't you fat boy?"

Now normally I would have balked at such a suggestion after such a huge meal. But I really liked Matt so far, I didn't want to seem rude and turn down his gift. Besides, cheesecake is my favourite.

"Uh..umm..ok..I guess I can have some...do you have any forks or anything?" I asked.

"haha...sorry fatboy..no forks..your just gonna have to use your hands" he said.

So I dug in. I started grabbing big globs of smooth creamy cheesecake and pushing them into my mouth. They tasted so good and it just melted in my mouth and slipped down my throat into my fat belly. I ate and ate unable to stop for quite some time. When I finally started to slow down, Matt started to pick up gooey chunks of the cake and stuff them into my mouth encouraging me as he did.

"That’s it fat boy, your doing a great job...just a little more" he whispered. Cheese chunks were spilling out of my mouth at this point and dropping onto my shirt leaving large stains. My sloppy eating only seemed to spur Matt on. He continued to feed me with increasing vigour, forcing my mouth to swallow more and more food. Eventually a rather large chunk of it to fell out of my mouth and slid down my strained shirt onto his car seat.

"Oh shit...sorry..I didn’t mean to drop it..." I stuttered and bent forward slightly in my seat to scoop it up. As I did this I felt a sudden release in the pressure around my torso as the shirt finally gave it. Several buttons popped off, letting my belly pour out into my lap, covering it in soft blubber. It felt soo good to not be constricted anymore by my shirt. To let my body expand as far outwards as it wanted was fast becoming a luxury for me these days.

Matt’s eyes went wide as this happened. He sat there shocked for a moment and then without hesitation he gripped my shoulders and planted a long mouth-watering kiss on my lips. His hands drifted down my soft bloated torso smearing it with the chunks of cheesecake that had stuck to his hands. I just kissed back and enjoyed the feeling of him pressed up against my fat swollen gut.

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When Matt dropped me off at home I was met at the door by my brother. He looked over my body taking in the cheese cake smeared all over my blubber tits and shirt (his shirt no less) and my obese belly hanging out of his shirt and over my undone pants.

"What the hell did you do!?!?" he shouted with a mixture of horror and anger.

I stood there unsure of what to say for a moment. " I just went out for a bite to eat.”

[blue_guitar06]

awesome story

[Jenik Honza]

meeting or the brother is very unexpected turn! I am curios for continuing! (would like to know the weight of the hero, pls!)

[Barnabas Collins]

This great, so much conflict and drama. I like the diary form, as I tend to get spoiled and can read it all at once. Keep up the fabulous entries.

[growing_lad]

That is one good gainer and encourager story. Well done 'laxinirio', can't wait for the next istallment:) Well written by the way :)

[fat_man]

Even though I might stop gaining soon, this makes me want to get fatter ^^

[hugequads]

very very well written

[laxininrio]

Hey everyone! I ran out of ideas for this story...soo I just decided to end it..its not overly creative but hopefully you all don't mind it too much! I wanna write another story soon..soo if anyone has some kickass ideas they wanna let me steal just give post them or send them or something...

p.s. not only did i not edit this..i wrote it really fast..soo sorry in advance for sub-par quality

Three months later

I had chocolate ice cream all over my face I realized as I looked into the mirror in front of me. Thick creamy Ben and Jerrys was dripping down from the corners of my mouth and running down over my thick double chin, where it finally puddled on my now dirty shirt.

This had been a familiar site in the mirror over the past few months as Matt and I continued to date. Every date revolved around excessive amounts of fattening foods, all of which ended up in my bloated belly by the end of the night. Matt was absolutely insaitable, every feeding he demanded that I consume more and our dates started to last longer and longer because of it. After about a month of increasingly endless feedings I simply just began to stay over at his house afterwards. To tired, bloated and out of shape to even think about staggaring home. Thus I was at Matts house trying to shake off what I had come to call food hangovers.

I began wiping off my face with a damp cloth, noting that I looked completely different a year ago. The planes of my face had been engulfed in a soft layer of fat, that rounded it out in a cherub like fashion. Friends who I hadn't seen in a while usually passed by me unawares that the obese boy that had just waddled by them was or at least used to be their friend. However that depressing it may seem though I was deleriously happy. Matt made me feel beautiful and valued.

I finished wiping my face and left Matts bathroom and waddled over to the bed. Try as I might, I could no longer slip stealthly into his bed, my obese body made that far to difficult. In the past few months I had gained an even more substantial amount of weight. My body had filled its already thick folds of blubber with even more soft jelly. It was getting to the point where I couldnt even move without feeling the gelatinous layers of lard the encased my body quiver and resist my efforts. Consequently, I moved around even less. I just let Matt get me more and more food, letting him watch me expand in front of his eyes.

As soon as my body hit the bed my weight forced a depression in the mattress and rolled Matt directly into me, rousing him from his light slumber.

"Hey fatboy..all cleaned up are we?" He said as he squeezed one of my soft creamy man tits.

"hehe..yes.." I answered, now far more comfortable with Matts presence.

"You know your obese now don't you?" he said sleepily.

"What?" I said genuinely curious as to what he meant.

"Your obese now fat boy..just like you always wanted to be..I knew from the moment I met you that you wanted to be huge..I knew that you got off on your own piggishness"

"......" I was speechless, how could he have known? I had barely known! My desire had been soo repressed, so unconscious that it had only remained a phantom in the back of my own mind until my monumentous weight gain had triggered it.

"How did you know..?" I asked with a timidness that I had not known since my first date with Matt.

"You made it easy fat boy..the way you ate on your break..the way you seemed to not mind wearing a uniform that constricted and emphasized your beautiful body...you were begging for a guy like me to come along.."

It was true. Even if I hadn't consciously recognized it at the time. Even with all the drawbacks to being morbidly obese, I had wanted it. And there were plenty of drawbacks. My brother didn't talk to me unless it was to call me pigboy, my parents were worried about my health, I had to buy new clothes every month or so and I had even lost some friends over my weight gain.

But I was happy. I was finally the huge obese boy that people stared at as they walked down the street. I was the fat boy who took up two seats on the bus and still my blubber poured over onto those beside me. I was the fat boy who got turned away from the movies because I was to fat for a seat.

And I loved it.

[petenchepe2004]

wow good story so is this the end? he's gotten to where he wants to be right? i liked it... kinda had a nice flow to it... very nice easy read :)

[killingtime]

Very good job man. Who knows, maybe one day you'll find someone to make this come true.