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  1. Oct 3, 2014 #21

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    I walked over to the gym the next morning. I was feeling sore from the walking I did yesterday. I dressed into my skimpy workout outfit and walked into the gym where Coach Rhonda was talking to a relatively short and very round woman dressed in a similar workout outfit as I had on. Her clothes exposed a huge expanse of belly and thighs and this woman had impressively large breasts perched on top of her huge belly. Seeing my reflection in the mirror next to this woman showed I also had a lot of belly and thighs exposed.

    “Let me introduce you to your workout partner. This is Lisa, she will be your gym partner for the next three weeks. You both need to lose at least 50 pounds and to gain a lot of strength. Lisa is a graduate of the fattening house and she has been a little too successful in gaining weight recently.”

    “Hi. It is good to meet you. It seems a shame that we need to slim down with such lovely bodies as ours, but maybe we can be weight gain partners afterward when we are strong.”

    “Alright, we don’t have time to gab. I will guide you through the exercises I want you to do every day and then I will have you both go for a long walk. I partnered you two up because you are both in danger of having limited mobility and you will need serious daily encouragement to achieve good results.”

    Coach Rhonda led Lisa and I through three hours’ worth of strenuous weight lifting, calisthenics, and stretching. I was shocked at how weak I was. After the workout, we were allowed a small healthy meal and then we were sent out on a five mile walk together. Lisa and I didn’t talk much on our walk because we were breathing so hard most of the time. Coach Rhonda had given us a time limit for the walk so we had to force a hard pace. We seemed to be equally matched in out-of-shapeness and needed rest breaks at similar benches along our route. Our pace seemed so slow compared to how fast I could have walked a few months ago. I kept in mind that only half of my fat was real and that all of Lisa was actual fat, but still I was carrying 500 pounds of real and artificial fat on my body. When we returned coach Rhonda told us we were not done yet. She instructed us in how to massage each other to ease some of the pain from our new exercise regime. We switched off massaging each other and it really did make my sore muscles feel better.

    After this full day of exercise I was exhausted. After I took a shower, all I wanted to do was eat a huge meal with lots of dessert, but coach Rhonda thought we were serious cases and she insisted that we should only eat at the gym cafeteria so that our portions and calories could be controlled. Over dinner Lisa and I talked. She told me how she had emigrated here weighing 220 pounds. She emigrated not because she wanted to be immensely fat, but because her confidence and body image had been destroyed by the Thin society. Once here she adjusted well to the Utopia and eventually decided that she wanted a fatter body. A few month in the fattening dorms added a hundred and fifty pounds to her plump body. She began to love eating and loved the effects it had on her body. She used the term voluptuous. Since then she had continued to gain weight until now. Her weight had skyrocketed in the last year to 620 pounds. She had begun to be less able to do daily things and her boss and friends had sent her here to get healthy.

    We both agreed that being in the Utopia was amazing. Lisa thought that it was almost too amazing in that she had somewhat lost control of herself while reveling in the new-found pleasures of the Utopia. She was looking forward to being a little smaller and a lot healthier. I told her my story adding the fictional back story we had cooked up in Dr. Morgan’s lab. I told her my weight was 664 pounds and that I had gained a pound a day since I had emigrated. We said goodbye and I went back to the dorms and slept.

    I met Lisa at the gym the next day for breakfast and then we worked out with limited supervision by coach Rhonda. Coach would show up every once in a while and tell us to work harder to increase resistance or to go faster, sometimes both of these. Lisa and I had some good talks at meals when we not out of breath.

    The rest of the week, including the weekend was a similar regimen. Lisa and I became good friends and the soreness seemed to get less every day. Our walking pace was faster, we were less out of breath and we were stronger.
    The next Monday coach Rhonda examined us to see how we were progressing. She tested our strength and measured our bodies. I had lost 16 pounds and Lisa had lost 17 pounds. This week we had our now normal workout plus coach Rhonda added extra miles to our walking and an afternoon of swimming laps. It felt so good to be in the water. Lisa looked lovely in her one-piece swimsuit. After working out, massages, showers and then dinner, Lisa invited me to her apartment to celebrate our successful first week. We walked over and had some drinks—a slight slip in our calorie discipline. We had been so close together all week and we had had to touch each other’s bodies so much, but we had been exhausted all week. Today we were stronger and could pay attention. I think we both noticed that we were next to someone attractive who felt the same about the other.

    We sat next to each other on her porch as the evening dwindled down, quietly talking. We kissed and embraced which led to a night of sex. We woke up late the next day in her bed. We were late for breakfast, which coach Rhonda made us skip. We both had a miserable day at the gym being hungry and sleepy.

    Over dinner I had told Lisa about feeding Ally. Lisa was intrigued and said she wanted to meet this skinny woman and see her gorge. She asked if she could feed Ally. I didn’t see why not. After dinner I called Ally up and we agreed to a feeding the next night. I spent the night with Lisa again.

    Lisa and I both looked forward all day to meeting Ally that evening. We had both been hungry all week and the exercise only made us more ravenous. I thought about food a lot, I even dreamed about eating great piles of it. Lisa told me she had similar dreams.

    We met Ally that evening after our workout. I was shocked when we saw Ally. She met us in the lounge wearing a loose robe and then we went to her room for her dinner. She sat down and took off her robe. Underneath she was wearing a small shirt and shorts that had fit her when I had first met her. Now the short and shorts were way too tight. The shirt rode up revealing several inches of bulging tummy. The shorts were stretched sideways to accommodate her wide butt and the waistband in front was bowed downward by her belly. Compared to me or Lisa she was tiny, but she seemed huge compared to the last time I had seen her.

    “Look at the progress I have made! I weigh 145! That’s 35 pounds since I got here. Did you bring Lisa here to help fatten me?”

    “Yes, Lisa and I both want to feed you tonight, is that OK?

    “Yes, let’s begin, I’m starving. I am sorry you are starving so I’ll try to eat for the three of us.”

    It was an amazing night, it did seem like she ate for the three of us. Her shirt and shorts both looked much tighter by the time we were done. Ally was so bloated, her belly round and taught. Ally fell asleep at some point and Lisa and I slyly looked at each other and then grabbed a plate and had a mini stuffing. We didn’t overdo it, but it was so nice to eat a large portion of food. We felt tired and slightly shamed for eating so much and we parted for the evening to our separate dorms.

    Our next weigh-in with Coach Rhonda showed more progress. I lost 14 pounds and Lisa lost 19 pounds. I think my overall smaller body within the fat suit accounted for the weight loss difference. Rhonda took me aside and gave me some stern talking to. The next two weeks flew by; we lifted more weights and walked much farther. Lisa and I would meet for trysts about half of the nights each week. The third week weigh-in had Lisa at -21 and me at -16 pounds.
     
  2. Oct 20, 2014 #22

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    The last week was by the far the most challenging, as Rhonda had us go farther and faster on the walks and for the swimming. Rhonda threatened to extend our weight loss time extra weeks if we did not perform well. The threats worked, I was so tired every night that I slept at Lisa’s because it was closer to the gym and meant less walking. The final weigh-in put Lisa at -25 pounds for the week for a total of 72 pounds lost and a new weight of 548. My weight loss was less, at -18 pounds for the week for a respectable total of -64 and my new weight of 600 pounds. Underneath my fat suit that meant I was now only 250 pounds! At the rate I was eating before this relatively low weight—but still almost a hundred more pounds than the start of this project—that might not last very long. Rhonda was proud of us and insisted that we have monthly check-ins with her to make sure we stayed healthy.

    Lisa invited me to join her for a party at her house. Her friends were insisting on us celebrating. They wanted to feed both of us so much food we would be stuffed for the next week. I thought this was dangerous territory for us, but the hedonist and glutton in me were easy to convince to join her. We went to my dorm to have an early celebration together, since we were sure we would be too stuffed and tired after dinner tonight to have sex. Neither one of our bodies seemed much smaller. Her ass, belly and breasts still seemed gigantic and my belly still was unbelievably huge. We did however feel more energetic and had more stamina and agility in the bedroom.

    We showered and got dressed up to go to our party. She wore a skin-tight white dress with a very deep neckline from which her breasts appeared to almost spill out of. I wore a tight set of shorts and a button up dress shirt that was tight but still easily buttoned up.

    When we got to her house there was a note to put on blindfolds and then to knock on the door to get escorted in. We did and then the door opened a soft plump hand grabbed my arm and led me into the house, up a few stairs and across a room. A quiet female voice I did not know instructed us to sit down as other helper arms guided my rear onto a comfy chair. We were told to open our mouths. A piece of cake was shoved into my mouth as soon as I did. The blindfold was quickly taken off and a crowd of people cheered us. There were at least 15 people. Most were Lisa’s friends, but here were a few familiar faces to me. I saw Ally and also Sarah. I had not seen Sarah since I was sent to the gym. She smiled at me and winked. She was the fattest person there, but of course everyone was fat, except Ally.

    The table we were sitting in front of was piled high with food. It was enough food to really feed this huge crowd of obvious big eaters, but all of it was for the two of us. Champagne was doffed in several sets of cheers and then people took turns stuffing food into Lisa and me. The others were talking and behaving normally for a party, some watched the feeding or patiently waited their turn. Lisa’s friends were mostly male, which was odd to me, since my experiences in the Utopia so far had been with so many women. I still appeared bigger than all of the men there. Every feeder took the opportunity to talk to us—a one-way conversation since our mouths were constantly full. This was an amazing experience, so hedonistic, especially to someone who had been a rut of gluttony and then actually starving for a month.

    I could feel my abdomen expanding as the night progressed. I was feeling full but not slowing down at all. Lisa was keeping up, but she seemed like she was near her limits. Her dress seemed much tighter on her body. My shirt was riding up my belly. It seemed like it crept up a smidgeon with every bite. The waistband of my shorts seemed to be on an opposite trajectory, although I could not see below my belly.

    Eventually, late into the evening Lisa was too full and too tired to eat anymore. The party had been tapering off and now it was over. Sarah invited Ally and I to her house for more celebration. This nighttime celebration turned into a weekend of feeding of both Ally and me. Sarah knew how to eat and she shared this with Ally and I. Ally and I spent the weekend either eating or sleeping. Over the weekend I gain back 14 precious pounds thanks to Sarah’s efforts to stuff me. Ally stayed with us the whole weekend and she was rewarded with a nine pound gain.

    Sarah and I spent the rest of the week getting reacquainted. We had not been together during the month of weight loss; she had been on a long assignment out of town while I had the weight loss and exercise. I really did feel stronger from all of that exercise. I felt skinny and light, despite the blimp-shaped body that looked back at me in the mirror. I could see the effects of the extreme weight loss. My body was definitely not as firm as it was. Before Rhonda’s boot camp I was constantly expanding and this seemed to keep my skin—or the suit’s skin at least—relatively taut. Now my belly did not stick out as far, but it definitely hung down lower. My body now jiggled a lot more. I really noticed it when walking or when Sarah and I were together in bed. Sarah and explored each other’s bodies for hours each night and then in the daytime.

    One morning I got up after a long night of eating and intercourse with Sarah and I felt strange somehow. My body did not feel right. I felt lopsided and it felt like I was falling apart physically. I tried to do my usually rolling waddle to get from the bed to the bathroom, but my body seemed to jiggle wrongly. I had to awkwardly stagger and limp to the bathroom. I turned on the lights and looked in the mirror. My body looked distorted. I was not even close to being symmetrical and I noticed a tear along my cheek near the neck. I had been in this suit so long and had grown accustomed to it so much that at first I gasped aloud as if my actually flesh was torn. I realized then that the suit had failed. Maybe Sarah’s 800 pounds exceeded the tolerances of my suit or maybe the suit became decoupled partially from my body due to the extreme weight loss.

    It didn’t matter what caused it. I needed to get out of the Utopia right now. Should I calmly walk out and get closer to the exits or the edge of the Utopia? Should I ditch the suit now and sneak out? I wondered what my body looked like under this fake flesh. What to do? I was not prepared for this. It was a good thing I had just been through the exercise program. Maybe I could even run without this suit. I noticed I was leaking fluid. A slow dribble was leaking out the seals near my left foot.

    I hear Sarah in the other room, stirring out of sleep. “Hey! Are you OK? What is all this water over here? What’s going on?”

    I could hear rustling as Sarah moved out of bed. I only had a few seconds to decide. Should I de-suit and then subdue Sarah. Is there a way to sneak out? I can barely walk with wearing this failed suit.

    I delay too long, Sarah barges into the bathroom before I can lock it. The momentum of her 800 pound body hitting the door pushes me backwards. I stagger a few steps and my now lopsided body lurches and pulls me over. I crash to the floor and it sounds and feels like my body is ripping open. I hope that was just the suit ripping and not my actual flesh.

    Sarah gapes at me. “Oh my god! I’m sorry sorry! Are you…What is happening to you? Should I call an ambulance?” Sarah rushes over and plops her naked obese body down next to me. She touches the gash near my neck before I have a chance to turn away. “What is this? Why are you not bleeding?” She grabs my throat threateningly, A fierceness I had not previously seen in her face. “Well? You should start talking now.”

    I can’t escape. I don’t have the heart to hurt Sarah and I need time to desuit to do anything else. Has this whole assignment ruined me? What kind of spy have I turned into? Do I love Utopia this too much? I have gone too deep into my undercover role. I know there is no way to hide it anymore. I also realize that there is no way to escape without Sarah’s help.

    I confess to Sarah. I tell her about my assignment and about the suit. She keeps my in my ruined fat suit so I can’t run away or hurt her. I tell her I can’t hurt her or anyone else in the Utopia. I tell her I want to be here and I have fallen for this life. I also admit that I won’t ever be able to be part of the thin society again. My real body under this suit will never be skinny again. I gained too much. I became my role too much. I am not a spy anymore.

    After hours of lying on the floor being interrogated, Sarah is satisfied. She helps me up and then helps me take off the suit. She watches as the suit deliquesces and drains away in the tub. Now I am standing naked in front of Sarah. My real body in full view. I can feel the air on me. I look in the mirror and see my real body. It is still fat. I am sure it would still be classified as obese, but it seems so small. I have a large belly that drops down over a smaller sub-belly. My thighs are relatively thick for a fat man’s body and they touch most of the way down to my knees. My ass is large and seems to counterbalance my gut. I am relatively pear-shaped, but obviously a man, not feminine at all. I feel so light without the suit.

    Sarah ties my ties a belt around my feet. It is loose enough so that I can walk but not run. She leads me out to the living room where we can sit more comfortably. We are still both naked. I can still feel my body jiggle as we walk out of the bathroom, but it is not the same as my once large body. Without my fat suit-body, Sarah looks so much larger. We sit down and talk of what to do. She admits that this is the sort of thing she should be guarding against. This is why she was assigned me. She wants me in the Utopia, she is afraid of the thin society and is nervous about releasing me. She also wants to know more of the fat suit technology. The official part of her wants to lock me up and interrogate me more, but personally she likes me and thinks I have become one of the Utopia.

    She says I have a choice. I can give up and be arrested and spend my life in jail or I can gain the weight of the fat suit and become a fat man of the Utopia. I many ways this is not a difficult choice. As I sit there thinking of this my stomach rumbles and rumbles. I am so hungry and I feel so strange without my enormous body. I want to put on my fat suit right now and then eat everything. I agree to gain the weight knowing that then I will not have a chance in the thin society ever. My body will belong only to the Utopia or in the lab with Susan. Sarah smiles when I agree to this and hugs me. Her very obese body smoothers me. Her giant belly and breasts weigh on me and push into me.

    Sarah drags me to me feet and brings me back to the bathroom. I step on the scale so that we can plan how much I need to gain. My current weight is 264 lbs. “ You will be free when you weigh 614 pounds, but until then…I own you. You will stay in the guest suite and that door and the main door will be locked. You will not leave here until you get to the target weight.” She smiles at me and pokes my belly. “Plus, there are no clothes here that would fit you, you can’t run around outside naked!”

    She leads me back to the living room. I study her wide and still naked body as she walk in front of me. Her upper arms are pillow-like and seem to be pushed up to an almost horizontal position from the fat rolls of her torso. Her wide rears undulates in huge elliptical patterns as she waddles. Her torso twists to accommodate the movement of her wide thighs. Her upper thighs seem like they are wider than my waist circumference. She has me sit on the loveseat. She bends over to retie the belt on my feet to hobble me. Her body is so wide and so fat. It takes a lot of effort for her to bend over. I can see her from above. Her double chin sticks out beyond her face as she scrunches over to tie the belt. The disparity of our bodies seems so shocking. I reminds me of when Dr. Morgan wore her fat suit.

    As I watch her move around I feel anxiety about becoming so fat. I can’t believe I just agreed this. It was fun eating and growing bigger when I wore a fat suit. It was enjoyable when I knew that most of my fat was fake. But now thinking about becoming so huge scares me. The fat suit was reassuring because in the back of my mind I knew I could take it off.

    “We should start right away feeding you. The sooner you gain weight the sooner you can be free.” She walked out into the kitchen. She came back right away with a tray piled with food. “Eat this and then I’ll go get more for you.”

    She feeds me like this all week. Eating is not as fun as before. Sarah is a more reserved and serious. I spend my time alone in the guest bedroom sitting on the bed eating and sleeping. Sarah delivers huge amounts of food that I can barely keep up with and she gets upset if I don’t eat everything fast enough. This amount of food and not much exercise equate to good progress. I gain back 35 pounds, putting my weight just shy of 300 lbs. My real body is on its way to being hugely fat. My belly is big from the constant fullness but I can feel how the rest of me is inflating. My arms seem heavier. My legs press into each other more. My breasts seem to get in the way more. My double chin seems to be more visible in my peripheral vision when I am sitting. My butt seems to jiggle more when I walk and oozes out sideways and backwards more when I sit. My body still seems loose and jiggly. Maybe this is because I was so much fatter before Rhonda’s weight loss boot camp. I have only gained back 49 of the 65 pounds I lost. At this rate I’ll be heavier than I have ever been by the end of next week. Maybe my rate of weight gain will slow when I get back to that weight.
     
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    Sarah needs help feeding me, she has some upcoming assignments that will be out of town. She enrolls my friends to help; Ally, Meghan and Lisa are introduced to our great secret. Each of them is upset by my betrayal, but then they see a way to a little revenge in that they can be a part of making me hugely fat. They take turns during the weeks to feeding me. They adjust quickly and we end up the with intimacy we had before. With Meghan and Lisa I am now the small one.

    I am kept locked inside, Sarah says she won’t trust me until I’m huge again, plus I would have to explain why I’m so thin all of a sudden to people I would meet. I now weigh only 100 pounds more than Ally, since she has recently gained a lot of weight. I thought she would be the maddest at me but she appears to take it the best of the women. She also happens to be the person who feeds me the most volume of food when she is in charge. Maybe she learned this from my feeding of her. I now weigh much less than Meghan (439 lbs) and Lisa (545 lbs). I miss my beloved 350 pound fat suit. Before this I was so much fatter than them. It is odd to have such a drastic change in size. My body doesn’t look much fatter than Ally’s, since I am taller. Ally tells me that will change soon!

    The first couple of weeks I gain an average of 30 pounds a week. They have me eating an average of 20000 calories. I was eating large quantities before the suit failed, but I was using up a lot of calories just lugging the 350 pounds of artificial fat around. Without the fake fat combined with the increase in calories from the unrelenting food and decrease in exercise, my weight increases quickly. I go from 299 to 335 pounds by the end of the next week. My waist balloons with my weight; at 264 pounds my waist circumference is 47” but after two weeks it is an additional foot longer. My belly had a small downward droop at 264 pounds; the amount of belly hang almost doubles in two weeks from 6 to 11 inches of belly apron. This is good because there are no clothes to fit me in the house and with the added hanging belly, my groin is now fully covered from casual view. I am well over 300 pounds and fatter than I was with Dr. Morgan (314 pounds). Oddly enough, I only had a few days to experience this level of fatness in the lab since most of my weight gain has been while encased in the fat suit. I find myself being surprised at the changes. I get very mixed feeling when I discover a new roll of fat or when parts of me are noticeably larger. My first reaction is usually to be excited about this, even aroused, but when the implications hit me I often get anxious. I also continually find myself shocked at seeing how small I am when I see myself in a mirror or in a photo.

    Ally loves to feed me well past my comfort level. She is meticulous in measuring my body and her body as we expand. I am expanding much faster than her, but she still enjoys the additional weight on herself. She is gaining steadily at about a pound a day, whereas I am gaining many more pounds a day. I am aghast at my rapid expansion. It is hard to believe it is true. So much weight is being added to my body so fast. I have to believe the results of my obviously expanding body and it makes sense considering the amount of food I am being fed. I can feel the changes each day. Each day it is a little more work to stand up or walk. The women help me getting around and with every other task. I have a feeling I will be very fat and very out of shape by the end of this. Oh wait, I am already very fat and very out of shape. I will be more so with each day. There is no way I could escape right now. I am eating so much food that I spend most of my free time napping in a food coma. My body seems to have shut down everything to concentrate on digesting this volume of food and creating new body fat.

    I should go into more detail about this amazing fattening experience. It seems such a blur to me now. It was somewhat confusing to me then. I was revolted at being made so fat. My life’s experiences in the Thin society made me adverse to being so fat. I thought I was over this feeling, since my body was already very fat at 264 pounds, but the thought of doubling that weight made me nervous. Another part of me really enjoyed being pampered so much and being fed so much. With each new pound or inch of flesh I felt both excited and scared. With time I lost my fears and I would be excited and happy to be stuffed with food.

    Each woman has their own feeding styles. Sarah feeds me very rapidly in hour-long stuffing sessions and then give me an hour or so to digest and she would stuff me again several times in a row. Meghan feeds me lesser amounts, but more fattening and rich foods so the eating time was much less. Lisa likeds to stretch out my stomach by pushing me to eat large volumes of food at once. Ally has the most time free and so she was responsible for most of my gaining. She feeds me for hours at a moderate pace, some days I ate constantly every minute of the day. She would even have me eat while she gave me a bath or while I went to the bathroom. Ally and I also have a lot of sex; she would also feed me during sex. Meghan and Lisa we not as forgiving of my earlier deceit and so we rarely have sex. Sarah was gone often at work or on work trips, but she appears to have not lost her desires for me. A few times both Sarah and Ally feed me together and after a while they would also feed each other. Eventually all three of us are naked—I am always naked—and they take turns on top of me. The contrast in these two women’s’ bodies is astounding. Ally is already obese and getting fatter, but Sarah is still more than twice as big as Ally.

    The days blur by in a haze of fattening food. Every day I feel noticeably bigger and there seems to be no end in sight. I feel like a balloon or one of those cartoon characters that gets blown up like a balloon. My body seems new to me every day. New things to see and heft and examine. Each day it is more difficult to walk. It takes more effort to stand up or shift my body in bed. Each day there is more of me to see, but each day I can see less of my body as my belly and breasts fill my vision when I look down.

    I lose track of time, there is no differentiation of days. I am isolated from information so that I could only use a computer tablet to watch entertainment. My weight steadily increases. The women decided to not tell me my weight as I expand. Ally keeps meticulous records of measurements of my blimping body and my weight but she keeps them secret from me. She does tell me about her weight gain progress. Her weight steadily increases, averaging 7 pounds a week. At the time I didn’t know how she had time to eat this much, but it turned out Lisa would spend time feeding Ally when Ally was not on the shift for taking care of me.

    Eventually Ally told me she weighed 300 pounds. She takes off her clothes to show me her new expanded body. I knew it already since I had been watching her and touching her and having sex with her all this time. She turned on the video camera to show me images of her standing next to me as I sat with my mouth full of food. I was clearly much bigger than her. I looked twice as large, maybe more. She looked huge in my vision but in the video image I was very much larger than her.

    “If you weigh 300 pounds then I must weigh twice your weight based on this image!”

    “Oh! Much more! Believe it or not, your fattening time here is over today. That was your final feeding, although I would be glad to continue feeding you. I might even switch places with you and have my turn to gain as much weigh as you did. Are you ready to know how much you weigh?”

    She didn’t wait for me. “685 pounds! That over twenty pounds more than your maximum weight with that cheater 350 pound suit. You have gained 407 pounds in a little over four months. I wonder if that is a record weight gain? I will have to look into it. Too bad this whole project is a secret, maybe I could have become a famous feeder! I loved stuffing you, just as I loved your stuffing of me previously. I can’t believe this weight gain on you. Your average weight gain was 3.6 pounds a day! And over 25 pounds a week. Of course you gained faster during the first weeks of stuffing, something like 36 pounds a week. After that your larger body used more and more calories. Last week you only gained 14 pounds. I would really have to step up my feeding program to push you to rapidly gain weight in the near future.”

    She changed the video screen to show a set of number to appear. “Here are you weekly weights that I recorded.”

    The display read “264, 299, 335, 364, 393, 421, 448, 474, 499, 524, 547, 571, 593, 615, 640, 656, 671, 685”

    I admit tears came into my eyes at this point. I was now very fat. I would never be not fat. Somehow before when I weighed 250 to 300 pounds, things seemed reversible. But now, I couldn’t imagine losing 530 pounds anytime soon and I couldn’t imagine how my skin would look afterward. I can’t ever be part of my normal society. I am stuck in the Utopia. I would be so ugly and shamed in the Thin society. Maybe even Dr. Morgan would be disgusted knowing my fat was all so real.
    Ally noticed my emotions and hugged me. “We couldn’t let you get away with your deception or report you and then get Sarah in trouble. You look so marvelous now. This huge body of yours makes me so excited. I will admit that I orgasm every time I feed you and I get wet just glimpsing your luscious body. I know Sarah thinks the same thing and I am sure the rest of the women in the Utopia will be all over you. Don’t be sad, you are more beautiful than before somehow. I measured every inch of you and I know your body kept pretty true to the shape of the fat suit you wore, but somehow your body is so much better now. I will have to really compare things—maybe study old video and photos I have of you from before. You wait here and I will get you some clothes and we can go for a walk outside!” Ally walked off, waddling fast with her now voluptuous hips rolling up and down and thighs jiggling.

    Alone, thoughts churned around in my head. I had to get away and report to Dr. Morgan somehow. I was past due. The plan before was to take off the suit and sneak out of the Utopia, maybe by hiding in a delivery truck that was going out to the Thins. This is impossible now, a driver would surely notice if their cargo was increased by 700 pounds. Plus this body doesn’t move fast and it would be difficult to sneak anywhere at my current walking/waddling pace and with my large silhouette. I am sure I couldn’t run at all, even if my life depended on it and I was going downhill.

    I need help to get out. I can’t see how I can do it otherwise. I also don’t want to burn my bridges. With this real fattened body I need the Utopia. I have no place in the Thin society. My best case for living in the Thin society it to be with Susan in the lab and never meet another human again. No. I want the Utopia, I really can be happy here. I have been, or I was when this was just a challenging mission with an awkward disguise. I know I can be happy here and I know I can be a part of society even with this body.

    I looked down at myself. My flesh filled my vision. My flabby chest with its sagging breasts drooping down and sideways off of my astoundingly large belly. My thighs were completely obscured by my belly. I could see my chins and chubby cheeks in the periphery of my vision. I could see my pillow-shaped arms and fat hands and fingers. This is now me. I will never have the thin me again. I need to adapt and make the best of this situation.

    Should I ask Sarah and/or Ally to help me. Ally doesn’t really have any connections except me. Sarah, do I trust her? Does she trust me? I looked up from my huge body as Ally came back in with some clothes.

    “Here are your old clothes, I have a feeling this will be a little tight on you!” She giggled when she said this. It made me mad and also excited.

    Ally and I both had to work hard to get the clothes on. I am fatter and the fat is distributed a little differently than before. Plus, I have no strength after my months of gorging and being sedentary in the house.

    Ally helped me stand up. I could feel the clothes try to adjust as my flesh flows downward following gravity. I heard a few stitches creak under the strain. I looked in the mirror to see. My shirt buttons were straining at the buttonholes and the lower hem was several inches above the waistband of my pants. “God, that looks hot!” came from Ally. It did look hot, but it was so large and it was real.
     
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    It was so great to go outside of the Sarah’s house, I had been cooped up too long. The fresh air and the sight of other people were so nice. I was twenty pounds fatter than before but it seemed the same to me. I estimated that 3% difference wouldn’t be noticeable. I did however feel so out of shape. I had to stop at every bench along the way to rest. Fortunately, this being the Utopia, there were lots of heavy-duty benches. As with my fat-suit body, I had lots of looks from women. My stomach rumbled from the few minutes that I had not been eating since the suit failed. Ally had to help me to standing; she seemed to take advantage of every chance to feel my flesh that she had.

    Now that I was not so hazy-headed from overeating I noticed how fat Ally really was. When I had first met her she was skinny, I would guess she was underweight then. Now she was obese. Her body was definitely an apple-shape. Her belly was huge and pushed outward sideways and rolled down onto her thighs. Her belly seemed to be one solid mass without having sub-rolls. Her breasts were also huge and they rested on top of her belly. Her belly swayed and jiggled with each step she took and her breasts rode on top wobbling left and right. The rest of her is also fat, her arms and legs and butt, but so much less so than her belly and breasts. When I looked at our reflection in a store window I saw that I was so much larger. I really was over twice as heavy as her. Yikes, I am still anxious about being so huge for real.

    The rest of the week I spent on and off with Ally. Ally had other things to do now that I was back to my Utopia weight. She still wanted to gain a lot more weight. She had several feeders lined up and would spend time being stuffed by them. She had me feed her for several nights. I tried to stuff her like before, but she seemed to never get full.

    The highlight of the each day of the week was going swimming at a public pool. Once again I had on my skimpy bathing suit tanks—Ally had to help me put them on. Ally wore a tiny bikini that made her look even fatter. I was one of the heavier people at the pool, there were maybe 2 women and one man my weight or slightly heavier. We lazily swam around and floated in the pool and took ample time to sit in the sun people watching and eating. I was amazing to see all of the obese bodies of the Utopia. I really missed this during my feeding confinement. There was so much flesh. Every body was shaped differently; fat arms, legs, bellies, butts, faces, chins, breasts, etc. Everybody wore revealing bathing suits, so that most of them had only a few percent of their flesh covered by cloth. I loved to watch how their bodies would wobble and jiggle as people walked around. This was definitely the only public pool where I never heard a lifeguard—just as fat and everybody else—say “No running!” Our time at the pool allowed my body to readjust to this extra 400 pounds and to slowly get a little stronger.

    On Friday Sarah came home for the weekend. We spent all weekend enjoying each other’s company, it was great to see her again. Something seemed different about her body. Her flesh didn’t seem to stick out so much and seemed to sag a little more. She admitted to losing weight, she said she weighed 50 pounds less than me now. Somehow that really excited me, to weigh more than this huge sexy woman. Sex with Sarah was exquisite. It had been great before, but now my real fattened body seemed more responsive. Maybe it was from being larger than Sarah. Sadly, Sarah had to leave town again for an assignment.

    The next week was a repeat of the previous week. Ally and I hung out together eating, walking, swimming and of course being intimate. When I wasn’t spending time with Ally, I went for walks to get more exercise. It was tough-going, but I persevered, otherwise I would never be able to escape and return to Dr. Morgan. Each day I could walk farther and would need less rest stops. I tried doing some of the exercises I had done with coach Rhonda. I could only do a few of them the first couple of days, but my strength increased after that.

    I started to plan my escape. Things were very difficult. I was hugely fat so I could not sneak anywhere easily and I could not jump fences, scale walls or run. I could now waddle for a few miles, but that is about it. I can’t even tie my own shoes because of so much of my body gets in the way—fat thighs, belly, breasts and arms—luckily I have slip-ons. What kind of escape plan can I do waddling? As I increased my walking distance I would pass near parts of the perimeter fence or near the immigration center. I could watch the delivery trucks entering and leaving at the border complex. Some of the trucks seem to have daily schedules. How could I get through to them? If I was thin and athletic again, I would sneak out at night and simply climb the fence. I obviously can’t do that now.

    As I made observations, I noticed that no fat Utopians ever left to enter the thin society. I could see the thin society people enter, either to deliver things or as a trickle of soon-to-be-fat immigrants. The best plan would be to somehow board one of those trucks. I am probably too fat to steal one, since I doubt I could fit behind the steering wheel or even lift my body up the stairs to get in the driver’s cab. I’m going to need help.

    I thought about what the Utopia exported. From my preparatory research I knew that food and technology were the main exports. Could I hide this huge and heavy body of mine in a container of food? Neither society was too worried about import-export smuggling, there were no official checks of cargo. Maybe I could stow away. That seemed like the only option. I began to observe the warehouses and factories near the border complex. I saw lots of containers of various sizes; I could get to one of these, but then what? How far would they take me, where would they take me? What would happen when they found such a large stowaway? This plan seemed to be getting me nowhere.

    Maybe I could just walk through the immigration center? I could maybe convince the woman who delivered me to help me. She seemed nice and not so close-mined as the make driver was. I tried to see which truck she was in on my walks. My walks had gotten to be very long, since I didn’t want to spend too much time near the border; I had to make it look non-purposeful. My observations eventually paid off, when I saw her; luckily she was pretty distinctive looking with red hair. She seemed to be one the few thin society people to actually enter the immigration complex. I remember from my immigration that she was distraction; the Utopia staff would speak with her. The Thins had no security on their side, so all I had to worry about would be the Utopia immigration office. This would be so much easier if I weighed 550 pounds less. Could I get through the office and sneak into her truck? I had to try. I knew the schedule of the driver, now how to get in?

    Maybe I could just walk in. This is something I learned when I first became a spy. If you walk confidently with a purpose, you can go almost anywhere. People read your body language and assume you are in the right place and doing the right thing. Could I do that in this huge body? Well, its size says its in the right place and who would think that someone this fat would want to go into the thin society?

    I planned it out for the next day. Sarah was out of town for a few days and Ally was spending less and less time with me as she stepped up her feeding schedule with her new feeders. I was feeling stronger and stronger about walking and my stamina was better. Tomorrow I would get near the border complex when the deliver truck get there.

    I found a badge of Sarah’s in her house and brought this with me. I put it on in a haphazard way so that it was turned around backward. To compensate, I wore my tightest and skimpiest clothes. I did notice all of my clothes were tight and skimpy, I had probably gained more weight, but the exercise was ahead of the weight gain so my fitness was good. I sauntered into the immigration office. I strode purposeful toward one of the offices near the exit to the Thins. I saw glances my way. They didn’t seem suspicious, but were instead appreciative and appraising looks from females. I caught a glimpse of the border officer talking with someone. After a set of office doors I could see that it was the redheaded woman. They were in the border officer’s office with a round woman who was being checked in. What luck for me! I sped up my pace and speed-waddled around a desk. Now I am actually running, which is was quite difficult, my flesh bounced out of control and I had to compensate for my fat shifting in unexpected directions.

    I am out! My breath is ragged and I feel faint but I have to keep going. The truck is there. The back door is facing away from this door, I go around and it is open. I surged up the ramp with my last energy and collapse on the bench near the front wall. I felt the truck’s shocks heave when I stepped in and then bottom out when I dropped my weight onto the bench seat. The truck stopped rocking a few long seconds later. I could barely hear due to my heavy breathing and my rapid pulse.

    I hear footsteps. Not the slow ponderous steps of a Utopian, but quick rapid steps. Around the corner comes the redheaded woman. She reaches up to pull the door shut and saw me. She stops, her mouth open in surprise. After a couple of seconds I can see she recognized me. I smile and motion her to close the door. She stares at me, as I wait nervously. This was the most desperate part of my plan. Would she accept me? She reaches up again and closes the door. I hear her lock it and then put the ramp away. I hear her enter the cab and feel the truck back up and drive away. Every rough spot in the road set my fleshy body jiggling and swaying. After a time period of driving fast and straight, the truck slows and go through a set of turns and then backs up and parks. The engine shuts off. I hear the cab door opens and then the back door opens.

    “Well, what is going on? I remember you from a few months ago. How could I forget such a large body? Where are you going? Do you need help?”

    “Well, I needed help. But you have already helped me by taking me here. This is the same place you picked me up at isn’t it?”

    “Yes. But I want to know what is going on, I don’t want to lose my job or get in trouble.”

    “I am a spy, I just spent few months undercover in the Utopia to see what goes on in there and what our society should be doing about it.”

    “Undercover? All of that fat? You are huge. How can that be undercover?”

    “There are sacrifices spies must make to fulfill their missions.”

    “You gained this weight to do a spy mission?”

    “Yes, I am not sure I am happy about it, but here it is.”

    “Is this illegal?”

    “Technically no. There are no official restrictions on Utopians leaving the Utopia. It is just that obvious reason which is why would an obese person want to be in this place, where they are despised.”

    “Not everybody hates fat people here. That is why I do this job. I don’t feel that our society is fair to fat people. It feels better to be helping a little.” She is staring at me now. Her eyes rove over my body. “My god, I must admit you are the largest person I have ever seen! You seem fatter than I thought possible. I was so amazed at your body before and you seem even bigger now. How much to you weigh?”

    “Last I checked it was 685, but I am probably over 700 pounds by now. Well, can I go?”

    “Why would you come back? There is nothing here for you. Only hate and derision. I doubt that there are even chairs here that would fit you.”

    “I had to finish my mission. It is a little stupid. I really learned to like the Utopia, it is really nice there. You don’t have to be fat there, you know. It’s just that most people there are.”

    “What now?”

    “ I have my connections here and then I don’t know. I need to report things. The most important thing is that the Utopia doesn’t care. They are not planning on taking us over or attacking us Thins. Well, at least you Thins. I am not so thin anymore. They just want to live and enjoy life. So do I now.”

    “Ok, you should go. I have other people to pick up today.” She walks over to me and reaches out her arms to help me up. When I was standing she hugs me. She lingers and it seemed like she was groping me, feeling how my flesh feels. She withdraws and I walk out of the truck and then across the lot to the door I came out of so long ago. I follow my route, taking the obscure tunnels I had taken before. It seems to toke a lot longer time than before. Finally I am in front of the door to the lab.
     
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  5. Oct 24, 2014 #25

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  6. Jan 12, 2015 #26

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    I hesitated at the door to the lab. I could see my bloated huge body reflected in the shiny surface of the door. I felt so different about things now that my fat flesh was real and not mostly a fat suit. This body seemed so huge now, even though it was only somewhat larger than my body was when I last went through this door.

    Dr. Morgan probably already knew I was here, there are lots of security cameras and sensors leading up to her lab. I punched in the security code and opened the door. I took a few waddling steps and then shuffled my wide body around to close and secure the door. I heard rapid footsteps approach but my bulky body prevented a fast enough reaction to turn around to face them. Susan’s arms wrapped around my torso from behind. “I missed you so much, I am so glad that you didn’t lose any weight! You even look a little bigger and more perfect. I can’t wait to explore you more!” She let go so I could pivot to face her. She embraced me again. Due to my size, her feet were far from mine and she had to lean over to hug me so that her head rested between my flabby breasts. Her hands explored my sides—at least as far as she could reach—grabbing and caressing my flesh.

    “I missed you so much too!” was all I could say before she grabbed my arm to pull me down the hallway.

    “You must be starving and tired after that long walk.” She had no idea. “Let’s get you seated and fed. Come on! Here, I brought the wheelchair.”

    The wheelchair looked so small, even though I could clearly see that it was the industrial size one that Susan had wheeled me around in before. As she brought the chair up to me I rotated my back to her and then we negotiated me sitting down into it. “Wow, your ass seems almost too large for the chair, I want to find out how much more you weigh now!” She was in for a surprise. I didn’t know if she would be happy to know that this was all me, that I was now super obese in real life and it was unlikely that I would ever be not-fat. I could hear her breath strain as she slowly got my bulk rolling.

    She brought me to the kitchen and parked me at the table. “I’ll go get you something to eat.” She ran off quickly into the kitchen. She was wearing her usual lab coat, but in her march out the door her coat lifted and I could see her body outlined clearly. She had obviously lost the weight she had gained when I was here getting fat and ready for the mission. She looked like she was back to her almost too skinny body that she had when we had first met. She came back with a cart piled high with food and rapidly set it out in front of me and then she sat beside me and fed me most of it. We didn’t talk. I was exhausted and she seemed to be in another world. She had a blissful smile on her face. Eventually I began nodding off a little. She stopped feeding me and then wheeled me down the hall to my bedroom. She and I had to really work to get me out of the chair and into bed. Susan insisted that she help me get undressed. She tucked me in and told me to get some rest.

    I woke up some time later. I was able to get up and use the bathroom with no problem and then I took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom wearing a very wide towel, Susan was sitting on my bed waiting. “I would like to get you in the lab and do measurements and then we can have some fun.” She winked. She stood up and walked over to me, “You won’t need the towel in the lab.” A gentle tug from her and it was on the floor. I was naked, all of my real fat exposed to her. She didn’t wince; instead she smiled and took a step backwards to see more of me. I swiveled around for her, lifting my heavy arms. Each swivel step jiggled my flesh a little. I could feel ripples work their way across my body. When I finished rotating she was smiling even more. She gestured for me to lead; she obviously wanted to watch from behind as I waddled to the lab. I walked out of the room rapidly—rapidly for a super-obese man with quivering enormous thighs, flabby belly and a huge shelf butt. I was breathing heavily by the time I got to the lab. I went over and sat on the big steel table to rest. Susan went over to read my weight.

    “Seven hundred and four pounds! I trained you too well! You were 657 when you left.” I was sure she was thinking about my real body under that 350 pound fat suit. It weighed 307 pounds when I left and she would be imagining that body weighing 357 pounds and it would now be heavier than the suit. She was in for a big surprise.

    “Now the to the scanner, I want to see where this 50 pounds went.” She helped me to standing and helped me raise my huge arms to grab the handles. Susan went over to the controls and the scan started. Afterwards, I went over to Susan and sat in the other chair next to her. Susan brought up my scan on her screen. A 3-D model of my body appeared on the screen and slowly rotated.

    “This is odd, look at this comparison of your scans. Here are some color-coded nodes to show the differences. Parts of you are larger as expected but other parts smaller, your fat distribution seems slightly different now.” She was not looking at me, but instead peering intently at her screen and typing commands into her computer to try different analyses.

    “Uhmmm, about that…” I stammered. I felt bad deceiving her, but I also was so ashamed of my now huge real body. “The suit failed in the Utopia. This is my real body. I’m sorry that I got so fat. I am so ashamed.”

    Susan didn’t seem to hear me at first, but then she typed other commands and brought up different views and comparisons and measurements on the screen. She stared at these and then turned toward me. She stared at me and then smiled as she said “Of course, how obvious. Look how your butt is larger and your belly flabbier. Your arms wider and you torso narrower. This is wonderful in so many ways. You are so much more beautiful now than you were with the suit I made you.” She reached out to touch my belly. “Don’t be sad, I love you still. You are so perfect. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” She stood up and hugged my obese real body. Her hug was firm for a few minutes and then her hands started roving my body and caressing my abundant curves.

    “Can you tell me how the suit failed and how you gained this weight.”

    I told her everything. I told her of the weight loss and the theory that the suit failed during sex with a 700 pound woman. That I thought the suit might have decoupled from my skin when I lost weight. She agreed and came up with some questions about the suit and what activities I had done. My answers confirmed to her that my theory of the suit failure seemed to be valid. She said she would have to look into this. She told me she was so proud of me finishing this assignment. She said she loved my body as it is. She loves my body being so large and soft and liquid.

    At some point she began kissing me and we ended up having sex on the big steel table in the lab, with her on top of me. She was all smiles for me and if anything she seemed more attracted to me. I lay back after our intercourse and she went and came back with another cart of food. She was still naked standing next to my also naked body. She leaned into my fat body and fed me bite after bite for a long time. The monitors along the computer bank showed different views of us. Her firm and lithe body next to my soft and round body. From a distance my body didn’t look human. I could watch her strong, long arms reach a spoon to my lips and see my bloated round arms that more resembled bags of water than human arms. Her belly was flat with faint washboard muscles showing. My huge belly spilled far outwards from my body taking up all of the space between my spread wide legs. The flesh of my sides spilling downward and outward. There were numerous rolls of flesh everywhere. Susan’s free hand would roam my body, over and under each of my rolls and bulges of fat.
     
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  7. Jan 13, 2015 #27

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    I like that Susan appears again in the story. I hope she will gradually gain the lost weight back.
     
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    that would be a great continuation of the story
     
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    We spent the rest of the day with each other. We alternated between exploring my body and eating. After she stuffed me full of food, she had me then stuff her now tiny body. It was just like the times in the lab before I left for the Utopia, except now all of my fat was real. Susan appeared even thinner than when we first met. Her body was so tight and fit compared to my massive, round and flabby body. Susan really liked the vast amount of food I could eat without feeling full. I had just gained over 300 pounds in the last few months by being overfed with food by other gluttons, so I was not surprised. I thought that Susan would get tired of feeding me before I was full. She didn’t and soon I was so stuffed. As I took a break from feeding, Susan started in on the food left on the plates. She still was able eat a lot of volume of food—she admitted to daily bingeing—in between her workouts to lose the weight she had gained with me earlier.

    It was late in the day. We had just recovered from our latest feedings by taking a nap and then exploring our bodies, which then led to sex. Susan was sitting in cowgirl position with my huge belly pressing against her torso. She had to push my belly out of the way to mount me and the fat had to go somewhere, so most of it piled up in-between us up the level of her breasts. She was straddling my thighs and grabbing my belly fat pressed up against her chest for leverage.

    A voice from behind her in the doorway said “Jesus, that’s hot!”

    Another, more authoritative voice said “Shut up Lacey.”

    Susan tried to move off of me to react to the intruders but she was hampered by my enormous belly, which trapped her legs as it pressed heavily on her thighs. Two sets of strong arms grabbed Susan and pulled her off of me and then two plump but very muscular women came up to me on the bed. They dragged me to a more upright sitting position. I could the thin and naked Susan struggling with two very large women. These women looked tough, they were tall, muscular and fat, but the fat was certainly overpowered by the amount of muscle they had. Susan had no chance with them. They quickly hobbled her feet with a set of chains.

    A fifth woman, slightly older and much fatter and with a more commanding presence stepped up. “It took us forever to track you this last bit to your lab! You almost lost us, but there is no way we could lose the track of someone who weighs 700 pounds. You can probably guess who we are, or at least on whose side we are. I am Captain Halley of The Utopia Intelligence Agency and these ladies are my squad. You are under arrest for espionage. We will take you back to The Utopia for legal proceedings. Things will be easier if you just cooperate. Especially our very fat friend here” she poked my naked belly “he’s way too fat to ever blend in with the thin society. That’s for sure.” Her squad laughed and she grabbed and lifted one of my blubbery moobs with her hand and let it drop loudly.

    They had us go into the lab. Susan tried to fight them, but they simply picked her up and carried her. I was too fat to do much resistance and actually needed their help getting to my feet. We were both still naked. Halley sat Susan down in the lab and explained that she wanted our fat suit technology. If Susan could bring that technology to The Utopia, some of the charges against my espionage would be reconsidered. Susan agreed to Halley’s demands. I think Susan infatuation with The Utopia was more than just professional. I think she wanted to be there and wanted this huge version of me there and safe with her. She probably even wanted me fatter and figured The Utopia would be the place to do it.

    Susan sat down naked at the computer console and started copying her data into portable digital storage devices. She looked so tiny compared to the goons and the captain. She was at least half their size and maybe a quarter of the captain’s weight. She was naked and even with a remnant of a food baby belly from our earlier stuffings her waist was still toned and firm as she sat in the chair. Her small breasts with their pink aureoles contrasted with the watermelon-sized breasts of Captain Halley who stood next to her. Halley’s breasts hung down so that her nipples were at the same height as Susan’s, even though she was standing. Halley requested that Susan back up all of her data on a portable drive and to make a fat suit for herself. She explained that the fat suit would prevent her from running off and it would enable us to bring an example of the fat suit technology with us. Susan asked “What weight should the suit be?”

    “400 pounds would be fine.”

    Susan turned back to the computer and began typing in commands and calculations for the fat suit creation program. I could see a slight smile on her face when the captain said “400 pounds”. I was getting exhausted standing and the women guided me over to the stainless steel table and helped me sit. Susan worked for another half an hour at the computer console. She stood up and said “I now have to work in that pool to create and wear the fat suit. Since I have to do the work on myself, it will take several hours so maybe you can feed my fatty for me.” The squad perked up at this, but the captain ordered them to stay and guard Susan and that she would gladly feed me. One of the guards unshackled Susan’s legs so she could work in the pool.

    Captain Halley began walking toward me. The captain was big, she had an enormous belly that hung down to her knees and breasts that sat as low as where her elbows should have been but of course her breasts also stuck out a great distance from her body. She was fat enough to have a waddle and when she got going her body rhythmically swayed and gently bounced around. She grabbed my arm and began pulling me up off the table. “Better yet, why don’t just have him sit here and we’ll fatten him up while the little doctor puts on her fat suit. Lacey, go get some food for our captive!” The captain pushed me back to the steel weighing table and plopped down next to me.

    Oddly, I felt exposed here. Sure I was naked, but my belly fat undoubtedly hid all of my private parts. So why did I feel so vulnerable? Maybe it is the thin spy in me who feels threatened and unable to defend myself or Susan from these people. The reality is that I need these people. I weigh as much as 5 or 6 people in the thin society and weight loss at this point seems impossible. I think a part of Susan wanted this outcome: a chance to be around fat people and not have to hide her true feelings about fatness and food. My thoughts are interrupted by Lacey bringing in a cart loaded with food, way too much even for me. As she brings it over all of them come over to eat and they take turns feeding me and themselves. This passes the time while Susan works in the pool.

    I was still not full when the pool elevator began moving upward. I wondered what sort of fat body Susan would choose for herself: huge-bellied, large-chested, or big pear? Her head emerged from the pool with a cute double chin. She looked over at me and smiled. Next came her shoulders and then large pillow-like arms and big floating breasts. Her breasts stayed with the water level, eventually hanging downward and resting on top of her belly somewhere near where her belly button should have been. The boobs and belly were big but not big enough for the extra 400 pounds. Her sides expanded as her body lifted upwards out of the water to reveal luscious wide hips. Her belly pooched downward just covering the junction of her enormous thighs with her body. Her thighs were mashed together tightly and barely tapered downward to large rolls at her knees then wide fat calves and a roll at her ankle. The elevator stopped.

    We all stared at her. I was used to this, but it still caught my breath. Susan’s fat suits were truly miracles. She appeared to simply transform from one woman to another just by submerging in the pool. She took a few slow, ponderous steps, turned so we could see the sheer vastness of her ass and then sat down heavily on the bench near the pool. Her hips and ass greatly expanding over the bench as her weight lowered to the bench. “Can someone fetch me clothes from that drawer over there? It’s marked: 400 wide.”

    Nobody moved, we all just stared at her. We were all used to seeing fat women, but somehow Susan’s fat suit body was a masterpiece of art. Her body made my mind wander, I felt myself grow excited under my belly. I wondered how the others felt. One of the goons broke away from staring and walked over to the drawer Susan had indicated. She opened it and pulled out a package of clothes, which she then delivered to Susan. Susan opened it and stood. Everyone else simply stared and watched her body as she slowly bent over at the waist and gently stepped into a very large pair of underwear. Bent over like this, made her rear look spherical. When she pulled the panties on they looked so tiny on her massive hips and ass, covering only a miniscule fraction of her ass. She then ponderously stepped into a pair of white pants. She slowly tugged and wiggled them up her thighs and had to really yank on them to get them over her hips. She then pushed and prodded the ample flesh of her butt into the back and sides and then attempted to zip them up over her belly. The vast amount of butt, hip and upper thigh fat kept the sides of the waistband very far apart. She then pulled the waistband sides under her belly, gently lifting the belly flesh and straining to make the sides meet. She finished with a quick buttoning and an upward pull on the zipper. The white sheer pants accentuated her many curves and showed all of her folds and cellulite. She bent over to get the rest of the clothes off the bench as her belly and love handles spilled out more over the waistband. A white shirt and bra. Back to standing, she placed her large breasts in the bra cups and then hoisted them upwards to quickly snap the bra clasps together—fortunately these were in the front, she would never be able to reach her back with her pillow-like upper arms and back fat rolls. Next a quick move to slip the shirt on over her head and round flabby arms. The shirt was loose but of thin material so it also accentuated the luscious fat body beneath.

    The squad of women and I had stared dumbly at Susan while she dressed. When she finished it took us a few moments to regain our thoughts. Susan’s body in motion had seemingly hypnotized us all. She smiled sweetly, sat down gracefully and said “I’m ready when you are”.

    “That you are, that you are.” was all that Captain Halley could mutter. “Squad! Lacey and Margey stay and clean up. Set the charges to blow this place and make sure the computer gets wiped. The rest of us will take the prisoners out to the truck. Snap to it.” The other two women gestured to Susan to stand and follow and went over to help me back to standing.

    One of the goons helping me looked me over and said “This one needs some clothes too, although I am sure we all would love him to parade around like this.” One of them retrieved my clothes from the bedroom and then they helped me get dressed. Their hands lingering on my flesh as they worked to put my many rolls and bulges into the clothes.

    “Let’s get going!” Halley marched down the hall to the exit. Susan was prodded forward and then I was next in line followed by the two other women. I loved the view of Susan’s mesmerizing body as her hips and ass undulated with each footstep. Her round upper arms swinging as counterpoint to her wide waddling thighs and buttocks. She peered back at me and winked with a smile to me. We marched for an hour as I became more and more exhausted. I was sweating profusely at this point. We took a different route from my previous journeys and it was appreciably longer. Finally, as I felt like I could barely take another step we went through a door into a darkened garage with a large truck parked in it. We were herded around to the back to some steps leading into the truck. I loved watching Susan carefully step upward, straining to lift up each of her super heavy legs just a few inches, leaning into each upward movement. I loved the view of her ass in the tight white pants as she briefly rested at the top of the stairs. The two guards muscled me up the steps and sat me down on a very large bench in the back of the truck. When all five of us were in the engine started and the truck began moving.

    An hour later we stopped and the door opened. I could tell from the view outside that we were in The Utopia because everything I could see was made for very large people. We were ushered out and marched into a building, down several hallways with many obese office workers in business suits and then into an elevator and taken into a room that resembled a hotel room, except that everything was built for obese people. I plopped down on the sofa and Susan sat—and filled—the loveseat. Halley told us to wait here for few days while our case was processed.
     
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    Susan and I quickly figured there was nothing we could do about leaving, the door was locked and solid. There were no other exits, only a large window that overlooked a park. Susan loved the park view, as she could watch hundreds of obese men and women of all sizes and shapes lumber by. We spent time talking with each other and exploring each other’s bodies. We had to carefully work out how to fit our fat bodies together for everything from kissing to sex. She told me that she picked the big pear body because it would fit better with my enormous stomach, “No sense in having two big bellies in the way”. We didn’t bother getting dressed as there was nowhere to go and no one to see. As we waited for the next several days we tried every intercourse position we could think of that had any chance of working. A favorite was her bending over leaning her huge breasts and substantial belly onto the bed while I reached down and lifted my bellies and heaved ithem up onto her ass and back. This was nice for me as it unloaded the hundreds of pounds of fat in my belly from my poor knees. It took a while to get into because Susan’s hips were too wide for her to reach around to help me. It was also slow going for me because I had to reach around and under my belly and then under my pubic roll—what’s the male equivalent to a FUPA?—and then find my erection, which is buried in additional masses of pubic fat. Then I had to find her between her two enormous butt cheeks. Some of these positions worked better than others, but all were fun to try. The room featured a floor to ceiling mirror next to the bed, making for some amazing views of 1200 pounds of fatness. The reflected sight of us was astounding, each of us so hugely fat with complicated masses of bulges, curves, folds and rolls. Our flesh oozed and flopped around as our bodies pressed together, rippling and jiggling as we moved. I couldn’t immediately recognize myself in the image in the mirror. Our level of obesity seemed impossible. I would actually try to avoid eye contact with myself as if it was someone else and I was eavesdropping on them. But sure enough the very obese person would look away in just the way I did, so I would recognize that this unfamiliar obese body was indeed mine.

    We indulged in the voluminous food that was brought to us six times a day (four main meals and two large snacks). Susan tried and failed to keep up with my eating. We watched Utopia TV, featuring shows filled with fat to massively obese people.

    Eventually, the door opened without notice. We were in the midst of intercourse with me riding her, my belly overlapping her up to her chin. At the sound of the door I was able to roll off of her onto my back on the huge bed. An obese man and woman stood in the doorway smiling. “We’ll give you a few minutes to freshen up and get dressed for your hearing.”

    We wore the formal wear provided to us. We had to assist each other to get the clothes on over our various large bulges and curves. Susan looked stunning in a tight black dress with a low-cut top. Susan said I looked good in my suit but I felt so otherworldly fat.

    We followed the woman’s broad swaying hips down a hallway and into an elevator while the man followed. Susan was not used to her extra 400 pounds and so she was breathing loudly at the short walk. The elevator had a huge bench seat, which groaned as Susan rapidly sat down. The elevator was huge but our four bodies filled the space and required us to stand with our fat bodies pressing into on another. My belly pressed into the man’s squishy side and I could feel the woman’s huge breasts press into my lower side rolls.

    A long ride downward and then we exited, the man helping Susan to her feet. A long walk down another hallway left me panting and Susan red-faced and sweaty. Two big doors opened and we were ushered into a box with two huge chairs. We sat. Our escort left and then the lights brightened in the room to reveal a high desk with three very serious-looking judges. All three seemed at least as fat as I was, but it was difficult to tell since they were sitting and wearing robes. The female escort stood nearby and read our names out. The Two female and one male judges shuffled papers around and then looked at each other sternly.

    “We are here to sentence you for espionage, a very serious threat to the Utopia. One of you has already escaped once—with a little help from our agents. The judge nodded off to the left where Sarah stood smiling in a tight business suit showing off her big curves. She winked at me. The judges went on, reciting our various offences and their illegality. “…and finally to sentencing. We must impose a severe sentence for these crimes, but the body suit technology of…”the judge looked down to read her paper “…of Dr. Morgan represents a significant bartering tool for mitigation of harsh sentences. We are requesting Dr. Morgan’s assistance and cooperation for her amnesty and for reduction of this man’s sentence.”

    Susan struggled with her obese, bottom-heavy body to stand up and address the judges, “Why of course I would love to cooperate and assist, would this allow me to continue my work on this technology in the Utopia? I feel my place is with the Utopia and certainly my companion has no place in the thin society anymore now that he is so huge.” Susan emphasized her point by poking my belly. When I looked over at Sarah, I saw her giggle a little at Susan’s comment.
    “We shall set a full laboratory at our new research institute and you will continue your work there. This man still is a flight risk and so we insist that he must be restrained in some way. We have discussed this greatly and we have unanimously agreed that he shall be sentenced to immobility. He shall be fattened to such an extent that walking is impossible. Dr. Morgan will show her new allegiance and cooperation by being charge of the fattening and care of this man. You have six months to fatten him up so he is unable to stand with assistance. You may utilize the full resources of our research activities at our institute.” She raised her gavel and slammed it down.

    Everyone stood except me. I was in shock. Immobile? It was bad enough to be so hugely fat, but to get so fat that I was helplessly trapped by my own fat? Conflicting thoughts coursed through my brain. One thought was excitement at gaining additional weight; there was a stirring in my groin thinking about Susan feeding me huge quantities of food and seeing me grow larger. But immobility? How much more weight would that be? A couple hundred or several hundred pounds? I trust Susan to keep me healthy but this is extreme. How much bigger could I get? I felt a hand on my shoulder that broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Susan looking lovingly at me. She smiled sweetly and said “I love you, I will always take of you.”

    The next few hours were a blur as my mind wrestled with my sentencing. We were led out of the room and given more detailed instructions and signed official papers. Then we were taken to a train station and escorted into a private cabin. The train went to a distant city, where a research institute was being built. Susan would have a lab there and it would have an adjoining living space for both of us. Susan spent much of trip discussing with our escort what her new lab would need.

    At the end of the day after the train, dinner and a brief tour of the research campus we were dropped off at our temporary apartment. It was very late and we both were exhausted. We immediately plopped down on the couches in the living room. We fell asleep there. I awoke with a start in the early morning after a bad dream in which I was immobile and trapped by my own body. I looked at my huge body spread out below me, with my wide belly that covered my lap and oozed sideways to cascade off my hips. I felt trapped feeling the weight of my belly on my legs, the pressure of my large breasts perched on top of my belly, feeling how my arms were horizontal resting on my side blubber. I reacted by standing up quickly. I was instantly relieved, knowing it was just a bad dream and I was only super-obese and not immobile.

    I looked over at Susan while she continued sleeping on the other couch. Her wide hips pushed outward from her weight, her belly pushing outward onto her rounded thighs and hanging down over huge inner thigh rolls. Her legs seemed wider than they were long with numerous rolls and bulges. Her neck was covered by a huge double chin. Her cheeks bulged out to make her eyes recessed. Her head was wide and round, her fat shoulders rose to meet her round head. Everything was rounded and heavy, every part of her sagged downward. But it was all fake, unlike my much larger body. My huge body that would soon seem tiny compared to what it will become.

    My stomach rumbled its growing hunger. I sighed then waddled to the kitchen, stopping in the bathroom to pee. I had to sit, there is too much flab down there to even touch myself let alone aim. I took my clothes off to make it easier. I ponderously walked to the kitchen naked. I picked through the fridge and pantry grazing on food for two hours as Susan slept. I ate without thinking about it, my mind in a haze of confusion. I was standing, leaning my upper body onto a counter and devouring a cake when Susan walked in. She hugged me and then took the fork out of my mouth and put it into hers.
     
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    Wonderful addition!!!
     
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    [FONT=&quot]I like your story a lot. Each addition is a good read. Especially fascinating is this cliffhanger ending. I hope that Susan will get fat too, really fat, without a suit. That would be awesome![/FONT]
     
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    We spent a month in the apartment. Susan and I grew closer. Our days consisted of mutual feedings and touring around and learning our new town. Susan often had meetings about her lab construction so I had free time to wander town or simply stay home and eat. I could eat an amazing amount of food, but it was difficult to even get to a point where I felt full. Susan made sure I was well stocked with things to eat. Susan kept her 400 pound suit on. She seemed to revel in her obese body and its obvious growth. She grew stronger and most agile with time as she adjusted to a tripling of her weight. Who knows how much either of us were gaining while we waited for the lab to be done. I felt heavier, but it seemed like even this rate of weight gain would certainly not be enough to fulfill my sentence in time.

    After a month the lab was ready. Susan took me there and showed me everything, including our adjoining living suite. We used the equipment in the lab to weigh and scan ourselves. Susan stood proudly in her new lab and took off her clothes in order to weigh and scan herself. She was so stunning, every time I saw her I was surprised at her size and sexy curves. “I weighed 116 when you came back from here. I had been dieting and exercising like crazy to lose what I had gained. When you had left for the Utopia, I was at my highest weight; a huge 216 pounds. It was so sad to lose that weight and those curves, but I had to do it for my job in the thin society. But ever since you waddled back into my life I have been eating, trying to—and failing—to keep up with your appetite. This fat suit costume hides my true curves, but I definitely feel how this monumental eating has really inflated me.” She pats her belly, setting off a series of ripples and jiggles of her body. “All of those fat cells from our earlier fattening were probably just waiting for this chance to expand again. Shall we see how our month of gorging has affected me?” She steps onto the large area platform scale.

    The scales number whirled and stopped at 559 pounds. “Wow! 44 pounds in 5 weeks! I thought this felt heavier!” She uses both arms to heft her round belly and breasts upwards. She walks over to the scanner. “Let’s see where this fat went! We can compare it to the model I made for this suit.” After scanning and analysis at her computer console—still naked—she states “Yes, there it is. Look, fat accumulation in my belly, but also a lot of fat in my ass and thighs.” See looks over at me, giving me a predatory smile. “Your turn cutie.”

    She undresses me and stands back to examine my body. She has me turn in a circle to see all of my sides. I feel so huge, I realize it is a lot of effort just to turn in a circle. “Yep. Definitely fatter. Step on the scale so I can see how much fat I have helped you add to your beautiful body.” She stands close to me, pressing her large breasts and hips into my protruding belly rolls. Her hands roam my body. She gives me a small slap on my ass to get me moving.

    I waddle over to the scale. Luckily the scale is flush with the floor because my belly and breasts block any possible view of my feet. I wait for her to read the scale. “Seven hundred…and fifty… two pounds. Wow. I love it. I knew you were eating well. That puts your BMI—body mass index—at over 100 kg per meter squared! Getting you to gain to your goal will be no problem. You get sexier and sexier.” She comes up to me and caresses my curves and jiggles my fat rolls. I think to myself, my goal? I don’t want to be that fat. I have already gained almost six hundred pounds since I had met Dr. Morgan. Ho much more would it take? But what are the consequences? Banishment to the Thins without Susan and end up in a circus? Worse punishments by the Utopia? Hard labor?

    Susan distracts me from my worried thoughts by pulling me toward the large steel lab table and then kissing and exploring me. One thing leads to another. Today I really noted how difficult it was becoming to have these romantic interludes. Our bodies are so huge. My body has so many large rolls and folds that get in the way and shift alarming when we move. Everything jiggled on us. Nothing is firm, but everything is heavy.

    Afterwards, as we lay sweating on the table, Susan tells me that she had been having discussions with other researchers and scientists on how best to fatten me up in the five remaining months and keep me healthy. She has assembled a team of experts to help. “We will get everything started tomorrow my love.” She wouldn’t say anything else about, simply “Tomorrow.”

    The next day, Susan woke up early, got dressed and went to get her team ready. “We’ll call you when we are ready.” She kissed me waddled out of the room in her bottom-heavy body. Her tight-fitting white dress was even tighter than before and showed every roll, bulge and cellulite bump. She was super sexy, but then I thought about it being mostly fake and in contrast my much bigger body of rolls, bulges and cellulite was all real and soon to be much, much larger.

    I got dressed, thinking about how difficult it was to do things at my size already. I seemed to take forever to get the clothes on and properly situated on my body. The clothes looked huge on the dresser, but seemed to be too small and revealing when I was wearing them. I went to the kitchen to eat the breakfast that Susan had left out for me. I sat there nervously. For once I wasn’t hungry.

    Eventually a cute woman walked into the kitchen. “Hi! I’m Melanie, Doc. Morgan sent me to fetch you. Do you need a hand up?” I didn’t. When I got to standing, breathing heavily, I looked over and saw this cute fat woman smile positively at my body. That made me feel a little better. As did her appraising looks at my body as I set my body in motion. She was a beautiful woman. She was fat of course, but much smaller than Susan. Her body was the opposite of Susan’s in that her fat was concentrated in a large hanging belly. Her legs, hips and butt seemed the size of a normal-sized woman in the thin society, but overlapped by this big blubbery bag of a belly. Her belly hung down nearly to her knees. Without her belly, you wouldn’t consider her fat, maybe plump, but that belly was huge on her. She maybe weighed 380 pounds or so. She was wearing tight jeans that somehow buttoned up under her belly and wore a long shirt tucked in that showcased just how fat her belly was.
    It was a short walk to the lab. About ten people were sitting at the conference table when we walked in. The room hushed as I sat down heavily. “Ah here he is, thanks Melanie.”

    I looked around. Her/our team was mostly female, with only 3 males. Everyone was obese of course, varying from Susan-sized to Melanie-sized. They introduced themselves to me, most were research professors and their graduate students. I was the biggest one here though.
    “We are ready to begin if you are.” Susan addressed me. We have been in negotiations with Utopia officials about how heavy you need to be. Immobile is a bit vague of a goal to work toward. We were able to settle on a number, I really worked them down. Their first numbers were astounding. I think this number may be an overshoot, but we have to cover ourselves. We don’t know how much weight equals immobility, especially with someone strong enough to haul 750 pounds around with not much effort.”

    I thought that that was an easy thing for her to say.

    “Do you want to know how much you need to gain, or should we just proceed?”

    I didn’t want to know.

    “We will be doing everything for you, to give you a chance to really absorb calories and reach our goal. There will be someone with you at all times. Most of the work will be done with the graduate students: Melanie, Amanda, Liz, Karen and Mike. Okay team, we will have weekly meeting on our progress. Let’s get started.” The professors and researchers stood up ponderously and left. A nice collection of obese bodies, fat rolls, bellies, and hips. Each of them seemed as heavy as Susan, but it was hard to be sure. The rest of us followed Dr. Morgan out to the lab.

    I was led over to the giant table. “You can remove your clothes now and we’ll proceed with preliminary measurements.” The two nearest people assisted me. I ended up sitting there like some enormous fat lump as Susan explained things and demonstrated procedures. I was used to my body being totally exposed so at least I wasn’t nervous about it. Not that I could have covered much of my body with my hands anyway. I looked down and saw how my hip and ass spread out and how my belly flowed out and down between my spread thighs as I sat there waiting. I used this time to check out the new assistants. Melanie I had already met and gotten a good look at. Amanda was a lot heavier and taller than Melanie with an over all fat body, no part seemed to be fatter than another. She wore a tight short skirt and low-cut blouse. Liz also had a very large belly, but instead of a huge hanging sack like Melanie’s body she had a wide, wrap-around belly that divided into two horizontal rolls and had two large breasts perched on top of them. Liz’s body was very obese in contrast to the otherwise thinner body of Melanie. She wore a tight blue shirt that clung to her huge belly roll that poured over the waistband of her jeans. Karen had and extreme hourglass shape with wide hips, relatively narrow waist and enormous breasts. Karen’s butt was large and it stuck out like a shelf on her lower back. Karen wore a tight red blouse that accentuated her relatively narrow waist and a short black skirt that seemed to always be on the verge of showing her ass cheeks, but somehow never did. The fattest of these four women was obviously Amanda, who probably weighed more than Susan did. Mike was also very fat with a large belly and huge moobs. His most notable feature was a giant double chin that hung down from his face and onto his chest. The chin seemed as large as the rest of his head, which was also considerably fat and wide with big flabby jowls. He wore a tight T-shirt that left a several inches of his flabby belly showing and jeans. Each of them donned white lab coats, it was interesting to see how the lab coats fit the various body shapes. I had a lot of time to do this inspection as Susan droned on to the student assistants. None of them buttoned their coats and so their bellies and breasts projected outward.

    Dr. Morgan had them each take sets of measurements of my body using tape measures and calipers. Then she instructed them on how to use the scanner and 3-D software. I enjoyed just sitting there and occasionally shifting my body around. I liked the feel of this group of the obese people pressing their flab against my flab. Touching, pressing and sometimes heaving at my uncountable rolls of fat. My stomach was really starting to growl loudly, which would lead to giggles from them.

    After an eternity they were done. Susan calls out “Who wants the first feeding?”

    “Me!” was shouted out by Melanie before anyone else. Melanie led me across the room to a wide set of doors. Inside were my new accommodations, a huge bed and table and an enormous pool. She sat me down at the table and pulled up a cart laden with food. “For now we will stick to a somewhat normal food stuffing process. Open up!” I opened up and she put a lot of delicious food in my mouth. I groaned in an almost sexual way at the ecstasy of finally getting food after being in the lab such a long time. The double doors to the room began closing, but before they closed completely I heard Susan talking with the team.

    “Let’s hurry up and get everything ready, we only have 147 days to double his weight!”
     
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    I passed out with exhaustion after Melanie’s feeding of me. She was really good at it, pushing me past my otherwise insatiable hunger. I woke up in bed with my enormous belly splayed up in front of me filling the space between my thighs. My vision was partially blocked by the dome of my expansive belly.

    “Oh hi, you’re awake.” It was the hourglass-shaped one with the huge thighs and ass named Karen. “I have some food for you before we start the real part of our weight gain program.” With that she smiled and shoved a forkful of cake into my mouth. An eternity of food later I was almost full. I could really understand the need for some new method of weight gain, because I was usually not able to get full eating anymore and I needed to really increase my intake to fulfill my sentence for The Utopia.

    Then it came back to me. I had heard Susan say my weight needed to be doubled. Doubled? 1500 pounds. 750 more pounds on this body. 750 pounds of fat to gain. 750 pounds to go into my expanding belly, my hips, butt, thighs, moobs, arms, chins. How big around would I be, my waist was already near 100 inches? How would I do anything? I guess that was the point; my punishment was to gain to the point of immobility.

    “Hi!” Susan startled me out of my worried thoughts. “We are ready for you now.” She nodded to the far side of the room where her group of researchers stood next to the pool. “We will be installing you in your new home in the pool. The pool will allow us to get the pounds on you quicker and make your life much more comfortable. The water will help support your weight and not stress your body as much. We can control its temperature so that you don’t spend precious calories on thermal regulation. The water will also keep you clean and allow you to even mover around without constant assistance. I can see how worried you are about this much bigger future, so I want you to know I will be with. I love you and will do anything you need or ask for. You are not alone, I will be here and they will be also. None of them is here against their will, they are all volunteers, here to help us. Come on, the sooner we start the sooner we can get through this.” She leaned over and hugged me, wrapping her arms as far as she could around my supine form.

    She helped me to my feet and led me over to the pool. I was naked and my fat rolls shifted and jiggled with each ponderous step. Mythigh roll inward and outward with each short step. My arms out for counterbalance. My upper body leaning back to help lift my heavy low-hanging belly. My body swaying alarmingly with each shift of body weight. I thought about how these heavy, laborious steps may be the last steps I ever take. It takes a long time to get to the pool. Susan leads me to an elevator platform that can be lowered into the pool. I lean heavily on the guard rails to catch my breath. Dr. Morgan unbuttons her lab coat and removes it. Strangely, she is naked underneath. The other do the same are similarly unclothed. The really obese woman, Amanda, along with Karen and Melanie waddle over to me. Amanda is carrying a jar of something. She opens it and the two coat my skin in a thick oily lotion. She slowly bends her round body over and laboriously gets down to on her knees. Then these three rub the lotion into my acres of soft skin. Dr. Morgan and two of the researchers climb down the ladder and get in the pool; the guy Mike and Liz. Watching their naked obese bodies ponderously navigating the ladder seems funny until I think about how much larger I am now and that in 147 days I will weigh a thousand pounds more than each of them. I still feel myself grow a little excited down under my heavy underbelly while I watch them.

    The lower the platform into the pool. I feel the water take up the weight of my 600 pounds of fat. I feel so free and light in the pool. My so-fat body really floats. My legs can move me around easily since the pool is a perfect depth to support my flabby body and still keep my head above water when standing. The water level is such that my chin ends up about 6 inches above the water. My fat belly and breast float upwards. The load eases from my thighs and my back relaxes. I look so much bigger from my perspective now with my belly floating perpendicular from body instead of hanging down to my knees. I can’t even reach my arms that far out in front of me. Will 1500 pounds make that twice as big? Yikes.
    They situate me in a net-like seat. It is comfier than any couch. I am essentially floating here, with my legs and arms horizontal. My belly a largish rounded dome of an island rising out of the pool. The three hook up monitoring equipment all over my body. They hook me up to a set of equipment to collect my body wastes. This process is a little awkward, but not really that bad. They show me how operate everything including the entertainment features, TV, movies, etc. The final part was the feeding tube. This was lowered from above via remote control I could use. I would bring it to my mouth and put my lips around it. A button on the remote turned it on and a toggle controlled the speed. It was automated and had safety features to protect me. The experience was at first really strange, the fluid was body temperature and seemed to subtly change flavor over different time periods so that it was never monotonous. I found myself enjoying how fast I started feeling full and then I pressed it faster and within minutes felt full for the first time in a long time. I was really enjoying this feeling but I still thought about what such a powerful thing this feeding tube was and how this tube would end up adding many hundreds of pounds to my already inconceivably large body. I was past any turning around; there really was no choice at this point, just a last bit of melancholy from my old thin body. With that thought out of my mind I thumbed the tube once more becoming even fuller and slipped into a sleepy oblivion.

    They must have drugged me with the feeding tube. Maybe I was just in a nearly constant food-coma with the automated feeding tube. I don’t recall much of those 5 months. Bits of waking up to seeing a great domed, smooth island that must have been my fat floating belly. Glimpses of the smiling faces of Susan, Amanda, Liz, Karen, Melanie and Mike next to me. Fullness. Gentle waves.
     
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    When I regained full consciousness it was to the smell of donuts. A somewhat familiar and very fat woman was standing on the side of the pool partially above me. She is next to a cart loaded with pastries. She is wearing a bikini with her large dimpled hips stretching the fabric of her bottoms. Her breasts were so fat they oozed out below and sideways from her too small top. I felt groggy and couldn’t connect her with any names.

    “Hi, remember me? You’ll be OK in a few minutes. I don’t blame you for not identifying me. You didn’t know me that long and I have gained a lot of weight while you were in here.” She awkwardly spun around to show me her figure. Somehow seeing her enormous ass triggers my brain to remember her; Amanda, one of the grad students helping Susan with the fattening project. Wait. Oh yeah. Fatten me up. Oh shit…

    I glance down from Amanda’s wonderful ass. I see a swimming pool. I am floating in water. I see several large mounds of flesh in front of me. Two smaller islands to either side of a central large island a few feet in front of me. I try to reach out to it to touch it but my arm movement is obstructed. What? Oh, wait…Those are my breasts and belly. I take a deep breath and feel a little surge of panic.

    “Just relax. I’ll be right in to help you. You have been out of it for a while.” I watch her climb slowly down a ladder. Each of her movements seems so laborious; a few waddling steps, a jiggling turn, a step back and down a very wide pool ladder. Her dimpled wide ass mesmerizes me for the few moments it takes her to get in and come over to me. She puts her hand on my arm. I feel her touch, but she seems so far away. “Don’t move too suddenly. Everything is different. Make small movements. You are so very much larger than before, everything on your body is heavier and wider with new bulges and curves.” She traced a curve up my arm and onto my chest with her hand as she said this.

    “Am I done? Have I fulfilled my sentence?”

    “Oh yes! You have done wonderfully! Tomorrow there will be an official ceremony. Are you hungry?”

    I was. While she fed me a huge quantity of food I tried small movements next to her. I felt disconnected from my body and unable to really move. “Am I still tied up or restrained?”

    “No, you never were. It’s just that you have not moved much lately and your body is twice as massive as it was before. Don’t worry, we will help you regain your agility and stamina.”

    Over the next few hours I met the rest of the team, each seemed larger than before. Melanie admitted that my rapid visible growth was so exciting that they were inspired to try and keep up with me. No one could, although Melanie said she gained 100 pounds trying to keep up. Amanda gained the most, something like 150 pounds. “That’s not even close to what you gained! I still can’t believe I watched your already huge body double in size in so short a time!” How fucking huge am I?

    Dr. Morgan finally showed up. She was still in her fat suit but didn’t look too different to my eyes. She smiled at me and the others quietly moseyed out of the room. She shrugged off her robe to reveal her naked body and stepped quickly down the ladder. She was much more agile than the others but then again most of her fat was a suit. For a brief second I thought that maybe she gained weight to replace her suit, but then thought it would be too much weight to gain on her own.

    Susan leaned her large body into mine and then kissed me on lips. “I missed you so much! This whole thing is almost over and then we can move on with our new life.”

    “Fat chance at that, look how fucking huge I am!”

    She did look. It was a deep thoughtful look. “Yes you are huge, amazingly huge and I love it. Don’t worry my love, I have it all worked out. You only need to be this weight for one year and then we can figure out what to do next. You will be stronger and more mobile in no time. But for now, let my body tell you how much I missed you.”

    She surged her body upward partially onto my belly and began to kiss my lips. Her hands roamed the parts of me she could reach. My arms felt too huge to move much, so I could only respond with my lips. I could feel myself respond with excitement way down below my belly. Susan donned swim goggles and held an air tube as she dove beneath me. I could feel her moving my flesh as she searched for me. She found me with her hands and then mouth. I didn’t take long to finish, but I felt bad about not being able to do anything for her. My body and her body seemed to be too much flesh to achieve intercourse. This was a scary thought; am I too big to ever have what I considered true sex again? She was back up to the surface and seemed to read my mind.

    “Don’t worry, after tomorrow we will be able to really have sex. Please have just a little more patience for one more day. And don’t worry about me, my body gets so excited just seeing you and especially touching you. You can’t tell because we’re in the pool.” She smiled and dove back under. Eventually we were both tired and slept.
     
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    I woke alone in the pool. I ate from the tube absentmindedly. Just sucking down countless calories I didn’t need but my stomach insisted to be full and it was used to large amounts of fullness. Susan walked in on my mindlessness. She was dressed up in a dress that showed all of her (fake) curves. She seemed to be struggling more to walk than before. Like the weight of the suit was too much. If anything to me she looked smaller than before, but it was difficult to judge. She smiled at me and she talked me through the ceremony to take place today.

    The graduate student helpers arrived. Several were dressed up as Dr. Morgan was, but two women were wearing bikinis. These two entered the pool and set up the equipment to lift my body out of the water. They assembled an elevator platform below me. They stayed next to me as the platform lifted me very slowly out of the water. The two helpers struggled with my soft and heavy flesh to arrange me into a sitting position with my legs spread widely. I couldn’t help. My body was too heavy, my limbs were too heavy. All I could really move was my hands and feet and head. This arranging process took awhile because my body was so large and heavy. They had to lift the platform in small increments in order to arrange my legs and countless fat rolls multiple times. Each woman would strain and use their whole body to shift the bigger parts of me. It involved a lot of jiggling of my body. I watched these two obese women moving around. Each of them seemed so huge, they probably weighed at least 400 pounds, but then I would see their bodies next to mine and realize just how enormous I must be. They looked so tiny next to my form.

    My body slowly lifted more out of the water in each of these increments. Each lift of the platform dropped the dome of flesh in front of me (my breasts and bellies). Each lift caused me to feel more of my weight that the water had been supporting. From my slightly more elevated perspective I could see more and more of the huge body Dr. Morgan had created for me. So much very flabby flesh. The sheer magnitude of my size was exciting in some way but the thought of immobility was scary.

    After an hour I was completely out of the water. My body was so heavy. The flesh of my torso (belly and breasts) pressed heavily on my legs. I could not move my legs at all. I could wiggle my foot, but I could not see my foot. My arms were not horizontal anymore out of the water but they were angled outward a lot because of the width of my torso. My arms were too heavy to move, even my forearms. I could wiggle my hands but I couldn’t even see them over my large breasts and folds. I could feel how fat my fingers were, they pressed against each other and could not bend much because they were so fattened. I could move my head a little, side to side. I could feel how my chin (or chins?) created a huge fold that stuck out and hung down to touch my chest. I had trouble breathing and the helpers gave me an oxygen line to breath through. Susan came in and smiled at my huge form. She patted my arms and leaned in to kiss me. She reassured me that everything would be alright. The grad students covered most of my body with a thin white sheet and left to get dressed. I sat there as an immovable blob of fat as I could hear a crowd of people gathering outside of the lab. I still was sucking down liters and liters of countless calories through my feeding tube.

    A set of chairs had been arranged in the room in a partial ring around me. The chairs were definitely Utopia chairs, they had no arms and were very very wide. I’m sure my body would more than overflow them though. A curtain mounted on a rail in the ceiling was drawn around me. Then I could hear many voices as the doors opened and people entered the room and found seats. The talking died down as a female voice formally spoke for attention. The curtain was drawn to expose my seated form. I heard gasps of surprises and wonder. I looked out to a crowd of well-dressed, very fat people. Behind and above the people there were TV cameras set up. A very large woman was standing and reading the legal sentence I had been assigned to the crowd. She called up Dr. Morgan, who stood and slowly walked to stand between the speaker and I. She confirmed to the speaker that the sentence had been fulfilled and she was ready to verify the results. She explained that I was sitting on a scale and then she called up a readout display.

    There was a collective gasp as the guests saw the number that I could not see. They were so huge themselves, I looked out to a sea of fat bodies, with huge rolls and shelves of flesh. These huge people were astonished at how so very huge I was. The speaker readout the number “Let the record show that the defendant has fulfilled his sentence with room to spare with a final weight of one thousand six hundred and fifty four pounds!” I gasped also. What? Oh my! I was probably twice as heavy as the heaviest person here. The heaviest person looked unbelievably heavy, but I was twice as much. Gulp. My mind was a bit in shock at this number and its implications. I distantly heard 30 minutes or so of the official speaking and confirming that I need to weigh at least this much for an entire year. I was growing tired, I sucked down more and more fluid finally feeling nearly full. I dozed a little as the official went on.

    I woke to an empty room. The lights were dimmed. I was still sitting on the platform. I struggled to move, but couldn’t do much. My body wobbled and swayed at my efforts. The platform groaned and creaked a little. I heard a sound and looked to see that one chair was occupied. Susan was sitting nearby working on her tablet. She stood slowly and awkwardly and ponderously waddled over to me. “You have probably noticed how much I’m struggling with carrying this fat suit! I’ve been losing weight as you gain weight. I will take this suit off so I will be able to have actual sex with you. This fat suit gets in our way. Don’t worry, I will take care of you.”

    She stepped back and unzipped the dress, wriggling her body as she lifted it upward and dropped it to the ground. She peeled off her bra and then removed her panties. Her fat suit body was always so beautiful but she seemed weighed down by it. She found the fat suits emergency release and opened it. Her body deflated around her as liquid flowed away from her. The fat suit’s skin sagged and then sloughed off. She stood there in front of me naked and thin. She was much thinner than I had ever seen her. Her breasts and belly showed how much bigger her body had been when she had gained weight with me earlier. Her breasts sagged slightly and her belly still had remnant poochiness and also sagged slightly. “I weigh 104 pounds now and with this body I can be intimate with you despite your size. I’m sorry this has happened but I admit to loving this huge body of yours. I want to demonstrate that now…”
     
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    Amazing story, so glad you came back and added the two new chapters.
     

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