New Gainer Story! "Pig Decisions", 2020 (Patreon)

This is my first new gainer story in several years, so I might be a little rusty.    This is a long read - 45 pages in length.    Contains: Extreme Weight Gain, Immobility, Force Feeding, and some darker elements - the usual mix of things that are found in my older stories.    

Enjoy!

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"Pig Decisions"

By Lardfill, 2020

1.

Gavin Pink was a severely obese man who had written over twenty gainer stories over the years before he had announced his retirement from writing.   Online fans were upset that he was stopping, but Gavin had reached a point in his life where he couldn't deny himself from writing his passion project that had been bouncing around inside his skull for nearly twenty years - a novel not related to gaining and obesity.   He immediately began writing the novel, excited to finally focus on the dramatic story of a young man overcoming tragedy during a global catastrophe.    The story poured out of him almost effortlessly after years of fine tuning the plot in his head, playing out scenes like he was watching a movie that only he could see.    His end goal for the novel was to get it published so maybe it would get the chance to become a movie one day.   It thrilled him to imagine going to a movie theatre to see how Hollywood would translate his plot to the big screen - it was probably his only goal in life that didn't involve extreme obesity.

It was obesity and getting fatter that Gavin truly excelled at, though.   At thirty years old, he tipped the scales at just over 500lbs and didn't have any plans on slowing down his gains.   He was a gainer through and through, constantly eating and obsessed with the lard growing heavily on his body.   He wasn't overly tall, so the weight really piled up on his frame in rolls and deep folds that filled his body.  His belly hung between his legs like a slab of jelly, his giant fat ass dimpled with soft cellulite and his thighs loaded with  jiggly flab that made him waddle comically.   He knew he was becoming too fat to function normally in life, but he couldn't stop himself from gorging constantly.   He loved food and the sensation of being full far too much to be able to stop now.   He had literally become the subject of his many gainer stories - turning from a handsome 200lb young man to a flabby mess of blubber over the course of a decade.     

His gainer stories had started off mild when he was younger - little sexual tales of young guys overeating and ballooning up to 400lbs.   Then, as Gavin grew himself, he kept writing about fatter and fatter characters losing control more and more.   By the time he announced his retirement from writing gainer stories, the plots all involved morbidly obese men gaining tremendous amounts of lard until they were immobile and trapped in intense force feeding situations by constantly horny feeders hellbent of fattening gainers to dark extremes of obesity.   It was this endless spiral of extremes that worried Gavin and made him rethink his plans.   IF he was going to keep writing these stories, he would have to accept that he was going to become like those characters - immobilized with heavy lard and unable to function.   If that happened, he'd never get the chance to write the story he had in his head - the novel that would take him away from the endless gaining and make him successful in life.    He pictured that life with pride, imagining himself a successful writer, bumping elbows with the Hollywood elite as his stories get turned into movies and television shows.   He decided to announce his retirement from writing gainer fiction and put all his attention and time into completing his novel.   

His weight never dropped while he wrote - it climbed at a steady rate for the four months it took him to complete his novel.    By the time he was done proofreading and editing the novel, he had managed to pack fifty pounds unto his body, bringing the number on the scale up to 560lbs and bringing him dangerously close to the immobility and extremely large sizes of the characters from the gainer stories he had left behind him.     Worried a bit, he vowed to start losing weight so he could market his novel without being looked at like a joke.   He didn't think he would be taken seriously as a writer at his current size and if he continued to grow, he'd never get published.     This worry , however, was far outweighed by the joy of completing his novel and Gavin found himself celebrating the novel's completion by a week- long celebration of feasting and enjoying lots of great food.     He managed to gain another 10lbs that week, posting his weight updates online on a gainer/feeder website while also announcing that he had completed his novel.   People were very happy about his weight gain but the reception to news of his novel was cold, with most of the comments asking questions if new gainer stories were written.   Gavin responded with "I have completely retired from writing gainer stories - please stop asking!"  and then watched the comments turn sour. 

"What good are you then?"

"I don't want to read your shitty novel, I want more gainer stories!"

"Shut up and eat you fat pig." 

The comments made Gavin's heart sink and so he spent the rest of the night eating a tub of ice cream while staring at his novel's manuscript, wondering if he'd ever break out of the cycle and become more than just the morbidly obese pig he had made of himself.   His entire future was printed in the pages of his novel and that future was battling the future which he had written in all his gainer stories - if the novel was a success, he'd break out of his fattening cycle and become something more than just a fat slob.   If the novel was a failure, Gavin knew he'd end up growing fatter until he was too heavy to roll out of bed and doomed to a live of extreme obesity confined to a single room with a feeder pushing him to grow even more.    There were feeders online messaging him with gaining goals, and now that he was closing in on 600lbs, they were becoming more aggressive with their encouragement.   He knew it wouldn't be long before one of them would become close with him, and then it would all be downhill from there.  He wouldn't stand a chance if a feeder moved into his life.      

He finished two tubs of ice cream and a box of cookies before he decided he'd had enough and went to bed, plopping heavily down in his bed with an erection but he was too fat to reach it now so he found himself staring at the ceiling, thinking of tube feeding and being fucked with big long cocks.    He hated himself for being so turned on by fantasizing about immobility and tube feeding, knowing that it would be the thing that would destroy all his plans in life.   He fell asleep only to dream about being an actual hog, eating from a trough with a well hung farmer swatting his face with his hard cock.   

Gavin woke up with drool wetting a big spot on his pillow.   He groggily rolled out of bed and waddled off to use the washroom and shower.    After washing up, he waddled back to his desk and checked his emails to see if any of the publishing companies had replied to his manuscript and found two rejection letters from the biggest publishing houses in the country.   His heart sank and his eyes welled up with tears as he stared at the printed copy of his manuscript, flipping through the pages and replaying the scenes in his head.   He got up and made breakfast to take his mind off of the disappointments.    He fried up a pan full of bacon, a dozen eggs fried in the bacon fat, eight slices of toast dripping with butter and peanut butter, and came back to his desk to eat away his worries.    

As he began mindlessly chewing on the pile of bacon, he logged into the gainer sites to casually look at other fat guys while he ate.   He was going to ignore his inbox, but he decided he should see what kind of messages he had received after the weight update and the talk of retiring from writing gainer stories.    There were seven messages waiting for him, all the usual comments about his fatness and his gainer stories, but then a new message popped up.   

"Urgent!   I know someone who's interested in possibly publishing your novel."

Gavin replied immediately with "Who is this?   How does this person know about my novel?"

The person replied, "Ryan Knox, the head of Knox Publishing is a friend of mine and he's always looking for new writers to launch their careers."

Gavin received a phone number for Ryan Knox, and after quickly checking his name online, he found that Knox Publishing was indeed a publishing company with a decent collection of authors and fifteen years of experience.   His heart soared when he saw several books that had been turned into successful movies and media.    This was his big chance, he had to call Knox and get his foot in the door before it closed on him.   He picked up his phone and called the number.

"Knox Publishing, how can I direct your call?" a husky voice asked.

"I, uh, I was told to call about getting my novel published," Gavin stammered.

"Of course.  Name?" the voice asked.

"Oh!   Uh, Gavin Pink,"  he replied, adding in, "I was told Ryan Knox is interested in my novel."

"That's great to hear!  Let me put you through to him.   One moment," the husky voice replied.   

Gavin thanked the man before the line switched over to the "on hold" music, a classical tune that he didn't recognize - it sounded new, possibly.   He was on hold for about a minute before the music was cut short.

"Hello, Gavin?   Ryan Knox here.   I was hoping you would call.  I was told that you're a writer who has a novel completed that I might be interested in?"  the voice was friendly but Gavin could tell he meant business.   He was thrilled.   

"Uh, yes!  Thank you so much for even expressing interest," Gavin explained.  "I know you must have piles of manuscripts, so thank you for giving me the time."

"No problem at all," Ryan replied.  "Now when can you get here?"

"When?  What?"  Gavin didn't understand.

"You're going to come here and give me your manuscript and stay for the weekend as we look over your novel and discuss plans from there - if we decide to sign you up,"  Ryan explained.  

Gavin felt his heart sink, looking down at his bloated flabby pile of a body, the crumbs and grease drippings from his fattening breakfast still resting on the top of his belly and in the fold under his giant chubby chest.   He was a mess, at his fattest, and now was being asked to travel to some rich publisher's office in another city for a whole weekend.   He realized he had been silent for a little too long and forced himself to answer.

"Oh...kay.   When do you want me to come, and where am I going?" Gavin cautiously asked.  

"Don't worry.   We're located in a pretty remote area, so we'll send you a car that'll take you to the airport where a private jet will fly you here," Ryan explained.   "We cover everything, you don't need to spend a dime - just bring your manuscript.  That's the important part."

"Okay, great!   When do you want me?" Gavin asked, a bit relieved he wouldn't have to worry about cramped airline travel.   

"This weekend," Ryan said bluntly, not really asking at all.

"THIS weekend?   Oh..."  Gavin could feel the sweat beading on his forehead.   He couldn't think of an excuse not to go, so he agreed.  "Okay, this weekend it is."   

"Great!  I'll transfer you back to my receptionist so you can give him your address details so we can get the jet to a local airfield and get a car out to you to pick you up," Ryan explained.  "I'm looking forward to meeting you and reading your manuscript.   See you soon, Gavin."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Knox," Gavin replied.

"Call me Ryan."

The line switched back over to classical music for ten seconds, leaving Gavin with just enough time to feel nervous again.   How was he going to spend a weekend with publishers when he looked like this?   None of his clothes fit properly.   He was going well outside of his comfort zone - he hadn't been so nervous in his life.   How could he let himself get so fat?

"Hello, Gavin?"  the husky voice of the receptionist cut in over the music, catching Gavin off guard.   

The two exchanged information and Gavin learned he'd be taking a three hour flight on a private jet to Wyoming where he would spend two days at Ryan Knox's private residence.   Gavin was told that this is a very secretive meeting, so he was to tell no one about it until after the deal is signed and that any breach of this rule would void any deal after the fact.   He was told this was to prevent writers from playing publishing houses against each other, and Gavin didn't question it - he had his eyes on the prize, but also had his mind on the fact that he was nearly 600lbs and that the publisher had no idea.    He had to tell them or else he risked humiliation and awkward situations.   He didn't want to be flown out there if it meant he'd be laughed out of the door.

"I have to tell you something that might be an issue," Gavin started.

"What's that?" the receptionist asked, actually sounding concerned.

"I...  I'm obese.   Very obese,"  Gavin confessed, nearly in tears.   "I just... I don't want you to expect something else."

"Gavin, there's no need to worry about that, at all," the receptionist assured.  "Your weight is not going to affect the deal."

"I just thought I'd give you a heads up,"  Gavin explained.  "People don't usually expect someone my size to walk in the room."

The receptionist laughed, but not in a mocking manner.   He assured Gavin again that his weight isn't an issue, and that he didn't need to worry about dressing up or 'being presentable', and that Ryan Knox usually spends his weekends in his pajamas so there is no dress code.    The two talked for a few minutes more before Gavin said goodbye and hung up.   

He sat in silence for ten minutes, staring in disbelief at his manuscript until his belly growled and he found himself in the kitchen, frying up a big tray of chicken wings.   He knew he shouldn't, but he needed to calm his nerves and nothing distracted him better than a pile of his favourite food.    It wasn't long before he was greedily munching on the wings, sitting naked at his desk and thinking about the weekend.    

2.   

The flight to Wyoming was incredible for Gavin.  He had never flown on a private jet before and the scenery out the window was spectacular.   He had never seen such a vast wilderness in his life before as the plane soared over the mountains and rolling foothills.    His flight attendant was very accommodating to his weight and hadn't reacted to how ill-fitting his clothes were.   The only clothes he owned that even slightly fit were a few tight 10xl t-shirts that displayed a good 6 inches of belly fat hanging out from underneath the fabric, and a pair of 10xl sweatpants that were still baggy on him so they made his huge thighs and fat calves look even more huge.   The baggy sweatpants combined with the flab-exposing tight shirt made him look absolutely massive and pathetically obese, and his gluttonous self couldn't resist the constant food on the flight.   A bucket of fried chicken, a cheesecake, a platter of crackers, cheese, and deli meats, as well as free drinks and beverages all tempted Gavin on the flight, and by the time the plane landed, he was bloated with food and drowsy from the beer.   

After landing, Gavin crammed his blubbery body out of the small plane door and perilously lumbered down the staircase, rocking the jet a little with every step.    A massive SUV limo was waiting for him at the tiny empty airfield.   He climbed in and found more snacks for the hour-long drive ahead.   Gavin ate them all and fell asleep in the backseat, snoring loudly as the limo drove through remote pasture lands and forested rocky slopes.    

Finally the limo stopped and Gavin nodded awake to find that the greasy loose potato chips that he had left on his shirt while he napped had soaked their grease into the shirt fabric, peppering the shirt with little grease stains that showed up clearly on the thin worn-out fabric.    He knew he looked ridiculous, but he couldn't turn back now.    He needed help getting out of the limo, his shirt riding up as the driver pulled him up to his feet.   The driver was grinning like he wanted to tell Gavin that he was the fattest guy he'd ever seen.   Gavin was blushing as he tugged down on his shirt, failing to cover the bottom of his belly.    He was out of breath from just standing up, and that was mostly the effort of the driver.   He never felt fatter in his life, and he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch and swell up with a fat-buried erection because of how fat he felt.       

The house entrance was ultra modern - lots of glass, metal and wood in harsh angles.   The house didn't appear to be very big, but it was built on the top of a forested foothill and much of the house was out of sight.    The front door opened and a handsome young man with a muscular frame walked out in a black suit.   Gavin's heart sunk again, having been told that this would be an informal meeting with no dress code, but that seemed like it wasn't the case looking at the sharply dressed beefcake who was walking out to greet him.

"Gavin!  Welcome to Mr. Knox's home.  I'm Angus, Ryan's receptionist - we talked on the phone..." he introduced himself, outstretching his hand for a strong handshake that made Gavin's hand feel like a squishy fat blob.   Angus was incredibly fit, his suit fitting snugly in all the right places with muscles that bulged and twitched a bit under the tight fabric.    In contrast, Gavin's tight shirt fit snugly over mounds of soft lard that jiggled and swayed from the handshake.

"Thank you so much for this opportunity," Gavin began, but was cut off by Angus.

"Are you hungry?" Angus asked quickly with absolute seriousness.  "Ryan has dinner ready inside."

Gavin moaned a little before stopping himself.   He was full of food, and he knew that if he ate much more, he'd start getting turned on by the fullness in his belly - a side effect of years of stuffing his belly and then masturbating to fat porn.   He already had an erection, and now seeing Angus offering him more food was just adding to the situation.   

"I'm always hungry, if you can't tell," Gavin said with a big grin, then quickly snapped back to reality and remembered the seriousness of the situation.

"Ryan took a guess on what to have, but I think you'll like it," Angus said with the slightest hint of a smile.    

"I can't wait to meet him," Gavin said, grabbing his suitcase and old briefcase that he had found at the thrift store years ago. 

"Is that the manuscript?" Angus pointed to the briefcase and Gavin nodded with a deep inhale and exhale.   

Angus took the suitcase from Gavin and then the two of them walked up the front walkway by loosely manicured shrubs and trees to the blocky glass structure that split through the forest like the blade of an axe.   They entered through the large wood doors and into a lobby that had a van-sized boulder sitting in the middle of the room, with moss and several small trees growing on the boulder lit by a large glass skylight in the ceiling above it.  A slight trickle of water moved over the boulder's surface down to a pool that narrowly surrounding the angled surface of the rock.   It was instantly the most beautiful bit of architecture Gavin had ever stepped into and he had to stop for a moment to take it in.   He didn't even realize that he was sweating and out of breath from the short stroll from the limo.    

"Ryan's design - the whole house," Angus said in his devilishly husky voice as he stopped next to him.   "Come on, it's not much further."

They walked by the boulder and down a few steps into a very comfortable and open home - living room, kitchen, and a dining table in between that was absolutely covered in food.   A giant feast.    He moaned again and Angus snorted slightly like he was trying to contain a laugh.   He walked off with the suitcase and left Gavin to stand alone in the large room with his eyes fixated on the food.   Fried chicken, platters of deli sandwiches, pizza, burgers, and various bowls of sides.   His mouth was watering and he could feel his buried cock pulse.    He set his briefcase down on an end table next to a chair and waddled up to the dining table and inhaled deeply.  The smell was too good to resist and he grabbed a deep fried pickle off of a platter and took a big bite without even thinking what he was doing.

"They're really good," said a voice off to the right of him.   

Gavin shot upright, startled.   He dropped the other half of the fried pickle on a napkin and chewed as fast as he could so he could speak.

"Don't rush - I figured all the travel would have you hungry and since I didn't know what you liked, I got a bit of everything," the handsome middle aged man said with a big warm smile.   

He walked over and outstretched his arm, "I'm Ryan, I assume you're Gavin."

"Gavin.   Sorry about that - I shouldn't be hungry after how I ate on the plane...and the limo," Gavin said, trailing off as he realized how humiliated he was.   He began to get flushed.  

"How about we eat and then we can talk about your novel?" Ryan proposed, patting the chair at the end of the table as he walked back to the kitchen.    

Angus returned to the room as Gavin sat down at the table, worried he had made a terrible first impression.   As he sat, his shirt rode up over his belly and for a second, he scrambled to pull it back down so it would cover his belly - or so he thought.   He had become too fat to reach the bottom of his belly, so when he pulled the shirt down, it was still several inches from the bottom of his belly.   He also wasn't aware that the shirt was caught on the fold at the top of his giant ass and nearly a third of his ass cheeks were exposed.   He was at the limits of being a normal person, and it was hitting him hard now.   He knew he looked even fatter than he could imagine.   

Angus quickly assembled a large plate full of food for Gavin, placing the heavy plate down in front of him.    Gavin moaned and instinctively grabbed the big greasy bacon cheeseburger in front of him and then remembered his manners again, placing the burger down and lowering his hands to his belly to keep from digging into the food like an animal.  Ryan came back with some cold beers and sat a couple seats down from Gavin and immediately Angus placed a plate in front of him too, but his was much less crowded with food.   He had single burger with a caesar salad on the side.   

Gavin thanked him and added, "You picked all my favourites, actually." 

"Oh yeah?"  Ryan replied right before taking a sensible bite of the burger.   

"Dig in," Angus said, opening a beer and sliding it over to Gavin's plate.   

Gavin picked up one of the two burgers on his plate and took an giant bite that sent grease trickling out onto his fat double chin and onto his shirt.   A gob of melted cheese smeared the side of his mouth.   Angus slid a few napkins over to him and left the room.   Gavin set the burger down and wiped his face.  He didn't realize just how out of control he was with food.   He couldn't seem to eat like normal people do anymore.    He started to slowly eat a few onion rings with small controlled bites but then he started popping them into his mouth one at a time, then dipping them in ranch dressing and shoving the burger in his mouth again.  He moaned loudly but didn't even hear himself as he took a giant bite of the second burger followed by an immediate slice of pizza that he jammed into his already full mouth.   He then attacked the fried chicken, shoving entire fried pickles in his mouth in between pieces of crunchy breaded chicken.   It wasn't until he was half way through a large deli sandwich when he broke out of his eating stupor.   Ryan was looking at him with a shocked but grinning face.   

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Gavin mumbled out through a mouth full of meat.

"I'm interested in seeing just how much you can pack away, big guy," Ryan laughed.   "Are you a betting man, Gavin?"

Gavin shook his head no, trying desperately to chew his mouth-load of food.   

"How about we have a little fun with this - if you can eat everything on this table, I'll give you ten thousand bucks?"  Ryan proposed with a suddenly intense expression.    "Come on, you can do it."

Gavin stared ahead at the feast.   Four more burgers, the rest of the pizza, a whole cheesecake, a bowl of caesar salad that looked heavy with dressing, a bowl of potato salad, three more sandwiches, fries, a small platter of sushi, a bowl of onion rings, and a plate of several pounds of bacon.   He moaned loudly and grabbed his belly, letting out a long belch that made Ryan lean back and laugh.

"Okay, I'll give it my best," Gavin said, slightly confused at what was going on.

He couldn't resist and found himself face deep in food again, quickly gobbling down the rest of the pizza like it was nothing, dipping it in ranch dressing just so it would slide down his throat better.   He practically inhaled the sushi before tackling the onion rings with an equally impressive speed.   Next was the remaining burgers, which had him slow his rate of consumption but made him so greasy that Angus suggested that he take off his shirt.   Gavin barely had time to respond before Angus tugged up on the grease-stained 10xl shirt and lifted it off his soft jiggly frame.

"Alright, Gavin, now you're not restricted from that tight thing - you can fit more in," Ryan said with a serious look, cocking his eyebrow as he finished another beer.

Gavin was also drinking quite a few beers and was starting to feel relaxed.   He finally finished his last burger before tackling the salad, and decided to get rid of the bacon at the same time so he ripped the bacon up like he was tearing a book in half, dumping all the bacon into the caesar salad bowl and stirred it up before gobbling it down like a pig.   He snorted a few times as his mouth was absolutely stuffed.

"Come on - push it in.   More!  More!"  Ryan exclaimed, another three beers in him.

Angus gave Gavin's back a friendly rub between his fat shoulders and then patted his shoulder after Gavin released another giant belch.

"Yeah... make more room.   You're almost done - this is unbelievable," Ryan said, chuckling as he started another beer.   

Gavin plowed through the remaining sandwiches before tackling the big bowl of potato salad with lots of fresh dill.   It was exactly the way he liked it, and his mouth watered despite the fact that his belly was so stuffed that he could barely breathe.   Not sure the best way to devour the bowlful, he looked at Ryan with a drunken smile and slurred his words as he said, "Check this out."

Gavin tipped the bowl up to his lips, and watched as the ten servings of potato salad slopped down the bowl to his lips and he began sucking it in.   No chewing, just a vacuuming of the mayo-ladden slop.   He shook the bowl a little to keep the pace up and within two minutes, the bowl was empty.    Ryan's smile dropped open in disbelief and he began to holler and clap in laughter.   

Angus placed another two beers in front of Gavin and he decided to really make an impact, swirling one slightly in a circle before lifting it straight up to his mouth with his head all the way back.   Ryan and Angus watched as the entire bottle of beer swirled down like a whirlpool, neatly emptying the bottle in six seconds.   He then took the other bottle and did the exact same thing, but even faster, sucking it down so when he removed the bottle from his lips, there was an audible "thwonk" sound.   The two just stared with wide eyes and giant grins before bursting out laughing.   Gavin let out a long thunderous belch that sounded deep, and then laughed with them.

"That's an old trick I learned in college,"  Gavin huffed.   

Angus slid the cheesecake in front of Gavin and walked back into the kitchen as Ryan watched his obese face's expression change.   Gavin just moaned and felt himself drift back into eating, even thought his stomach was full to the brim.   He shoveled piece after piece into his mouth, barely tasting it before sucking it down his throat to make room for more.    By the last slice, it suddenly hit him.  He was too full to move.   He needed to lay down.   He was sweating and breathing heavy, and managed to push the last piece in his mouth whole, slowly working on chewing it and swallowing.   

"You, my fat friend, have earned yourself ten thousand dollars," Ryan slurred his words as he stood up, and then immediately stumbled sideways before managing to correct himself.   "Angus, get the money," he blurted out in a way that made Gavin laugh  and then immediately regret laughing as he clutched his full belly.

Angus returned with a wad of cash, all one hundred dollar bills crispy stacked and wrapped in one solid brick of money.   Gavin froze in disbelief.   He had never seen so much money at once.   He couldn't think for a few seconds, still not believing what had just happened.   

"Come on, help Piggy up," Ryan said without thinking.   "It's time for pool!" 

Ryan was about to march out of the room when Gavin spoke up.   

"Wait... did... did... did you just call me - call me Piggy?" Gavin stammered, the last two beers hitting him hard.

Ryan stopped and spun around, needing to hold the wall to do so and then drunkenly explained, "You just ate that entire spread of food!  That's what I call Piggy!    Come on, Angus, get him to the pool.  I feel like a swim."

Gavin groaned deeply as Angus helped him to his feet, his strong arms digging into the soft flab, struggling to lift the weight.   

"You made a good impression.  He likes different - and you're definitely different," Angus explained, helping Gavin slowly waddle to the kitchen and down a narrow hallway that sloped down gradually.   

Gavin looked to his left, out the sheer glass wall of windows that ran the length of the house and started laughing to himself.   

"What's so funny?" Angus asked, his face half buried in Gavin's flabby arm and chest.   

"I didn't even see the view earlier - I don't know how I missed it," Gavin slowly wheezed out as he looked past his huge wobbly reflection to the vast countryside of scenic forest and hilly farmland that spread out beyond him, the twinkling lights of a town glowing off in the distance.  

"You didn't notice it earlier because you had more important things on your mind," Angus said, patting Gavin's giant bare belly.   

3.

Gavin followed Angus to a small pool with bordered a hot tub that was built down into the cement floor.   The room they were in was cavernous, with exposed rock on the inner wall and a large floor-to-ceiling glass wall that overlooking the forest on the other side of the pool.   Ryan was in the pool, swimming against a strong current being produced by a water pump system that made the small pool into an endless lap to swim in.    Gavin was very aware that he had stepped into a whole other level of class that he had never even known.   He felt insecure and out of place, his fat slob body wheezing and weak in a fit man's luxurious home.   

"Hop in the hot tub, big guy - soothe that belly," Ryan called out, turning the current down so it gently swirled him around the pool.    

Angus helped Gavin over to the hot tub and without warning, tugged Gavin's massive sweatpants and underwear down and patted him on the butt and said "Okay, step out."

Gavin was shocked, blurting out, "Hey, wait..." and looked over at Ryan to realize that he was fully naked in the pool.    Without arguing, but with a hesitant step, he slipped his foot out of the pant leg and then did it again for the next foot as Angus held the material down so it wouldn't catch on his swollen ankles and fat feet.   

"Sorry, but it's the house rule - no clothes in the pool or hot tub," Angus said, gathering up the giant sweatpants and folding them on a nearby bench.   "Ryan hates wearing any kind of clothing in the water and insists no one wears them."

Gavin felt too exposed and quickly stepped down into the spacious hot tub.   He felt all his fat float up in the bubbling water, wobbling madly with every ripple and wave of water.   He moaned out, leaning back in the water, feeling his naked flesh be tickled by thousands of tiny bubbles as gravity suddenly stopped pushing down on him in the water.   Ryan swam up to the edge of the hot tub and lightly squeezed Gavin's chubby shoulder with a big smile.  

"Feels good, yeah?"  Nothing feels better than a good soak after a big meal," Ryan said before giving out a laugh.  "I can't believe you finished all that food." 

Gavin grabbed the sides of his belly and said "Neither can I."

"No, I bet you can,"  Ryan said with a grin.

"What?" Gavin asked, confused.

"You knew you could eat all that," Ryan said seriously. 

Gavin laughed and agreed.   

"You like eating like that, and you like what it does to your body,"  Ryan continued with the same serious tone.   

Gavin was getting worried, feeling like he had walked into a trap.   

"I know about the gainer stories, and your desire to be a huge, FAT, piggy," Ryan explained in a whisper.   

Gavin just stared at him, not sure what to say.  Either his possible publisher was about to humiliate him, or he was still dreaming in a limo somewhere.   No other options made sense.

"Don't worry, Gavin.   I like your gainer stories, I have for years," Ryan explained with a wicked smile.   "I've been a massive fan of yours for years and that's why I invited you here.   I wanted to meet you and get you started in the next step of your journey.   I have huge plans for you and your novel."

Gavin gave a sigh of relief, still shocked at what was happening.    "You like my stories?"  Gavin slurred, his drunken stupor making it hard to focus on the development.  

"I love your stories, especially the one about the prison and the pigs," Ryan said with a wink as he lifted himself out of the pool and slid down into the hot tub next to Gavin.    

"Oh yeah?" was all that Gavin could manage to say as he felt Ryan's firm hairy body sink down next to his own smooth and soft body that was billowing out and floating all around him.   He could feel that his love handle was floating over Ryan's thigh and was lightly tapping down every few seconds.   Ryan grabbed a few handfuls of the fat.

"Oh wow.   You're so soft!"  Ryan exclaimed, lightly grabbing and touching Gavin's body in different spots.   "Angus, feel this."

Angus stepped over and stopped, stripping down to nothing to reveal a thick muscular body and a giant cock.   Gavin's eyes bulged at the sight of him.  Angus was incredibly attractive to begin with, his masculine face framed by short, dark, neatly trimmed hair and beard, with a body that looked both well toned and well fed.  His arms and chest bulged with muscle but his stomach didn't have abs - instead, there was a solid slab of muscle covered in about an inch of fat, created a firm, slightly bloated and slightly padded muscle gut.   His legs were equally thick and strong, but his penis was a whole other story.   It wasn't pumped or improved upon - this was all natural.   It hung like a long thick pepperoni, at least nine inches long when it was soft and hanging free.    Gavin looked down and then over to Ryan who winked and then took a look himself.

"Angus here has three legs," Ryan joked.  

Angus grinned and bounced his chest muscles without realizing it before stepping down into the water.   His cock touched water almost at his knees, the same place that Gavin's belly had touched the water first.    Angus lowered into the water on the other side of Gavin and grabbed a roll of blubber and laughed a silent chuckle as he began grabbing other rolls and even Gavin's nipples.     Gavin let loose a giant belch without warning and grasped his chubby hands to his face in embarrassment.   

"Sorry, the jiggling is settling my stomach," Gavin explained as the two both looked at him like they were going to pounce on him.

"Making room for more?" Ryan asked, grabbing him by the underbelly, his fingers digging in as deep as he could into the fold of fat.    "Hungry piggy."

Gavin was fully erect, his tiny fat encased cock was throbbing as he felt the firm grip on his underbelly, pushing down on the lard surrounding his cock.   He couldn't believe this was happening.

"I'll be right back!" Ryan exclaimed suddenly and hopped up out of the hot tub, his hairy bubble butt bouncing firmly as he left the room, thick cock swinging back and forth with each step.   

Gavin watched him leave and then looked over to Angus, who was standing in the middle of the hot tub, actively stroking his snake of a cock while he stared lustfully at Gavin's flabby body.    Gavin couldn't do anything but watch in shock at the expanded length of the hard cock that filled the space between the two men.    

"Roll over," Angus ordered with a serious look on his face.   Gavin froze at the command.   "I said roll over, Piggy." 

Angus leaned in, his muscles flexed as he grabbed Gavin's sides and began to roll him over.   This was much easier than Gavin thought it would be as his weight was mostly floating in the water.   As he was rolled over, Gavin could feel the hard snake of Angus's cock dragging along his body, sliding over his belly, along his love handles and then across a massive ass cheek as Gavin's fat body rolled over.    It took no time for Angus to aim his foot-long erection to Gavin's now-exposed hole, pressing in a little to drive the cherry head of his cock into the soft ass fat, right up to his tight hole, causing Gavin to let out a deep moan that echoed in the cavernous room.   

"Open up for me Piggy," Angus cooed in his husky voice, his muscular hands grasping firmly on ample handfuls of love handle rolls, pulling his body in closer.

Gavin grunted and let out a silent gasp as he felt the thick head of Angus's cock sink in through his hole, forcing his way in and filling him more and more without letting him make room.    He could feel inch after inch drive deep into his insides until he could feel Angus's beefy stomach and powerful legs press into Gavin's billowy butt.   Angus let out a deep grumbling sigh and stayed deeply plugging Gavin's ass for a couple minutes, letting his hard cock throb and pulse inside of him, making sure Gavin knew his place.   

Gavin stayed submissive for the whole time, his full belly combined with Angus's giant cock was ensuring that he wasn't going anywhere.   He couldn't fight it if he tried, so he relaxed more and more until his asshole loosened enough for Angus to begin fucking - and he fucked like a bull.    Aggressively, Angus began pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in fully, causing water to splash and flesh to slap together, making enough noise to somewhat mask the sound of Gavin's guttural moans and yells.    He was not prepared for the force of his fucking, and he found himself going silent as Angus fucked him like a wild animal, his muscles pumping and his body tensing as he hollered out like he was powerlifting in an intense workout.    

"Fucking pig!   You think you're fat now?  Just you fucking wait," Angus barked out as he slapped Gavin's jiggly ass and began furiously fucking in rapid smaller thrusts that made Gavin feel like he was getting drilled by a machine.   

Gavin could barely think, all he could do is moan in the most primal instinct his body would allow.    He fat was sloshing, floating in the water to make him helpless.   All he could do was hold onto the edge of the hot tub to keep his head above water as he received the pounding.   He could see the reflection of the scene in the large glass windows and was impressed by Angus's body as it flexed and pushed into his giant blob of a body.    

"Do you want this, Piggy?"  Angus asked, stopping his fucking suddenly.   

"Yes," Gavin said without thinking.

Angus chuckled and then began fucking hard again as his cock throbbed hard and started unleashing his load of cum.   Gavin could actually feel the cum surging up the entire length of Angus's cock, sending his hot seed spurting out deep inside of his body.   Angus kept pushing as he began hollering out, grabbing as much fat as he could with his powerful hands.   Gavin felt his insides get filled with cum, lubing up Angus's cock even more so his shaft slid in and out with ease.   Drained of cum, Angus's hard body relaxed and softened as his muscles released all their tension.    

"Hold still," Angus ordered as he grabbed a towel from the side of the hot tub.   He pulled his cock out of Gavin, who suddenly felt empty as the cock left him feeling hollow.   Angus spread Gavin's ass cheeks and wiped up his leaking cum from his hole as he popped the head of his massive cock from Gavin's sore hole.    

"Alright, come with me," Angus said as he stepped up out of the hot tub.   He lowered his hand down to help Gavin take the heavy steps out of the water.   

Gavin did as he was told and stepped up from the hot tub and felt the extreme weight of gravity as his weight was no longer floating.   Angus smiled and kissed him gently on the temple before leading Gavin to a doorway that Ryan had left through earlier.   It lead to a full gym with mirror walls.   Gavin could see just how obese he was for the first time - he had never seen himself in such large mirrors before, and being next to a muscle bull like Angus made Gavin truly feel like a pig.   He looked like livestock, jiggling with lard all over.   

"This is what's called a 'gym'", Angus said with a big grin, nudging Gavin's blubbery arm jokingly.  

"Get me out of this place," Gavin said with a frightened tone, matching Angus's joke with his own.

Gavin and Angus slowly walked through the gym as Gavin huffed and puffed heavily as though he were using the exercise equipment instead of simply walking a short distance. On the other side of the gym, they entered a hallway that had a staircase leading back upstairs, but they walked down the hallway, deeper into the basement of the house.   They went through a set of double doors into a very dark hallway that had little strips of lighting along the edge of the carpet on the floor.    They stopped at the end of this hallway to find themselves standing in a theater.   

"This is Ryan's private home theater," Angus said as Gavin looked around.   "It seats thirty.  He likes to watch any screen adaptations of our publishing here for special clientele."   

"I can't believe this is in a house," Gavin said through his heavy breathing.

Angus grinned at the sight of Gavin huffing and puffing, his giant flabby body struggling to lift the weight.   Fucking Gavin in the water was fun with all the fat floating and bouncing weightlessly, but seeing all that lard hang heavily, pulling him down and limiting his movement was a thrill.   He was already feeling like he could fuck him again - the display of pathetic obesity was almost too much.     His long cock began to harden again, and swung back and forth with every step as he began to lead Gavin to the back of the theater.

"Come on, big guy," Angus said, leading Gavin to the projection booth at the top of a few low stairs.   Gavin was wheezing and sweating by the time he waddled up to the top step.    

They entered the tiny room, Gavin could barely fit inside with Angus and the projector equipment in the space.   Angus had an expression that Gavin couldn't figure out - like someone keeping a secret that he really wanted to tell, an excitement lit up his face.

"Do you want to see the coolest room in the house?" Angus asked, a grin creeping over his face.   

Without waiting for a response, Angus flicked a seemingly random switch on what appeared to be a mixing board for the theater audio.   A heavy metallic clunk sound came from the one wall that wasn't lined with audio and visual equipment.   Angus pushed in on the wall and it slid away silently - a secret door.   Inside, there was a relatively narrow hallway carved into solid granite like a mine shaft.    

"What the hell..." Gavin said, not sure where this tunnel would lead.

Angus casually walked in, and Gavin found himself following, his eyes locked on Angus's amazing bubble butt.   Gavin felt his mouth water as he watched the two soft muscular globes bounce and wiggle as he walked down the length of the stone tunnel.    Gavin's love handles occasionally grazed the sides of the walls as he waddled twenty steps down the hall.

At the end of the tunnel was another door - this one was solid metal and very thick like a bank vault's door.    Gavin barely noticed it as he was desperately needing to sit down, his body ached from carrying all his weight throughout the house.    He was panting and sweating, his face red and tired as he began to look around the secret room.    

He was standing in a room that appeared to be mostly carved out of bedrock.   A small portion of the room where there was a toilet and a shower fixture with drainage on the floor looked to be cement, but the rest was exposed rock, carved out to make a modestly sized room that looked like a bachelor apartment with the washroom open to everything else.   A fridge, a sink, no stove, a desk, laptop and chair, a hospital bed, and a recliner chair furnished the room.   There were air vents on the ceiling and walls of the cement portion of the room but there were no windows or natural light.   There was a weird metal track on the ceiling, heavy duty metal suspended from rock ceiling, as well as some exposed plumbing that didn't seem to make sense leading to the bedroom area.  He wasn't sure what he was looking at - the entire room was bizarre.

"This is the best room in the house," Angus said, walking into the room and comfortably leaning against the bedrock wall.  

Gavin let out a single confused laugh, looking around the small space.    "What is it?" he asked.

"This is where all the magic happens," Ryan's voice chimed in, surprising Gavin as he spun around to look behind him.  

Ryan stood in the doorway of the room, wearing a full tuxedo, his eyes locked on Gavin's body with a giant smile.   He stepped into the room and placed his hand on Gavin's shoulder.

"I told you that I liked your gainer stories, Gavin," Ryan began.  "Well, I have a proposition for you."

Gavin stared at Ryan, beginning to feel panic build inside. 

"I want to put you in a contract to write fifty gainer stories for me," Ryan continued.  "I will give you some ideas and plots that I want to see, and you'll stay here and write them for me."

"Here??" Gavin asked, alarmed at the idea of staying in this room to write fifty stories.

"It's much more comfortable than it looks, isn't it, Angus?"  Ryan asked.

Angus nodded, adding, "it was the best year of my life - I loved it in here."

Gavin looked around in disbelief.   He suddenly wanted to leave the house and go home - this was all a ploy to get him here to write gainer porn, a chapter of his life that he wanted to leave behind.  He wanted to get his manuscript and leave.

"My manuscript..." Gavin said in a daze.

"Oh, your manuscript is in a safe place, but here's the deal, Piggy - you finish writing those gainer stories and I will guarantee you that your novel will get a big release and a movie deal," Ryan explained.   "I will give you everything you want and more, but first, you have to do this one thing for me."

"Write fifty gainer stories?"  Gavin asked with a lump in his throat.

"Yes.  You can do that easily - it won't take you more than a year or two," Ryan explained.  "During that time, the publishing house will edit your novel and get it prepared to publish."

Gavin could only manage to ask, "Why?" as his mind raced.

"I want to make sure we milk you for all you've got before we release you into the world of major book publishing," Ryan explained.   "If we released your novel now, you'd never write gainer stories again, and I really love your gainer stories... and what they're doing to you."

Ryan poked Gavin in the belly and then ran his fingers over the length of his love handle.   He was swimming with sexuality, and dressed in his tuxedo, he was hard to say 'no' to.   Gavin stammered, not sure what to say to this offer.

"We'll pay you, don't worry about that - all your costs will be covered and you'll eat like you did today, every single day if that's what you want," Ryan extended the offer, watching Gavin's expression change at the mention of food.   "You just have to write, and we'll take care of everything else."

"Do I have to stay here to write?" Gavin asked, still looking around the strange room.

"You don't want to stay here?" Ryan asked, almost insulted.

"No, I...  I mean..." Gavin tried to find the right words.   "It's just, a little claustrophobic, you know?"

Ryan burst out laughing for a second and shared a look with Angus that relayed a silent conversation that Gavin could see but couldn't understand.    He wasn't sure he could trust these two men - but the offer was amazing if it was true.  

"It's a bit small compared to the rest of the house, but it will give you all the privacy you'll need to write," Ryan said.  "Don't forget, you'll have the rest of the house to use while you stay here."

"But why do I have to stay here at all?" Gavin asked.  

"When I see something I want, I get it," Ryan said firmly.   "I want your gainer stories and I want you."

"You want me?" Gavin asked even though he knew the answer already.

"We both want you - and you've already proved to me that you want us too," Ryan said, winking at Angus who was fully erect again.

"How long do you want me here?" Gavin asked, already feeling like someone who was outstaying his welcome.   

"I want you to stay here for the entire time you're writing the gainer stories for me, and when you're done, it'll be up to you if you want to leave or not," Ryan said, stepping behind Gavin and cuddling into him a bit.

"...and my novel?" Gavin asked, still not trusting his promise.

"Angus has a legal contract over there for you," Ryan said, pointing to Angus holding a folder of documents.  "You sign that, and you will see your novel published and made into a movie.   People will know your name around the world."

Gavin stared at the folder in Angus's hands and gulped.   He knew that this was a life-changing moment that he had to take.   He slowly waddled over and took a pen from Angus's hand.   Angus held the folder open and pointed to various spots for Gavin to sign and every single line he was told to sign on, he did.   As he signed, Angus's long, slightly erect cock perked up with a strong twitch that made his cock slap up against the bottom of the folder with the contract inside.    With the last signature signed, Angus inspected the folder and the signatures and then left the room in a rush.   

"Excellent decision, Piggy," Ryan said with a half smile.   "Now, if you excuse me, I have a party to get to."

With that, Ryan slammed the door shut and Gavin could hear a heavy lock slide into place.  Gavin looked around at his surroundings again and felt a quick shock of panic - he wasn't sure what he had just signed or what he had agreed to.  He drunkenly stumbled over to the bed and sat down, remembering just how exhausted his body was.   The day of travel, the endless food and beer, the long walk to this hidden room after a hard fucking by the beefcake assistant - he had pushed his heavy bloated body to its limit and he needed to sleep.   He'd figure out what he had signed himself up for after a rest to clear his head.   Almost immediately he drifted off to sleep, snoring loudly on the extremely comfortable bed, drooling on the pillow as he dreamed of eating from a towering pile of delicious fattening foods.    

4.

It had been a week since Gavin found himself locked in the stone room and he hadn't made any progress with writing.   He spent each day naked, they hadn't given him any of his clothes or belongings, so Gavin quickly got used to not wearing any.   It was comfortably warm in the room and he found himself staying in bed more than he realized, relaxing like he was on vacation all week.   Angus brought hot meals to him three times a day, wheeling it all in on a wheeled server's cart that also held boxes and bags of junk food, snacks and drinks that he would put in the cupboards and fridge.   Angus also never wore clothes when he entered the room, strutting in with his muscles flexing as he pushed the heavy cart full of food, his dick slapping heavily against his strong thighs as he walked.   

Tonight's meal was a pasta buffet that covered the entire top of the stainless steel cart.   Six different types of pasta, buttery garlic bread, and five roast chickens.   The spread of food was enough to feed at least twenty people and Gavin was eager to dig in to eat, unaware that in the short week since he arrived, he had already packed on fifteen extra pounds of pure fat.   His appetite was endless and his gluttony was out of control - as long as food was put in front of his, he would eat until it was gone.   Angus would simply fill the room with food and Gavin would devour it all, usually ending with Angus bending him over and pushing his massive cock into Gavin's ass while the fat pig ate his dessert.    Tonight's dessert was a large three tier cake with cream cheese icing and after Gavin ate the entire spread of pasta and chicken, Angus fucked him slowly while Gavin mindlessly pushed the cake into his greedy mouth like an animal.

After Gavin finished the cake, he could only focus on breathing as his overwhelmed body processed the massive feast and powerful fucking that it had just taken place.   His upper belly was hard with pressure from the food inside of him and Angus spent the next hour gently rubbing that belly, congratulating Gavin with every belch and gurgle that came from his stomach.  With Angus's hard body wrapped around Gavin's side as he fell asleep, Gavin couldn't help but love the situation he was in.   Occasionally, he'd think about his life and how he hadn't told anyone where he went - he just simply disappeared from the world.    He meant to ask Angus almost every day, but he'd forget as soon as he saw the food get wheeled in by a naked beefcake.  

It was at the end of the second week in confinement that Gavin asked about the gainer stories that he had to write.   Angus chuckled and rubbed Gavin's swollen belly and then rolled over to grab the laptop off the desk.   

"It's all on here, Piggy," Angus said, placing the laptop on Gavin's full belly.   "Have you even tried to write anything yet?"

Gavin blushed and shook his head no.    "Sorry, I've been so busy eating this whole time."

Angus laughed and playfully pinched Gavin's giant nipple that sagged towards him in the bed before leaning in and sucking the soft pink flesh, tugging at it with his mouth and flicking his tongue over it repeatedly.

"Tell you what Piggy, if you finish the first story then I will tell you how much weight you've gained since you got here," Angus said wickedly, his erection pushing into Gavin's love handle fold.    "All you need to do is write a story based on the outline Ryan wrote on the only document on this laptop."

It dawned on Gavin just how long he might be locked away in this room if he didn't focus and start writing.   

"We could make things easier for you if you want?" Angus suggested as his cock throbbed repeatedly.   "We could make it so you're no so busy eating all the time."

"What do you mean?" Gavin asked, worrying that the food supply would be reduced.

"Well, you see those tubes and all that rigging on the ceiling?" Angus asked, pointing up above them.   "That's a feeding tube."

"You want me to have a feeding tube?"  Gavin asked, his mind unsure of this idea, but his buried penis sprung to life at the thought.   

"I can run a feeding tube through your nose and down into your stomach so you could still eat, but I'll just bring in one big hot meal a day and then the rest will just be liquid calories,"  Angus suggested as he began crawling over one of Gavin's huge thighs, his long hard erection catching in Gavin's deep inner thigh fold before springing loose and flopping down at Gavin's underbelly fat pad.    "You just have to let me drain the calories into you all day and night.   I want to fill you, even when you're asleep."

Gavin had no words for this, all he could do was let out a deep guttural moan and grab at Angus's tight body with his chubby hands.    

"You have to write the stories that Ryan wants, though.   Ryan calls the shots and he can pull the plug on your manuscript if you don't please him," Angus warned.    "I'll make sure you're well fed and looked after, but you have to write these before you run out of time."

"How long do I have to write them?" Gavin asked, suddenly realizing he had no idea what was in the contract that he had signed.   

"Two years," Angus said firmly.   "Two years and then you lose the rights to your work."

"My manuscript?" Gavin asked, worried.

"Your manuscript will belong to Ryan and I know from experience that he will bury it if he doesn't get the gainer stories from you," Angus assured, oddly still hard and playfully pushing his erection into the fat hole where Gavin's cock was buried.    "You just have to write what he wants, that's all you have to do, Piggy."

It took five days but Gavin managed to finish the first story about a young man stepping into a fattening trap that apparently would set up a whole interconnected universe of new gainer stories.    Gavin was cautiously proud of it - turned on by the extreme gaining depicted but also worried that it wouldn't be good enough for Ryan.    He hadn't seen Ryan since that first day, but Angus assured that he was very aware of everything that takes place in the room.

A couple hours after Gavin finished the first story, Angus entered the room with a big grin and a dangerous looking erection.   He was pumped with excitement and Gavin knew this meant he'd soon be getting fucked long and hard by the muscular bull of a man.   

"Ryan loved the story and is eager to read the next one," Angus began.   "You'll find the summary for the next story on the laptop like before."

Angus stepped closer to Gavin and let his cock push slowly into Gavin's huge belly as he sat on the edge of the bed.   With two strong hands, he grabbed Gavin's wobbly tits and bounced them a bit before stopping with a toothy smile.  

"Now I get to tell you your weight, Piggy," Angus poked Gavin's belly with his cock.  

Gavin was both excited and scared.   He had been approaching 580lbs when he had arrived here, and he had spent the last three weeks eating like a wild animal.   He knew that he'd be closing in on 600lbs, especially with the feeding tube in his nose for the last five days.  

"Six hundred and twenty five pounds!" Angus exclaimed in his husky voice.    "You're such a good piggy!"

Gavin was in shock.   How did he gain nearly fifty pounds in three weeks?   He knew he was eating a lot, but it couldn't be that much!    He sat in silence, trying to figure out if that weight was accurate.   

"You've been here for twenty days, and each day you've gained at least two pounds, especially since we've put the feeding tube in you," Angus said proudly, rubbing Gavin's belly and cramming his giant cock into the fat pad where it pushed into Gavin's tiny cock head.    "Just imagine what you're going to be like in two years."

It struck Gavin that he'd be a useless pile of lard in two years if he kept gaining like this.   There would be no way he'd finish the gainer stories.   Ryan would destroy his manuscript and make him so fat that he couldn't get out of this room.

Gavin pushed Angus off of him as best he could and struggled to get to his feet.   Angus got up and watched with amusement as Gavin's flabby body wobbled and swung with heavy fat as he struggled to waddle to the room's unlocked door and tried to make his way out of the narrow rock hallway.   He squeezed his way through the door with great difficulty and then found himself wedged with his belly jammed in the door at an angle, his left arm and shoulder still in the room with his right leg slumped against the door, unable to step into the hallway.   He was stuck and all he could hear was Angus howling in laughter from behind him.

"What are you trying to do, Piggy?"  Angus mocked.   "You can't leave now, you just got here."

Gavin could feel something hard and slimy slide into his bare ass.   He screamed out as Angus's greased up cock punched into his asshole and slid in deep.   Angus grabbed both sides of Gavin's giant love handles and began pushing and pulling, giving Gavin every inch of his cock.   Gavin collapsed in the doorway and accepted his fate as Angus pounded his hole like an animal, cumming quickly before pulling out and helping Gavin up off the ground.  

"You're here for the next two years, whether you like it or not, Piggy.   You agreed to this and you're going to have to work with us," Angus explained, leading Gavin to the bed.    "You write for us and we make your dreams come true - all your dreams."

"I don't want this," Gavin huffed, falling into bed. 

"Yes you do - you can't stop eating, all we did was offer food but you're the one who ate it," Angus said.  "Like a complete hog, no less."

"But the feeding tube..."  Gavin moaned.  

"The feeding tube is something you agreed to because you knew you couldn't stop eating long enough to write and fulfill the contract that you signed,"  Angus explained.   "We're just trying to help you."   

"By fattening me up faster than I can write?"  Gavin asked.

"You're fattening yourself up," Angus recalled.  "You've become the characters from your stories because that's what you fantasize about - those stories are you.   We're just asking you to be yourself, Piggy."

Gavin slumped down in bed and thought about who he was and what he truly wanted and knew that Angus was right.   He was a pig, a fat gluttonous hog who couldn't stop thinking about fat and food.   He knew that he was obsessed with fat and wanted to be fatter, no matter what size he was.   It was a lifelong addiction that he couldn't explain.  All he truly wanted in life was to be obscenely obese - immobile and not slowing down.   He wanted to find out just how fat he could get, and now that he was in a position to do so, he was scared that he was losing control of everything.   Fantasy was taking over and reality was slipping away quickly and he didn't know how to handle that.

"Okay, I'll write.   Sorry," Gavin whimpered, curling up in bed.

"That's my Piggy," Angus said cheerfully, kissing the top of Gavin's head before cleaning up the room and heading out the door, locking it behind him in case he tried to escape again.

5.    

The next two stories were written in a week.  Gavin spent the days hooked up the feeding tube, some days not even eating solid foods at all.   The feeding tube gave Gavin the ability to write all day and night without distraction, except he felt stuffed full all the time, making him drowsier and more inclined to write less.    He fought against it and finished the two stories, but Ryan rejected one, saying it wasn't intense enough and needed more extreme weight gain.   Angus brought the story back down to Gavin and told him the bad news.

"Looks like you're going to have to re-write this one, Tubbo," Angus announced, shrugging his shoulders.   "He thinks the family in the story needs to have a darker history, and I have to admit that I agree with him.  You need to tap into the most extreme fantasies you can imagine and embrace it."

Gavin groaned, thinking that he would be moving on to the next story by now.   He rolled himself over in bed - not an easy task with yet another fifteen pounds added to his body in the last week.   He sluggishly pushed one of his legs over the side of the bed and used the side of the desk to push himself upright.    Angus watched him with a full erection, soaking in the sight of Gavin's blubber-soaked body.      Rolls piled on top of each other, his belly slumped down between his enormous thighs, his big wobbly chest spreading out beneath his arms and wrapped around his back, covered in deep red stretchmarks as his body found new spots to store lard.   He was sweating and breathing heavily from just sitting up - he was pathetic.

"What does he want me to write, exactly?"  Gavin huffed.

"You're doing great, Big Boy, you just need to make this more intense.  Ryan likes gainer stories that dig into new territory," Angus explained.   "He likes the reader to find new kinks in themselves as they read, but to make that happen, the writer needs to be turned on by what they're writing.   You need to dive into your kinky side, let it all in, don't hold back on anything."

"What kind of kinks does he want written into this story?"  Gavin tried again.

"That's up to you, Piggy,"  Angus explained.  "He wants you to dig into kinks that even you haven't explored yet.   The darker and more perverse, the better."

With that, Angus helped Gavin into the desk chair and then started restocking the kitchen while Gavin opened the laptop and began editing his story.   Gavin was trapped and he knew it.  There was no way out for him except for the possibility that Ryan and Angus would let him go after he finished writing all the stories, but even then, he wasn't sure they would uphold their end of the deal.   He wasn't even sure how he'd get out of the room, but in spite of all of this, Gavin found himself horny from the situation.    This was like a gainer story come to life for him, with his weight rapidly climbing and the beefcake keeping him like a prisoner.     He decided to ask for something to help him write.

"Angus?" Gavin asked.  "Do you think I could get a vibrator or a dildo to use while I'm sitting here writing?"

Angus slapped his strong hands together with a big grin.   "Yes!  Let's get your piggy hole filled while you write."  

Angus left the room and returned less than two minutes later with a box of toys of all shapes and sizes.   Some were the size of a finger, others were the size of an arm, and the majority of the dildos were a size somewhere in between.    Angus held up a monstrous arm-sized one that looked like it was modeled after a monster's cock, covered in bulges and exaggerated veins with a big bulbous head.   

"I can't wait to stretch you out enough to fuck you with this one," Angus said, slapping the monster dildo against his muscular leg like it was his own cock.   "I love wearing this one as a strap-on, but I never have a fat enough hog to fuck with it."

Gavin was speechless.   He knew he couldn't handle something like that, but picturing Angus with that monster cock made him even more horny.    He watched as Angus displayed one after another until he held up an eight inch long dildo that looked like a real cock.   It was thick, dark and veiny and looked perfect to have lodged deep in his ass while he sat and re-wrote the gainer story.  

  Angus brought the dildo over to the desk and got Gavin to bend over his bed as he squirted some lube on the rubber shaft.   The dildo looked tiny compared to the gigantic ass spread before him.   Gavin's underbelly and thighs fought for space below the two massive ass cheeks and Angus dragged the rubber cock over the delicate blubber before landing it in the center of his ass.   Angus's strong grip corkscrewed the dildo in deeper, sliding through inch after inch of soft fat before finally hitting bottom - Gavin's tight hole.   

"Open up for me, Piggy," Angus purred in his husky voice.  "Open up, Baby... come on, open up."

Gavin grunted as he felt the rubber cock tapping on his asshole.   His tiny buried cock was throbbing, but he knew it was completely inside of his flabby body and unable to do anything but ooze more precum at the moment.   The dildo pulled out of his ass crack completely before quickly slipping back in, this time it wasn't gentle and pounded his hole hard.   The first time the cock pushed in, Gavin's hole didn't open and it sent a pulse of pain through Gavin's body.   He gasped and then felt the cock dive in again, this time punching through his asshole and diving deep into his intestines.  

Angus moaned loudly and Gavin realized that he had switched the dildo with his own long cock and now was fucking him again.    Angus fucked harder, slapping the greasy dildo on Gavin's fat ass, sending ripples all over his body.   

"Sorry Piggy, I just have to fuck you good first and then I'll put the dildo in and let you write," Angus grunted through gritted teeth.    

Gavin was used to it.  Angus was constantly fucking him since the first day.  He was endlessly horny and ready to fuck at any point.   Gavin couldn't say no to having a beefcake with a giant cock fuck him wildly - it was basically the plot of every gainer story he had written so he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of his fantasies come to life. 

Angus tensed up just before cumming, all his muscles pumping hard and locking in place as he hollered out in a primal yell that Gavin had come to love.   His muscles grasped and held Gavin close and tight as Gavin could feel Angus's shaft throbbing and pulsing before feeling a hot wetness flood deep into his ass.    Angus was a big cummer, and he loved feeling it all drain into him as his tight muscular frame relaxed and seemed to melt on top of him.    

"That dildo should slide in there really easily now, Piggy," Angus said, sweat dripping from his forehead.  

Before Gavin could realize what was happening, Angus pulled out quickly with a sloppy pop of suction as his shaft pulled out of Gavin's hole.   Within a second, Angus jabbed the thicker dildo into the cum-covered hole and pushed it in as far as it would go.   Gavin yelped from the thick rubber cock filling his ass but felt how it was less of a squeeze to fit it in compared to Angus's beefy cock.    Angus guided Gavin back into the desk chair where Gavin's entire bulk landed on his ass, driving the dildo in as deep as possible and holding it there as he sat in the chair.

"How's it feel, Piggy?" Angus asked, playfully pressing down on Gavin's shoulders so the weight would drive the dildo into his innards even more.   

"So fucking good," Gavin blurted out, his forehead sweating as a moan escaped his lungs. 

"Alright then, I'll leave you to it," Angus said, pinching Gavin's nipple before leaving the room and locking the door behind him.

Gavin bounced on his ass for a minute as he settled in at his desk.   If Ryan wanted sick and twisted stuff in the gainer stories, then he'd deliver.   The dildo in his hole had him erect and so horny he could barely stand it, the smell of Angus still in the air.    He began to add to the rejected story, turning one of the characters into a perverted animal and adding a twisted background to the fat-loving family plot that he thought Ryan might enjoy.

Life went on like this, day after day, week after week.   Gavin had completed ten stories in his first two months of confinement and he felt proud of the achievement since he had never even completed ten stories in a single year before.    He didn't know his weight at all, but he knew that the constant feeding tube and his bouts of extreme gluttony were piling up on his frame - he could feel it as he sat and wrote at the desk.   His belly pushed out further, his fingers felt fatter, his arms felt heavier and his stamina was slowing down.    He could feel himself spreading heavily in all directions and he knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't get up on his own.  Walking was becoming more and more of an effort but thankfully Angus was keeping care of him - cleaning and washing his deep folds and applying ointments, powders and creams daily.   Without Angus, Gavin would already be too fat to function.

Angus strolled in, wheeling a large sheet cake on the cart.    He parked the cake next to Gavin's bed and watched the fat pig's face as he read the frosting writing on the top.    

"Congratulations!    2 months, 10 stories, 150lbs!"

Gavin didn't understand.   One hundred and fifty pounds?   There had to be a mistake.   He had gained some weight, but it couldn't possibly be that much!   

"But... that would put my weight at..." Gavin calculated, his eyes watering.

"Seven hundred and thirty pounds," Angus chimed in, digging his strong hands into the cake and the forcing his fingers into Gavin's greedy mouth, which Gavin instinctively began sucking and running his tongue over.    

The sweet cake packed into his mouth and smoothly began sliding down his throat.   Gavin's eyes rolled back as handful after handful of cake was pushed into his mouth and he just swallowed and let Angus force it all into his stomach.   Gavin loved it, even though it scared him to no end.   If he was seven hundred and thirty pounds after two months, he'd be eight hundred pounds in another month...   more cake flooded his mouth and Gavin's pig brain stopped calculating and started drifting in the flavour of the cake.   He swallowed more and more, eventually laying down and letting Angus feed him the frosting with his cock.   He gobbled and sucked the frosting off his cock like he was starving, grunting and snorting like a pig as he did it.   

When there was just a slab of cake about the size of Angus's bubble butt left, Angus slid his slobber-covered cock into the side of the cake and began thrusting slowly in and out until he tensed up and pumped a thick load of cum into the cake.    He pulled out and Gavin immediately sucked his cock clean before diving face-deep into the cum-filled cake.   He devoured it in minutes, his fat fingers grabbing the remaining cake and pushing it into his open mouth.   He wasn't even chewing, just letting the food slide down his throat, swallowing the soft goopy mess like a machine.    Angus couldn't help but jerk off while he watched Gavin gorge, draining his balls again right at the end, dribbling a slimy glob of cum down into the last bit of cake that Gavin was pushing in his mouth. 

Gavin moaned in ecstasy as he swallowed and let out a belch.    He then snorted like a pig and wiggled his giant ass a bit before collapsing over in bed.  

"Ryan has the new story outlines ready for you,"  Angus said, pushing his hand into Gavin's ass cheek and shaking the fat wildly.    "He thinks you're doing a great job, he's very pleased with your work." 

Gavin fell asleep with a full belly and a painfully erect penis that was wet with precum and so buried in fat that even Angus was having trouble reaching it lately.   He spent the next day in bed, lazily laying around, napping and feeling constantly full from the feeding tube.    He spent the next day in the same stupor, only getting out of bed to use the washroom.    It was so easy for him to lose track of time in the room - there was no natural light or even a clock.   The laptop had a clock but no internet.   There wasn't anything to distract him or tell him of the daily news.   He didn't even realize that the past few days in bed was actually two full weeks and that his daily diet from the feeding tube was increasing in volume and in calories.   His weak lazy slumber was due to his body processing nearly twice the amount of liquid calories that it was when he first started using the feeding tube.    He was exhausted because his body was so busy creating lard.   

Angus woke him up one morning after a full month of Gavin being in this sleepy state of mind.    Gavin could barely roll over, needing a lot of assistance from Angus to get him up on his feet.   The weight was excruciating, causing Gavin to cry out and wobble, sending himself crashing back into bed with an audible slap of fat hitting fat as his rolls and folds plopped down.

"What's happening to me?" Gavin blurted out, his double chin jiggling.

"Sorry, Piggy.   I think I overfed you," Angus growled with a wicked grin.

"What do I weigh?" Gavin asked, scared to know the answer.  

"Eight hundred and fifty pounds," Angus whispered, nibbling on Gavin's plump earlobe.   

"What?!   How?" Gavin clumsily pulled away from Angus, the effort causing a fart to rumble out from deep in his ass.   Angus backed away and laughed.   

"Oh, sorry, Piggy.  I didn't mean to laugh," Angus said, still chuckling.  "It's just... well, you really are a disgusting pig, aren't you?"    

Gavin's eyes teared up and he covered his face with his chubby hands.   Angus stopped laughing and swooped in next to Gavin, wrapping his strong arms around him.    

"I like pigs," Angus reassured Gavin, his hand cradling Gavin's back folds.  "The bigger, the better."

"I know," Gavin said, on the verge of tears.  "I just don't know how I'm going to finish the stories and get out of here.    My manuscript...  I need to write!"

"Then write," Angus said simply. 

"I'm too fat!  I'm always tired and too full to function!" Gavin sobbed.

"I'll turn down the feeding tube a bit, okay?    I went overboard this month and I apologize," Angus assured, rubbing Gavin's flabby back.  

"I can barely stand," Gavin added.   "I need to use the washroom."

Angus helped Gavin over to the toilet and hand fed him a platter of thick hotdogs in butter-soaked buns, smothered in cheese as Gavin was pushing out a giant crap.   After he finished the twelve hotdogs and after several flushes, Gavin was disgusted with himself but also turned on by the beefy man who didn't seem to have a limit to his feeding obsession with him.    Angus leaned in, his erection pushing through the giant moobs sitting in front of him and caught the head of his cock on Gavin's double chin as he sat on the toilet.    Gavin instinctively began sucking Angus's cock, moaning as an equally large shaft slid out from behind him, plopping in the toilet as Angus blew a load down Gavin's throat.    Gavin had never been fed or fucked on the toilet before, but despite his disgust, he found himself turned on by feeling so out of control.

The two then went to the shower area and washed Gavin down, cleaning out his ass, rolls, folds and all the giant expanses of skin.   It was a workout for Angus to get into every crevice of heavy lard.    When they were done, Angus led Gavin to bed and they both crashed into the mattress together.   

"How would you feel if we stopped with the feeding tube for a while," Angus suggested, rubbing Gavin's full belly.  "You can eat on your own free will, but you have to focus and write, okay?"

"Thank you, I would love that," Gavin sighed.  "I feel like my weight is getting away from me.   I just need to slow down for a bit."

"I understand, just promise me you'll write," Angus said firmly.  

"I promise," Gavin reassured him.   "My goal is two stories a week."

Angus didn't say anything, he just nuzzled into Gavin's rolls and growled lowly, pressing his hips into the underside of the giant love handle pushing into him.   Angus fucked his belly and ended up rolling him over to dump one more load in Gavin's soft pink hole, lubing him up for one of the rubber toys sitting in the box on the desk.    He picked a large thick butt plug out of the box and promptly wiggled it around between the giant ass cheeks, letting the leaking cum cover the butt plug to lube it up before plunging it into Gavin's pighole.   The fat pig squealed out as the plug popped into his ass, locking firmly in place before Angus pulled his hand out from Gavin's ass ,letting the fat swallow up the plug.     He helped Gavin into the desk chair and opened the laptop for him.

"Write me a story, Piggy.  Let me know how much you love being my disgusting pig," Angus whispered in Gavin's ear before nibbling on his ear, running his thick tongue over the lobe.   The sounds of his manly breath in his ear, the sounds of the nibbling and his wet tongue, the slight "mmm" rumbling in his voice - Gavin was falling in love with Angus, or at least with what Angus was doing to him sexually.   He knew he was being toyed along, deconstructed and led down a path of extreme obesity that had no escape, but it was his biggest dream come true.   This beefcake was pulling him down into a world of gluttony and immobility, and Gavin wanted more.    He felt the butt plug in his ass, the man tasting his skin with lust, and then a deep rumble in his belly.     

"Piggy's hungry," Gavin said with a grin, even though his belly was full of hotdogs. 

Angus chuckled and jiggled Gavin's belly with both hands.    

"I'll be back in an hour with something to eat," he said, looking over at the kitchenette.    He strolled over and pulled an armload of junk food from the cupboards and set them on the desk.    "This should hold you over until I get back."

Gavin couldn't contain himself and began tearing into the packages of food before Angus was even out of the room.   He ate a bag of chips and a liter of soda before five minutes was over.   A box of cookies.   Two boxes of cookies.  Another bag of chips.   Another liter of soda.   Five chocolate bars.   He was working on a bag of gummy candies when Angus returned with a cart piled high with burgers and fries.  

"Time to eat!" Angus called out before seeing Gavin surrounded by empty food packages.   "Time to eat some more, I guess."

Angus parked the cart next to the desk and poked Gavin in the belly with a serious look on his face that made Gavin freeze while reaching for a burger.   

"After you eat this, you write," Angus demanded.  "I'm going to be back in twelve hours, and I want to see a story when I return."

"Okay," Gavin replied, his eyes darting back to the burgers.

"Don't promise me things you can't deliver, Pig," Angus warned.  "You're not in a position to disappoint."   

Gavin nodded, unsure how to respond.   He was so horny and frightened at the same time, the food smelled so good and he couldn't focus on anything but that greasy, cheese covered beef.   He wanted so badly to start eating, to feel his teeth sink in and that soft bun will leak grease and fat, flavour flooding his mouth, cheese oozing out, bacon tearing apart - it was all he could think about as his mouth watered.

"Eat up, Pig.   I'll be back," Angus patted Gavin's fat face, sending his cheeks and chins wobbling.

With that, Gavin tore into the first burger like he was trying to push the entire thing in his mouth in one bite.   His first bite was half of the burger and the next bite was immediately after, puffing his cheeks out and sending grease dribbling down his chin.   He moaned sexually as it slid down his throat, the oily mass of meat and cheese entering his stomach like a brick, followed by a steady pace of more and more.

As he was pushing burger after burger into his greedy face, Gavin realized that he hadn't cum in weeks.   He'd been fucked over and over every day, but he was always so full and exhausted that he never had an orgasm himself.   He was constantly horny and eating like that made the sexual tension almost unbearable.   His tiny buried cock was throbbing inside of him, the fat too deep for Gavin to ever reach it again.   He had gotten so used to getting fucked by Angus that it naturally felt like he was getting sexual relief too, but it was just piling up more and more.   He'd spent so long on the feeding tube, kept constantly full without having to eat that he had been in autopilot, but now, with his mouth stuffed with actual food, a passion was burning hot inside of him.   

Gavin bounced a little while eating, driving the butt plug n his hole to push in, not enough to feel like he was getting fucked, but enough to make his cock throb harder.    He could feel that his cock's shaft was gone now, fully inside of him that there was nothing left to pleasure him.   It was all in his cock head, the tiny little cherry that sat at the bottom of a deep hole in his underbelly fat pad, which sat crushed under his belly that poured over his lap, out beyond his knees.   He shook his belly and felt the skin in the pubic hole slosh around, lubricated by the endless trickle of pre-cum that filled the hole.   

He shoved another burger in his mouth and moaned in pleasure as his other hand wobbled and shook his belly fat, keeping up the slight movement that was pushing into his buried cock head.   It was exhausting to keep this up and as he finished the last of the burgers and fries, he hollered out in frustration.   He couldn't make himself cum.    He needed to orgasm, it was going to drive him crazy if he didn't get relief soon.

Full and so horny he could barely concentrate, Gavin opened up the laptop to read the plot outline of the next story he had to write.   He started to laugh as he read the plot summary - a story about a man with the largest cock on the planet, looking for the fattest ass on the planet.     Gavin took a deep breath and thought about Angus and his huge rope of a cock, imagining it seven inches longer, and then imagining himself double his current weight and what kind of struggle that would give Angus.    As he typed, he couldn't help but wish he would get so fat in this room that Angus's cock couldn't even reach to the depths of his ass cheeks to reach his hole.    

He woke up the next morning to find Angus standing over him, a big smile on his face.    The smell of breakfast was intense and already had his tiny dick twitching to life.    Bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, waffles, butter and syrup, coffee and juice - Gavin could only manage to moan "mmm".

"You did me proud, Piggy.  I loved your story, and so did Ryan," Angus told him.  

"Thank you," Gavin said, his eyes darting back and forth between the food and Angus's soft snake of a cock.

"Are you ready for another big meal and maybe some more writing?" Angus asked, lifting the cover off a huge heap of pancakes.

"I want to cum," Gavin said quickly before filling his mouth with a fistful of at least six breakfast sausages.   

Angus grinned and pinched Gavin's nipple.    

"I know you do, but you've proven to us that you write your best stories when you're extremely horny but not given a chance to orgasm," Angus explained.   "Last night, you wrote an entire story while trying to make yourself cum and it was your best one ever.    We might not let you cum ever, if that's the kind of results we get from you."

Gavin grunted, wrapping a pancake around a stick of butter and taking a wild bite of it.   Butter oozed out of his mouth as he pushed the remainder of it into his mouth and swallowed.    A fistful of bacon disappeared next before he stuffed a whole omelette in his mouth, the mass of cheese and eggs pulled into his mouth with every huge bite.    

"Do you want me to fuck you while you eat?"  Angus asked, barely able to contain his laughter over the pathetic display of gluttony and lust laying in front of him.    

Gavin nodded and moaned, wrapping a butter and syrup soaked pancake around Angus's cock before slipping it off and shoving it into his mouth.   Angus's greasy sticky cock pulsed and hardened more at the sight of his out of control pig.    Angus took a step up onto the bed and towered over Gavin who laid pinned on his back, staring straight up at him so Angus's cock eclipsed his handsome face.    

He knelt down between Gavin's huge thighs, carefully pushing them apart as far as he could.   Gavin's belly sank down lower as his thighs were spread apart, completely covering the underbelly roll that kept his dick buried.    Angus gently pushed his arm against the expanse of belly fat and revealed the pubic fat, a bloated bag of fat that had also completely swallowed Gavin's balls so it just looked like a second belly, complete with a second belly button that contained his penis.    Angus aimed his long cock at the hole and felt how wet and slimy it was inside, the precum lubing him up so much that there was an audible sloppy noise as he pushed in deeper.

Gavin could feel Angus's cock  slide in, working its way in deeper to his cock head.  He was going to get the chance to cum!    He let out a long moan and greedily ate from a serving bin of sausages, filling his mouth with fatty pig meat as Angus dipped his cock in deeper and deeper.    When his hard cock pushed in so deep that his big beefy cock head touched Gavin's tiny shrunken cock head, Gavin let out a gasp and looked Angus deep in the eyes.    Angus snorted and chuckled a bit as he wiggled his cock shaft, sending his cock head flopping back and forth over Gavin's tiny dick.      

"Ooh!" Gavin exclaimed, his whole body twitching under the heavy mass of blubber that pinned him down.

"Careful, Piggy.   I don't want you to cum and lose all that writing talent," Angus half-joked as he began to pull out.

Gavin grabbed at Angus with his chubby greasy hands and tried his hardest to pull Angus back down into him, but it was useless.  His greasy fingers had no grip - one of his hands still had a few sausages in it when he grabbed Angus's firm body.   He scrambled quickly to pull Angus back in, but he easily pulled away, his entire cock pulling out of the hole, leaving Gavin's cock covered in butter and syrup, throbbing out more precum.    He groaned in defeat and let his hands fall away from Angus.

"Poor Piggy, eating will make you feel better," Angus laughed, grabbing a handful of bacon and tipping the strips into Gavin's mouth, which opened up wide to take it all.   

"I'll help you put all this food into your belly and then we'll get that butt plug out of you and get you showered and cleaned up," Angus said, pushing his cock into the fold under Gavin's belly.    

"Please...   cum," Gavin blurted out, his mouth stuffed with greasy bacon.

"Oh, I'm going to cum - right here in your belly,"  Angus said, pushing into his belly deep.

Gavin moaned, feeling Angus's shaft push into his belly fold, deep in the fold so it pressed into his guts and pushed down on the pubic roll, which pressed into his cock head just enough to tease him along.   

"Please..." Gavin repeated.

Angus sped up his thrusts, the mixture of butter, syrup, and precum left on his cock giving him just enough lube to glide in and out of the fat.   He spent the next half hour grinding into Gavin's belly while stuffing food in his fat face.   He barked at him to get fatter, to be a good piggy and eat.    He worked his way up to cumming by getting Gavin to make pig sounds while eating.    He pulled out before cumming and lifted Gavin's belly up more  and finding his pubic hole.    With barely a second left, Angus managed to thrust his cock into the pubic hole and let loose a large load of hot cum that filled Gavin's hole and drowned his tiny cock head in cum.  

"There, you have cum," Angus winked, leaning in deep for a wet sloppy kiss on Gavin's food-stuffed mouth.

Angus relaxed and sank into Gavin's blubber like soft butter melting on a pile of hot pancakes.   He snickered to himself as he felt Gavin's hips repeatedly push up into his own body in a desperate effort to try to cum, using Angus's added weight to try to build up enough friction to orgasm.   Angus's cum had made it so wet and slippery around Gavin's tiny cock that he had to try his best to cum while he still had Angus's beefy body weight pushing down on him.   He began breathing heavily and sweating from the effort of humping while Angus started teasing him along by grabbing one of his moobs and sucking on the nipple.    Gavin was close to cumming, his breathing became rapid and he was pumping his hips harder, but then Angus stopped and got up off of Gavin with a stern look.

"Write the next story, Piggy," Angus told him.  "I think you could learn a few things from this story."

"Fuck!" Gavin shouted out, too horny to think straight.   "Fucking make me cum!   Please!"

Angus just stared at Gavin, looking at the nearly immobile pig humping his own fat in frustration but getting too out of breath and tired to bring himself to cum.   Gavin was nearly in tears, his cock throbbing, pulsing out a thin clear precum slime that added to the big load of cum that already filled his pubic hole.   He stopped grinding his hips and gave up, a sweaty disgusting mess of lard pooled in the bed.    

"I'll be back with another meal in a bit," Angus informed, hauling away the now-empty food cart.   "Be a good pig and write while I'm gone."

Gavin moaned and watched him leave from the bed.   He reached over and plopped the laptop in the middle of his chest, using the top of his belly to raise the laptop enough to see the keyboard as he laid in bed, in all his sweat and smell of sex, with his throbbing erection drowning in cum that wasn't his own.   He looked at the outline that they had chosen for him and he had to laugh to himself.  At the top of the blank page was a two sentence story outline that read:

"A fat, pathetic glutton gets too fat to cum on his own and tries to train himself to orgasm from overeating.  He becomes immobile and helpless with food replacing sex entirely."

Gavin sighed and began to write.

6.  

It was only a week later when Gavin realized he couldn't get up out of bed at all.   Angus told him that in the first week of being feeding tube free, Gavin had piled on an incredible twenty five pounds - over three pounds of pure fat added to his body every day to bring his weight to 875lbs.    His gains didn't slow down at all like he had thought, but he couldn't stop himself from eating.   Angus would wheel in three meals a day and piled junk food all around the bed and Gavin couldn't help himself.   It took a week to write the last story as Ryan requested several rewrites and additions to the story.    Now he was immobile, trapped in bed entirely and he had only written twelve stories in a little over three months.   He had thirty-eight stories left to write.   

Angus rolled Gavin over on his side and wedged an oversized bedpan under his giant ass before slopping his fat back down on it so he could take a massive shit.   He was eating more than ever, and it was becoming an issue with Gavin being unable to get up or move.   Angus kept telling him that it was 'going to be time for the harness soon', and now Gavin feared the time had come.   He would get strapped into some livestock harness and suspended so he could be washed and cleaned easier, and fattened easier.   He knew the feeding tubes would return and that the last scraps of his humanity would vanish in growing rolls of lard - and he still had so many stories to finish!    

Gavin was right about the harness.  Angus revealed a giant bundle of chains, leather straps, and sections of tarp that were sewn into a heavy duty sling that offered support in all the right spots while also letting his flab hang freely and allowing easy access to his underside.     Angus helped spread Gavin's ass cheeks apart as much as possible as he leaned back into the harness so his own body weight would force his ass open all the time.   The harness kept him in a laying position with his head and legs raised slightly so his belly filled his lap and hung between his legs, which were spread wide.   His upper ass was supported by a section of tarp that hugged his back, but his lower ass hung out of a large gap in the bottom of the harness for easier access.   His pubic roll hung down between his legs too, with his heavy thigh fat supported by the harness.   

"This isn't so bad," Gavin commented, fully suspended in the harness.   

"We'll try this for a few days with the feeding tube," Angus said, standing back to admire his work.   "I want you to concentrate on your writing and it doesn't seem to matter if you're on a feeding tube or not.   You just keep growing."

"Alright, I'll do the feeding tube again, but please go easy on me," Gavin said with a hopeful smile.

"I'm going to try a different feeding tube this time.   I think you'll really like it," Angus said with a wicked grin.

He held up his new feeding tube, a much thicker tube that had a mouthpiece.   The mouthpiece was a long dildo that looked like Angus's cock.   The tube was fed through the rubber cock so it drained a creamy mixture out of the head like cum.    The dildo mouthpiece also had a strap on it that Gavin wasn't sure about.

"This thing is my own creation," Angus began, proudly.  "I had a special dildo made that was cast from my cock.   The tube is pressure fed, so as long as you suck on it, you get fed.   I'll be making special blends for you that'll be fed down the tube like before, except you'll be actually tasting them this time, so I'll make sure they'll delicious, nutritious, and incredibly fattening.    It's all on your own pace."

Gavin gulped.   He knew he couldn't trust himself.

"What's that strap for?" Gavin asked, sheepishly.

"That holds it to your face and keeps it in your mouth so it won't flop out - you know what my cock is like, Piggy," Angus laughed, slapping his cocks against his leg.   

The rubber version of his cock slapped and moved the same as his actual cock and Gavin knew he was in trouble.   Angus hooked the tube up to the tubes from the ceiling above the harness and then fitted the mouthpiece into Gavin's greedy mouth.  He sucked it in willingly, pulling the rubber shaft down his tongue until he found the usual comfortable spot and then Angus secured the straps in place.    Gavin couldn't talk at all, just letting out a muffled moan.  A worried look was painted on his fat face.

"All set, Piggy.   I'll get the slop flowing in just a minute - I'm starting you off with a basic thick cream blend.   It has a nice light taste, not too sweet," Angus explained.   

He placed the laptop on Gavin's belly and kissed down his huge bloated leg, which was now suspended four feet off the ground.      Gavin moaned and squirmed a little, sending his flab shifting and wobbling a bit in the harness.    

"Write me some dark stories, you sick little piggy," Angus whispered.  "I want you to get really perverted in these ones, Piggy.    Oh! That reminds me..."

Angus lubed up a giant butt plug with a pink rubber pigtail curled up on the bottom and easily pushed it up into Gavin's spread ass like he was changing a light bulb.   He raised it up and gave a firm push as Gavin yelped and squirmed.   With a little effort, he pushed the plug in deep, feeling Gavin's hole tighten up around it after the widest part was pushed in.    With a greasy finger, Angus pulled on the pigtail and watched as Gavin's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.   

"Good Piggy, get to work," Angus said, forcefully wiggling the butt plug around by the pigtail.  

Gavin did as he was told and a couple minutes after Angus left the room, the cream began flowing down the feeding tube.   He watched it flood into the dildo mouthpiece and then started sucking.   The rubber nipple end to the tube opened with the slightest sucking, flooding his mouth with cream.   It was delicious, and sucking it down while his mouth was pried open by Angus's rubber cock was pure sexual fantasy come to life.   He sucked harder and found a good pace, draining down enough to put gallons of creamy mixture into his belly without even realizing.     

7.

The room started to feel smaller for Gavin as his weight continued to skyrocket.   Trapped in the harness that suspended him from the ceiling with the feeding tube flowing into him, he had nothing to do but write and suck down his calories.     He thought he would be able to find some self control and limit the amount of time he spent sucking the heavy cream mixture from the dildo mouthpiece, but his will power was weak and his stomach was constantly hungry.    Just three weeks in the harness had his weight balloon nearly one hundred pounds to a staggering 965lbs.    Stretchmarks covered his pale flesh which hung and sagged in all directions, while his giant chest was starting to make it difficult to reach the laptop properly.

Gavin had managed to be relatively productive while in the harness, completing ten stories for a grand total of twenty two stories - nearly half way to his goal.   He kept the laptop on his upper belly, cradled between his massive tits, but as his chest and arms grew fatter this position was becoming more difficult to reach.    His chubby hands tapped on the keyboard, but while writing the last couple stories, Gavin could feel his wrists brushing against his bulging nipples as they spread out further and wider.   His arms were being pulled apart by his chest rolls, which hung beneath each flabby arm, and Gavin was finding himself getting arm cramps as he struggled to keep his fingers typing.    

He tried not to think about the fact that he wasn't even half way to his writing goals.   All he could do was write as fast as he could, his fingers trying to outpace his stomach.   Each story brought a new challenge as the topics became sicker and darker but the constant sexual teasing had made his libido wild and starving so he found himself becoming quickly turned on by anything suggested to him.   Before ending up in this situation, he would write mostly tame gainer stories that would hint at darker aspects of gaining, but now he was diving head-first into taboo topics like they were nothing.    Angus would load the next outline by Ryan onto the laptop and Gavin would take the idea and write a filthy story that would have disgusted him a few months ago.    

Gavin knew Ryan wanted the most perverted and twisted gainer stories that he could imagine, he had re-written too many of the stories already to make them more kinkier and darker.     He knew now that every re-write cost him dearly since his weight was escalating so quickly, it took too much time to go back and make the stories more intense so Gavin had opened the floodgates of his perversions and let any idea Ryan had to corrupt his sex drive immediately.    Incest, kidnapping, cannibalism, murder - the stories suggested dark plots and Gavin would go deep with each topic to make sure Ryan was happy from the first read.    

Angus had become more robotic with his care, talking to Gavin less and less.   Instead, he began treating him like a pet or like livestock, cleaning Gavin and caring for him like a prized possession.    Gavin could only speak once the feeding tube mouthpiece was removed, but he found himself not wanting to speak much during the few minutes where Angus would clean the tubing and mouthpiece.      

"Thank you," was usually all that Gavin could muster.   His voice sounded different every time - heavier and thicker sounding, with a slight rattle to his voice that he never used to have.    He figured the giant tube of fat around his chin was pressing into his voice box a bit more now that his chin was big enough to grab handfuls of.   

"Good Piggy," was all that Angus would say to Gavin now.    He told him that after each story was finished and approved, and also when Gavin held his mouth open so the feeding tube mouthpiece could be reinserted and strapped to his fat face.

Angus still fucked him often, but the sex was changing.   He'd pull the suspended piggy in his harness from the feeding area over to the bed using the track on the ceiling and lower Gavin onto it before unhooking the harness and letting Gavin's blubber spread out over the mattress.    He was completely helpless now and this made Angus even more aggressive, fucking him in deep folds and rolls all over his body from his neck folds to the deep folds of fat on the back of his knees.    His favourite spot was the hole that housed Gavin's buried cock head.   It was always wet with slippery precum, and he enjoyed watching Gavin's fat face furiously sucking on the feeding tube's dildo mouthpiece as Angus's impressive cock tried its hardest to push to the bottom of the hole, but it was becoming almost impossible.    Gavin would moan and groan as his cock throbbed, feeling Angus's long hard rod try to ram deep enough to rub cock heads.   It would only occasionally bob down deep enough to momentarily tap his cock.   This drove Gavin wild with lust, and the only outlet he had was the gainer stories.     Angus knew this, and so did Ryan.    They knew that pushing him along sexually, taunting him with the chance to cum, would make the gainer stories more ripe with the intensity that they wanted.

Another month of constant sucking on the feeding tube sent Gavin into the four digit weight numbers.   His one hundred pound gain sent his weight to 1065lbs.   He had managed to write three more stories in the month, bringing him to his half way point of twenty five stories.    He still had twenty five more stories to write, but he was really struggling to write now that the laptop was getting buried in chest fat, his nipples hitting the space bar and other keys and his chubby fingers were becoming too fat to accurately hit the keys.   He was becoming extremely worried that he would fail and he'd lose his manuscript.    

One morning, after a week of struggling to write a single page of a story, Angus entered with a new laptop and a big grin on his face.   He unhooked the feeding tube and gently pulled the mouthpiece from Gavin's drooling mouth.     He laid there, mouth hanging open, staring blankly at Angus as he wished that he had the mouthpiece back in.  

"Well, Piggy.   It looks like you've gotten too fat to write," Angus said, licking his lips.  "Ryan thought you might like this laptop instead."

Angus took the old laptop away and placed the lighter, thinner laptop on the same spot of Gavin's upper belly and opened it for him.  He showed him the new program for writing and Gavin chuckled a little to himself, the dreadful feeling of not being able to complete the stories vanishing instantly.

"It's the best voice recognition software that exists.   All you have to do to write is talk, Piggy," Angus explained.    "You just talk, no need to type anymore.   The program writes down everything you say."

"How do I edit what I wrote?" Gavin asked, feeling out of breath from the short question.

"We edit it, Ryan and I," Angus explained.   "You need some help getting these finished, so all you have to do is tell a story and if you want to add anything at any point, just say 'edit' before adding more so we can piece it together later."

"Thank you so much," Gavin said with tears in his eyes.   "I didn't think I was going to be able to finish the stories, but this changes everything."

Angus gave Gavin an odd look and then grinned before saying, "No problem, Piggy."    Gavin was out of breath just from saying a couple sentences out loud, so he knew that it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.

"What about-"  Gavin began, before Angus quickly cut him off.

"Food?" Angus finished with a raised eyebrow.   "No more feeding tube for you, Piggy.   It's all real food from now on.   You'll have to write and eat at separate times now."

Gavin gulped, worried about his constant hunger and how having his mouth full of food would cut into his writing time.    

"The liquid calories you've been living on for the last couple months probably doesn't fill you up like you want, anyways," Angus explained, seeming to read Gavin's mind.   "Having solid foods again is going to fill you up and then you'll have hours to write before the next meal.   Don't worry Piggy, you'll still be fattening up fast."

Gavin smiled and sank back into the harness, content with this next step.    Angus left to get some food as he began to write just by using his voice.   He laughed in excitement as it was much easier than he realized, writing three pages before Angus returned ten minutes later.    Angus was impressed and congratulated him by pushing a large piece of cake into Gavin's hungry mouth.    As Gavin ate from a big metal serving tray, Angus began fooling around with his obese body, licking and sucking his nipples and digging his strong arms into the hot warm folds.    The speech-to-text program recorded every word that the two spoke.   

"...more...  open up, Piggy...  yeah, get it all in...    you deserve this, Piggy...  ohh!   mmm...   fuck Piggy,  fuck!  Good Piggy.   Keep eating, don't stop...   you want this cock?   Beg for it, Pig.   Please.   I want it.   Open your mouth, I got some pie on my cock.  Suck it off.   Yeah...  more.   That mouthpiece trained you so nice, Pig.   Yeah.   Ohh fuck.    You fucking pig,  you fucking pile of pork.   Fuckin bacon and sausage pile.   Oink for me, Pig.   Oink, oink, oink!  Snort.   Oh fuck!"  the scattered words during sex written into the story for Ryan and Angus to edit later.

Angus blew a load of cum down Gavin's throat and slowly pulled out.   Gavin sucked him back in and continued sucking, not letting Angus go until he spurted hot cum again.     Angus was pleased by Gavin's arousal, grabbing his big fat cheeks afterwards and proudly kissing him on the lips.   

"You're the best pig, now get to writing, Piggy.   Make me proud," Angus said, wheeling away the empty food cart and leaving his extremely horny blob to write more.

8.

Another two months passed by and Gavin's weight had increased by another 300lbs, which placed him at a whopping 1366lbs.  He was getting close to world record-breaking sizes with just 100lbs left to gain before becoming the heaviest person ever recorded.     He was also getting close to his writing goals after the voice recognition program made writing much easier.   He had managed to roughly write out eighteen new stories, bringing his total to forty three.   Not having to edit the stories had made the process much faster, and any additions or re-writes were easy and quick to do, but even they were starting to slow down too.

As Gavin gained more and more weight, his voice became lower and raspier and his cheeks and huge wobbling chin limited his mouth movements so he was eventually mumbling with his mouth puckered open, the fat muffling every rumbling word.   There was also the matter of Gavin's breathing, which slowed the pace of his speech and caused him to drop words in mid-speech.   His ability to speak was becoming hampered by his fat and this was quickly slowing down the rate of his writing.   He was struggling but his sexual appetite was stronger than ever, as he felt his body swell with more lard than he could imagine.   He was living his ultimate fantasy with his weight literally pinning him down and keeping him immobile.  Even lifting an arm was getting to be too much effort so he spent his days motionless in the sling or the bed, slowly mumbling out perverted gainer stories about men losing control and becoming massively fat - as fat as he was and more.   

Angus had been experimenting more as Gavin became less human and more piggish, using bigger and bigger sex toys and dildos until he could use the monstrous dildo on him, stretching his hole so wide that it was like swallowing up a powerlifter's entire arm.    Angus himself fisted Gavin regularly, thrusting his arm elbow-deep into his insides, but since there was so much ass blubber to push through first, he would find his shoulder pushing against ass cheek, with enough bouncing fat around for Angus to be able to nuzzle his face into the very top of his ass crack while he fisted him.   Gavin would sometimes write while this was happening, using the pure adrenaline with his sex drive to bark out intense scenes of feeding and fattening.     Angus would fist as long as Gavin wanted, tucking his long cock under the overhang of Gavin's ass cheeks and slowly fucking the fat fold while driving his arm in and out of the pig hole.    

When Gavin had had enough and couldn't talk anymore, the writing session would end and he'd need to eat something for a few hours.   Angus would pull out of his ass and go wash up while Gavin sucked on the feeding tube until Angus returned with food.    Gavin loved pulling the dildo mouthpiece into his mouth with just suction, hungrily sucking it in and letting it flood his cheeks with cream mixture.   He could gulp down a gallon in a matter of minutes, so by the time that Angus returned with a cart load of hot food, he'd have filed his belly with at least a couple gallons of heavy cream already.    He'd then start eating from the pile of food that Angus would bring, usually enough to feed a party of twenty.   

The feedings were becoming intense as Angus became very aggressive, sometimes funnel feeding him jug after jug of a special blended slop inspired by something that Gavin had wrote about in one of the stories.   It was an extremely fattening but also easily digestible mixture that Ryan had brought to some of his friends in food processing, who began producing it in special orders every week.    The slop was smooth and rich tasting, savory and a little sweet and salty, the flavor was light and addictive, almost like eating a ham and potatoes meal with vegetables and gravy.   It was delicious and high in nutrients but also incredibly fattening, thanks to the alarming amount of pork fat and oil in it.    A tall glass of the slurry was 2000 calories, and a single jug was an even 10,000 calories - enough to put over two pounds of fat on someone and Gavin was drinking two before most meals.   The amount of calories soaking into Gavin was as alarming as the sight of him, limbs spread wide to give more room for fat to grow.    

The writing slowed more and more, eventually leading him to slowly finish the forty-ninth story - a dystopian tale of a future where people are born into a life of obesity, all competing to be the fattest before their twenty-first birthday, when they are killed, ground up and put into the food supply.   It was a sick and twisted tale that would've turned Gavin off months ago, but he no longer had a bottom to the deep end of his fetishes and kinks.    It took him a month to write it and in that time, his weight climbed to 1666lbs.   He could barely move his lips, so the words came out slow and garbled with all the fat piling up around his mouth.    He couldn't move much else, either.   

He had become so heavy that the harness was straining and Angus preferred to keep him in the bed with tubes going into Gavin, supplying oxygen and a steady flow of his patented fattening mixture, while also having a tube draining away his urine and a bigger tube filling his asshole so he could push out waste without much mess.    He couldn't lift his arms and he could barely wiggle his fingers.   He couldn't turn or move his head.   He could barely speak at all and he had no bowel or bladder control left.   

Gavin could do some things still.    He could swallow and suck, which he did often.   He could chew, but he preferred soft or liquid foods because chewing did strain his jaw a bit now.   He could blink, but usually just kept his eyes closed because of all the fat pushing up from his cheeks made his view so obscured.   He also would be allowed to cum as a reward for finishing the forty-ninth story and today was the day he would get that chance, but first, Angus had something to show him.

Angus walked into the room, followed by Ryan, and at first Gavin didn't recognize him.   He had only met Ryan that first night, but most of that night he was drunk and had his face buried in food.    The last time he had seen Ryan was when he had locked him in this room, over one thousand pounds ago.   Ryan had been watching for months through high definition cameras that secretly recorded Gavin's entire stay in the room - every pound gained, every letter he typed, every load he took.    

"Impressive, Piggy!"  Ryan exclaimed.   "I think you deserve a little reward for all your hard work."

Gavin couldn't speak, his blubbery chin and cheeks kept his mouth puckered open with smears of his latest meal coating his lips and face.   A deep low belch rumbled out of his mouth, followed by a muffled few words that neither Ryan or Angus could understand.   All Gavin could do was lay there, watching through cramped slits of his eyes and listening through his ears which were folded in on themselves thanks to the heavy lard of his cheeks.   

Ryan approached with a devilish grin and opened a laptop, resting it on Gavin's enormous tits.   He clicked a button and a video began to play on the screen - a movie trailer.   Almost immediately, the movie trailer's plot felt incredibly familiar to Gavin, but he couldn't quite place it until a major cue of music ushered in clips from a scene that were unmistakable.   This was a movie trailer for the story in his manuscript!

Gavin watched in amazement as a solid list of popular actors performed his novel's plot, saying the lines that he had wrote, living in the world that he had created, which was brought to life with stunning special effects.   Gavin was in complete shock and awe, unable to comprehend what it meant.   Ryan casually rubbed Gavin's giant swollen nipples from behind the laptop, taking great pleasure in watching Gavin's fat, piggish face straining to understand what he was watching.    The movie trailer ended with a release date six months from now, and Gavin's eyes managed to catch Ryan's name in the brief display of credits, but he didn't see his own name.   

Ryan removed the laptop from Gavin's chest before laying down a novel - Gavin's novel - with beautiful cover art on it, as well as a tagline: "Soon to be a major motion picture event!"  As Gavin's eyes took in the shocking surprise, he realized that his name was not on the cover.   Instead, a name he didn't recognize was plastered under the novel's title.   Gavin squirmed and cleared his throat.

"Where - my name?" was all that he could manage to blurt out.

"Don't be mad.   This is common practice in the publishing industry," Ryan assured, running his fingers over Gavin's belly.   "Especially with a writer like you."

Gavin moaned, tears in his eyes.   He was both proud and deflated, ecstatic and horrified.    His novel was out there but it didn't have his name on it.    His novel was being turned into a movie adaptation with some of his favourite actors but he was trapped in a room under over a thousand pounds of pure lard and he'd never be able to take credit for a word of it.      He'd never meet any actors, sign any books, or have a moment in the spotlight - no one would accept him at this size, no one would even read the book if they knew who wrote it now.    This was all sinking in when Ryan began to explain everything.

"The first night you were here, I sent your manuscript over to the editors and also sent a copy to a dear friend in Hollywood and we struck up a deal the next morning," Ryan explained.   "Within a month, there was an adaptation ready to film and a book ready to print."

Angus stepped in and slipped his strong hand into Gavin's overly-plump palm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

"We released the novel and a week later, filming started on the movie which just drove the book sales up even more," Ryan said, a big smile on his face.   "You, Piggy, are a best-selling author and the movie based on your book is already getting buzz for awards season.   You're one of the most famous people on the planet - except no one knows you or your name."

Gavin wasn't sure how to feel about this.   He wanted the credit for his story - he wanted his name out there, to be popular and respected and successful.    He wanted a legacy to his name.    

"Some writers don't want to have their name attached to a story so we publish under a different name.    The publishing house has a famous writer on contract who's never actually written a single novel, but they have twenty novels to their name,"  Ryan explained.  "Your novel is no different from those."

"Why?" Gavin whimpered.

"Have you seen yourself?" Ryan asked, mockingly.   "People would never have taken you or your work seriously if they could see you.   You're the fattest person on the planet - that's who you are.   You're not an acclaimed writer.   You're a fat, lardy pig."

Gavin slumped back into his blubber and felt tears building in his eyes as his heart raced.

"Don't get upset, Piggy.   I still haven't told you the best news," Ryan said, leaning in to kiss Gavin on the forehead.   "That was just one of your stories that we published."

Ryan held up a stack of four books and plopped them on Gavin's belly, sending ripples jiggling across the expanse.   Gavin instinctively tried to reach for them, but his arms were too heavy and all he managed to do was wiggle his fat fingers a little.   

"Your gainer stories are all here," Ryan said with a chuckle.   "We published four collections of short stories, with the fifth collection ready to publish as soon as you finish the last story."

Gavin was in shock - they had published all his gainer stories!   All the perverted, twisted and dark stories of extreme weight gain, published and released with his name listed as author.   

"These things have been selling FAST," Ryan said, holding up a collection of short stories that featured cover photography of Gavin's massive body, typing at a laptop.    "You see, the world is very interested to read the fat fetish stories written by the world's fattest man."

"What?" Gavin asked, a panic rising inside of him.

"These stories have been marketed as being written by you - the fattest man to ever have lived," Ryan explained.   "The entire world knows your name, and they know your work.    These books sold out in just a couple weeks, and we had printed millions."

"You...   released.... them?" Gavin slowly said between breaths.  

"We knew there was a market for gainer stories, but we never expected these stories to become so popular in the general public," Ryan said.   "People know who you are, they know what you look like, and they want to know more about you.   They want to read more of your work, Piggy."

Gavin was dumbfounded.   His gainer stories were popular.   He was popular.   He was the fattest person on the planet and the general public was excited to read the perverted gainer stories that were written by him.    They wanted more.   

"I can't..." Gavin said, not sure what he wanted to say.   "How?"

"We've been running a website for you where you sell your gainer stories, upload videos of you eating and writing, tracking your weight gain, and keeping people up to date with your shocking weight gain,"  Ryan explained.   "You're a legend already - putting on over a thousand pounds of pure fat in nine months...  there are people out there trying hard to gain like that.    You have followers and fans, and it's not just in the gainer community."

Ryan set the laptop back up on top of Gavin's belly and scrolled through countless videos and pictures online.   People in the general public were shocked and disgusted, with plenty of hateful comments and flame wars, but there was also an alarming amount of people who were cheering him on, praising the gainer stories, and eager to  see him both get fatter and release more gainer stories.    There were endless videos and weight gain challenges based on his gaining, and Gavin found his buried cock throbbing at the sight of eager frat boys gaining fifty pounds in a gluttonous race to gain the most weight in a month.   There were videos of people debating what it means to have a new "World's Fattest Person" who got to that weight on purpose, and is actively encouraging others to get fatter through gainer stories.   There were videos and lengthy reviews of his gainer story collections in major publications, podcasts and news programs.   A late night talk show host spent an entire episode attacking this "new heaviest man" and how it was destroying the country, and it spawned countless responses that started a new wave of Fat Pride in retaliation.   Gavin soaked in everything he was shown, incredibly horny as he watched how his influence was affecting the world.   

It wasn't just videos and reviews that Ryan and Angus showed Gavin, it was also the vast list of products that were popping up that were based on ideas that Gavin had written in his stories ranging from a high calorie blended drink recipe, to exercise equipment attachments that allow a growing gainer to be the counterweight for his feeder's weightlifting routine, to personal care and hygiene products made specifically for super obese people.    Gavin's stories inspired a whole range of products, most of them introduced by Ryan's partnering companies and close friends in business.    Gavin laid all of the ideas out in his writing and thanks to Ryan, anyone who wanted to try an easily assembled automatic feeding machine or heavy duty gainer sling could order it online and have it in their homes within a day or two.   Based on the sales of the gainer stories and new gainer products, Gavin had started a massive wave in interest in purposely gaining huge amounts of weight in the general public.    A new generation of fat obsessed people were proudly packing on fat, emboldened by Gavin's rapid gains, gluttonous displays, and erotic fat fiction - and they were hungry for more.

"Everyone knows your weight, they've been watching you gain this whole time.  They've watched you grow into what you are now, and they're wanting more from you," Ryan said, seeing Gavin's excitement as he watched videos online.   "You have one more story to write and it's the most important one."

Angus paused the video on the laptop so Gavin would understand fully what was happening.

"Angus will help you write this one since you're too fat to do much of anything anymore," Ryan explained.   "This story is your last story, but it's the most important one because it's your decision what happens to you next.   This story will be biographical - Angus will write whatever you tell him, but this is a non-fiction.   You will write about your life, how you got here, what it's like to be this massively fat, and most importantly, what's going to happen to you in the future."

Gavin looked at Ryan and Angus knowingly.   They had helped make his fantasies into reality and this was going to be his last time telling them what was going to become reality.   He was deciding his fate.   If he wrote that he lost 1000lbs, they would probably make it happen.    If he wrote out what had become his new fantasies, he'd end up fattened in the most brutal and sexually depraved way.     He knew he was doomed because all his mind could think about was heaps of fattening foods and diving his face into it.   He wanted to spend the rest of his life living like a hog that couldn't get enough food into him and as this reality sunk in, a grin crept across his puckered mouth.

"I think he understands the weight of his last story," Angus said with a proud smile.   

"Write your future, Piggy," Ryan said, leaning in and nibbling on Gavin's giant wobbly chin and letting out a low growl.   "You taste so good."

Ryan licked his lips and stepped back to take a good look at Gavin's enormous bulk.   He was truly breathtaking to see in person, with such heavy rolls and slabs of pure lard hanging in all directions, bulging and quivering with every movement.   Even Gavin's pounding heart gave off a constant little wobbly tremor in his massive chest.   He was completely overrun with fat, there were no new places left for it to grow so it was piling up in heavy rolls and pushing his limbs out as wide as they'd reach so there would be more room for lard to grow.    His love handles and hips spread wider than Gavin could reach, and his arms and chest were so fat that he couldn't even reach the end of his tits.   His legs were nearly doing the splits, but they touched at his knees in monstrously bloated rolls that prevented him from even bending his legs.    He was trapped in his own lard as though he was suspended in a king-sized waterbed that was overfilled to the point of bursting - and he was about to write his future, which undoubtedly swell him up with even more blubber.    It was fascinating to watch a man transform into such an inhuman blob.   

Angus continued showing videos, articles and products to Gavin and while he did, he stroked his cock while pushing into Gavin's massive body.   The look of happiness on Gavin's fat bloated face was electric and it gave Angus a jolt of pride and ownership over Gavin.   He had transformed so quickly thanks to Angus's constant push of food and sex that had turned him into a severely obese monster that couldn't do a thing except swallow more and more.    Angus's sex drive had no limits and his kinks and fantasies had no boundaries, so it was his dream come true to be able to push Gavin into an inescapable life ruled by pleasure and appetite.  He couldn't wait to see what Gavin would come up with for his final story so he could get to work on making it happen in reality.

Gavin stared at the computer screen, his mind racing as he tried to process what was being shown to him.   His manuscript was out in the world and was being made into a huge blockbuster movie, but he found himself more excited about how his gainer stories and his months of gaining had caused a ripple effect in the world.   He was the center of a wave of obesity that was spreading quickly.    He watched video after video of people of all ages and sizes doing the "Half Ton Challenge" and spending months overeating to try to gain the most weight.    One guy gained one hundred pounds in a month and was so happy and proud of himself to have reached gaining numbers like "his hero" achieved.    Gavin's eyes watered with pride - he was a hero and a legend to people now.   His current size was now a goal that not only the most extreme gainers were aiming for, but it was a goal for regular people who never before had an interest in obesity.    He was a trending topic for months, and now that Gavin was aware of it, he had a strong urge to write more and give those fans a final outcome for both them and himself.    He had to go out with a bang to leave a lasting impact.

9.

Gavin spent the next day in reflection, sucking on the feeding tube as hard as he could so he could feel truly full and tight with calories.   His stories had progressively become more intense and disturbing and he knew that his fans would be wanting a grandly dark and twisted final story to complete the collection.    He wanted to shock them but also ignite something inside them, an image that would creep into their fantasies and make them cum to something they never thought they would.   After imagining his fate and finding his dick throbbing and leaking precum, Gavin asked Angus to get him ready to write.

Angus promptly pushed a monster dildo deep into Gavin's intestines, pushing in three pounds of pure pig lard with the rubber cock so he'd stay slick and greasy inside as the lard melted from his body heat and oozed around inside of his guts.    The giant studded dildo plugged his hole and stayed lodged in place, filling his bowels and guts with a beefy arm-sized cock swimming in melted lard.   He knew that Gavin would need the biggest, most intense dildo in for this last story.  

Sitting at the desk next to Gavin, Angus began writing whatever Gavin told him to, often finishing his sentences for him so he wouldn't have to exert his voice too much.    It was a quicker process than Angus thought it would be, taking a few creative liberties along the way as he'd write a paragraph ahead of Gavin's narration and offer suggestions on parts to speed things along.   Gavin was becoming out of breath and tired faster and more often and Angus felt an urge to speed up to make sure he finished.

At the end of the week, they finally got to the ending scenes and Gavin told him the finale to his life story.   Angus wrote it all down without displaying any emotion to make sure that Gavin wasn't influenced by anything in his decisions.    He typed the final sentence and sat back, exhaling deeply and kissing Gavin on the chubby lips romantically, nearly taking his breath away from the intense passionate kiss.    After reading the story back to him and making some slight edits, Angus asked Gavin if he was happy with the story and the ending and Gavin hoarsely answered "Yes," raising his thumbs as much as he could to give the thumbs up.

His fate was sealed.     

Angus left Gavin with his feeding tube and brought the story up to Ryan so they could get the final edit done and then published as the last story in the fifth and final collection of gainer stories written by the fattest person who ever lived.   The stories were like manuals to extreme obesity and obscene fat fetishes while also being a map to becoming the next fattest person ever.    It was a guide for society to become weaker and fatter, more gluttonous and more attracted to every single aspect of extreme obesity.    It was out there, tempting and taunting anyone curious enough to read them.   His gluttonous journey documented in not only the stories, but in photos and videos, a collection of secret gainer pornos starring Angus and Gavin, and in the list of products and social media challenges that his writing inspired.   

  He wasn't aware of how impactful his decisions would be, but Gavin was now the unofficial "fattest man on Earth" and with that title came a power that he was unaware of.    He didn't know it now, but the stories had influenced society in a way that would send obesity rates skyrocketing and have sexual tastes change from lean and fit to obese and flabby.    It would all start with the world's fattest man writing stories that encouraged everyone to grow fatter, love obesity, and crave the darker and more extreme aspects of obesity.    It would trigger a gaining race to be the fattest that would sweep the world and never stop.    Thanks to Gavin's perverted pig brain, extreme obesity would eventually become the desired global sexual fantasy, altering the world in unpredictable ways into the future.

Ryan returned a day later with a freshly printed copy of the final gainer story collection in his hands.   He laid it on Gavin's chest and let the intoxicating smell of freshly printed paper flood his nose.   

"Great job, Piggy.   Fifty stories, completed just in time, by the looks of it," Ryan said, wobbling Gavin's belly with both hands.   "It looks like you're ready for a feast."

Angus pushed in a heaping cartload of food.   Burgers, fries, hotdogs, pizza, fried chicken, ham, pork chops, big meaty sandwiches, pitchers of gravy and melted butter, mashed potatoes, stuffing, roasted chickens, bowls of pasta, cakes, pies, cookies, pudding, and jugs of cream.    He wheeled in three cart loads and dumped it all onto a large heated holding tray that was pushed up against the side of the bed.  The pile of food was the size of a person, heaped high in a display that was intensely sexual for Gavin.    He had written about how he wanted to start eating from a pile of food that was constantly refilled so it kept the same size as he ate himself into much larger sizes.    He couldn't even concentrate, all he could do was moan and push food into his face.   

Angus and Ryan rolled Gavin over so his face was right next to the pile of food and his giant arms could clumsily reach the food and push it up to his mouth, over his tits.   He quickly made a mess of himself and kept eating, slopping food up to his face and pushing his mouth full over and over.    Angus would leave every thirty minutes and come back with another cart, pushing the food pile closer to Gavin while adding more.    This continued all night and all day.   Any time that Gavin fell asleep while eating, the food was kept warm and ready to eat once he woke up from his random short naps.     To refresh the pile of food, Angus would drizzle hot melted butter and lard over the pile and fuck Gavin's fat folds while hand feeding him to get his gorging started again.    

Days passed and the routine never stopped.   Gavin was completely lost in eating and barely responded to being fucked harder by bigger dildos and by Angus's constantly hard cock.    He never responded to when Angus had to clean him up and wash him down either.    He had truly become like a character in his stories, pushing further into his fantasies than he ever dreamed.   He was so loaded with lard that he had stretchmarks forming on the inside of his pubic fat pad, tickling him with sensitivity deep in the hole that buried his cock.   There were stretchmarks on his neck and stretchmarks in his ass crack, forming rings around his asshole, which was so stretched out that arm-sized dildos could easily glide in and out.    The few times that he tried to talk, almost all that came out of his mouth was raspy squeals as his vocal cords were too hampered by his neck fat to form words anymore.    He squealed and snorted, oinked and grunted just like a pig and Angus rewarded him for it with more food.   

Angus fucked him in his growing fat pad, thrusting hard into the deep hole that encased Gavin's tiny buried dick head.    There was nothing left of his penis, even his cock head had plumped with fat, creating a sloppy wrinkled slit that bubbled with clear pre-cum at the bottom of a nearly two foot deep hole.    Angus's cock no longer reached the bottom of the hole, but he tried as hard as he could to push in deep enough.    He loved cumming deep in the hole and pulling out to find Gavin ravenously slobbering on food, so horny that his pig brain was practically malfunctioning, trying to hoover in as much food as possible to drown the raging sex drive that was being neglected.    

"More!" Gavin belched out after Angus spurted cum in his hole. 

Angus dumped a giant cake into the pile and watched as Gavin's eyes rolled back as he plunged his fat face into the broken slabs of frosting-covered cake.    

"MORE!"  Gavin snorted after he swallowed an armload of goopy soft cake.   

Angus strapped on his most extreme dildo and slowly approached Gavin with the monstrous rubber cock swinging heavily from thigh to thigh as he walked.   Gavin grunted in approval and dove his face into more cake, ready for his other hole to be filled.     Angus jumped up on the bed and climbed up over Gavin's humongous legs and mountain of an ass.   He reach down over Gavin's back and face to the pile of food and grabbed a sloppy handful of cake, pie filling, whipped cream and caramel sauce and plunged that fist deep into Gavin's ass.    The sweet slimy mess lubed up his entire ass crack, smeared a soft creamy slop deep through his ass cheeks and into his eager asshole.    

Gavin oinked with his nose at the sensation, stuffing more cake into his mouth than he could hold.    Angus slid his messy hand out of Gavin's ass cheeks and then aimed his bulging veiny monster cock into Gavin's ass before leaning all his weight on the dildo so it would dive into the massive ass with force.   The bumpy dildo head felt like two hands clasped firmly together, pushing through his hole and deep into his guts as though some beast had pried him open and planned on planting its seed in him.    The forceful pounding of his ass sent Gavin's fat face pushing into the pile of food and cake, making him slop up more food with each thrust.    

"EAT YOU FAT FUCK!" Angus hollered angrily, really wanting to see Gavin push himself to extremes, more so than ever before.

"I need you fatter.   I need more of you.   More lard!  All this delicious lard is not enough, Piggy,"  Angus grunted as he rammed the strap on into Gavin's gaping hole harder and harder.   "Never stop!   You're not eating enough.  MORE!  That's it, Piggy, eat it all for me.   I want you so much fatter, you fucking tub of lard!"

Angus was sweating and hollering, getting an intense workout from fucking his hog.   There was no limits to the sizes he wanted to make Gavin, and Gavin had no limits to how fat he wanted to be.   The two paired together created a terrible feedback loop which resulted in never enough fat gained.   Angus was constantly pleased yet also frustrated that Gavin wasn't letting himself become the true pig that they both wanted.   He wanted to see Gavin's humanity disappear completely in the endless amount of buttery lard that consumed him.     He was almost there - there were still hints of a man in the sea of blubber that Angus wanted to see get buried in more heavy lard.   

Weeks of this treatment continued and it sent Gavin's weight soaring without a break in the lustful and intense feedings.    For a month, the pile of food remained constantly refilled and topped off so it never got smaller as Gavin ate.    Gavin was growing fast because of this.   His body had given up and could do nothing but turn all those calories into pure lard which grew in large rolls that weighed too much to lift.   His arms no longer moved at all.   His fingers too fat to bend.   He had no control over anything and even his eyes were nearly forced shut permanently because of the fat piling up in his face.   He couldn't move anything but his tongue and so for the remaining week, Angus simply kept an oversized funnel lodged in Gavin's puckered mouth and spent the days draining gallons of blended food and cream into it.    Gavin swallowed it all, no matter how much or what it was.

By the end of the month, Gavin was gone.   His mind had been corrupted to the point where he couldn't think and his body was too fat to move an inch.    He was constantly gasping for air and so full that he felt like he would burst.   His skin was stretched to its maximum and any new fat was globbing up in spots where fat shouldn't collect.   His forehead was fat, his ears were fat.   His nipples were so stretched out that they were bigger than dinner plates, but also so stretched that there was no longer any definition between the nipple and the rest of his skin.   Angus sometimes was able to pinch at a tiny bump with a small depression in it on Gavin's massive moobs and milk out a few drops of cream.   His body was so clogged with lard that high levels of hormones were flooding Gavin's system, triggering some lactation and also causing the tiny remains of his buried dick to shrivel even more.    He constantly drooled pre-cum from the hole that used to be his penis, but the desire to cum was lost with his ability to think.   He simply laid there and swallowed what was forced into his mouth, letting the fat take over his entire body and turn him into a useless pile of lard.    

One morning, instead of Angus or Ryan entering the room, eight men in orange full-body one-piece jumpsuits walked into the room towing several large bins on wheels.   The men were all buff and muscular in a way that made Angus look small in comparison.    They all had short trimmed hair and all looked quite similar.   Angus and Ryan entered after them and stood back talking to one of the men.    Gavin would've reacted if he had understood what was going on, but his month of extreme hedonism had transformed his brain into a pile of mush so instead, he watched the strange men and groaned, looking at their jumpsuits to try to see their cocks as they moved around.   He wanted to suck them all off.   Every one of them needed to fuck him and feed him.   He needed to eat.   He was so hungry he couldn't think.

"Well, Piggy, it looks like we've come to the end of your story," Ryan said as he walked up to Gavin's absolutely massive body.   "You spent the month like how you wrote that you wanted, and it looks like you're the brainless pile of lard like you said that you'd be."

Ryan softly patted the big soft cheeks on Gavin's face, looking for a glimpse of the person he had locked away nearly a year ago but seeing nothing but a mindless pig face staring blankly back at him.     Gavin literally had no thoughts, he just stared at Ryan for as long as he could keep his eyes open.   Ryan's words weren't hitting his brain at all, so he just laid there and watched as then men circled him.

"Gavin?" Angus asked, looking closely at the fat face in front of him.   "Are you in there, Piggy?"

Gavin just stared blankly.    His belly gurgled.  

"I guess he's really gone," Angus said with a bit of sadness to his voice.   

"Alright men, let's weigh him and then get him fed one last time," Ryan announced firmly.    

Angus left and returned with a giant cake the size of his own body and wheeled it up to the edge of the food stained bed.    Gavin immediately began grunting and squealing as he was unable to reach it because of his enormous size.    

The men watched as the harness strained and groaned as it lifted his massive bulk to reveal his weight on a small display.   

"One thousand, eight hundred and fifty-six pounds!"  one of the strange men yelled out and then hooted in excitement.    "Goddamn, that's a lot of pork!"

They lowered the harness back to the bed, dropping Gavin's enormous bulk slowly back down on the bed, sending his face and giant chest sinking into the cake in front of him.   The frosting and cake bubbled and oozed up around his heavy moobs, up over his thick chins and up to his drooling mouth that was huffing and puffing for air.   He began slopping up the cake like a wild animal, gorging himself like he was starving.   

"Piggy, this is what you wrote for yourself.    There's no going back now if you eat that," Angus warned.

Gavin didn't seem to hear him.  He was lost in ecstasy, cake flooding his mouth and filling his belly.   He had completely forgotten what he had written in his final story.   His entire life hinged on that final story and instead of writing himself a way out, he wrote himself into a dead end.    He would give his fans the ultimate gainer story, a fantasy of turning into a pig by his captors.   He wrote of a month long feast that slowly drugged him and took away his humanity.   He wrote of turning into a pig and being fattened for his lard.   He wrote of being harvested by a food company with close ties to Ryan.   He wrote a finale for himself that would once seem horrific to him, but now seemed very fitting.   

As the drugged cake slowed his eating and clouded his mind more and more, he found the sound of his pounding heart slowing and his vision going black.   He felt blissfully numb in his toes and fingers and then he felt a strong greasy arm pushing deep into his underbelly fold, deep into the hole where his oozing dick was buried.    He felt the familiar fingers that he had sucked food off of for the last year fumbling around, worming their way in deeper until they found the bottom.    

Angus rubbed his greasy fingers over the bottom of the hole and flicked his fingertips through the hot slimy precum, feeling a small nub engorge and swell a little before quickly erupting in globs of thick white cum that seemed to never stop leaking out.    Gavin moaned loudly with a mouthful of cake, his body releasing a pent-up collection of cum that had been building inside of him all year.     Cum spurted out for over a minute as the men stood back and watched Gavin's last moments.

Angus crawled out from under Piggy's flab to watch as the fattest man in the world happily dropped his face into the cake with a fulfilled moan and smile and then never lifted his face up again.   As his heart stopped pumping and his brain shut down completely, Piggy heard one last voice from one of the men in the room.

"He looks so plump and juicy... I can't wait to try this batch of sausages..."

Then the fattest man who ever lived ceased being a man and truly became a pig for the first time in his life.     He could've written of his freedom, a lasting romance with Angus, a public life as a celebrity, or any number of endings to his life but he chose the gluttonous ending he was born to have.   He let out one more gurgling moan as he felt a wave of satisfaction wash away all other feelings and emotions - he had truly become a pig, the fattest pig there ever was... for now.