Christmas Feast (Patreon)

Series: Original

Characters: Reader POV, Anna (ex-girlfriend)

Contains: Second person POV, weight gain, force feeding, immobility

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You opened your eyes again, but the scene hadn’t changed. You had thought for sure that it was a dream, even after waking up to it for the tenth time. 

The feast had gone on so long that it had to be past New Year's by this point. Whenever you thought it might be over, or that you could eat no more, another course was added. Perhaps the worst part was that your hands did the feeding. Without your consent, your hands reached out to stuff food down your throat. Your hands were what pushed your slender body past mobility. 

Some of the blame fell on the figure in the corner, a curvaceous figure that belonged to your ex-girlfriend. She smiled and walked closer to you. She climbed some of your exterior rolls and leaned against the soft mounds of your fat. She looked puny compared to your immobile body, and she clearly enjoyed that.

“Awake again, sweetie? Good, there’s still plenty of food for you to shovel away.” Your ex, Anna, leaned in and kissed your cheek, which was larger than the dinner plates before you. “I always dreamed of making you breakfast in bed, but you had to run away from me. Saying such hateful things like I’m too clingy.” She spat the last word and huffed. “Oh well, I’m having just as much fun feeding you around the clock and…” Her eyes became half-lidded as she caressed your immobile body. “You make a lovely bed Make sure to grow even fatter for me”

As if by hypnosis or magic, your arms reached in front of you. It should have been impossible, as they were as thick as mattresses. Your arms were thick and round on their upper sides, rising to cheek level, and their undersides sagged well below your ribs. Your forearms were bloated caricatures that barely escaped the avalanche of your upper arms. Your hands were puffy and your fingers as thick as sausages. Yet, somehow, they grabbed food and stuffed it past your swollen lips.

You could feel your face jiggle as you chewed. Each working of your jaw caused your cheeks and chins to bounce. Your face felt so heavy that you could barely turn your head. The sheer thickness of your neck cemented the fact. It was like a tire had been placed around your neck, but the wreath of flesh was indeed part of you.

Despite that, you could see in front of you quite well. Your body sloped in front of you, fat piling and rolling over itself. Your chest housed two sagging mounds of fat. They were so heavy that they couldn’t hold themselves up. They relied entirely on your belly for support, and it was barely that. Their weight caused them to sink into the plushness of your upper belly. Beyond them were sloping piles of belly fat that stood more than half your original height. Dough and blubber in amounts that should be impossible. Technically, the loving labor of Anna. She wanted you like this, and somehow manipulated you to do it.

While your belly rolled far in front of you, there was plenty of bulk that flowed out from your sides. Your sides were stacks of rolls, and your hips stretched as far as your gut. The height of your hips was roughly below chest level. Thankfully, they were great perches for your lard-stuffed arms. They also helped keep you balanced on your helplessly fat ass. That’s why you didn’t wind up on your back when your chairs broke…sometime ago. 

Part of you grimaced at the idea of being stuck on your back. Anna would have even more control of you then…probably. It just seemed a more dehumanizing position to you. Though, did it matter when your current situation was this dire? Helplessly obese, beyond immobile, just a blob of fat that was forced to stuff itself for your ex’s desire? Anna had always been fond of making you food, but you never imagined her tastes to be this extreme! Even now, she watched with pure lust in her eyes. She got off on how helpless you were. 

Your legs were in a worse state than your arms. Your arms could move despite how unnatural it seemed, but your legs were hardly legs. They were bloated accessories to your morbidly obese body. There was no way to tell where your upper and lower legs began or ended. They melded together, burying your knees and ensuring neither leg could bend. Fat continued to roll until your feet were buried, too. 

Behind you was a mountain of ass fat, another reason you weren’t stuck on your back. Each cheek was a sizable mound that rose to your shoulders. This allowed you to lean back against them and obtain some semblance of rest. You tried to pretend they were comfortable cushions, but you knew the reality. These were part of you, another body part impossibly enlarged by the food you couldn’t seem to resist. You stuffed yourself until your ass towered in twin mounds that were wider than you were tall and softer than any mattress you’ve ever slept on. 

Things would likely continue like this forever. Anna was obsessive and insane. You had broken up with her when she gradually started to block you in her home, feeding you more each meal. You had left her when your stomach started to hang toward your knees. That seemed comically small to you now. Anna’s desires would never be sated by that. You were doomed to be her plaything, an object to fulfill her desires. Now, she was just more abrasive and teasing than the sweet woman you remembered. 

“Keep it up, fatty There’s still plenty of room for you in the basement” Anna teased from across the room as she wheeled in another cart of food. 

You hated to admit it, but it did smell nice…

THE END