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do-you-even-fit · 4 years ago

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So remember what I said earlier about trying to write? Yeah I did that. This first person story is now the longest story I've ever written I'm pretty sure, 5k words. It's kinda gross and mega horny but hey what can ya do? Tried like one or two new things, mention of minor health issues present throughout the story, big time body worship, mild slob. So if you're into any of that, enjoy!

You approach the door of the nice looking townhouse, pulling a key from your pocket and unlocking the door. You remember the words from your boss, "This man has been immobile for nearly a week, so go get ready for some serious work. He said his brother was taking care of him for a few days, but he needs a full time care provider. So go get ready for your first job. Hell, you make him happy and it might be your last, he's apparently pretty wealthy." You open the door slowly, the living room immediately to your left, and kitchen to your right. Both are completely disgusting, total messes of dishes, fast food containers, and random bits and pieces.

You look to the stairs, knowing that's where the bedroom is you start walking up. You try to ignore the smell of old and stale food, more fast food containers in the hallway at the top of the stairs. You murmur to yourself, "How did this get so bad in just a week? I thought he had someone helping him before me…" You open the door to the master bedroom, and go to cover your nose, but stop. You stare at the man laying in the bed, a light blue haired cat laguz. You think for a moment, 'Fuck he's kinda hot…' He's also fast asleep, snoring like a freight train.

He was covered in bits of food, sweat, and other stains, mostly stuck to the thick hair on his belly that barely hung off the end of the bed. His face, while overburdened with fat, with cheeks nearly covering the bottom of his eyes, and 3 chins hanging off it, was still handsome in a slightly rugged kinda way. Well you think he is, under all the sauce and bits of food covering his face. He somehow had food on the neck fat behind his head, and top of his face as well. It was like he stuck his whole head in his food, not that it was surprising considering the scope of his size you could see at just a glance. He probably not only looked like a huge pig, but ate like one too. Ironic considering you could see the cat ears being pushed slightly forward, by the rolls of fat from the back of his neck.

You choke back a little sound as he snores, making some small movements with his mostly buried in fat feet. You close the door to the bedroom, you'll handle that fat mess later. You reach down and barely touch your erection, "Fuck I can't believe I think he's hot. He's just a blob of lard…maybe it's the cute cat ears? Wonder if he has a tail buried in some of those back rolls?" You shake your head, and let out a sigh before walking downstairs. You drop your bag off on a small empty spot, on the messy kitchen counter. You begin pulling things from the bag, including a box of trash bags, you know about this type of client so you came prepared. You start gathering trash, one fast food box at a time. It takes hours, 3 to be precise, just to tidy up the kitchen.

You sit in a chair that you unearthed from a mountain of fast food bags, and old food. You sigh, tired from the work. You then look at the 29 trash bags you stacked in the corner of the kitchen, wondering to yourself, "How did his entire house get like this? I thought he was only immobile a week, this is a years worth of trash at least!" You start thinking of this man, laying on the kitchen floor, surrounded by emptied out boxes of chicken wings. Barely mobile, laying on the ground, gasping for breath, and with sauce all over his face, chins, and hands. Your own thoughts come back to bother you. It's hard for you to think about this mountain of lard, without making yourself horny. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as you thought, making him yours for the money…and his body.

You walk back upstairs to check on him, and see if he's awake yet or not. You open the door and immediately stop, seeing him not only awake but eating pizza already. He's holding 3 slices of pizza in each hand, and you can see the grease dripping off it from the doorway. You lock eyes with him and open your mouth to say something, but you're interrupted by him letting out a deep rumbling belch. The burp lasts a good 4 seconds, and ends with him gasping and breathing heavily. He speaks first, the labor of just talking apparent in the pauses between words, "Oh…hey there. You must be….that assistant my brother hired. I'm Ranulf." And with that small introduction out of the way, he pulls a hand to his mouth. Taking a bite from all the slices of pizza, stacked in his fat laden hand at once. Grease and sauce dropping down his chins, as he finishes all the slices in just 2 bites.

All you can do is just watch for a moment, starstruck by how this blob behaves, and eats. Holy shit can he eat. You watch him do the same with the other handful of pizza, demolishing it all and not even taking a bite. Just shoving it all in his mouth at once, and chewing it slowly. He burps again, spraying bits of food onto his face and chest rolls. He stares at you, while loudly and messily chewing, he's definitely noticed you like the show he's putting on…alot. He pulls up one the fat rolls under his huge hanging moobs, and pulls out more slices of greasy pizza by the handful. He swallows down finally and wheezes, "If you're just gonna watch…at least grab my phone. Order me some more delivery…this is just a snack." He shoves the fistful of pizza into his mouth again.

You blink, "Oh, right! Yes sir!" You walk to the bedside table, and pick up his phone, just like everything else it's got a healthy layer of grease and sauce on it. You open one of the 8 food delivery apps, and look through his order history. It's mostly multiple party catering orders, stacked together. You pick one of the re-delivery options, and set the phone back down. You walk back to the side of the bed, where you can see Ranulf's face over his cheeks just barely. You mutter, "Is there anything else you need, before I get back to cleaning the house-" You're interrupted by his fat hand grabbing the back of your head, and pressing you against his heavy hanging moob, "I've got this thing…in a couple days. So I need you to go ahead…and milk my moobs. Can't go leaking milk…all over the stage." Sure enough when you were able to look, he had thick cream running down his moobs, and the rolls of fat on the side of his body. You look up at him before quietly whimpering, "Yes sir…"

You put your mouth around his thumb tip sized nipple, and gently squeeze the dinner plate size areola. You feel the milk gushing into your mouth, it's sweet and a little sticky like heavy cream. You continue on for a few minutes before you hear Ranulf wheezing again, "Y'know…you could use the milking machine…if you didn't want to do this." You pull back splashing milk all over yourself, you yell indignantly, "Th-then why did you push my face into it?!" Ranulf chuckled, "Wanted to see how bad you wanted it…now that I know, get that mouth…back to work." Shit he's already got you figured out, maybe that laguz sense of smell let him sniff out how horny you were for him. Maybe he just knew he was irresistible. Either way, you want to do what he says, so you get back to milking him with your mouth. It takes almost an hour to fully milk the first of his 2 titanic breasts, leaving you full and satisfied on his milk alone.

Then the doorbell rings, Ranulf belches loudly in your face, "Go get my lunch." You bite your bottom lip, god he's fucking hot, and you know it. You walk down stairs in a hurry, and the delivery driver has already opened the door and started piling up bags and plastic containers by the dozen. You can see the back of his pickup truck, full of even more containers, so you start helping him bring them inside. On the bright side, you figured out how Ranulf's house got so messy in just a week. It takes about 15 minutes to get everything inside, he tells you not to worry about the tip. You figure Ranulf must be a regular customer, and tips well. You carry 2 armfuls of bags up the stairs, and set them next to the bed. Ranulf wheezes and gasps, "Is that…all of it?" You shake your head, "No, this is just my first trip, you have 20 more bags, and 2 dozen catering trays downstairs still." Ranulf smiles, "Good boy…you even got my…favorite place first time."

You place a few of the bags on his chest, for him to tear into, "Go get the rest…then while I eat…you can finish milking my fat tits." You put your hands on your bloated and sloshing belly, you'd almost forgotten how full you were. You're so eager to please this, both literal and figurative beast of a man, you forgot about your own churning stomach. You go back down stairs, and start retrieving the rest of his food, taking short breaks to belch or rub your belly. All this exercise on a full stomach isn't good for you, but Ranulf needs all this food. Eventually you do it, you take 8 trips up and down the stairs, bringing the full buffet to his room. It's amazing to watch him eat, just dumping whole containers of food into his mouth, he's like a force of nature. He takes a break to remind you of his needs, "Bring that mouth…UUUUUUUUUUUUOARP back over here."

You walk to the other side of the bed, wading through the pile of junk food containers on this side. This moob is bigger than the other one, and hangs a good bit lower, so you decide to get on your knees and start milking him again. Everything about him is so intoxicating, from the sweetness of his milk, to the overwhelming smell of his musk. Even the sounds he makes while eating, the loud crunching and smacking, and his belching through a mouth full of food. You can't help yourself can you? You start touching yourself. You grab a handful of his belly, and touch yourself thinking about being under it and sucking his buried in fat dick. The sounds of him demolishing a hundred pounds of food right above you, start to hasten. He's really letting himself go now, you think he might be able to smell you over himself and the food. Eventually you milk his moob completely dry, and stand up still hard, you couldn't bring yourself to finish.

Ranulf let's out another burp, his wheezing gasping breath an indication of how much of a workout it is to feed himself. He inhales deep, just to burp in your face again, and you love it more this time, "Go rub my belly." So you do, you hug the gargantuan mass of lard, using your whole body to massage it. You feel his messy hand covered in food and sweat, press against the back of your head, as he forces your entire face into his sagging belly button. It's hot, and furry, filled with bits of his past meals. It smells so overpoweringly like him, you can't think of anything else, you want him, no you need him. So you breathe deep, over and over, long after he's removed his hand to go back to eating. You just keep your head shoved in that cavernous belly button, smelling and kissing every inch. His soft light blue fur caressing your face, you hug into his belly, listening to the gurgling and rumbling. He's so full, but he just keeps eating, you can hear it in the way his belly is churning. You reach both hands under his belly, exploring his immense body. You find what you want almost immediately, his fat pad, easily as big as you on it's own.

Ranulf moans slowly, food falling from his mouth, guess that's a sign of approval. You reach your arm into his fat pad, it's already slick with sweaty making it easy. You have to pull your head out of his belly eventually, to keep digging through his fat. You go in past your elbow, and halfway up your bicep, and then you can feel it. Ranulf's thick hard dick, buried in all that fat. It's so thick you can't even wrap your hand around it all the way, regardless you start to jerk him off. He doesn't stop eating, but he gives you approving moans when you find the right pace for him. You can only imagine what a beast his dick would be, if he hadn't eaten himself into an immobile slob. Thinking more of how much you want him on top of you, how much his dick could have stretched you. But he decided to eat, and eat, and eat, until he couldn't do anything but. You're probably the first time he's gotten off in years at his size, you can tell because he's stopped eating. Must be too much work for him to get off, and stuff his fat greedy face.

You can feel how hard his heart is pounding, while you tug on his buried in fat, dick. His breathing is getting heavier, and sweat is pouring down his belly like little rivers, "Fuck…if you get me off…like this…I'll have to…give you a raise!" Sounds good to you, getting paid for doing something you would more than gladly do for free. You feel his dick start to swell in your hand, then you feel him flood his fat pad with a torrent of thick greasy cum. His face turns dark red, his massive flabby cheeks too. You pull your hand out of his fat pad, and look longingly into his eyes, while you lick his cum off your hand. His breathing was labored and heavy, "God I wish…I could fuck you." You shove your other hand into his belly button shaking his furry belly around and watching it wobble, "Well you can't lard ass. You spent too much time pigging out and ruining your body! What are you huh 12-1300 lbs?" He wheezed, "1204 last time…I got weighed…before I got stuck…in bed." You bite your bottom lip, "You're a perfect example of the word gluttony. Now you better keep eating, you have more food to finish. I'll go ahead and order more for you too." Ranulf moans lowly before resuming his feast, you grab his phone and go ahead and place another order for him. And schedule a delivery for breakfast while you're at it.

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A week passes by, and things continued the same every day. You would do a little cleaning, while Ranulf slept for 12 hours a day. You even cleaned his room enough to set him up a C-pap machine, which he desperately needed. The kitchen was fully cleaned, though it doesn't see much use outside of yourself. Ranulf has gotten back to ordering 4 massive meals a day, every one he goes through you're there with him. Either to stuff his face when his flabby arms get too tired, or to pleasure him for fun and watch him struggle more. Sometimes you'll go into his room while he's asleep, just to enjoy his musk. Shoving your face in his hairy belly, while jerking off to the thought of him getting even fatter. Which at this point is less of a fantasy, and more of an eventuality with the way you have him eating.

Today it's time to tackle something you've been putting off, cleaning his living room. Giving him a bath was next, he was absolutely disgusting, always sweating and covered in food mess, but you kinda like that and so does he. Plus bathing him would probably be an all day task, that would probably turn into 'sex'. Well you two call it sex, it's just him saying all the dirty things he'd do to you if his dick wasn't buried in 3 feet of lard, while you jerk him off. And that time you managed to shove your face into his fat pad, and suck the tip of his dick. It was so thick, you could barely manage to get your mouth around his beastly dick. But it was worth it, even his cum was salty and greasy, so it tasted pretty good. His fast food addiction might have even started to rub off on you, since you were starting to gain a little weight yourself. But you mostly ate his cum, so tasty, heavy, and filling. You could hardly wait for him to wake up for breakfast, just to get your fill too.

But, you gotta focus! Cleaning the living room. It was just as bad as the kitchen, just more fast food containers, some of them were already in trash bags though. You cleaned off the couch first, you'd probably need to get a new one. The legs on the couch were busted, and the cushions sagged down. It wasn't hard to imagine how that happened, you've seen the size of Ranulf's ass. Still haven't seen his tail, you imagine it's buried between some of his rolls of back fat. The coffee table in front of the couch, was covered in various food stains. You could also see on the edge of it a rounded stain, that came from Ranulf's sweaty belly pressing into it. God just thinking about him sitting here, mindlessly gorging himself, while watching TV for hours on end, it made you horny again.

After some cleaning you laid down on the sagging sofa to rest. You wanted to fall asleep, it smelled so much like Ranulf, and it was so comfy. You could smell that familiar musk so heavily here, you knew he'd definitely cum on this couch a few times. Probably while stuffing his fat face, and thinking about just eating more and more. You shook yourself back to reality and sat up, Ranulf would be awake soon and you wanted him enough to wait. You got up and started cleaning the other section of the living room, near the wall and the TV. Might not be a bad idea to move this up to his room, not like he has anything else to do all day, besides eating of course.

Up next to the wall there were a bunch of shelves, lined with trophies and pictures. You were pretty surprised to see the top shelf was mostly track and field medals. There were some pictures of Ranulf as a kid, probably 15 or 16. He used to be such a cute little catboy! Then the trophies changed to eating contests, the first picture had him in a wheelchair with a cast on his leg, looking like he weighed a good 80 pounds more than in the last picture. Then after that it turned into more eating trophies, 6 shelves full of them. You could get a full scale of how quickly he'd gained this weight, he'd put on almost 300 pounds in 2 years. He entered one on his 18th birthday, and he weighed nearly 600lbs. Still in a wheelchair too, but probably for different reasons. You counted down the line, you'd never asked how old he was but...he was only 24!? He'd gained almost 1100 pounds in 8 years!

You stared shocked, looking at his progression, documented by prizes, trophies, and photos. He had not 1 but 3 world records, most hot dogs eaten in a minute, not surprising given how well he swallows yours. Most pies eaten in 5 minutes, that picture of him covered in crumbs and pie filling was kinda hot too. And one for fattest laguz ever, not surprising but still, your boyfriend was the fattest laguz ever...a world record setting fatass. You could see the human to beat on the torn out page too, an 1800lb farm boy named Donnel. Well you assume he's a farm boy, the picture of him was taken in a barn. But maybe that's just the only place he can fit. Is that what you're gonna do to Ranulf? Make him so fat he's gonna have to move into a barn? Thinking about it...yeah that would be kinda hot.

You go back upstairs, you can already hear Ranulf's heavy breathing and belching at the top of the stairs. Gods you'd fallen in love with a fat pig, not a cat. Sure enough he was awake, digging into the breakfast you'd ordered for him a while ago. He was making his way through a to-go box full of pancakes and syrup. Yeah you'd definitely need to give him a bath today, you could see the syrup running down his chins and belly, matting his thick belly fur. He actually acknowledged you coming into the room, albeit with a mouth full of food and a sweet smelling messy belch. He threw the contact to the ground, and struggled with reaching the next one on the stack, you of course set it on his chins for him. "Don't overexert yourself Ranulf, I doubt your body can take all that exercise of reaching 2 feet away." You picked on him a little, but it's not like he didn't enjoy it, and you were probably right anyway.

Ranulf cleaned that tray out with only a few bites, it was amazing to watch him work. You set another on top of his bloated sticky chins, and he stopped to wheeze and belch in your face this time. "Hey...sweetie?" God it took so much effort for him just to talk, but I guess he thought you were worth the strain. "Gonna participate...in my last eating contest...today." You stared at him for a second, "Eating contest? Oh right! You mentioned that a week ago. But, how are we gonna get you out of bed? Or out of the house for that matter?" He pointed to his phone, guess he was getting too hungry to explain. He resumed eating while you checked out his texts.

He'd called in a construction crew, and a crane to get him out of the house! Probably the only option, you'd seen his legs, well the cellulite ridden rolls of fat that swallowed up his feet anyway. There was no chance of him walking out for sure. There was some debate on how to transport him, just using the crane, or maybe on the back of a flatbed truck. The idea he'd settled on was in the back of a dump truck, and having the crane at the venue to get him out of it. Gods bless your boyfriend, he'd turned himself into a fat immobile slob, and he still wanted to attend one more eating contest so bad. You texted the construction crew for him, and made a small request of your own.

Eventually a few hours had passed, they knocked one of the upstairs walls out, and the whole neighborhood had come to watch what was going on. You sat with Ranulf on his bed, well on his belly, there was no room on the bed, to help direct them into the dump truck. And soon you were off. It was only a 30 minute drive, and you had the luxury of being squashed between Ranulf's belly and the inside of the dump truck. You were more covered in Ranulf's sweat than he was at the end of the ride, which wasn't bad. The venue for the contest was outside thankfully, so it was just a matter of getting the crane to set Ranulf on the ground next to the stage. You thought he'd break that sturdy wooden stage with his fat ass, so you figured that was the right call.

Some of the other participants straight up forfeited, while you were moving Ranulf into place. One of them even said that, having to compete with a whale in an eating contest wasn't fair. Most people were disgusted by him, his greasy matted belly fur, his ruined with flab body, covered in food mess, sweat, and other things. But to you? Ranulf was so sexy in the sunlight, he was sweating like a pig, which you guess was fitting. You whispered into his ear before the contest started, "When you win this lardass, I'm gonna give you the best orgasm of your life." After giving him a peck on his flabby cheek, he was ready. You had to hand him his food so you were by his side the whole time, at one point you got a little too eager and were force feeding him in front of the crowd. He of course won by a landslide, eating a whopping 80lbs of food, 10 times what the person in second place did.

When the crane loaded the 2 of you back into the dump truck, you took the time to admire the sweaty, greasy mess that was your lover. You two kissed with a little difficulty, since his mouth was starting to get taken over by the fat around his face. "When we get home, I have a nice little surprise for you~" Your devilish grin just made him smile and wheeze in anticipation. When the crane lifted you two out of the back of the dump truck, you showed him what you had planned. Turning Ranulf's disused back yard into an eating contest venue, "Now you don't have to give up what you love! Eating for fun and pleasure~ You're gonna eat til I say you can stop, got it fat ass?" Ranulf wheezed and smiled, "Yes...sweetie~"

Once they got you and him back into the bedroom, you grabbed 2 more surprises. You lifted the face fat away from his lips, and shoved a tube into Ranulf's mouth, "I had some guys stop by to install a feeding tube and pump. This way you'll waste less calories on chewing. I'll have you sucking down fattening slop all day, just like a good fat boy should. I'm gonna make sure you go from fattest laguz, to fattest thing on the planet." You then pulled out a remote, and pointed it to an lcd screen. It lit up and displayed a spinning light, before reading 1479. "Wow you really have been growing huh fat fuck? I also had them install a bed scale for you, just to see how far I can push you into obesity. Pretty close to 1500 pounds already." You heard Ranulf's belly rumble, shaking the floor, "Don't worry fatty, I already ordered your dinners." And then you saw his tail waving behind him in excitement.

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do-you-even-fit · 4 years ago

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Gaining for Dummies (or other people who dont know how to gain weight good)

Tools You may Use~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• WEIGHT GAIN GOAL DATE CALCULATOR

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