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Here is my progress for a story I'm writing. It's not super clean, I'm no professional, but I expect some of you will like it.

Extreme kink, medical fattening, iq loss, first person, transmasc reader

(I posted a sample, and that's about the first half of this with minor changes, but it's rebloggable now)

My Visit to the Weight Gain Clinic

Part 1

After a year on the wait list, my day had finally come. I was ecstatic. I bounced into the clinic, shaking a little, with nervousness and excitement. My life was about to change. I entered the weight gain clinic, known around the world for it's one-of-a-kind program. Countless clinjcs removed fat, but this clinic helped you gain it. I had been trying to get fat for several years, and although I'd managed to gain about 50 lbs, I was still so far from where I wanted to be, and I finally got to fix that.

I walked to the counter, and checked in, giving the person at the desk my name, and receiving in turn a clipboard with documents to fill out. I then turned, and went to sit. All the chairs in the lobby were bigger than average, but some chairs were bigger than any I'd seen before. As I looked around the room, I saw a handful of people. One person of a middle weight. Perhaps overweight by normal standards, but perhaps my point of reference was a bit skewed, I was of course here for a weight gain clinic. The next person I saw was already enormous. At least 450 lbs, the man took up one of the massive chairs that looked more like a bench. He breathed heavily and held a cane. "I wonder if I will still want to gain more if I get to his size." I thought to myself. The last person in the waiting room was a woman who was model thin, but was flipping througha ssbbw magazine and excitedly picking out pictures. "All of us are here for the same thing, to get bigger" I thought to myself and felt so very excited and encouraged that it was happening so soon. I turned my attention to the clipboard in my hands.

The intake forms started with normal medical questions, then questions asking things like my top weight, the speed of my metabolism, and family history of obesity. Then came questions like gial weight, if I was planning for immobility and how i was prepared for changes in my mobility, and comfort levels with the realities of massive weight gain.

After all of that came the liabilities. The risks present with any operation were listed first, then the more relevant ones. Obesity lowers life expectancy. Obesity has several comorbid conditions, and dealing with at least some of them is likely. All this was to be expected, honestly. I knew what I was getting into.

Then they called my name. My heart jumped, and I stood and followed a nurse to a room where I was weighed and my vitals were taken. After a few minutes, I met with doctor.

We went over goals with the operation, and risks. We also went over my desired result and other procedural options.

I picked from photo lineup a man with the body shape what I wanted. A round, apple body with stocky legs and sturdy arms. A big round belly hanging tightly just a bit over the waistband of his pants. Last but not least, a noticeable double chin. For my short height, that would put me at about 255 lbs, an 80 lb gain. I decided that was the weight I wanted to walk out of the clinic with, before the additional weight piled on as a result of this process.

The plan for the actual operation was simple:

I would be first given a round of several injections to promote fat growth, speed metabolism, and greatly add resilience to my tissue, so that it would essentially stretch to fit my new mass without tearing or rupturing. It would also make me ravenously hungry. I would then be given sedatives and pain medication to ease my body, and a tube directly into my stomach that would pump me full of a new and revolutionary high fat solution in increments. The fattening would take place over the course of roughly three hours, with periods of feeding and digesting. Even with the process exorbitantly expedited by the hormones and medications in the injections, the process would still take time. The effects of the medication would be active for around a week so even after the inpatient part was complete, I would be likely to gain an additional 50 lbs at least during that window. During that week i would be visited by an in-home nurse to check up on me and monotor my progress. Additionally, a rapid gain in weight like this would permenantly alter and slow my metabolism, not to mention the fact that hauling extra mass would be enormously difficult for my muscles that were not used to the extra load. This would make me more sedentary and likely cause weight gain too. With all things considered, I would likely end around 350 lbs. If my body reacts to the treatment as expected, that would be a total of 180 lbs gained, basically doubling my weight over an incredibly shirt period.

My appointment was scheduled for next week. In the meantime though, the doctor gave me a suitcase full of weighted pads to wear around the house in order to simulate my coming weight, so that I could practice getting used to the labor that would be added to every waking thing I did. It also gave people a chance to back out if it seemed like they were unsure of the operation. Of course, fat gain is irreversible and no matter what is done after the fact, a body will never return to the way it was before a massive gain like this. I was given a list of things to do and some pills to take. The pills would make my body become more elastic in preparation for the coming week.

That night I read the list. I was told to make arrangements with my job. That would be no problem, I worked from home on a job that simply requires computer and phone work only. I still had taken a month off to adjust to my change in lifestyle. I had plenty of paid time off and I looked forward to the chance to indulge. The instructions also reminded me to adjust my wardrobe. I had already purchased three outfits, but wanted to wait to see the final results before I got more, just in case. Order seatbelt extender, check, reinforce furniture, check, a reminder that after the procedure my mobility would be limited, so to go on any hikes or high-octaine adventures ahead of time, like I would be doing that. I chuckled. Pass. Not my style anyway.

I put on the contents of the suitcase, it essentially was the combination of a weighted blanket and a fatsuit. It simulated a 100 lb gain. More than I'd start with, but less than I'd end up with. I chuckled. I put it on, with more sweating and effort than I'd like to admit, and I stood up. Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I wobbled over to my closet and put on one of my new outfits over it. I actually looked fat. My eyes beamed, and I saw in the mirror a glimpse into the future I'd been yearning for for years. I hefted the heavy "belly" up in my hands and beamed. Wow. This felt amazing. I was so turned on by the feeling of my new type of gravity. This was going to be awesome.

I tested my movement, slowly walking around the house. I had to move my legs differently, with added girth to my thighs making me waddle. I bent to pick something up, and my huge belly weight got in the way. This was a new challenge. I had to basically drop to one knee, because bending down straight from the middle wasn't really an option.

"This is why they send you home with this suit," I thought to myself. I continued my trek around the house, and tried to sit at my office chair. It was so narrow, or rather, I was so wide that I couldn't fit my padded hips into it.

"Good thing I tried that," I thought, "I'll have to stop by the store tomorrow for another chair"

Then my stomach began to rumble.

I realized that with the elasticity drug already in my system, I could probably push my stomach farther than ever before.

I hurried (if that word really applied, with my little wobbly steps and huffing breath) to get the seatbelt extender, and plopped myself into the front seat. After readjusting the seat, I drove to the nearest fried chicken restruaunt and ordered the largest combination from the drive through window. Once home, I ate the biggest dinner I had ever eaten, topped off by a quart of ice cream. Finally I took off the suit, and went to bed gleefully dreaming about the future.

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The week flew by, and before I knew it I was back in the doctor's office. The week had been enlightening, and had helped me adapt my house to accommodate my coming size. I took the opportunity to stock the house with as many snacks as possible, and to set up a mini fridge in my living room, near my couch and tv, where I planned to spend much of the next month. I would be near the front door, so picking up delivery would be easy, and i did all my possible chores so I would have almost nothing to worry about once i was back home.

Suddenly the moment was here. I heard my name called, and rose to greet the nurse who led me back through the office. I noted that this would be the last time I'd be able to easily sit in a standard chair, stand up so quickly, or walk so lightly. Today would mark many lasts, but also many firsts.

The nurse had me stand on a scale. 175. I giggled to myself, what a tiny number that was. Of course, it teetered the edge of obesity, for my 5'5" height, but that just meant by most standards I just looked a bit chubby. Sure, I had a belly, but I didn't really look fat. I needed to change that.

Next we went down the hall to a room, and I was given a gown to change into. It was huge, bigger than I even knew the gowns came. I looked like a kid, wearing a hospital gown made for someone twice as big as me.

Then he took my vitals, and began to give me the drugs to start the process. First he put an IV with pain medication and a light sedative, to keep me comfortable and relaxed while my body underwent the rapid change. I had elected to stay awake for the operation, because I wanted to watch myself grow.

Next, in came the doctor, who repeated much of the information given the other day, and told me she would be attending to me over the course of the day. The next step was possibly the most important, because it would prepare my body for what was about to happen. The injections. Because they were to stimulate fat growth, I was given shots all over my body, focusing most on the places where I was most interested in fat accumulating. One in my double chin and each cheek, three in each of my upper arms and one in the forearms, one in each moob and five in a star on my belly. Two in each asscheek, one in each hip, three in each thigh and one in each calf. 30 shots. By this point I was giddy with excitement, and dazed and loopy from the medication. I smiled as the doctor put a feeding tube down my throat, and began to notice the warm full sensation of my belly being filled to bursting. But... it didnt stop. Because of my elasticity, my stomach could fit so much! For about five minutes I was pumped full, and then it stopped. That was the waiting part. For the next fifteen minutes I would wait for my body to process the nutrients. My stomach had bloated to something of an orb, but as I sat, the bloating turned to pure, soft fat. It was astounding, but I could watch and see it happen. My entire body was electric with tingling sensations. I was very conciously aware of every small change that my body made, all my nerves were extremely sensitive and my stretched skin felt overwhelmingly good. I caressed my belly with my hands. Incredible! It was not only bigger, it was substantially changed! Fortunately the clinic had put a large mirror beside the bed, because of course this was the type of procedure done here, and they knew people wanted to see their changes in real time. In the 20 minute cycle, I had added 10 lbs to my body! It was incredible to watch. This process repeated every 20 minutes, and at the end of the first hour I had gained 30 lbs. A crease ran along the top, as my belly pooled in my lap, and my arms were substantially fatter. My ass sat wider on the bed, and I was absolutely memorized by my own softness. I turned on the food network on the hospital TV, and amused myself by playing with my new fat as I watched it grow.

After two hours I began to really feel heavy. 60 lbs in, and it was really getting serious. My face was now nearly unrecognizable and I looked genuinely huge. I was approaching class 3 obesity and you could really tell. My belly took up much of my lap, but was continuing to take up more real-estate as the minutes ticked by. My chin was becoming more limiting, as I tried to look down. For the moment I was alone in the room, and I lifted my belly to touch myself. I slipped my hand down to finger myself, and was hardly surprised by how wet I was. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, and I loved every moment of it. I came in seconds as I touched myself with one hand, and felt my new fat with the other. All my nerves were electrified with erotic sensitivity, I had never felt so sexually charged in my life. For the next 40 minutes the process continued, and I gained another 20 lbs. My overhanging belly was expansive and my arms hung out from my sides. My head was more limited in movement due to the excess of fat on my neck. I was by no means a marvel of fatness, but I had grown enormously over the afternoon. I watched the mirror next to my bed and smiled. When the final round completed, the doctor returned again. She had visited and observed periodically throughout the procedure, but had not had to be there the entire time for a regimet as noninvasive as this had been. The IV was removed, and so was the tube from my throat, and I was lowered into a sitting position. Then the doctor spoke.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel amazing."

"Any pain anywhere?"

"No ma'am"

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, I feel well and read all the information, I am fine."

"How about you try to stand up for me"

I blushed. I scooted myself to the edge of the seat, and off into a standing position.

Oof. Wow. This was a lot. I knew it would be. Suddenly standing was actually quite a chore. I knew that many people were used to the size I had grown to, but earlier this afternoon I was 80 lbs lighter and this was the first time I was forced to face the full gravity of that fact. I wobbled slightly as I stabilized my balance, and righted myself.

Incredible, I thought to myself, I can't see my feet at all. My belly hangs down a couple inches, and it didn't crease underneath at all before. Even my flat chest had gained a thicknlayer of fat! I turn a circle, looking in the mirror at my cellulite-riddled ass, and I can tell. I'm a certified fat guy!

I lifted my new belly with my hands and let it drop, wobbling and bouncing as it did. I laughed. I had actually done it!! And I knew I was not done getting fatter, in fact I had set something in motion I had no way of stopping and no way to reverse. That made it all the more exciting.

The doctor smiled, watching my excitement.

"Walk across the room, turn and come back" she watched my movements, checking my balance and coordination. I did as I was told, but my new form was quite something for my mind to adapt to, and I was clumsy. I was forced to waddle, because my thighs were so much thicker than before. I walked the short distance of the room, and returned with heavy breath. This was no joke, I was going to be completely exhausted by the end of the day. Then she instructed me, "bend down and touch your toes" I bent over a bit, but was quickly stopped by the mass of my middle. There was no possible way I would touch my toes in this state. In fact, the effort and surprise of the fat in my middle pressing on my diaphragm took my breath away too. Wow, I sure would be panting a lot as I adjusted to my new size.

The doctor chuckled a little at my effort, "Good. Good. That's just fine." She smiled.

"Now lift your arms out to your sides"

My arms felt heavy as lead, but she inspected the masses of fat hanging mostly from my upper arms. She circled me, feeling the fat accumulation around my chest, sides, middle, and buttox and made notes on her computer.

"Everything looks to be in order, do you have any questions for me?" I shook my head. "Your follow up appointment is in a week. I expect you will have gained at least an additional 50 lbs by then, due to the medication still being active in your system. Eat as much as you can in that time to maximize your results, assuming you still want to keep growing. Of course, you can't back out now, but if you want to limit further growth that is still within your control. That being said, I am impressed with your results at this time, and I look forward to seeing you next week. I will keep you for another couple hours to monitor your condition, and make sure you have no complications, but in the meantime I will have them bring you a few trays of food. I expect you are very hungry."

She was correct, I was starved. I looked at my huge belly and was shocked that I could still want to eat more after three hours of nonstop fattening. Still, my stomach gurgled, demanding more. The nursing staff brought in an entire lasagna with a huge milkshake and a slice of cake four times a normal amount. I set to work. My newly fattened belly making sure that the tray table they put over me had to be set extra high, and my arms quickly tired from the excess weight, so I set the tray table to the side and filled myself a plate that I set on the dome of my belly. The most interesting thing about the medication, was that it made food process into fat at about the same volume as the food itself. A person usually eats three to four pounds of food a day, which would make me gain about that much each day if I was eating normal amounts, but the expectation is that with my increased apatite and stomach capacity I was likely to eat twice that much in order to stay on track with projections. Still, that was no cap, and I could eat as much as I was able, and I was determined to see how far I could push myself.

I ate the lasagna first, a family sized pan of it. Incredible! Even after everything, I didn't feel completely full. I had to test this. I drank the milkshake and ate the cake. Only then did u feel the first wave of fullness. The nurse saw that I had finished my food and brought me a plate with four burgers and a large soda. They had clearly prepared for this, and done this before. I went through the second "meal" in about half an hour, and was feeling rather full and bloated. I then was brought a huge tray of nachos, which I continued to munch on for the rest of the time, dilling my belly to a capacity I had never nefore imagined. The stretch allowed by the medication I was on was truly astounding.

The doctor entered when the observation period was done, in order to give me a final check before discharging me.

"I have briefed your attending nurse that will be visiting your home, but I'd like to introduce you to her, so that you can get acquainted. This is Jen."

I blush and wave a little, embarrassed to be meeting someone new in this state. I needed to get over that, because this would be the only way I would be meeting anyone from here on out. This was my life now. It was hard for me to separate the fact that while this was incredibly erotic for me, the people around me didn't have reason to think this was anything other than regular weight gain. Well, I guess the nurse probably knew, but that's because I was here in the clinic, doing this on purpose. Certainly there were many reasons to want to gain weight, but the goal of rapidly doubling one's weight was extreme enough to be squarely in the category of kink, without many other possible motivations. I shook his hand, and he smiled warmly. "I look forward to working with you."

She was taller than I, about 5'7", and she looked strong. She was butch, and probably the best word to describe her would be handsome. She had tan olive skin, strong brows, and kind eyes. Her short hair was a bit curly, and she was about 30.

"In terms of your discharge, there are a few more matters to discuss" said the doctor, there is one additional option you have to maximize your gain. It is a bit more extreme, but with your aptitude and enthusiasm for this process, I think you could be a good candidate if you're interested."

I immediately nodded, "I am certainly interested, what would it entail?"

"I first want to preface this by saying this will definitely put you over what you originally expressed you wanted your goal weight to be. That being said, it is far more variable and I cannot tell you exactly how much, it varies greatly from person to person. It also will mean that you need more assistance over the next week, because it would render you less capable of taking care of yourself, would that still be something you're interested in?"

"Yes, but what does it entail?"

"As you may know, the brain uses more energy and burns more calories than any other organ in the body, barring rigorous exercise, which of course you won't be doing anyway. In order to maximize your gain, one promising prospect is diminishing cognitive function."

"So you're saying if I take pills to make myself temporarily stupid, I'll get fat faster?"

"Precisely."

"Are there any side effects?"

"The results wear off no more than a week after the last dose is taken. They have been reported to cause weight gain, increased libido, and an increase in apatite, but those changes should not be noticeable, because the effects of the operation will likely cause all those things, at least for you anyway. Other than that, the only other documented symptom is the purpose of the drug, decreased cognitive function. You'll be incredibly stupid. This will affect both judgement, and short term and long term memory for the duration of the time you're taking the pills. Your interests will be simple, and you'll be extremely carefree and food motivated. Most normal people would be terrified of such a drug, I have to admit, but you seem like you might actually enjoy it. There are people who don't want to stop once they start taking this medication."

"You promise I won't still be stupid once the drug is out of my system?"

"Clinical trials have shown no reduction in IQ of patients before use and after discontinued use of this drug. While every single drug on the market contains risks, as far as medication goes this one is perfectly safe as long as someone keeps an eye on you while you're on it, and you don't get yourself into any outside trouble."

I thought to myself, "that seems simple enough, I do want some time to think about it though."

"How about this- I write you a prescription and you decide if you want to fill it or not. This is entirely up to you, but if you DO decide to take it, call or email me beforehand so that I can get help sent out your way. Jen will be headed to your home in the morning regardless, but you will need more than one daily check in if you are so heavily impaired."

"I can handle that, I appreciate you giving me flexible options with that. It seems really appealing, I just want to do a bit of research."

"Of course! That's what I'm here for. This clinic is to help people realize the dreams that are beyond their grasp, and I intend to make sure you have the best options available to you. Is there anything else, before we get you home?"

"How long does it take to get a mobility scooter preordered?"

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They wheeled me out to the hospital transport van in a wheelchair, as they do with basically all hospital discharged, but for the first time I was really relieved that they did. Sure I could walk around, but my body was far from used to it yet. When dropped off at my house, however, I did waddle up the steps and inside on my own.

"Damn" I thought. "I'm so heavy." I breathed hard, leaning on the counter in my entryway. Kitchen to my right and couch to my left. I was breathing hard, unused to the weight. Jen would be going over some physical therapy exercises with me tomorrow to get me used to my new body and retain mobility, but all the strain on me had left me exhausted today. This morning I had walked out the front door like it was nothing, it never even seemed like a task to move about my home, but that was different now. "Thank god I got everything ready ahead of time." Before heading to the living room I decided to get myself a tray of food first, I couldn't think about anything other than my starving belly. I grabbed two bags of chips, a tub of guacamole and a jar of queso from the fridge, and popped two frozen burritos into the microwave. I set all that on a tray with a 2 liter of Coke, and hobbled to set it on the tray table next to the couch, where I intended to spend the next several hours. "This food should last me a while" I chuckled. I was going to eat so much food this week.

I went to the app for the pharmacy chain nearby on my phone, and ordered the prescription for the drug we had discussed to be delivered later that afternoon.

"Now to read up on it, if I don't want it, I don't have to take it" I said to myself, but my mind was basically made up anyway. Still, it was good measure to check it out. "Intelexa" was the name of it, I searched redit forums, and found a number of threads of people who took it. There were a few different reasons people wanted temporary intelligence debuffs, but sex or kink was one of the common underlying reasons. Everyone who had taken it on the threads had enjoyed it a lot. I could really tell when someone who was on it was typing though, because the phrases they used were simplistic and full of spelling errors. Still, no red flags, I thought, other than the fact that some people seemed to have been on it for a while without showing any intention of stopping. Oh well, perhaps their reasons were different. Everyone who got off of it still seemed glad they had done it, and they didn't seem to note any lingering effects, other than missing the feeling. It seemed too good to be true. I turned on a movie, and ate all the food I had brought over, and eventually fell asleep there in the living room.

When I woke up at about 6 pm, the drug had arrived, dropped through the mail slot in my front door. I saw it from my seat, but because I had decided to order delivery for dinner, I planned to just pick it up when the food arrived. No need for extra steps, I told myself.

I placed my order for a family sampler platter from the Asian resturaunt just a block away, and sat tight for the quick delivery. I then drafted an email to the doctor. She was gone for the day but would be back in the morning.

"Hello,

I had decided to take you up on your suggestion to try the Intelexa, I plan to take it just before bed so that tomorrow it has kicked in. Please send Jen as expected, but I'd like to go ahead and adjust the schedule so that I am receiving as much care as you recommend for the duration of the week.

Thank you for your help"

I signed off the email. That should work, I thought. With that taken care of, I heaved myself to the edge of my seat. After a couple tries, I stood and slowly hobbled to the door. There, I very gently took to one knee, careful not to hurt myself, because I was not a good judge of my balance yet. I collected the paper pharmacy bag and opened the door for my food. Fortunately the driver had set it on a little table I had set on the porch, not realizing just how helpful that table would be. I bobbled my way back to my seat, and sat down with my tray. I opened up the paper bag and looked at the pill bottle, "once daily for seven days" it said. "Do not take if pregnant" well duh. I read through the warnings. All seemed as expected. I was burningly curious. My plan was to head to bed in four or so hours, and I wanted to try them right away. I set a reminder for myself on my phone "brush your teeth" at 9:45 and an alarm "go to bed" at 10, in case even those instructions proved hard to remember, and then I took the pill.

While I was still in motion I decided it was best to do anything I still wanted to do before sitting back down or before the drug kicked in. I set my food on the counter, and walked to the bathroom scale. 265. I had gained 15 lbs since the feeding tube, so that meant I'd eaten 15 lbs worth of food while waiting for release at the clinic and since I had been home. I hadn't even eaten my dinner yet. Incredible. I was going to blow past every projection. That was a little scary, but extremely exciting.

I sat down on the couch with my enormous dinner, as well as a tray of cookies from the pantry. I turned on a lets-play of a game I used to play as a kid, and Google how much a gallon of fat weighed. 7.4 lbs. That day I'd gained nearly thirteen gallons of fat. In a single day! It was hard to wrap my head around it! It was actually getting harder to wrap my head around much. It had been about 20 minutes since taking the pill, and I felt the first few things slipping. Never mind that, I had food to eat. I watched my little video and ate my dinner. When my video ended after about 30 minutes, my head felt floaty and my skin tingled. I giggled, this was so much fun! Being off work! Getting so soft and jiggly. I clicked through the recommended videos ans put on a song with some pretty, colorful visuals. So nice! I couldn't be bothered to search videos, that was too hard, and I had such yummy food to eat. I let the videos play, as I mindlessly ate and touched my fat. It was so pretty, rippling as I touched it. My skin was so smooth, stretched taut over my ever-expanding fat. I could actually visually see the difference between my belly when I started my meal to now. My skin was warm to the touch and extremely sensitive, from head to toe. When I looked down at my body, my double chin kept my head propped up more than it ever had before. The feeling of my soft chin fat cushioning my face turned me on. I felt my nipples, that were on soft, heavy breasts now. I lifted one in each hand and let them plop back down onto my belly. I felt the underside of my belly, I had to reach out pretty far to even get my hands under there. I could hide both hands under my belly apron without any trouble. I flopped it up and down, enjoying the warm heavy blanket it provided my lap. I traced the crease around to my sides. I had an impressive muffin top, that capped at the small of my waist where there was a crease in my fat. This crease could be traced to my back where I had a drooping layer of fat swooping down under each shoulder blade, joining with the crease in my side. I couldn't reach my back at all anymore due to the fatness of my arms. Speaking of my arms, they didn't hang down directly anymore. They propped out at an angle, with a little dimple over my elbow.

All that was on my mind was eating and the softness of my body. All I wanted was to make my body bigger, softer, and heavier, and there was not a single worry in my head. No regrets. No fears. Just fat and food and lust. I didn't have a concept of tomorrow, or a plan for what would happen the rest of the week. I didn't think about what I would do if I did end up immobile, and if I kept up the path I was on, that was the inevitable end. I didn't realize that yet. I didn't realize anything. I just simply realized that my food was almost gone. I kept eating the noodles and rice, licking my sauced fingers, and dug into the cookies. I didn't have a concept of fullness, but the tightness in my belly felt incredible. I was on a sensory journey that couldn't be matched, everything was beautiful and fun, and I felt so good. I was being weighed down by a warm and heavy blanket of fat, akin to the feeling of being wrapped in a weighted blanket, but this was mine. My body. My beautiful, rippling, expansive body. I took off my clothes. I had only bought three sets of clothes in large sizes for after the operation, in case my size was different than I expected, and it was a good thing I did. The first, albeit the smallest set, had been stretched to bursting and was hurting my skin around the waistband of the pants and around the sleeves on the shirt. Who needs clothes at home anyway? I didn't think about if clothes would fit tomorrow or if I would need to get dressed. I didn't think about impressing the beautiful nurse coming to my house in the morning. My head was full of cotton candy and bliss. The world was a beautiful place full of food, and I was starving. No apprehensions, no guilt, no concequences. Just getting fat beyond belief.

My hand touched the bottom of the plastic tray of cookies, and I pouted a little that the cookies were gone. With all the food I brought over eaten, I had to stand back up and go get more. I rocked back and forth to get the momentum to stand, and took careful, small steps to the kitchen. My thighs were noticeably wider than my test walk at the hospital, and I could feel my waddle getting more dramatic. I giggled. Waddle! Such a funny word. Jiggle. Funny word too! Jiggle and waddle, soft bouncy belly! These words amused me as I puttered about the kitchen. I saw a bag of microwave popcorn, but the microwave seemed much too hard to operate. No popcorn now. I looked in the freezer, and saw a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I had forgotten that I just ate cookies, and got some more from the pantry. I hummed the sing-songy jingles of fast food chains and waddled all the way back to my seat. Yummy! Ice cream and cookies. I turned back on the TV, right to a cooking show. Good thing too, I couldn't have changed the channel if I had wanted. I let the show drone on as I polished off the whole gallon of ice cream and box of cookies. My phone made a pleasant little jingle, and I hummed along as it buzzed. I didn't notice the alarms to go to bed, I just kept snacking. The TV programming became worse and worse as the night stretched later and later but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. I made several more trips to the kitchen for food. The mound of empty packages grew around me as I grew drowsy. Before I knew it I was asleep on the couch.

I awoke to a knock at the door, and a bright smiling face coming though. In the morning sunshine Jen looked angelic to my hazy brain, and with her came the enchanting aroma of pancakes. I looked at her wide eyed, and didn't say a word. "I'm relieved you stayed out of trouble, seems you jumped the gun with the meds!" She walked carefully around the mountain of wrappers and packages beside me. "Looks like you still managed to do some damage though, didn't you big guy?" She teasingly poked my belly. Last night's mindless binge left me another 15 lbs heavier. At least. I looked up at her, as she grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and gathered the garbage. "What am I going to do with you? You're already managing to be a lot of trouble, but I can't help but be impressed. I've hardly seen anyone gain as much as you have the first day after the treatment. Are you going to be a record breaker?" She talked to me like a kid, but I couldn't tell, I was just happy to be coddled and praised. I giggled.

"You don't know it yet, but I've decided to make you my pet project. You show enough potential that I want to see just how fat you can get this week. It'll be our little secret." She winked at me, and I laughed, not understanding what she meant, but I did understand the three McDonalds Big Breakfast Platters she set in front of me.

"Thank you for bringing food! I like pancakes. I'm hungry!"

"I know you are, you're starving. Probably wasting away, you haven't eaten since last night!"

"Wasting away..." my thoughts trail off as I look into the pretty, reflective syrup on the pancakes. I grab my fork and dig in. I still hadn't moved from my spot, or clothed myself, but I didn't notice. It was just as well anyway.

"How long will you keep bringing me food?" I ask Jen through mouthfuls of food. "We will see, but it may be for a long time. I want to make sure you get big and soft!"

I kick my feet up and down in giddy excitement. I'm completely maluable to any suggestion she has, and she knows it. After I finish my pancakes she gets me up to do some exercises, to stretch my legs and retain mobility. "Up up, on your feet big boy" she grabs my hands and pulls me up. Was I always this heavy? Was walking always this hard? I can't be sure. This feels like a lot. Jen took my hand as she walked me to the bedroom to get me dressed. I took her arm and waddled along, then sat on the bed when we got there and Jen began to get out my clothes.

"Do you come here every day?"

"I do now"

"What... what do I do every day?"

"You eat."

"Oh..."

"Do you like to eat?"

"Yes"

She pulled the shirt over my head and over my growing middle. I was on to the 4 xl shirts. Yesterday, I was a medium.

"Why are there little shirts in the closet?"

"I don't know. Do you wear little shirts?"

"No, I wear big shirts!"

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm big and fat!"

"Very good! And do you want to keep getting bigger and fatter?"

"Yes!" I loved being soft, that I knew, and I also loved impressing Jen and when I said yes she seemed so pleased! It motivated me to keep getting fatter for her. I didn't have a concept of the concequences in this state, just of impressing the pretty lady and being soft and heavy. By that point she had dressed me, and she hauled me to my feet again. "Now you need to get weighed. Did you write down your last weight?" I looked at her blankly. "Of course you don't know, come on then" she led me by the hand to the bathroom where the scale was. Thankfully I had prepped by getting a very strong scale before all this. On the counter was a notepad with the list

Pre-op

175

Immediately post op

250

Day 1 6pm

265

Of course I hadn't written anything down since the medication, literacy would be quite a stretch at this point. I got up on the scale and it seemed I'd gained weight even since she had gotten here. "285, very good. At this rate you will get up to at least.. hm 20-40 lbs a day, counting the rest of today and the remaining 5 days.. maybe a little longer depending on the first dose.. you very well may be over 500 lbs by the end of the week!

And from there you'll only gain more... with a body like that, staying active is impossible! You've locked in your fate, haven't you? Soon, the best exercise you'll be able to manage is walking to the door to get your delivery orders! If that..." She smiled at me, and if I was in my right mind, perhaps I would have been afraid, but I had no fear, I had no concept of the long term concequences. All I had was her being proud of me, good food, and my wonderful, soft, expanding fat. I had turned into her little experiment, to see how far these things could be pushed, and I loved every moment of it. The selling point of the Intelex had been the calories saved from reduced brain function, but while that was definitely a component, the far more effective result was the lack of inhibitions, anxiety, or awareness of concequences. Without those things, for better or worse, I could gain limitlessly. No fear, guilt, or concern stopped me from indulging every single primal desire that crossed my clouded mind.

She guided me by the hand back to the living room to do some exercises. The goal was to get me used to my new size, help coordination, and keep mobility. She held my hand and had me stand on one foot and try to balance. Lifting my leg and keeping it off the ground was almost impossible. With help, I was able to manage it for about 30 seconds before having to sit and catch my breath. My muscles were unused to this. After a short rest and a can of Coke to quench my thirst, I did it on the other leg.

Then Jen had me walk up and down the stairs to the basement once. That was the hardest thing I had tried yet. With shaking knees and buckets of sweat I finished. "When do I get to eat again?"

"Good boy! Always ready for more food. Let's get you some brunch."

She fixed half a loaf of French Toast with a heaping portion of syrup and sprinkle of powdered sugar, as well as heavy cream to drink. I downed it all quickly, letting out a small burp. I blushed. I don't usually burp... do I? I'm not sure. "Do I.. have a job?" "Not right now, for now your job is to grow." "Am I doing a good job?" "The best. Now tell me, why do you like to grow?" "Because it's sexy." "Does it make you horny?" "Yes!" I reach down to touch myself lightly, on the outside of my clothes, and find it a challenging reach. Was it always this hard to reach?

"That is all I have planned for this morning" Jen said, "I have some other stops to make. I'll put on a movie for you and order you some lunch for an hour from now. I will see you again this evening"

She set me up a que of simple, colorfully animated movies. Once she was gone I couldn't help but jack off to my gain. I was huge! Bigger than anyone my height should be! So heavy my muscles could hardly haul me around! So fat that the rolls looked like they were going to melt off me.

So fat I couldn't see my feet if I tried, that I'd have to be careful what furniture I could use, I was fat enough to get stuck places! My wardrobe was gone. I looked nothing like my old self. No one would know me. I was wholely changed. So fast too, two days and my life would have a completely different trajectory now. Every aspect of my life would be affected. The way I moved. The clothes I wore. The activities I did and the places I could go. My restrictions would be great, and every one would remind me of how I had chosen this, the bulk of my body was a direct choice that I made purely out of lust. My kink was plastered to my whole body. I wore it in the most public possible way. It was like the most pristine bondage- never removable. Permenant in every realistic way. A shrine to hedonism. I reached my hand under my belly and bulging fupa, and fingered my needy hole. My arm quickly tired of holding back such a large pile of fat, so I humped a pillow and massaged my moobs. My whole body was soft and tender. I thought to myself with more clarify than I'd had since the night before, but all my thoughts still went to how ravenously horny I was at that moment. How I loved to eat and eat with no remorse or guilt. How I loved every square inch of my body. How erotic I found it that I was simply not strong enough to masturbate like I did before. I pulled up a selfie from last week on my phone and came to the sheer comparison.

I was broken out of my post-orgasm stupor by a knock at the door. I washed off my hands on the way to the door, collected my food, and headed back to my spot. I was likely not going to stray from this spot much anymore. Once the adrenaline wore off, the cloudy haze settled back over my mind, but not quite as heavily as before. The first dose was wearing off somewhat.

As I ate and blankly watched movies, I thought about my future. I was huge, and I was going to keep getting bigger. What would that look like for me? How would I do the things I needed to do? How would I care for myself? I loved this lifestyle I was settling into. Could I continue it? Could I dare to dream? It seemed too good to be true. Perhaps I would go back to work, but hazy days of movies and neverending food was roo good a life to let go of. It felt soooo good to be soft and fat, sitting and playing with my own belly. It was heaven. I wanted to repeat this moment every day. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to feed me and look after me... of course I had Jen, but she was just hired to do that, paid for by insurance, she didn't actually want to keep doing this, right?

I shook my head. It was all too hard. Too complicated. All I knew was that I loved food and growing big and I wanted to get to keep doing that with Jen for as long as possible.

She hadn't been joking around when she ordered me lunch, it was at least enough food for 8 people. Four milkshakes, 6 double burgers, 12 chicken strips, two large fries and a cheese curds. I ate slowly, working through all the food bit by bit. For the next four hours I ate, thinking about all the things I was too fat to do, and how hot and bothered that made me.

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At 6 pm Jen returned, and the first thing she did was inspect me carefully. I had eaten every bite of food, and had gained probably 10 lbs to show for it. Plus breakfast, that probably set me at 300 lbs now. My belly hung considerably over mu fupa now, and my legs were permenantly bowed out. My arms too were propped to the sides, and the upper arm became more pillowy with every meal. Even though because of too surgery my upper chest was small compared to the rest of my heavy laiden torso, even at my scars my moobs managed to hang. Less fat just gathered there than the rest of me, but even still I was thickening up. The point where the scar met my underarm made a bulge that creased and began to hang too. I was collecting masses of fat, new bulges and creases all over. As she looked over mu bulgenong form, I spoke a little nervously this time. "I think it's nearly time for my meds again, but I want to tell you while I'm relatively clear headed, I really like you, and I like you feeding me. I want to see how fat you can make me. I want you to make me as fat as you can."

"Oh YES piggy, I'm so glad you told me that, but we will soon see if you regret it. I will make you as fat as I possibly can, you can count on that."

"And..." I stammered, "I want you to know I would love for you to fuck me. I want you to remember that for when I'm stupid again, alright? You don't have to, but I want you to know you can..."

"Perhaps if you're an incredibly good piggy, I will reward you. It'll be our little secret. Motivation, if you will"

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Here is the beginning of a weight gain story I'm writing. I have turned off reblogs because this is definitely a Beta version and I don't want it spreading too far before I've finished and improved it, but I'd love feedback and tips/ideas! Completely original and very indulgent weight gain fic including intelligence loss and impossible medical care. Enjoy, let me know what you think!!

Then they called my name. My heart jumped, and I stood and followed a nurse to a room where I was weighed and my vitals were taken. After a few minutes, I met with doctor.

We went over goals with the operation, and risks. We also went over my desired result and other procedural options.

The plan for the actual operation was simple:

"Good thing I tried that," I thought, "I'll have to stop by the store tomorrow for another chair"

Then my stomach began to rumble.

I realized that with the elasticity drug already in my system, I could probably push my stomach farther than ever before.

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Next, in came the doctor, who repeated much of the information given the other day, and told me she would be attending to me over the course of the day. The next step was possibly the most important, because it would prepare my body for what was about to happen. The injections. Because they were to stimulate fat growth, I was given shots all over my body, focusing most on the places where I was most interested in fat accumulating. One in my double chin and each cheek, three in each of my upper arms and one in the forearms, one in each moob and five in a star on my belly. Two in each asscheek, one in each hip, three in each thigh and one in each calf. 30 shots. By this point I was giddy with excitement, and dazed and loopy from the medication. I smiled as the doctor put a feeding tube down my throat, and began to notice the warm full sensation of my belly being filled to bursting. But... it didnt stop. Because of my elasticity, my stomach could fit so much! For about five minutes I was pumped full, and then it stopped. That was the waiting part. For the next fifteen minutes I would wait for my body to process the nutrients. My stomach had bloated to something of an orb, but as I sat, the bloating turned to pure, soft fat. It was astounding, but I could watch and see it happen. My entire body was electric with tingling sensations. I was very conciously aware of every small change that my body made, all my nerves were extremely sensitive and my stretched skin felt overwhelmingly good. I caressed my belly with my hands. Incredible! It was not only bigger, it was substantially changed! Fortunately the clinic had put a large mirror beside the bed, because of course this was the type of procedure done here, and they knew people wanted to see their changes in real time. In the 20 minute cycle, I had added 10 lbs to my body! It was incredible to watch. This process repeated every 20 minutes, and at the end of the first hour I had gained 30 lbs. My moobs now hung over my dome of a belly, and my arms were substantially fatter. My ass sat wider on the bed, and I was absolutely memorized by my own softness. I turned on the food network on the hospital TV, and amused myself by playing with my new fat as I watched it grow.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel amazing."

"Any pain anywhere?"

"No ma'am"

"Do you have any concerns?"

"No, I feel well and read all the information, I am fine."

"How about you try to stand up for me"

I blushed. I scooted myself to the edge of the seat, and off into a standing position.

Incredible, I thought to myself, I can't see my feet at all. My belly hangs down a couple inches, and it didn't crease underneath at all before. Also my moobs hang! I turn a circle, looking in the mirror at my cellulite-riddled ass, and I can tell. I'm a certified fat guy!

The doctor smiled, watching my excitement.

The doctor chuckled a little at my effort, "Good. Good. That's just fine." She smiled.

"Now lift your arms out to your sides"

(Finish writing food section)

The doctor entered when the observation period was done, in order to give me a final check before discharging me.

"I have briefed your attending nurse that will be visiting your home, but I'd like to introduce you to her, so that you can get acquainted. This is Jen."

I immediately nodded, "I am certainly interested, what would it entail?"

"Yes, but what does it entail?"

"So you're saying if I take pills to make myself temporarily stupid, I'll get fat faster?"

"Precisely."

"Are there any side effects?"

"You promise I won't still be stupid once the drug is out of my system?"

I thought to myself, "that seems simple enough, I do want some time to think about it though."

"I can handle that, I appreciate you giving me flexible options with that. It seems really appealing, I just want to do a bit of research."

"How long does it take to get a mobility scooter preordered?"

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"Damn" I thought. "I'm so heavy." I breathed hard, leaning on the counter in my entryway. I knew tons of people were the weight I now was, and they moved about with relative ease, compared to me anyway. They'd gotten that way over several years of gaining. Their bodies had time to adapt. Mine was completely unused to this, and concequently it was all very hard. I entered, Kitchen to my right and couch to my left. I was breathing hard. Jen would be going over some physical therapy exercises with me tomorrow to get me used to my new body and retain mobility, but all the strain on me had left me exhausted .. This morning I had walked out the front door like it was nothing, it never even seemed like a task to move about my home, but that was different now. "Thank god I got everything ready ahead of time." Before heading to the living room I decided to get myself a tray of food first, I couldn't think about anything other than my starving belly. I grabbed two bags of chips, a tub of guacamole and a jar of queso from the fridge, and popped two frozen burritos into the microwave. I set all that on a tray with a 2 liter of Coke, and hobbled to set it on the tray table next to the couch, where I intended to spend the next several hours. "This food should last me a while" I chuckled. I was going to eat so much food this week.

I went to the app for the pharmacy chain nearby on my phone, and ordered the prescription for the drug we had discussed to be delivered later that afternoon.

"Hello,

Thank you for your help"

To be continued.

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