A little fantasy of mine

    I’ve taken my girlfriend out for a date night at an Italian place. She weighs more than I do- she’s well over 200 pounds- and I lead her inside.

    We get a booth and order drinks. We start looking at the menus. She looks over and frowns at me.

    “You’re nothing but skin and bones!” She proclaims as she pokes my little belly. “Why don’t we go all out with pasta for you- all the ravioli and spaghetti and mac-and-cheese you can eat!”

    She orders for me, and we wait for the food to arrive. She insists that I eat the bread provided for us, and I’m done with most of it as the food arrives.

    Not wanting to disappoint her, I dig in, quickly devouring the dishes of pasta set before me. When that serving is gone, she orders more, as well as another basket of bread. The second round of food is gone quickly, and then the third.

    By the fourth round, my belly is taunt against my dress. I sit back and moan, my hand rubbing my sore belly. My girlfriend leans over and rubs my belly with her hand. She pays for the food and we head back to the car, my stride now a slight waddle because of my newly added weight.

    She decides to drive us home, and I don’t comaplain as I collapse in the passenger seat, my hand still nursing my taunt belly.

    When we arrive home, she helps me inside and lays me down on our bed, and it’s no time at all before I slip into a food coma.

    I slowly awaken hours later. My dress from last night is still on me, so I sit up to slip it off. I notice that my bulging belly has now shrunk substantially, but not without leaving a bit of pudge on my midsection.

    I take my dress off and change into some lounge clothes as I walk downstairs. I’m greeted with the smell of food, fresh eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan.

    My girlfriend looks over to me with a smile. “Rise and shine, lovely!! We’re finally gonna start putting meat on those bones!!” I open my mouth to intereupt, but instead a fork full of pancakes is placed in my mouth. “Now eat up, darling!” She chimes as she gets back to work on the rest of the breakfast.

    The pancakes taste delicious. I can barely contain myself as I dig into the food spread out on the table. I go for seconds, thirds, and even fourths. Soon, my swollen belly begins to groan and I stop.

    My girlfriend leads me to the couch and sits me down, gently rubbing my aching and swollen stomach. I slip into another food induced sleep.

    My life begins to form a pattern of sleeping and eating, only stopping to wash myself every now and again. My pudge soon turns into a full-on belly. My thighs grow as well, and my boobs start to swell from a C cup to a D cup, and then a DD cup.

    I soon have to go out with my girlfriend to buy properly fitting clothes. She assured me that the clothing sizes are just due to the brand, and I’m not really a XL now.

    When I break a chair during lunch one day, she helps me up and guides me to the couch, finishing my meal there. I find that it’s much more comfortable to not have wood constantly cutting into my soft love handles, and I can more easily spread my legs to let my stomach hang.

    Soon, I outgrow my XL clothes, and I have to wear XXL, and it’s nearly a month before my size goes up again. My belly is hanging halfway to my knees. My thighs are getting huge, along with my flabby arms. I barely wear a bra anymore, because my shirt is usually so tight around them it keeps them in place.

    I soon have outgrown the couch, and I take permanent residence in our double bed. I’m fed at least six times a day, and each meal is larger than the last. I can barely move my homongous body without getting winded- taking a walk to the bathroom requires me to stop every minute or so to breathe.

    My girlfriend continues to rub my belly and feed me. She orders me custom clothes that last maybe two weeks before they burst from my ever-growing frame. She soon begins to funnel-feed me, claiming that it’s quicker and easier to feed me that way.

    I don’t complain- why would I? I’ve become an enormous blob, and I’m always hungry. I barely ever move from my spot on the bed. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to due to my sheer mass. I’m constantly fed, and my girlfriend takes pride in turning me from a little pudgy girl to a giant that almost takes up a full bed.

    We’re completely content, her feeding me, and I taking it all in and constantly growing. That is the life.

    Chubby Estates pt. 6

    I awoke one morning to the sound of my stomach growling. I was lying on my back, my boobs flopped to the side and my stomach sprawled out.

    I grunted and began the task of pulling myself up to a sitting position. In just a few weeks, I ha managed to gain over 200 pounds, sending me from 300 to 500. With every new hundred, I would gorge myself in sweet and fatty foods, stuffing myself silly.

    I could still smell the sweet treats as I heaved myself upright. My belly now sat on the mattress, my thighs spread out wide to make room. I could barely get myself to do anything else than sleep, eat, and watch tv. I kept my hair in a bun, because why worry about hair when all you can think of is food?

    I rubbed my massive flab sitting in front of me. My pants that they gave me at the start barely fit anymore, along with my shirt, so my belly poked out of it. I never wore any bras- it was highly unlikely they made bras big enough for my massive tits. These days, I jut squeezed them into my shirt, praying they would stay put.

    Just yesterday, I had a visit with Percy. They were less fat than I was- about 400 pounds- but the weight they did have looked excellent on them. I found myself constantly dreaming about her- wet dreams more than not. When I awoke from those, I had to hump my mattress or wait for Nancy if I wanted any satisfaction, since I couldn’t reach down there anymore due to the massive flab.

    Nancy continued feeding me from the machine, lengthening the sessions from one hour to two hours, just to watch me squirm and groan. The last time she did it, I broke the chair at the table- today would be my first feeding in bed.

    I would try to get up, but why would I bother? I would probably end up collapsing halfway there due to my sheer size. Most things requiring any sort of physical activity left me wheezing for the next ten minutes, and I would have to sit down to relieve my aching muscles.

    I was also starting to fill up my wheelchair- my belly pressed against the sides of it, making me have to rest my arms on my belly instead. People would constantly whisper about me whenever I entered the halls. “She’s getting so fat,” “I wish I could be her,” “she must weigh so much!”

    My last visit to the doctor was two weeks ago. I had to stand up from my wheelchair and waddle over to the scale. I weighed 514 lbs, but I barely noticed the number because I was still wheezing for air.

    I heard my stomach growl again. I rested my hand on it and pat it softly. I was hungry- where was my breakfast?”

    Nancy finally came into the room, barely pausing before stuffing the tube in my flabby mouth and switching on the machine. I closed my eyes and let the liquid flow straight to my gut, my belly sloshing as I started to be filled up. The bed creaked with every move I made, but I simply ignored it and let myself be succumb by the feeling of food.

    Chubby Estates pt. 5

    I told Nancy as soon as I could about my new weight gain goal. When she heard it, her eyes went wide.

    “Eight hundred in two months? That’s almost triple your current weight!! Are you certain you’d want to do this?”

    I nod my head, making my chins squish together. “I wanna be the biggest whale here!”

    Nancy clicked her tongue as she wheeled me into my room. “I’ll talk to the doctor,” she said as she helped pull me up from the chair for me to waddle to my bed. I sat down with a hard thud, then positioned myself to be lying down again. She handed me the bowl filled with chocolate, and I began to gorge myself again as she left the room.

    Two hours later, she came back into the room, wheeling a machine in behind her. It looked almost like a large vacuum, but the tank was filled with a white liquid.

    “I talked to the doctor,” Nancy said as she started to fiddle with the machine. “He told me that in order to get the desired weight in that short amount of time, your diet has to change.” She stopped fiddling with the machine to help me up, watching as I waddled over to my chair. “In order to do that, we’ve brought in this bad boy. Normally, we only use it on patients who are well over 600 pounds, but this is a special case.” She walked over with a tube, motioning for me to open my mouth. I obliged, and she stuck the end of the tube between my puffy lips. “This meal will give you several hundred calories per serving. You’ll be served this mixture four times a day for the next two months. By the end of it, you will have reached 800 pounds.” She flipped a switch on the machine.

    The white liquid started to go down the tube and enter my mouth. The liquid was warm, but not too warm, and somewhat savory. I swallowed it quickly, letting the liquid rush down my throat and into my stomach.

    An hour later, I was staring to feel bloated. My stomach was gurgling, and each move I made made the chair squeak underneath me. My stomach and love handles were pressing against the sides of the chair, making me grunt and groan.

    Nancy finally turned the machine off and walked over to me, taking the tube out of my mouth and beginning to rub my swollen belly. Her cool touch to my warm skin made me groan. I leaned back in the chair, causing it to creak under my new weight.

    “Let’s get you to bed,” she said as she helped me up on my feet. I could feel my stomach sloshing with the liquid. One labored step after another, I slowly waddled to the bed, my breathing labored as I collapsed on my back, making my belly wiggle.

    Nancy rubbed my belly and gave it a soft smack as she left the room. I soon drifted off to a deep sleep.

    I awoke a few hours later, and I yawned loudly. I positioned myself to sit up, and I did, but found it to feel different. I looked down at my stomach, and was astounded to see it.

    The tightness had dissolved completely into a few new pounds of pudge. My belly now rested comfortably on the mattress. I placed my hand on the pudge- my fingers had gotten chubbier, now only good for eating more than anything else. I could see that my thighs had also rounded out, and my boobs were beginning to sag over the side of my stomach.

    I shifted to the side of the bed and attempted to stand. I fell backward, my stomach jiggling with the effort. It took a few tries, but I managed to heave myself to my feet as I made my way toward the bathroom- I needed to freshen up.

    I caught sight of myself in the full-length bathroom mirror. My double chin was starting to turn into a triple chin, my lips open as I stood gasping for breath from the shot but laborous walk. I turned around; my ass was getting fatter and rounder, sagging a bit due to its own weight. I waddled over to the bathtub and began to run some water as I took off my clothes. My pants were starting to leave a red line over the fold of my stomach, and my shirt was starting to get stretched out over my large tits.

    I huffed as I haphazardly tossed my clothes to the side. I waddled over to the bathtub and took a moment to catch my breath. I swung one heavy leg over the side, grunting with the effort. I stood there a moment to catch my breath before I brought my other leg over. I slowly lowered myself into the bathtub- or I tried, because my fat ended up making me flop down into the tub, sloshing water out of the sides.

    I took a minute to close my eyes and catch my breath. At this rate, I would need a new tub. Maybe I could get one of those walk-in tubs I always see on those commercials? I finally opened my eyes and began to get to work washing my body.

    Once I was satisfied with my work, I placed my arms on the side and tried to lift myself out- only to find myself stuck. I grunted and tried again, but no success. I tried again, but only managed to slosh more water over the side of the tub.

    Luckily, I heard the door open. Nancy was here. She walked in and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh goodness gracious- you’re too big for the tub!!” She rushed over to take my arms and helped pull me up. I was finally able to stand, and she helped me heave myself out of the tub completely.

    “I guess you’ll need assistance now to bathe,” Nancy mused as she gave me a large towel. “It’s certainly a good thing I came when I did- otherwise you would have been stuck there!!”

    I didn’t reply as I waddled back to my bed, huffing all the while until I flopped down on the bed. It dawned on me that I was quickly losing mobility- the thought both excited as terrified me. But I was ready. I shifted my body back to my lounging position as I grabbed my bowl of junk food and started gorging once again.

    Chubby Estates pt. 5

    I told Nancy as soon as I could about my new weight gain goal. When she heard it, her eyes went wide.

    “Eight hundred in two months? That’s almost triple your current weight!! Are you certain you’d want to do this?”

    I nod my head, making my chins squish together. “I wanna be the biggest whale here!”

    Nancy clicked her tongue as she wheeled me into my room. “I’ll talk to the doctor,” she said as she helped pull me up from the chair for me to waddle to my bed. I sat down with a hard thud, then positioned myself to be lying down again. She handed me the bowl filled with chocolate, and I began to gorge myself again as she left the room.

    Two hours later, she came back into the room, wheeling a machine in behind her. It looked almost like a large vacuum, but the tank was filled with a white liquid.

    “I talked to the doctor,” Nancy said as she started to fiddle with the machine. “He told me that in order to get the desired weight in that short amount of time, your diet has to change.” She stopped fiddling with the machine to help me up, watching as I waddled over to my chair. “In order to do that, we’ve brought in this bad boy. Normally, we only use it on patients who are well over 600 pounds, but this is a special case.” She walked over with a tube, motioning for me to open my mouth. I obliged, and she stuck the end of the tube between my puffy lips. “This meal will give you several hundred calories per serving. You’ll be served this mixture four times a day for the next two months. By the end of it, you will have reached 800 pounds.” She flipped a switch on the machine.

    The white liquid started to go down the tube and enter my mouth. The liquid was warm, but not too warm, and somewhat savory. I swallowed it quickly, letting the liquid rush down my throat and into my stomach.

    An hour later, I was staring to feel bloated. My stomach was gurgling, and each move I made made the chair squeak underneath me. My stomach and love handles were pressing against the sides of the chair, making me grunt and groan.

    Nancy finally turned the machine off and walked over to me, taking the tube out of my mouth and beginning to rub my swollen belly. Her cool touch to my warm skin made me groan. I leaned back in the chair, causing it to creak under my new weight.

    “Let’s get you to bed,” she said as she helped me up on my feet. I could feel my stomach sloshing with the liquid. One labored step after another, I slowly waddled to the bed, my breathing labored as I collapsed on my back, making my belly wiggle.

    Nancy rubbed my belly and gave it a soft smack as she left the room. I soon drifted off to a deep sleep.

    I awoke a few hours later, and I yawned loudly. I positioned myself to sit up, and I did, but found it to feel different. I looked down at my stomach, and was astounded to see it.

    The tightness had dissolved completely into a few new pounds of pudge. My belly now rested comfortably on the mattress. I placed my hand on the pudge- my fingers had gotten chubbier, now only good for eating more than anything else. I could see that my thighs had also rounded out, and my boobs were beginning to sag over the side of my stomach.

    I shifted to the side of the bed and attempted to stand. I fell backward, my stomach jiggling with the effort. It took a few tries, but I managed to heave myself to my feet as I made my way toward the bathroom- I needed to freshen up.

    I caught sight of myself in the full-length bathroom mirror. My double chin was starting to turn into a triple chin, my lips open as I stood gasping for breath from the shot but laborous walk. I turned around; my ass was getting fatter and rounder, sagging a bit due to its own weight. I waddled over to the bathtub and began to run some water as I took off my clothes. My pants were starting to leave a red line over the fold of my stomach, and my shirt was starting to get stretched out over my large tits.

    I huffed as I haphazardly tossed my clothes to the side. I waddled over to the bathtub and took a moment to catch my breath. I swung one heavy leg over the side, grunting with the effort. I stood there a moment to catch my breath before I brought my other leg over. I slowly lowered myself into the bathtub- or I tried, because my fat ended up making me flop down into the tub, sloshing water out of the sides.

    I took a minute to close my eyes and catch my breath. At this rate, I would need a new tub. Maybe I could get one of those walk-in tubs I always see on those commercials? I finally opened my eyes and began to get to work washing my body.

    Once I was satisfied with my work, I placed my arms on the side and tried to lift myself out- only to find myself stuck. I grunted and tried again, but no success. I tried again, but only managed to slosh more water over the side of the tub.

    Luckily, I heard the door open. Nancy was here. She walked in and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh goodness gracious- you’re too big for the tub!!” She rushed over to take my arms and helped pull me up. I was finally able to stand, and she helped me heave myself out of the tub completely.

    “I guess you’ll need assistance now to bathe,” Nancy mused as she gave me a large towel. “It’s certainly a good thing I came when I did- otherwise you would have been stuck there!!”

    I didn’t reply as I waddled back to my bed, huffing all the while until I flopped down on the bed. It dawned on me that I was quickly losing mobility- the thought both excited as terrified me. But I was ready. I shifted my body back to my lounging position as I grabbed my bowl of junk food and started gorging once again.

    Chubby Estates pt. 4

    Three months have passed. I can barely keep track of time these days, what with the constant cycle of eating, sleeping, and repeating, with a few breaks for bathing and relieving myself.

    I’ve passed the three hundred mark several weeks ago- Nancy let me celebrate by eating almost my entire body weight in cakes, cookies, brownies, and other rich delicacies.

    I’m currently sitting in my bed, lazily eating chips as I watch some documentary about nature. My stomach is now hanging past my waist, and is almost touching the mattress. My thighs and breasts have become substantially bigger, and there’s flab forming under my arms. My one chin has multiplied into two, and every time I waddle over to the bathroom to bathe, I can see stretch marks covering my stomach and ass.

    Nancy has fed me every day, three times a day, on the spot. I’m allowed to nap and eat between meals, but I can’t do much walking, because, as Nancy says, “we want to keep our customers nice and full!!”

    Nancy comes in without warning, starting me so much that I almost drop my bag of chips.

    “Guess what??” She says in a sing-song voice as she walks over to my bed. “Today you get to meet some other fatties!! We know it must be so lonely up here all by yourself, so I’ll be taking you downstairs to the lobby. How doe that sound??”

    I stick my pudgy thumb up, my other hand busy stuffing my face with chips.

    Nancy giggles and walks over to my bedside. “Now let’s get going!”

    Nancy helps me sit up, then helps me shuffle over to the side of the bed. These days, even doing this can leave me huffing and puffing for air. I take a moment to catch my breath before Nancy helps heave me up to my feet. I waddle over to the wheelchair and sit down, the metal slightly creaking under my weight. I’m starting to quickly fill out the chair, and it may not be very long until I’m too big for it.

    Nancy wheels me to the elevator as I continue stuffing my face full with chips. I pout when I reach my hand in and I only find crumbs. Nancy takes the empty bag as I start licking the salt and grease off of my pudgy fingers.

    The elevator arrives at the ground floor, and she wheels me over to a countertop where two other people are. One of them is so large that he takes up the entire wheelchair, his fat spilling over the sides as it creaks and groans with every move he makes. He’s stuffing his face full with cream pies and slurping down a thick milkshake.

    The other person sitting there is a person who seems to only weigh a few pounds more than I do. Their short black hair perfectly accents their round and chubby face. They are currently drinking a milkshake as well, the liquid filling up her fat cheeks.

    The second person notices me first, and they lift a chubby hand to wave to me. “Hey,” they say in a soft voice. “I’m Percy. What’s your name?”

    “Victoria,” I say as I stare at their large body. Their curves fit them in all the right places, and their belly sits on their lap. Their shirt is messy, no doubt from the milkshake they’ve been supplied with.

    I then look over to the large male and tap his shoulder. “Hi,” I say with a smile. The man looks at me and grunts something before continuing to stuff his face full of food.

    “Ignore him,” Percy says as they put down the empty glass. “Victor is a well-known guy here- dude weighs over 700 pounds, and is one of the heaviest here.”

    The man standing behind the counter supplies me and Percy with a milkshake each. I take mine as Percy takes theirs. We begin to drink in silence, broken by the occasional burp or tummy gurgle from one of us.

    I finsh mine first, and I set the glass down as a loud belch leaves me. Percy’s eyebrows go up as she looks at the empty glass. “Damn, you raced through that like it was your last meal.”

    I chuckle and sit back in my chair, patting the top of my stomach. “Well, the more you eat, the more you get, y’know?”

    “What’s your goal?” Percy asks as they set their now empty glass on the counter.

    “Six hundred at the end of six months,” I say as I take my next shake. “I’m at month two and a half, and I’m halfway there!”

    “With an appetite like that, you could be so much bigger!” Percy exclaims as they take their fresh milkshake. “Why, I bet you could get to eight hundred in the next two months!”

    Eight hundred in two months?? That sounds like a y’all order, even for me. I think about it as I sip from my shake. So far, gaining has been an easygoing process. I eat, I sleep, and I repeat. Three hundred pounds came pretty simply, but nearly tripling that in the same time? That could be a challenge.

    “I think you should do it,” Percy said with a slight burp. “You could even get in the hall of fame for the most gaining.”

    That sounded like a good idea. I put my empty glass down and nodded, feeling the folds of my chin move with my head. “I accept!!”

    (Part three here: https://feedeegirlfantasticblog.tumblr.com/post/177398089674/chubby-estates-pt-2)

    Chubby Estates, pt. 3

    Two weeks has gone by, and already I can feel myself becoming closer and closer to my goal weight. I’m fed three times a day, with plenty of snacks and naps in between meals. I’m given the little pink pill after every meal; by the time I wake up, I’m always starving for food.

    I can already tell changes to my physique. My once two hundred pound frame has swelled by at least ten pounds. I can see stretch marks beginning to form at my waist and thighs.

    One day, Nancy comes in during my afternoon snack. I look up, my hand currently full of chocolate.

    “Come with me!” She requests as she takes out the wheelchair. “Today’s the day of your first physical!”

    I nod and begin the process of getting up out of bed. The task isn’t as easy now, since I’m not used to having fifty extra pounds on my middle. Nancy helps me up and guides me to the wheelchair. I sit down and she wheels me out of the room.

    A few minutes later, we stop at a room at the end of the hallway marked as the “EXAMINATION ROOM.” The door slides open, and I am wheeled in. “Oh Doctor Yersten!!” Nancy calls. “We have a new patient for you!!”

    The room looks like a normal doctor’s examination room. A bed sits against the wall, and medical equipment lines the wall beside it. There’s a scale with a measuring tape looped around it, and a height stick is beside it.

    A man dressed in a white coat appears from behind the bed. “Ah, of course!” He says, and walks over. The doctor appears to be close to four hundred pounds himself, his brown hair slicked back over his head and glasses framing his pudgy face. “Let’s start the examination,” he says as I’m helped up out of the chair and led to the scale.

    I step up on the scales. The numbers on it quickly go past two hundred. The final weight reads: 278 lbs.

    I’ve gained over fifty pounds in just two weeks?? Wow, this place really was the resort of my dreams.

    The doctor takes the measuring tape and wraps it around my belly. He writes down the number and has me sat down on the examination table.

    “So right now, you are on a diet of five pounds a day, or roughly 18000 calories per day. You seem to be taking it well- your weight is accurate for someone who wishes to gain this amount of weight in this particular time period. Now, I see you’re being given your medicine after every meal- that’s good, we want our guests to enjoy every meal that they have. Now, in the next few weeks, you may find yourself getting more drowsy than before- it’s just the effect of your current food intake. You should have most mobility until you reach the five hundred pound point- when you reach that, we’ll start fitting you with some ways to further mobility, such as a mobility scooter or walkers. And we’ll be sure to get you shoes that’ll put less stress on the soles of your feet due to the weight.”

    I just stare at him as all of this is spoken to me. I have only fantasized about reaching the limit of mobility- and by the looks of things, it would come to me quickly enough. I suddenly hear my belly start to growl, and I place my hand on it as I blush faintly.

    “Well, it looks like it’s time for dinner!!” Nancy interrupts as she helps me down from the table and into the wheelchair. “Thank you again, Doctor!”

    “One more thing,” he adds as he hands Nancy a slip of paper. “Inform me when she reaches three hundred pounds- we’ll put her on medication that will strengthen her heart and digestive tract, so she doesn’t lose any weight or have any health risks.”

    Nancy nods and takes the paper as I’m wheeled out of the room. My mouth starts to water at the very thought of food. What could it be tonight? I’ll know once I’m back to my room.

    (Part 2 here: https://feedeegirlfantasticblog.tumblr.com/post/177397635154/chubby-estates-pt-1)

    Chubby Estates, pt. 1

    The car comes to a stop as I drive up to a large building with a large gate. I roll down my window to look at the person sitting at the security desk. The person sitting there is a slightly chubby man snacking on a donut covered in chocolate frosting.

    “Name?” He says in between bites.

    “Victoria Wesley,” I say, handing him my credit card, which he takes in his chubby and sticky fingers. He swipes it onto a machine and hands it back to me, along with a pamphlet and a marker to hang on my rear-view mirror.

    “Enjoy your stay,” he says as the gates open. I nod as a thanks and drive inside.

    I’m here at this resort for one reason: to get as fat as possible. My current weight is 234 pounds, which looks tiny on my 5’8” frame. I park my car in the drive-in area. I’m about to step inside when someone taps on my window.

    Standing outside of my car is a woman in a knee-length magenta dress. Her blond curls accent her slightly chubby face perfectly. She opens the door and leans down to smile to me.

    “We are so glad you made it, Victoria!” She says with a bright smile. “I’m Nancy, and I’ll be your personal assistant for the duration of your stay. How long will you be here?” She asks.

    “Six months,” I reply. “I want to get to at least 600 pounds, maybe more.”

    “Well, That is one mighty goal!!” She chirps.

    I chuckle as I stand up from the car. Beside Nancy sits a wheelchair that appeared to be able to hold at least triple my current weight.

    “This will be how you get around for the duration of your stay,” Nancy informs me as she leads me to the chair. I sit down, and she rolls me inside.

    Inside the lobby are tons of people, varying in many different weights. Most of them have on sweatpants and a shirt. Some of them are lounging about and being fed by their assistant; some are chatting with each other, comparing their massive bellies with one another; and some are asleep in lounge chairs, having their bloated bellies rubbed.

    In no time, I’m wheeled from the ground floor to my floor in the third floor. The room is as luxurious as I had hoped. A massive bed sits in the middle of the room, a tv opposite of it. The doorways are huge, and I can see a large bathtub in the bathroom.

    Nancy wheels me over to the bed, and I get up and sit on the side of it. She goes to the closet and opens it, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a shirt like those downstairs had been wearing.

    “You’ll be wearing these for the duration of your stay,” she informs me. “We’ll be keeping your old clothes until the end of your stay. If at any time you feel in need of assistant, press the button on the wall and I will come to assist you. Once you reach the five hundred mark, however, I will be with you ninety percent of the time, except for when you use the bathroom.”

    I nod quietly. This place feels like some sort of dream, and I’m scared that if I think too hard, I’ll wake up.

    Nancy nods and heads toward the door. “Enjoy your stay!!” She chirps as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

    I change out of my old clothes into the clothes she had given to me. The shirt completely engulfs my small frame, and I have to tie the elastic of my pants into a tight knot for them to stay on my waist.

    I look over to my side. There’s a bowl at the side of the bed, filled with candy bars of all different kinds, and beside that sits a can of whipped cream.

    I take the bowl and set it on my lap as I turn on the tv, letting myself pig out on the candy as I watch different reality tv programs.

    Life at Chubby Estates will be the dream.

    Chubby Estates, pt. 2

    I awaken to the sound of knocking on my door. I groan and sit up, softly massaging my belly. I ended up feeding myself full of sweets and cream until I passed out; now my belly is feeling pudgier and wrappers are strewn all around me.

    Before I can go answer, Nancy opens the door. “Good morning!” She chirps as she scans the area around me. “My my, someone has a sweet tooth!!”

    I simply groan and fall back into the mattress, my hand resting on my belly. “So stuffed,” I groan as a burp leaves me.

    “Well, hopefully you’re not too stuffed!” Nancy says as she leaves the room. She comes back in, wheeling a giant cart filled to the brim with breakfast foods of all kinds- pancakes, sausages, cinnamon rolls, and milk.

    My eyebrows lift as I sit up in bed. “Wow….”

    Nancy giggles as she pulls out the chair from a nearby table, motioning for me to come sit. I do as requested- the chair has room in it, but probably not enough for someone a few hundred pounds heavier than I am.

    Nancy sets the plate of pancakes on the table. “Now, eat up!” She coaxes as she rubs my shoulders. I take my fork and begin instantly digging into the pancakes. That plate is gone in no time, and it’s soon replaced with another plate of food.

    Soon, half of the cart is gone. I groan and sit back, the chair creaking from underneath me. My belly is round and taunt, and I rub it, gently kneading the fat with my fingers.

    Nancy comes over and begins to massage my belly, earning a groan from me. “Now, you can’t stop eating now!” She says, going to grab another plate. “Here, I’ll feed you the rest.”

    I don’t have the energy to speak, so I open my mouth as she guides a fork full of food into my mouth. I chew it and swallow, then she gives me more.

    We sit like this- her massaging my belly and feeding me as I groan and continue to eat- for at least thirty minutes. She finally stops and glances at the cart. “And you are done!! Wow, over 17,000 calories all in one meal!! That’s five pounds of food!!”

    I groan and cover my mouth as a loud belch leaves me. Nancy giggles and sits up, offering me her hand. I stand, loosening my pants in the process. I feel like I’m walking in slow motion, my belly taunt underneath my shirt. She guides me back to the bed and I lay down, soon slipping fast asleep.

    I wake up hours later once again to a knock at my door. I sit up, my hand going to my belly. It feels softer than before, and not as swollen. Nancy enters once again, bringing a cart of food with her. “Time for lunch!!!”

    This time, I waddle to the chair and let her feed me entirely. I’m barely able to eat everything- another five pounds of food consumed in one meal.

    The same thing happens again for dinner, but this time, I feel like I’m starving. I force food into my mouth at an alarming rate, and the food is gone in less than thirty minutes.

    “Such an appetite!” Nancy cheers as she pats my swollen belly. “Oh! And before I forget…” she hands me a little pink pill. I look at her, eyebrow raised.

    “That little pill will help you feel hungry!” She explains with a smile. “So you can eat more and you’ll still be hungry!!”

    I nod and take the pill before I’m helped into bed. “Snug as a bug,” Nancy says as she leaves the room. I find myself soon drifting off, and I dream only of food and seeing myself becoming a huge sack of lard.

    (Part one is here: https://feedeegirlfantasticblog.tumblr.com/post/177397139489/chubby-estates-pt-1 )

    Chubby Estates, pt. 1

    The car comes to a stop as I drive up to a large building with a large gate. I roll down my window to look at the person sitting at the security desk. The person sitting there is a slightly chubby man snacking on a donut covered in chocolate frosting.

    “Name?” He says in between bites.

    “Victoria Wesley,” I say, handing him my credit card, which he takes in his chubby and sticky fingers. He swipes it onto a machine and hands it back to me, along with a pamphlet and a marker to hang on my rear-view mirror.

    “Enjoy your stay,” he says as the gates open. I nod as a thanks and drive inside.

    I’m here at this resort for one reason: to get as fat as possible. My current weight is 234 pounds, which looks tiny on my 5’8” frame. I park my car in the drive-in area. I’m about to step inside when someone taps on my window.

    Standing outside of my car is a woman in a knee-length magenta dress. Her blond curls accent her slightly chubby face perfectly. She opens the door and leans down to smile to me.

    “We are so glad you made it, Victoria!” She says with a bright smile. “I’m Nancy, and I’ll be your personal assistant for the duration of your stay. How long will you be here?” She asks.

    “Six months,” I reply. “I want to get to at least 600 pounds, maybe more.”

    “Well, That is one mighty goal!!” She chirps.

    I chuckle as I stand up from the car. Beside Nancy sits a wheelchair that appeared to be able to hold at least triple my current weight.

    “This will be how you get around for the duration of your stay,” Nancy informs me as she leads me to the chair. I sit down, and she rolls me inside.

    Inside the lobby are tons of people, varying in many different weights. Most of them have on sweatpants and a shirt. Some of them are lounging about and being fed by their assistant; some are chatting with each other, comparing their massive bellies with one another; and some are asleep in lounge chairs, having their bloated bellies rubbed.

    In no time, I’m wheeled from the ground floor to my floor in the third floor. The room is as luxurious as I had hoped. A massive bed sits in the middle of the room, a tv opposite of it. The doorways are huge, and I can see a large bathtub in the bathroom.

    Nancy wheels me over to the bed, and I get up and sit on the side of it. She goes to the closet and opens it, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a shirt like those downstairs had been wearing.

    “You’ll be wearing these for the duration of your stay,” she informs me. “We’ll be keeping your old clothes until the end of your stay. If at any time you feel in need of assistant, press the button on the wall and I will come to assist you. Once you reach the five hundred mark, however, I will be with you ninety percent of the time, except for when you use the bathroom.”

    I nod quietly. This place feels like some sort of dream, and I’m scared that if I think too hard, I’ll wake up.

    Nancy nods and heads toward the door. “Enjoy your stay!!” She chirps as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

    I change out of my old clothes into the clothes she had given to me. The shirt completely engulfs my small frame, and I have to tie the elastic of my pants into a tight knot for them to stay on my waist.

    I look over to my side. There’s a bowl at the side of the bed, filled with candy bars of all different kinds, and beside that sits a can of whipped cream.

    I take the bowl and set it on my lap as I turn on the tv, letting myself pig out on the candy as I watch different reality tv programs.

    Life at Chubby Estates will be the dream.

    A little fantasy of mine

    I’ve taken my girlfriend out for a date night at an Italian place. She weighs more than I do- she’s well over 200 pounds- and I lead her inside.

    We get a booth and order drinks. We start looking at the menus. She looks over and frowns at me.

    “You’re nothing but skin and bones!” She proclaims as she pokes my little belly. “Why don’t we go all out with pasta for you- all the ravioli and spaghetti and mac-and-cheese you can eat!”

    She orders for me, and we wait for the food to arrive. She insists that I eat the bread provided for us, and I’m done with most of it as the food arrives.

    Not wanting to disappoint her, I dig in, quickly devouring the dishes of pasta set before me. When that serving is gone, she orders more, as well as another basket of bread. The second round of food is gone quickly, and then the third.

    By the fourth round, my belly is taunt against my dress. I sit back and moan, my hand rubbing my sore belly. My girlfriend leans over and rubs my belly with her hand. She pays for the food and we head back to the car, my stride now a slight waddle because of my newly added weight.

    She decides to drive us home, and I don’t comaplain as I collapse in the passenger seat, my hand still nursing my taunt belly.

    When we arrive home, she helps me inside and lays me down on our bed, and it’s no time at all before I slip into a food coma.

    I slowly awaken hours later. My dress from last night is still on me, so I sit up to slip it off. I notice that my bulging belly has now shrunk substantially, but not without leaving a bit of pudge on my midsection.

    I take my dress off and change into some lounge clothes as I walk downstairs. I’m greeted with the smell of food, fresh eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan.

    My girlfriend looks over to me with a smile. “Rise and shine, lovely!! We’re finally gonna start putting meat on those bones!!” I open my mouth to intereupt, but instead a fork full of pancakes is placed in my mouth. “Now eat up, darling!” She chimes as she gets back to work on the rest of the breakfast.

    The pancakes taste delicious. I can barely contain myself as I dig into the food spread out on the table. I go for seconds, thirds, and even fourths. Soon, my swollen belly begins to groan and I stop.

    My girlfriend leads me to the couch and sits me down, gently rubbing my aching and swollen stomach. I slip into another food induced sleep.

    My life begins to form a pattern of sleeping and eating, only stopping to wash myself every now and again. My pudge soon turns into a full-on belly. My thighs grow as well, and my boobs start to swell from a C cup to a D cup, and then a DD cup.

    I soon have to go out with my girlfriend to buy properly fitting clothes. She assured me that the clothing sizes are just due to the brand, and I’m not really a XL now.

    When I break a chair during lunch one day, she helps me up and guides me to the couch, finishing my meal there. I find that it’s much more comfortable to not have wood constantly cutting into my soft love handles, and I can more easily spread my legs to let my stomach hang.

    Soon, I outgrow my XL clothes, and I have to wear XXL, and it’s nearly a month before my size goes up again. My belly is hanging halfway to my knees. My thighs are getting huge, along with my flabby arms. I barely wear a bra anymore, because my shirt is usually so tight around them it keeps them in place.

    I soon have outgrown the couch, and I take permanent residence in our double bed. I’m fed at least six times a day, and each meal is larger than the last. I can barely move my homongous body without getting winded- taking a walk to the bathroom requires me to stop every minute or so to breathe.

    My girlfriend continues to rub my belly and feed me. She orders me custom clothes that last maybe two weeks before they burst from my ever-growing frame. She soon begins to funnel-feed me, claiming that it’s quicker and easier to feed me that way.

    I don’t complain- why would I? I’ve become an enormous blob, and I’m always hungry. I barely ever move from my spot on the bed. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to due to my sheer mass. I’m constantly fed, and my girlfriend takes pride in turning me from a little pudgy girl to a giant that almost takes up a full bed.

    We’re completely content, her feeding me, and I taking it all in and constantly growing. That is the life.

    A little fantasy of mine

    I’ve taken my girlfriend out for a date night at an Italian place. She weighs more than I do- she’s well over 200 pounds- and I lead her inside.

    We get a booth and order drinks. We start looking at the menus. She looks over and frowns at me.

    “You’re nothing but skin and bones!” She proclaims as she pokes my little belly. “Why don’t we go all out with pasta for you- all the ravioli and spaghetti and mac-and-cheese you can eat!”

    She orders for me, and we wait for the food to arrive. She insists that I eat the bread provided for us, and I’m done with most of it as the food arrives.

    Not wanting to disappoint her, I dig in, quickly devouring the dishes of pasta set before me. When that serving is gone, she orders more, as well as another basket of bread. The second round of food is gone quickly, and then the third.

    By the fourth round, my belly is taunt against my dress. I sit back and moan, my hand rubbing my sore belly. My girlfriend leans over and rubs my belly with her hand. She pays for the food and we head back to the car, my stride now a slight waddle because of my newly added weight.

    She decides to drive us home, and I don’t comaplain as I collapse in the passenger seat, my hand still nursing my taunt belly.

    When we arrive home, she helps me inside and lays me down on our bed, and it’s no time at all before I slip into a food coma.

    I slowly awaken hours later. My dress from last night is still on me, so I sit up to slip it off. I notice that my bulging belly has now shrunk substantially, but not without leaving a bit of pudge on my midsection.

    I take my dress off and change into some lounge clothes as I walk downstairs. I’m greeted with the smell of food, fresh eggs and bacon sizzling in a pan.

    My girlfriend looks over to me with a smile. “Rise and shine, lovely!! We’re finally gonna start putting meat on those bones!!” I open my mouth to intereupt, but instead a fork full of pancakes is placed in my mouth. “Now eat up, darling!” She chimes as she gets back to work on the rest of the breakfast.

    The pancakes taste delicious. I can barely contain myself as I dig into the food spread out on the table. I go for seconds, thirds, and even fourths. Soon, my swollen belly begins to groan and I stop.

    My girlfriend leads me to the couch and sits me down, gently rubbing my aching and swollen stomach. I slip into another food induced sleep.

    My life begins to form a pattern of sleeping and eating, only stopping to wash myself every now and again. My pudge soon turns into a full-on belly. My thighs grow as well, and my boobs start to swell from a C cup to a D cup, and then a DD cup.

    I soon have to go out with my girlfriend to buy properly fitting clothes. She assured me that the clothing sizes are just due to the brand, and I’m not really a XL now.

    When I break a chair during lunch one day, she helps me up and guides me to the couch, finishing my meal there. I find that it’s much more comfortable to not have wood constantly cutting into my soft love handles, and I can more easily spread my legs to let my stomach hang.

    Soon, I outgrow my XL clothes, and I have to wear XXL, and it’s nearly a month before my size goes up again. My belly is hanging halfway to my knees. My thighs are getting huge, along with my flabby arms. I barely wear a bra anymore, because my shirt is usually so tight around them it keeps them in place.

    I soon have outgrown the couch, and I take permanent residence in our double bed. I’m fed at least six times a day, and each meal is larger than the last. I can barely move my homongous body without getting winded- taking a walk to the bathroom requires me to stop every minute or so to breathe.

    My girlfriend continues to rub my belly and feed me. She orders me custom clothes that last maybe two weeks before they burst from my ever-growing frame. She soon begins to funnel-feed me, claiming that it’s quicker and easier to feed me that way.

    I don’t complain- why would I? I’ve become an enormous blob, and I’m always hungry. I barely ever move from my spot on the bed. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to due to my sheer mass. I’m constantly fed, and my girlfriend takes pride in turning me from a little pudgy girl to a giant that almost takes up a full bed.

    We’re completely content, her feeding me, and I taking it all in and constantly growing. That is the life.

    mochiibabiifeedii

    Not sure who else to tell about this so here i go. I had a dream where i was you and your feeder's housemate or smth but mostly we kept our lives separate, you did your thing and i did mine, except for a brief bit where you asked me if i had any grilled cheese, so i grilled you a cheese. Nothing else to say except keep winning at life!

    Great...now I want a grilled cheese 🙈

    bigfatdaydreams

    Theres a scenario with you I cant seem to get out of my head because you're the perfect little cutie to fill the role in my mind. I've always been really into the idea of bringing someone over atleast seven hundred pounds on an airplane (maybe to take them to some sort of infinifat convention). Let me walk you through what turns me on about it.

  • Getting you all dressed up in the morning in the cutest clothes we can find in a ~7XL, but when we add the finishing touch -your boarding pass on a bedazzled lanyard- your neck is too big to fit without risking a windpipe injury, so we have to tie it to your scooter (because who would risk not letting you show off your newest accessory like that)
  • Loading you into the trunk, and even though it's been so long since you've left the house, you're not nervous at the moment. Because you're proud of how fat you've gotten and hope everyone who drives behind us gets to see that
  • When we pass the smoking section outside, your weak little fatty lungs cant handle being near it, so you wheeze your cute little wheeze
  • The double automatic doors at the airport are the first doors you've fit through without immense resistance in as long as you can remeber, and a little part of you misses the struggle, but you know that theres gonna be some tight squeezes ahead, so you're not let down
  • When I tell the desk clerk that we got 7 seats (2 rows of 3 for you, and one for skinny little me), she has to check if that's even allowed, because she's never seen someone so big
  • Customs has to take you into another room to search you, since you didnt stand a chance at fitting though the metal detectors. They bring you aside to check under your rolls, but not without me there because I'll keep you safe from anyone being mean to you
  • The airline makes an exception and you get to board before the veterans and other disabled people because they know that theres no way you can get onto your section of seats without being hoisted by the whole cabin crew (and then some)
  • During the flight, you order so much food (at my expense, because I'll always take care of you) that the flight attendants run out of everything that isn't kale salad.
  • When they warn you that food supply on the plane is getting low, all you do is ask if they have any beer, because you're too big to get drunk on less than 12 beers, and you hope the calories can satiate you (spoiler alert, they can't)
  • When you're not busy eating, I'm telling you stories of what it was like for me to go alone last year (I was looking for a feedee, but thankfully I found you soon after) and you're so thankful that your reward for hitting that milestone was this trip, because we both know that at this pace, next year you may not be alive to travel
  • When the seatbelt alert goes off, I have to get up and wrap the 8 connected seatbelt extenders I was able to scrounge up together, but even then its hard to find the buckles under your rolls
  • During the turbulence, your whole body jiggles so much that you're not recognizable as the cutie you were this morning, because all you look like is an undulating pool of lard, running over a whole section of seats
  • When the flight lands, you get impatient waiting for everyone else to get off first, but I keep you busy with the packs of cookies I kept in my carry-on. You always appreciate how I can anticipate my precious little piggy's hunger
  • Getting you off the plane is thankfully easier than getting you on because it's a down ramp, and at your size, it was basically a roller coaster (although you don't much remeber what it's like to go on a real one, because before I came along, it took a while to get this expansive)
  • As a reward, you get as much as you want from the airport McDonalds, and even compared to the middle school soccer team they served before, yours is by far the biggest order of the day
  • The shuttle driver bringing us from the airport to the convention hall mentions to you as a joke that you should "cut back on the calories a litte" but you can proudly tell him you will do no such thing, because this experience cemented your idea that fatter is always more fun
  • (Bonus, at the hotel, since we know you'd break the bed, you have to sleep on the floor. Thankfully I remebered to fit up to a half hour of trying to get you off the floor into my schedule before your first (of as many as you want) breakfast)

    -🍩 (I hope you like it. I've been thinking about it alot and cant wait to see how you feel about this idea)

    oh wow! this is really cool and good and hot! if you don’t mind, let me add on some ideas about the world you’re proposing, where they have infinifat conventions

  • infinifat conventions are indeed a thing in this world; they’re attended by very fat people, admirers of such fat people, people who want to be that fat, and people who want to make someone so fat.
  • they have panels about just about every aspect of being morbidly obese and cater them to the different kinds of audience who come
  • for example, there’s a panel called “Your 600 Pound Life”, where people who are less than that coveted 600 pounds come to hear those who are 600+ pounds talk about what their lives are like and gives them an idea of what to expect
  • meanwhile, there are panels where feeders talk about the best way to fatten up their feedees. Infinifats with specific diets come to talk about their diets and how they’ve gotten themselves so profoundly fat.
  • there are vendors who sell super plus size clothes. this is where infinifats get most of their cute clothes and lingerie. because of course they sell sexy items alongside regular clothes
  • pretty much all the fat people are on mobility scooters, whether or not they’d usually use one, because being at a convention is going to take a LOT of stamina for someone of that weight, or even someone aspiring to become that weight who isn’t lucky to be so fat yet. and besides, do they really want to do something like WALKING, which wastes calories?
  • the darker side of this fetish manifests in a couple of ways: for the mental and emotional side of it, there are also support groups for deathfats who love how fat they are but who miss some of the freedoms afforded by not trying to be roughly the size of a hippopotamus. there are also grief support groups for those whose feedees have recently died from their fetish (just because your partner died the hottest death imaginable doesn’t mean you don’t feel anything). 
  • and perhaps the darkest part of all: it seems like, every year, at least one person dies. it’s always something like having a heart attack, succumbing to a (fat-related) pre-existing condition, common ways for fat people to die. it isn’t usually in public in front of people, although there was that one time someone made a joke that was funny enough for an 800-pound attendant on oxygen tanks to laugh so hard that she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. half the people refuse to acknowledge the deaths. the other half hold up the people who die while attending the con as heroes or martyrs or examples or whatever you’d like to call them.
  • also, because we’ve learned this from the pandemic: when people get too fat to travel, they can join panels through Zoom and lead very informative discussions about what it’s like to be housebound.
  • idk those were just the immediate thoughts elicited by your suggestion