{"sf1_id":1077813,"sf2_id":"AnKYjaVe","title":"G R O W","author":"deltacoon","words":523,"posted_at":"2016-09-25T06:08:00.000Z","tags":["Fat","Gaining","Obese","Unhealthy","Weight gain","addiction","feeder","gainer"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1077813-g-r-o-w","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKYjaVe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/47/15/4715cde2-caf6-4eb4-a621-9efda6ba6860","description":"the darkness was always there, it was just a matter of letting it take control.\n515 Words\n[Musings on an unraveling into obesity.]","content":"[http://www.furaffinity.net/user/deltacoon/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/deltacoon/)\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; [https://deltacoon.sofurry.com/](https://deltacoon.sofurry.com/)\n\n* * *\nHave you ever eaten so much it kinda hurts to breathe?\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe would ask it over a drink.\u0026nbsp;\n\nCasually. As your cheeks flushed and you nervously tugged at your one-size-too-small shirt.\n\nAs if everyone discusses weight as brashly.\n\nDrinks would turn into late night pizza.\n\nMaybe a few burgers.\n\nWell when you'd get to that point - groaning and feeling as though puking is the only solution, the nice, charming guy you met at the bar would sort of take a back seat...\n\nHis real self would appear. Just as the evening had unfurled itself.\n\nAnd every waking moment until he left for the airport or train station would be designed to keep you at that point.\n\nAnd you think you can make it. Just ride through the pain, squirming, and panting... but the secret is once you hit that for several days your body goes 'this is the new normal' and you begin to crave that fullness.\n\nSo he's gone. He's heading home and all you can think about is keeping yourself at that point.\n\nPhone calls and texts go unanswered.\n\nWork suffers.\n\nLife seems like it's muted.\u0026nbsp;\n\nGrayed out.\n\nEach meal is super sized. Drive thru employees always give you two... Then three sets of cutlery.\n\nObviously the meal is for more than you. Even at your size. Right? No one could eat that much.\n\nExcept you.\n\nThe glutton.\n\nThe slave to your stomach.\n\nAs soon as you move from the window your paw is in a bag.\n\nGrabbing for whatever it can find. Nutritional labels and warnings don't exist to you anymore.\n\nJust a constant urge to be full.\n\nThe spare cutlery joins all the other extemporaneous plasticware on the floor of your shrinking car.\n\nYour paw is back in the bag. Desperate for more.\n\nGorge.\u0026nbsp;\n\nChew.\u0026nbsp;\n\nPant.\u0026nbsp;\n\nPass out.\u0026nbsp;\n\nWake up and do it over again.\n\nAnd he would come back and visit a few months later and wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't even get out of bed without a paw or two.\n\nThose talented paws pressed into your back fat to try to stabilize you enough that you could pretend to be anything less than elephantine...\u0026nbsp;\n\nPorcine.\n\nImmobilized.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough his paws once again knead and squeeze physically they were always there.\u0026nbsp;\n\nGuiding your own paws into bags and cartons. His grasp on you ushering you to your eventual prison.\n\nWhere you find yourself now.\n\nStuck.\n\nTrapped.\n\nJust imagine at that size you'd feel the need to get constantly.\n\nYet you'd be helpless to do anything about it.\n\nJust way too much weight to even get at it anymore.\n\nAnd the endless horniness would just make you want more food. And just a little bit more... and more...\n\nThat's the only way you could get off at that point:\n\nExceptional fullness.\n\nShock over your gluttony.\n\nThe stares if you ever managed to make it outside again.\n\nAnd then it would be what happens first: he finds your member and jostles your body until you explode or you pass out from fullness.\n\nHis money is always gonna be on the latter.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}