I love the idea of Zayne having a mental crisis over gaining more weight than he initially intended.
Like, one day he canāt fit into any of his clothes, when just last week he could still squeeze into a couple larger outfits.
Curious and more than a little cautious, he steps on his scale and finds that even when sucking in his stomach, he can no longer read the number.
With a sinking feeling in his stretched out stomach, Zayne calls his girlfriend over to help read the scale for him. And hopefully provide a little comfort.
Sitting down on his bed, Zayne froze as the mattress dipped lower than he remembered it used to. What happened? This was just supposed to be a fun little pastime between him and his girlfriend. He liked eating and was honestly more than a little addicted to sweets, and Dotty liked her boys a little chubby, so what was a few pounds?
Well, a few turned into a dozen and a dozen turned into a dozen more. And that was the last time he weighed himself.
Maybe if he didnāt look at the scale, didnāt weigh himself again, heād stop getting bigger? He had thought illogically.
But ignorance didnāt stop him from being fed until he felt like heād pop on a daily basis. And it definitely didnāt stop him from eating seconds of every meal, or getting up for a midnight snack every other night.
It seems like my actions have finally caught up with me. He thinks as he carefully lifts his not insignificant belly and drops it onto his not insignificant lap.
To his immense shame and horror he feels his entire body jiggle, from his arms to his ass.
Just as his fat stops moving and his breathing increases in speed, Dotty comes into his bedroom.
Ushering her boyfriend into the bathroom again, she orders him to stand on the scale once more. Zayne numbly waddles (dear god heās started waddling) up to the scale and waits for his verdict.
Three hundred and forty pounds.
Zayneās heart skips a beat.
How? How was he already so obese?
He had just a pot belly and bubble butt only a few months ago! How could he have gained over twice his original weight?!
As Zayne panics, sweat dripping down his forehead, heart pounding, Dotty wraps her arms around his broad waist and presses a warm kiss to his thick neck.
She whispers her praise and approval into his ear, breathes flattery and admiration into the nape of his neck.
Conflicting feelings swims in his brain.
Zayne was severely obese. His body had grown far bigger than he had ever intended it to. Heād conditioned himself to crave sweets at all times, his stomach constantly demanding tribute to its bottomless depths.
Dotty may have initiated this little endeavor of theirs, but it was Zayne who was to blame for his own undoing. It was him who, late at night suckled frosting off of one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
His libido had long since become irreversibly tied to his appetite, and it showed.
Dotty leads him away from the scale and onto his bed, pushing his gelatinous body back against the pillows. He lets her straddle his too wide lap, stimulating his bare member against her leggings.
He can feel the blood rushing from his overthinking brain to his slowly inflating cock.
His girlfriend squeezes fistfuls of his disgusting, bloated body fat and rocks into his mountainous belly causing the whole of him to shake and wobble.
Zayne wants to cry as she complements his massive gains, how heās grown so big so fast. That his moobs were now proper breasts and his ass was three times wider than hers.
Tears leaked down his face only to be kissed away by his girlfriend- no, his feeder.
Heās rock hard now, leaking against Dottyās panties and twitching at every humiliating comment about his grotesque, unhealthy body.
High cholesterol, diabetes, fatty liver disease, heart attack.
Zayne holds back a sob of overstimulation. His brain and body were fighting for dominance of his mindset.
āThis is just the beginning, Zayne.ā Dotty moans into his swollen cleavage. āImagine how good itāll feel a hundred, no, two hundred pounds from now.ā
Zayneās eyesight goes white as his whole body shudders, jiggling with the force of his orgasm.
Zayne can feel cum leaking into the folds between his belly rolls and his fat pad.
Dotty reaches down to stroke him through the rest of his orgasm. āDonāt worry, Doctor. Iāll take good care of you.ā
And Zayne knew she was telling the truth. That even if he could no longer fit through the door, or walk without assistance, or even stand up from a chair. Even when his strengthless body morphs into nothing more than a mindless, swollen blob of fat.
Dotty would be there to take care of him.
Zayneās tears dry and his dick twitches again with renewed interest.
