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XL Massage
        Wrapping the towel around his slim waist, Jeff looked in the mirror. On the surface, he looked like he had it all: looks, youth, muscles, health. However there was an anxiety that had welled within in him since he got engaged: he wasnât going to be a good enough husband. He worked harder, was there for the wedding planning, going to the gym, working hard at work. Anyone would say that he had it all together, but Jeff felt like he was going to pop at any moment.
        That what lead him here at this day spa, he took the day off and with a coupon for a free âXL Massageâ he hoped he could relax somewhat. The receptionist said XL stood for extra long, which he thought was a bit eccentric and insinuative with growing obesity concerns in the nation, but he couldnât refuse a great deal.
        He entered to massage room and was greeted with âHello! You must be Jeffrey!â the soft massage therapist smiled. âIâm Daniel. Iâll be your massage therapist.â
        âHi,â Jeff softly. âThis is my fist time.â
        âI can tell,â Daniel smiled. âJust take your towel off and lay on the table. Then let my fingers take the stress away.â
        âOk,â Jeff took his towel and put it aside, making sure to cover his privates with his hands.
        âYou donât have to be ashamed. Iâve massaged much less toned butts that that.â Daniel gestured to his muscled round butt cheeks.
        Jeff quickly covered that with his over hand. âSorryâ
        âI donât know what you have to be ashamed of,â Daniel wondered as Jeff lay on his stomach. âI wish my butt was that pert.â Daniel joked. He might have been a pear shaped man, but he didnât worry about having a ridiculously hard to attain six pack or pert ass like some people do.
        âSorry, I justâŠâ
        âRelax..â Daniel reassured him as he began to massage his shoulders. âItâs ok. Boy you are tense!â Daniel felt himself blurt out as he continued.
        âI carry a lot of weight in my shoulders.â Jeff admitted.
        âWell donât you worry.â Daniel continued to work. âIâve got you handled. I remember when I first started my supervisor gave me this massage. I felt immediately better. I havenât been stressed since.â
        âI find that hard to believe.â Jeff muttered as he felt his back being rubbed.
        âBelieve it cause itâs about to happen to you.â Daniel began working hard on a knot on his muscular back. âWhatâs been bothering you?â
        âI donât want to talk about it,â Jeff said as he tensed up.
        Daniel pauses and rests his hand gently on Jeffâs shoulder. âThis massage is to help you let go of the things you are carrying. Trust me, talking about it will help. It will be taken away with my hands so you can let it go.â
        Pausing, Jeff supposed it wouldnât hurt to talk to this guy. âWell .. Iâm getting married in a few months.â
        âCongratulations,â Daniel resumed massaging.
        âYea..â Jeff muttered.
        âWhen you talk about your worries, imagine my fingers are taking them away.â Daniel moved down to his lower back. âlet go of those worries by letting them flow out of you on my fingers.
        âI have been worried ..â Jeff gulped and then admitted âI donât know if Iâll be a good husband. I am so quiet. Iâm worried that when it gets hard Iâll never be able to share.â
        âGood now accept that worry and let it go.â
        Jeff breathed in and out while he imagined that problem flow out of him and onto Danielâs hands. The weight of that worried flowed out of Jeff and onto Danielâs hand. Since they were touching Jeffâs lower back, His trim lower back and butt expanded slightly with extra fat. Jeff felt relief and Daniel continued massage as if nothing happen.
        âThat feels better.â Jeff smiled, surprised that that actually worked so quickly. âIâve been feeling inadequate, like Iâm not strong enough. I barely managed to balance my budget, now thereâs going to be a whole another person.â Jeff let go, giving his ass a bubble fat look and his lower back growing small love handles.
        âWork. Ugh, everyoneâs going âabout time Jeffââ Jeffâs butt cheeks bulged out. ââGetting a ball and chain huh?ââ His hips widened. ââWhenâs the dateââ the back of his thighs and calves thicken with fat. ââReally? Iâm surprised thatâs all.ââ His love handles became more prominent. ââI hope you make enough to support herââ His lower neck shoulders and arms pulsed out with soft tissue ââYou better not get whipped and lazyââ His back grew a fat roll above his love handles. âWhat do they want me to me? Can I do nothing right? Why donât they respect me?!â His whole back side just exploded outward from chubby to outright fat.
        Daniel worked hard to cover the large territory that was Jeffâs back side added, but he was getting over whelmed. It did seem this hard when he first started, did it? âItâs good you letting this out, but can you turn over?â
        âSure,â Jeff answered turning up. It felt awkward for him. It was awkward for him to move his bulk, but he wasnât really that big, was he? And as he laid face up on the massage table, it felt like his backside was cushioned and talking up a lot more space than it should.
        âWas there anything else that might be bothering you?â Daniel probed wandering if he stopped Jeffâs willingness to share.
        âumm ..â Jeff thoughts as Daniel began working on his muscular pecs. âmy mom has been really pressuring me.â Jeffâs chest softened up. âHis nipples widen to quarter sized. â His side fat merges with his chest fat and filled out his soft chest into fat moobs.
        Now Jeff never looked like he went to a gym besides an oddly flat stomach which Daniel has now moved onto massage. âSomething tells me there is something bigger thatâs been bothering you. What does all this mean? Whatâs the root to your anxiety?â
        Jeff wondered. Is there something else thatâs bothering him? Is there an anxiety beneath anxiety? Then he remembered when it starts: after a session of marriage counseling, the one about planning on the future and about planning for it. âChildren!â Jeffâs flat stomach bloated out suddenly, going from flat to chubby belly in a split second. âI donât think Iâll be a good father.â The rest of his top half fattened up to join the rest of him. The top of his thighs fattened up dramatically and his groin surged with fat becoming a pillowy fat pad. âWhat if I donât talk with him enough?â His chubby belly grew out to a modest sized round belly. âI still want things in my career. What if I donât get to my dream job? What if I donât make enough? What if I spend too much time at work and donât spend time with him.â His fat belly expanded out into an obese gut with a clear underbelly even though he was lying down. âAnd my mother wants grand children. She wants it soon, but I want to wait.â His whole body plumped out to become more proportional, transforming into a huge obese pudge-ball of a man.
        âYouâre done.â Daniel smiled to Jeff, patting his soft shoulder. âYouâre done.â
        âReally, that didnât feel long. I just got here.â
        âThatâs what happens when youâre relaxed: time flies. Youâre paid up so you can head out. Thanks for choose Spa XL: you will be relaxed extra longer.â Daniel smiled and exits the room.
        Taking a moment to lay there, Jeff did feel really relaxed, much more than ever before. But it was time, he needed to leave. It took him a moment to shift and get up; at his size it took a while to do anything. Sitting up, His large round gut sagged to cover his privates and cover his lap. He grabbed his large stomach and made it wobble and jiggle. He was surprised he was so worried about having children; he probably should have been worried about being so big. He knew he weighed over 350 pounds, though who even knew at this point, he had to be in danger of diabetes or something but he didnât care. He didnât seem to worry about anything. Wow that massage really did work. Putting on his towel across his wide bulbous butt and love handles, he breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good to let go of his worries.
*Record Scratch* Hey! Itâs me Jeezy, you may be wondering how I got this FAT! From 160lbs all the way to 500lbs.. itâs been a journey.. come along for the ride!
Amazing progress!
Losing the battle of the bulge
HypotheticallyâŠ
Youâre almost too full. Weâve made sure of it. You ease yourself onto the sofa, a soft t-shirt stretched taught across your burgeoning middle; a subtle dent in the fabric around your bellybutton and a couple inches of doughy overhang on display signals that this shirtâs days are numbered.
Breathing heavily, you try to settle into your seat to find a more comfortable position, but the weight of your belly pins you down. Itâs obvious youâre just too stuffed to find any relief- well, without a little help, anyway. But luckily, we know what works best.
Taking the seat next to you, I lean into your overstuffed side, and gently run my fingertips over the peak of your belly. Slow, lazy circles, counter-clockwise above your packed stomach, and your body slumps into relaxation almost immediately. It doesnât take long to forget how full you are, and you donât notice when your heavy breathing slows to a steady, tranquil pace. Several minutes pass as fingertips slide over more of your vast middle, and you feel your eyes glazing over as the rest of the world falls away. Youâre only remotely aware as you feel my hand slide up underneath your shirt, lightly moving across the plush expanse, tracing stretch marks and prodding gingerly to see if weâre making any progress. Â
More time passes- how much? Does it matter? Youâre living completely in this moment, practically drunk on the blissful feeling of having your belly rubbed. Your stomach doesnât hurt anymore, and from the look on your face youâre reveling in every inch of yourself. I squeeze a handful of overhang, grab at a lovehandle. Now that youâre feeling better, itâs time to make you feel fat. My hand slides across to the far side of your belly, hefting it delicately and sending subtle jiggles across your abdomen. You feel a hand sink deep into the heavy side roll under your arm. Your belly is practically being worshipped- no, not practically, actually- and a voice brings you to your senses.
âYouâre doing such a good job. I canât wait to see you fatter.â
You feel that drive to grow flutter inside you and your face flushes a little. You feel enormous- and you canât wait to be fatter, either.
Hypothetically, of course.
Itâs time for some Hedonism!
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A look into the future! Art Credit: spellwell9 on Grommr
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You imagine yourself being 1000+ pounds.
Just laying helplessly on a pile of soft blankets and pillows while you fall victim to the hands of your feeder. Who is without a doubt, completely in control of everything you do and eat. Not hungry? Too bad, eat. Starving? Good. Now eat. Imagine being so hopelessly obese that you canât even roll over without assistance. Just being so stuffed with lard from consuming millions of calories that you are shamefully fat. No more âMy 600 lb lifeâ more like âMy 1000 lb lifeâ. But theres no turning back. Just your feeder rubbing your vast piles of fat while you suck down pure lard from a machine. Adding more lumpy cellulite to your asscheeks daily. Imagine your life purpose is to grow and grow and grow. Wider and heavier is your new goal. There is no end goal, just to be bigger than the day before. To please your feeder. To let yourself go. Your only chore is to swallow and swallow. Filling up more space with your profound gluttony.
Is that what you desire?
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Reblog Fat Spell
Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOGâŠ.well then reblog to cast and never go back.
Unimaginable belly size.... look how far it drops once he starts releasing it side by side. Almost hits the floor. This piggy is huge!!
600lb+ goals
There are so many folks looking to gain weight etc but how many legitimately want to be 600lb+? Iâm not talking fantasy. Iâm talking IRL and all the thing s that come with it.
Reblog if youâre looking to be truely supersized.
Reblog if youâre also wanting a partner thatâs truely supersized.
Letâs get everyone together for a common goal.