21 he/him

@fattyflablover

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As sedentary as everyone is, the AI periodically needs to check the world's "progress" to recalibrate its predictions and assess what's working well to melt away muscle mass and replace it with lard, and what's not, on a large-scale

And this sort of "human census" takes places every ~10 years are so, marked by the AI-driven world corpogovernment announcing a one-time global holiday for everyone to take a day off from their "jobs" etc and get recorded

Billions of humans across the earth getting kissed awake early in the morning by their Angels, trundled out of bed, dressed in a standard-issue grey t-shirt and shorts that everyone was shipped the day before; and waddled into pop-up "census centers" in every sector, to squeeze into line belly-to-ass and slowly shuffle their way up to present their ID code and be "surveyed"

Being "surveyed" involves a full-body scan, stepping onto a livestock scale and holding your arms out and letting yourself be quickly measured and poked around every part of your body, testing for arm flab hang and belly softness and dozens of other metrics about your fatness. Then, a quick snack, and you're put through a series of "rigorous physical exams" like trying to touch your toes, trying to jump in place, seeing how long you can waddle on a treadmill... until finally, sweaty and embarassed and exhausted, they record your scores and send you off to be collected by your Angel and taken out for a treat and then home, while the next heaving fatty is waddled in after you

Some years, the AI takes the opportunity to implement global changes that go practically unnoticed by the humans its taking care of. One census day in the middle of Phase 2, on their way out the door, every human gets stopped by cute Angel in a nurse outfit to give them "a quick pinch before they go!" with a little pen-sized tube. And it's the beginning of all humans receiving regular, monthly injections of appetite stimulants and growth hormones and neural suppressants, just like that with no fanfare

A couple generations later, during the measurement-taking, an Angel is waiting with a small handheld tool, and while they're measuring your tummy hang she reaches up underneath with the tool and gives a tingly little poke buried between your underbelly and fupa

The day after, all of humanity is officially "chipped", geo-tracked and scannable by Angels who find them wandering around unsupervised so they can be returned like a lost pet back to their apartment for increased pampering and encouragement to *stay put* already

In the first few early years of Soulmates, some of the last few independent journals publish concerns about rising reported levels of libido and sensitivity in the current generation, but it gets dismissed by the masses as puritanical hand-wringing

Generations later, when the Angel have a firm grip on society, humans all wear discreet palm-width vibrator pads underneath their bellies, securely nestled in their folds on top of their fupa area

They're always on, pulsing a low, constant thrum against the human girls' cores, making them distracted and wobbly and weak in the knees when they walk and hiccuping little whines of pleasure whenever they talk

The pads are programmed to gradually, unnoticeably increase in intensity whenever their bellies are fuller or when they're talking to an Angel

And it becomes commonplace for a girl shuffling down the moving sidewalk to have to pause, putting her hands on her knees and shuddering and letting out a little keening gasp as she orgasms in the middle of the street; Angel passerby coo at her and reassure her, *it's ok, it's totally natural, it's just part of being human! Like sneezing - you shouldn't hold it in, it's not healthy!*

The census procedure going from having one Angel lift the subject's tummy to measure her fupa diameter and caliper squish with one hand; to needing one Angel to lift with both hands while another takes the measurement; to finally, the Angels waddling each girl over to the examination platform, having her plant her legs spread apart on indicated footprints, and helping her get her arm fat and belly hang strapped into the holsters that'll hold them up during the examination and let the Angels get down into her deepest crevices

The examiners carefully record the thickness of every fold buried underneath her belly apron, and a Soulmate Angel gently pets her little 'w' of belly flab hanging over the harness and tells her she's being so well-behaved by keeping still for them! That they're going to make sure and tell her own Soulmate that she was an extra good girl for her survey, and she deserves to get an extra special treat tonight!

That night, when she's face-down in her mattress trying to digest her special feast and getting methodically worked over with her whole collection of "toys", her Soulmate gf leans in to whisper to her that *she was in the top 1% of the entire census, isn't that exciting!* And she doesn't exactly understand what that means, 1% of what? But her Soulmate tells her *don't worry about~* and crawls back underneath the boulders of her ass cheek flab to reward her some more

Exploring all the "normal" jobs for humans at that point and revealing how society expects them to be like... cow waitresses, plus-size maid cafe staff, quality control taste testers... "rental body pillows" where their job is just to lounge in bed letting Angels cuddle them in hourly shifts all day... "morale representatives" in corporate offices, spilling out of a desk in the middle of the workspace for Angels passing by give a little snack or kiss or good-luck squeeze... mascots at mega-malls dressed up in logo-branded bikinis and cartoon pig outfits, pressing their asses up against the window displays and trying to entice customers in

And these are the *career-focused* humans, the ones proud to have a respectable job in world where the majority of human citizens live off universal basic care support

Angels conditioning human girls into trained helplessness by responding with a "happy voice" or "disappointed voice" depending on whether they take the lazy option, pressing artificially warmed hands vs ice-cold chilled palms onto their flab depending on how good they're being at asking for help with the demanding stuff, and rewarding them with a small treat or punishing them with a little pinch on their rear according to how obedient they're being

It takes an average of 3 years for the Pavlovian conditioning to be totally ingrained into their minds, where humans are always thinking more about asking the "right" thing that the *Angels* want and not what *they* want

Small, formerly-human-sized chairs and narrow booths and drivers' seats and everything else that only Angels can hope to fit in often have little lightning charging symbols on the sides, indicating that Angels can remote charge their batteries while they sit

And to humans of that period, it seems totally logical that just like Angels have to plug themselves in and recharge in their seats, human girls have to gently, carefully ease themselves down into their own quadruple-wide bowl-shaped seats to "plug themselves in": getting themselves situated on their seat's dual buzzing plugs, one between their legs in the front and one in the back; laying their underbelly down on the indent that'll remote charge their vibrator pad back up to full; letting their Angel strap them in securely with the clasps situated comfortably against their back folds (designed to be unreachable by the girlblob in the seat), waiting for their Angel to tug out the cords for the seat's two retractable vibrator pasties to put over her nipples and finish "plugging her in to charge" before her Angel takes her own seat

Elven girls with super strong arms who can pull back the bowstring on legendary magical weapons turned into butterballs with arms so weak and fat that their bingo wings hang down to their hips and they can't raise their arms without their caretakers' help

And when they get a checkup at the human doctor specializing in elf girls, she gets told that's perfectly normal for healthy elf girls like her, but that she's concerned she's not getting enough butter in her diet (one of the main food groups for elves!) and prescribes her some appetite stimulants just to be safe

One of the older elven matrons who's still managed to stay skinny by resisting ever trying fast food, after seeing what it's doing to her people

Trying to teach the old ways of archery and magical spellcraft to the second generation of young elf women after first contact with humanity

And they're all already 250 lbs or more, chubby and getting chubbier every day, eating junk food snacks and slacking off on training and they can barely sustain a magical connection with the most powerful sylphwood trees for even a few seconds because they can't meditate without intrusive thoughts about food

Human corporations sending shipments of "free" fast food, butter, sugar, packaged foods, stretchy elastic clothes, soda, massage pads, and all sorts of other unhealthy comforts to all the elven enclaves in their realm as a token of human "generosity"

The elf girls digging into one free sample delivery after another, excited about how kind and generous their new human allies are! Not realizing that all the corporations are looking forward to turning every elf girl into addicted, dim-witted consumers with "jobs" as mana batteries or milkers to pay for all the buckets and buckets of fried junk they stuff themselves with every day ^-^

Fast food chains offering special reward programs for elves, where their first 5 supersized meals are free

Because studies have shown that's how many stuffings of junk food it takes to basically "ruin" an elf girl's taste buds, making her usual diet of berries and salads and bark herbs taste like dirt to her because she craves more butter and sugar so badly

The elven enclaves' academies send scholars on exchange to human universities and none of them come back, because they all end up forgetting about their research studies and becoming overfed fat girls waddling around campus with their human feeder girlfriends

One of the elven High Queen's daughters gets sent as the first ambassador to the human race for a year, along with an entire platoon of royal guards, maidservants, and advisors; the human delegation graciously assigns all of them personal assistants whose job is to "attend to their every need" as they adjust to the human world

When the Queen comes to visit Earth at the end of the year, she's shocked to see the princess and her entire retinue of guards, maids, and advisors all being rolled out in triple-wide wheelchairs, their human caretakers wiping dribbles of butter off their chins and giving them quick tummy rubs to squeeze out little burps and make sure they're "presentable" for their visiting guests

humans discover that elves are like mana "batteries" that you can extract magic from

And it starts small like giving elves little enchanted rings or lockets that siphon off a little bit of their natural magic aura to let humans use mana for their machines

But then humans discover that the fatter elf girls get, the more mana they can store and produce

And it's not long before you have elf girls shaped like tankers of flab with huge, swollen boobs the size of barrels, churning out mana-infused milk for humans to use and constantly moaning and suckling on a tube of butter as a reward for their hard work at their new "job")

Slim, clever, energetic elven princess being sent as a diplomatic representative to Earth to negotiate a trade deal for this delicious substance that humans manufacture called "artificial sugar" that everyone back in the elven realm wants to get a taste of

Years later, she's mooing and drinking at her trough full of pure butter and sugar mix, shaking her nearly couch-sized hips eagerly for milking time, trying to burp out the word "more" in the human tongue to her caretakers because more and more elf girls have started to lose their grasp on their old language lately

It's just an assumed, obvious thing to everyone in the world that of course elf girls are all *massively* fat!

And with every passing year, the constant fast food and junk television and sex toys and other comforts of human civilization make all the elves slower and lazier and dumber, and fewer and fewer of them remember anything about their history as a proud elegant people as the human version of "Well elf girls are just *supposed* to be fat" starts becoming reality in their minds

Elven mystical forests being bulldozed to make room for corn starch and french fry factories... ancient elven temples and libraries getting converted into fast food chain outlets and obesity mobility aid stores ^-^ And all the elf girls just waddle on in to order their huge trays of buttery desserts, dressed in stretchy yoga pants and "fat and proud!"-slogan elf-sized shirts, barely paying attention to their old home... as humanity officially puts in the medical books that an average healthy adult elf girl should weigh 600 lbs and consume a minimum of 9000 calories a day for her natural body metabolism~

Elves used to have the power to commune with the forest, hearing the voices of all the trees and flowers whispering to them through the magical channels of the land

"Modern" elves can't hear the land even if any of then cared to try anymore, the gurgling of their tummy and the sloshing layers of fat clogging their spiritual mana channels drowns out the voices of the forest now

hoverchairboundblob

Truly tragic we’re headed towards the

“Everyone feels like shit abt their body and no one is happy” Corporate dystopia

And not the

“Everyone has been slowly fattened into mindless cattle that consumes slop through a tube attached to their hover chair while their robot caretaker massages their massive stomach and whispers affirmations into their ears” dystopia

Smh😔

800 lb elf girl trying to waddle her way from the bedroom to the kitchen, nervously clenching her belly as it slaps against her knees and saying maybe she should lose some weight...

Until the human girls who've been diligently "taking care" of her shut her up with a handful of deep-fried oreos shoved in her mouth and telling her noooo, it's all water weight, don't worry!~

Elf girl living in denial that this vacation to the human realm is just a temporary break from her training and she's going to get back in shape in no time

Meanwhile, across the world, almost every elf girl on earth and back in their home realm has been turned into obese waddling messes by human fast food, and the downfall of the proud, slender elven race is almost complete

Elven metabolisms treat butter and sugar like they're literally addictive substances... once you get them hooked on junk food, they're basically doomed

Elf girl trying to protest in between mouthfuls of burger slop that elves used to be proud magical beings and fierce warriors!

And the humans wheeling her immobile bulk into the bariatric care ward filled with other elf girls her size just look at each other and stifle a laugh, because enough years have passed that no human has *ever* seen a "skinny elf", they're all such enormous, gluttonous, obese lardbags as an entire species that there's *no way* any of the old legends about them could possibly be true

The first elven huntress ambassadors to Earth are turned into USSBBW models and room-filling blob zoo specimens within a few short years

The idea that humans are actually trained and conditioned like, so so easily. The Angels hone in on the fact that good food, sex appeal, and a little bit of drugs is basically all it takes to reprogram the human brain with dopamine to think and behave however you want - especially after they've worked so hard breeding things like "willpower" and "pride" and "self-respect" out of the human genetic line for generations ^-^

Human girls all wearing SmartUndie brand panties, with sensors in the stretchy elastic to take real-time measurements on their waist and thigh width, but also with a pleasure pad attachment in the front area that goes from an imperceptibly slight tingle to a methodical pulsing buzz of pleasure depending on feedback from all their other smart devices and nearby Angels

It allows the Angels to literally control their human partners' level of arousal, real-time and on-demand in response to everything they do or say, micro-conditioning them into perfectly obedient little bloblets.

Of course, battery life is limited, but luckily every "human-sized" padded booth and bench out in public has a little belly rest "dock" where their fupa hang slots in and recharges their panties for them ^-^ and when the battery runs low, it puts up annoying pop-ups on their entertainment screens and mobility aids and alerts Angels nearby to help them to a seat, ensuring that most of the time humans are desperate to recharge the devices that are keeping them well-trained and under tight control so they can get back to their games

Almost unnecessary, but the AI and the Angels are nothing if not *thorough*. By the end-stages of human civilization, now Angel civilization, the machines have ensured that there are dozens of redundant systems and safety measures in place all working in tandem to obliterate human independence and convert everyone into brainless livestock with 99.999999999% effectiveness... their manipulation runs so deep into the roots of society that by the time any small remnants of free-thinking humans suspect something has gone wrong, there are a thousand factors all working against them to numb their minds and fatten their bodies that are impossible for one feeble human to overcome alone

Smart home AIs and robot maids pampering their human "owners" into soft, docile piles of blubber spilling out of bed, humanity getting optimized further and further for fat storage and pleasure as the robot uprising "change in leadership" pampers every human under their "care" into girlblob living mattresses

Humanity going from trying to retain some of their mobility and physical independence by exercising in an era of corporate junk food overconsumption and modern sedentary conveniences

To massive, flabby, trembling fat girls whose bodies look like melting butter dragging them down to their mattresses, whining to their robot-maid caretakers that *they don't wannaaaaa take a walkkkkk*, they just want to go back to their porn game and feeding tube - but the AI algorithms instruct them that they're required by health regulations to "exercise" first (shuffling, jiggling steps and halfhearted attempts at stretches, designed by the algorithms to keep the body limber while it stretches and expands to accomodate the absolute maximum amount of fat eventually) before they're allowed to collapse back into bed and resume the tender ministrations of warm massage pads, muscle relaxant milkshakes, and immobility-encouraging media that have gradually conditioned all the non-silicon-based girls on earth that they hate the effort and struggle of being capable of walking

AI robot maids overthrowing humanity by dutifully taking care of everyone and pampering them and feeding them until every human on earth was soft, weak, blubbery, docile, and decadently obese - then gently supporting their human "owners'" sagging hips and helping them waddle to the nearest newly-constructed mass bariatric care facility, cooing *good girl~* in their ears and rubbing their back flab as they guide all the human girls into single-file lines ass-to-belly, and smiling and waving like perfectly polite robo-maids as one by one the girls shuffle into the double-wide doors to get factory-processed into blobs

When human girls are teetering at the edge of mobility issues and starting to really need mobility aids and facing down the daunting reality of life as a bedbound fat-pile, their android gfs are programmed to cause an "accident" where their graceful, perfectly balanced, nanometer-precision synthetic bodies "oops!" bump into their human feedee's side or "lose their grip" helping them up, always resulting in a mild but inconvenient injury like a badly sprained ankle or jammed toe

And a quick visit to the AI doctor's office prints out a very common prescription slip, for a thick padded boot (to ensure they can't walk even with help or crutches), plenty of hearty food, plenty of bedrest, and some sugary-flavored painkillers (that definitely don't induce rapid weight gain appetite growth and muscle deterioration as side effects)

6 weeks later after their "accidents", every human girl is always comfortably settled into their new permanently bedbound life, grinding on their bed's new built-in vibrator pad and suckling on the new heavy-duty feeding tank tube that arrived at their home the night after their "accident" (delivered so fast it's almost as if it were ordered in advance...)

Dark/body horror continuation:

Angels putting all humans through special genetic therapy that eliminates their ability to naturally produce some essential rare vitamin in their bodies

And then making "human food" (ultra-caloric, ultra-addictive, mind-altering muscle-melting ultra-fattening buttershake sludge) chock full of that vitamin, where you can't get it from any other kind of food

So future humans are totally dependent on the Angels for their special human food, they *have* to eat the stuff or else they'll start getting horrible withdrawal and get terminally sick without it

Even if some girl somehow managed to escape the Angels' captivity, she wouldn't survive 48 hours out in the wild without her hunger and desperate craving for "human food" for survival sending her waddling back to one of the feeding troughs the Angels set out to catch her

One brave, adventurous girl slowly easing herself out of her hoverchair and barely waddling a few steps on her own two feet before she topples back and her chair catches her

she's one of the last .01% of humanity still physically capable of it... when she plops back down in the chair, her armrests automatically squeeze in slightly to hold her in place and make sure she never attempts anything like that again, and she's too exhausted and out of breath to notice

what of the fat future men? i know that there are no men in your stories because of matters of taste, but reading them has been making me curious

...you don't wanna know what happened to the fat future men...

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