Absolutely love playing with all this heavy dense visceral fat just clogging up every inch of her belly doing so much damage. There's so much more to come with all the fastfood and junk she's gorging on. This piggy was built for gaining endlessly to failure. Only time she'll stop gaining is when that clogged heart finally blows I make sure I feed and push her closer to it everyday
i’m such a big, bloated girl 🤭 i couldn’t help myself.. i feel so massive 🥴 my belly is so bloated that it sounds like a drum when i pat the sides and the top.. goddddd i need more.. i could fit more ik it
i’ll feed myself some more soon.. i know i’ll want it
my piggy brain has been eating away at me all summer.. and now i can’t control myself today 😩 i’ll keep eating for you all.. im so fucking overfilled but i can’t stop.. i can’t wait for the belly ache tomorrow morning from this big overfeeding..
i’m really gonna need to get some feeders to help me keep going.. poor girl is so filled
Archie was browsing social media, looking at all the updated progress photos of gainers and feedees. As he scrolled through the countless belly pics, the thirst posts, and the celebratory gains posts, he craved to be their size. He needed to be that fat.
But as he glanced at his own body, he's reminded his metabolism couldn't care less about his dreams. No matter how little he moved, how much he ate, the most he could gain was 10lbs.
He scrolled on, hoping to find some weight gain POV fiction, something he could get lost in, when he saw something intriguing.
It was someone who had used AI to enhance their photo. It wasn't like it was the first AI morph Archie had ever seen, but it was the first that looked so good. The jiggle physics were correct, no weird bulges or spare fingers. No random third nipples or second belly buttons.
Had it not been for the watermark in the corner, he would've assumed it was real.
He glanced at the logo - ARGEN - and opened up a new tab. The search led him to a site, with a desktop download.
"No restrictions. NSFW friendly. Make your videos reflect your true reality." The web header declared boldly.
"Oh, hell yeah. Free too? Score." Archie murmured, downloading the 152MB package. After a few minutes, he opened the program. It was fairly basic, he could upload images to edit, or use his own images to seed the AI videos, or use existing videos to tweak. His body buzzed with excitement, and he couldn't decide where to start.
At first he used the image edit to give himself a round belly, and huge thighs. Standard horny stuff.
The better images were then funneled into the video generator, and he watched entranced as his ideal self ate feasts and waddled around, but still the classic AI quirks existed. The belly merging into the clothes; another finger or three.
He wanted whatever gen of AI that one guy had used. The hyper realistic one.
Leaning forward, he dug into the program, opening every folder, every menu. Scouring over the entire interface, looking for anything more.
Finally, he found a buried toggle.
Hyper-ARGEN.
He clicked it and his eyes flicked to the pop up.
"By accepting these terms of service, you acknowledge the excessive use of resources and accept liability if use deemed in violation. No payment due at this time."
With an eye roll, he doesn't bother reading the ToS, and clicks "I Agree". He assumed it was for legal purposes, in case people used it for something nefarious. He was just being horny.
The Hyper-ARGEN wouldn't let him use a previous AI image, so he selected one of his favorite pics to morph of himself: a shirtless selfie that showed his small pooch of a belly.
He used the paintbrush to swipe over his midsection, and wrote in the text box to "add abdominal fat." Generate.
"Add male breasts and under arm side fat." Generate.
"Add fat thighs with multiple fat rolls." Generate.
"Add arm fat that rolls over the elbow." Generate.
And so on, he continued to edit and manipulate himself on screen until he saw a massively obese version of himself, well over 500lbs, probably over 600lbs.
He reclined back in his chair, palming his crotch. At least he could easily jerk off and not fight through hundreds of pounds of lard.
He pushes his shorts down with a quick shimmy and begins to stroke, base to tip and his free hand rubs his barely there flab, all while staring at his alter ego.
He paused, seeing a button he had missed earlier.
"Convert to video."
Say less.
He clicked with his left hand and clumsily typed, "Make the obese man grow a bit and jiggle his fat, and try to waddle while struggling to move". Just pure, horny run-on commands before he sat back and waited for his own personal porno to begin.
After a few minutes of waiting and idle stroking, the video began to render. He enlarged it to full screen and watched in rapture.
His AI self began to try to waddle, his fat thighs rubbing together as his knees fought against the heavy sack of lard hanging on front of them. His AI belly swayed and jiggled just like the real thing.
"Fuck, yeah. That's it." He moaned, eyes darting around the massive body. He watched as his AI freckles bounced on waves of fat, imagining the struggle of moving.
As he tipped his head back in ecstasy, a voice came through the speaker.
"You like that, huh?" Came his own voice, deeper and panting.
Archies' head snapped forward like a rubber band, eyes wide as he made eye contact with his AI self.
"That's right, look at me. You want this, don't you? Don't lie to yourself, Archie."
"What the fuck?" The real Archie breathed, his heart pounding.
"Bet you want to be me, over 600lbs, barely able to move. You fat fuc-"
Archie jabbed the power button, stumbling from his chair. He looked at himself, still skinny, and felt relief for once.
"Must be some new kind of malware... scanned my computer profile and got my name." He left his office and started walking downstairs to the kitchen to get some water.
As he walks away, the computer powers on.
In the kitchen, as he grabs a cup of water he starts to feel warm. He brushes it off until he felt a sudden surge of heat. Glancing down, he dropped his cup in shock as he watched his belly suddenly start to swell with fat. He stumbles backwards, grabbing the counter behind him. The shock eased into arousal before settling into a cold horror as his mind flashed to the AI version.
600lbs.
He starts to run to the stairs, but his growth starts to go faster, his clothes getting painfully tight. He leaned against the wall, desperately clawing at his pants button, fighting the stomach roll that kept pushing against his hands.
"Fuck! Just stop!" He yelled, panic and strain making him lose the button many times. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He gives up, realizing he was wasting valuable time. He started up his stairs, slowly and painfully as his joints shook under the sudden strain.
At the top, he was panting and sweating, hands gripping the stair rails for support and leverage as he crested the top stair. He was pushing 300lbs, almost double his weight and was no where near that AI video. His shirt was stretched like a crop top around his moobs, his arms straining the sleeves and fat dripping out of them.
His foot caught the rug, and his shifted center of gravity pulled him down hard.
"Oof!" He landed on his belly, and could feel the recoil of landing on all that fat, his pants ripping at the seams making his now fatter ass wobble. He tried to push himself up, muscle memory tricking him into thinking it would be easy.
Instead, his arms ached and shook, his elbows threatening to give out. Getting onto his knees felt more taxing than when he ran a 5k; getting to his feet was harder than inversion rock climbing.
He felt the hot pricks from frustrated tears as he forced himself to get up, knowing he had to get to his office.
He waddled forward, his shirt finally ripping free, sending thick slabs of moobs flopping onto his belly. His knees ached, and his ankles felt like he was about to roll one, his belly pulled him forward making his lower back hurt.
He pushed into his office, bouncing off the door frame as he heaved and groaned. There, on his desk, was the Hyper-ARGEN up and running. He stumbled forward, half falling into his chair.
The chair arms let out a sharp crack and broke off the base, the plastic mounts and bolts unable to withstand the pressure. He scooted closer to his desk, reaching for the mouse, only to find the mouse wouldn't respond.
"Back again, big boy? Loving it so far?" AI Archie taunted. "Shouldn't have made me so fat, huh?"
"Shut... up...." Archie panted, the words spat out as his lungs burned and he tasted metal in the back of his throat, the way it does after an intense workout. "Fuck!" He realizes the program was blocking mouse and keyboard input. He leaned forward to jab at the power button when his office chair broke.
With yelp, he fell backwards, landing on top of the chair parts. He felt a stronger surge, his body rushing to crest 600lbs. He tried to roll to his side, giving it a few half hearted attempts as he felt his muscles spasm from over use.
He laid there staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was a nightmare. He could feel the immense pressure on his lungs and neck, his breathing coming out in wheezing huffs. He tried to lift his fat filled arms, feeling how rolls of fat from his triceps cushioned his elbows.
Barely seeing his monitor over the dome of fat, he saw his webcam pop on. He whimpered, gazing at the sight of himself laying on his office floor, surrounded by chair debris.
"Let's make this a little more believable." Came AI Archies voice from the speakers.
Fast food wrappers slowly filled in the available floor space around him, rustling as the trash settles against him and the floor.
"Almost there, but I think you need some tweaks there, fatty." AI Archie laughed, and Archie watched as boxers were added to his body, the cottons rubbing against his skin as it settled. He then watched in embarrassed horror as a large cum stain was added to the front, part of his fat pad poking through the front flap.
He watched as the red record light blinked on capturing him in his obese glory. He tried to move, succeeding in only wobbling.
The computer then opens the fat admirer platforms and uploaded the clip. With dawning realization, Archie realized what he thought was AI earlier, the clip that made him download ARGEN, was actually someone else who had called prey to the AI.
"Enjoy your new life, Archie." AI Archie laughed, before one last edit was made.
As the program closed and self deleted, a fit woman walked in.
"Oh, babe, you broke another chair? You know we'll have to call the fire and rescue guys again to get up." He startled, looking up at this stranger with wide eyes. "I just ordered you pizza, too."
"Who ar- *urp*" He belched, his mind fogging as his reality shifted. As he laid there, the photos on his walls of his athletic past slowly changed to show a morbidly obese young adult to the super obese man he was now. He gazed at his apparent girlfriends abs, a vague memory of his own lingering before it too drifted away. "Can you get me a donut while I wait?"
When you go to shower but you’re wider than the shower door… I could just about fit if I went sideways! So that obviously means I need to eat and gain so much I can’t fit at all ^_^
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