Randomly running into a group of beefy muscle bearish guys. They convince me to have a few drinks and plates of food with them. As the night progresses they size me up suggesting I come back with them to show me how to properly work out. I agree without hesitation. Noticing one of the guys biting his lip and looked at my with a sinister smile.
We arrive at their house. The house is a single story home. Simple but impressive. As if the style of the house was designed for accommodating large rotund objects. The house was surrounded by dense heavy tress and brushes. I guess to maximize privacy in a slightly urban area. We come to a clear view of the house. As we walk through the front door. One of guys grabs me by my love handles. Manhandling me through the door into their large foyer. Blindsided. One of the men guys shoves a funnel down my throat and pours a large bottle of THC tincture. With a sinister smile the leader sparks a large blunt.Ā
āOur workouts require the trainee to be stoned. Relaxes the muscles for larger growth and longer endurance.ā quipped the leader of the group.Ā āGo sit down and enjoy this blunt while the edible kicks in.ā He commanded shoving it in my mouth. I obey.Ā
Two of the beefy guys position themselves on either side of of me. Slightly pushing me into the living. I sit down and relax on their super plush oversized chaise lounge section the couch. Sinking in. Designed to keep you stuck. Looking around the living room. Enjoying the situation and company of these handsome men. Not realizing all four of them were standing around me intensely staring at me.Ā Ā Ā
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Fast forward four years. I am pinned to my memory foam bariatric bed slightly propped up by a series of pillows. My arms limp and supported by my side fat. I am being funneled my pre-morning snack before breakfast. While one of the sexy handlers is massaging my FUPA while the other three are working out. Next to my bed displays my current weight, "1197."
Master starts talking, "Tsk tsk fatty. As you just laid there watching us show you proper working out techniques, you just ate. Growing so big you cant even leave the bed, fatty." Says the Master while setting down a barbell. Rubbing his cock while he walks up to my side. Grabbing a tincture bottle injecting several thousands milligrams of edible THC liquid through a port in my funnel. While simultaneously placing a nose mask on me. But oxygen was not pumping through the mask. Vaped weed was being pushed into my lungs. Causing me to become euphoric and docile. Further increasing my horniness.Ā
"Probably doesn't help getting stoned all the time. But you look so relaxed and happy." One of the handlers quipped.Ā
I grunt while trying to push out my gut. But all that happens is my body shakes. This causes Master and the handlers too become excited. Causing their meaty cocks popping out of their jocks. The handler massaging my FUPA starts rubbing his thick stubble bearded face in the swaddle of fat. Causing me to attempt to move. But all I could move is my arms limply and weakly wiggle my toes. Enjoying the sensation of his face down smothered in my FUPA. I moan from pleasure. Causing me to become more alert and sucking down more.
Master is now on my left side teasing my nipples with his teeth. Simultaneously rubbing one side of my massive gut and humping a fold. One of the other beefy bears comes to my right side doing exactly what master is doing. The fourth handler comes behind my bed and nibbles on my fat neck rolls. I grunt and moan from being overly stimulated. Unable to comprehend what is going on. In heaven. This goes on for an hour.Ā
"Maybe our training techniques are not as effective as we thought." Said Master breaking the sounds of fat, heavy moaning and grunting.
"Oh well. Let's try to see how much weight he can gain." Said one of the sexy handlers.Ā
As both of them cum heavily in my fat folds. I release. Slowly oozing out of my FUPA. The handler down there licks up my cum.Ā
āFatty tastes good this morning.ā Said the handler.
Immediately all of them stop what they were doing. Standing back. All of them still sporting hard cocks. A couple dripping pre-cum. Gleaming with sinister pride at what they have done to me. One of the sexy handlers guides out a huge mirror in front of the bed.Ā
My eyes widen. I am shocked by my size. Fat spilled everywhere. I was a series of folds and rolls which heavily spilled downward. Gravity doing its job making my fat tits sag. My stomach heavily pooled in the middle of the bed as well spilling and pooling heavily over my thighs. An ocean in front of me. My ass and love handles fighting for space. Inching closer and closer to the side of the bed. Like a vine growing towards sunlight. My legs forced wide to accommodate my thigh fat which was a series of bulbous fatty sacks of fat rendering them immobile and useless.Ā
At this point the liquid THC hits me. Causing me to become further relaxed and euphoric. A sense of self. Floating in my fat body. I weakly move my hand and grope a fat roll. I close my eyes in euphoria.Ā
āLooks like the fatty is happy with what he has done to himself.ā Said Master as he strokes his cock.Ā āDoes fatty want to continue?ā Master continue to say.
I reflect back on the last four years. All the food. All the sex. All the pleasure. Oh the pleasure and sex. I look at my sexy handlers. All standing around me staring at me. Staring at me with wonder. A few of them not realizing their pecs were flexing. I look into my Masters eyes. His eyes intensely staring into my eyes as he rubs a jowl lovingly while tugging on my nipple ring.Ā
āWhat does fatty say? Want to see how much weight we can put on you? Lets shoot worlds fattest man.ā Said Master.Ā
āMake him say the words.ā One the handlers added. One of the handlers comes to my other side and removes the tube from my throat.
The THC becoming stronger. I look around the room. Taking in the situation. What has happened. What I have become. Looking down at my fat flowing body. Struggling to breath due to how full I am. Despite what I have become. One would think too panic. However I am overcome by a sense of calmness. As well another desire. . . more.Ā
I look back up at my Master. His handsome chiseled thick groomed bearded face. His bright cold stern eyes. Bringing back a flood of amazing memories.Ā āHow about it fatty?ā Said Master.
āYes.ā I huff.Ā āFeed Me.ā I say with heavy breathe.
āGood. Not like you had a choice anyway tubby.ā Master stated while rubbing a jowl.Ā āOpen your mouth.ā Said the handler on the other side. I comply and open my mouth. Master takes this opportunity opening a bottle of concentrated THC tincture pouring it down my throat.Ā āMmm. Skittle flavor.ā I struggle to say.Ā
āEnjoy the break for now, fatty. Let the tincture sink in. Breakfast will be ready in forty minutes.ā The Handsome Master commanded of me. Master and handler slapping my gut. Eliciting a belch from my bloated face.Ā
āCan we roll him over?ā Asked one of the furry muscle handlers.
āYou know what? I have a better idea.ā Master voiced. āWhile the food is being prepped. You three set up the sling. I will retrieve the toys.ā Master commanded.
āOh? What do you have planned?ā Asked one of the beefy handlers.
āWhile he is eating. I want to explore his FUPA. Massage his thighs. Feel his weight on us as we fuck that blubber ass of his.ā Said my Master.Ā
āYES!ā Shouted one of the handlers while coming to the front of my bed. āA feeding and a work out at the same time! Multitasking at its bestā He excitedly proclaimed while lifting a flabby thigh roll.