You donât need a goal weight
Some people have their milestones mapped out, right from the start. Some people carefully chart their desired journey, perhaps starting at 250. Planning to gorge themselves up to 350 or 400lbs, knowing theyâll then need to be pushed past their limits until they finally arrive at 500, overshooting by 30lbs with worrying ease.
Others might begin nervously, gingerly creeping up the scale, pound by pound, feeding by feeding. Of course, once they breach 200lbs, things suddenly become very real. They find themselves craving the next hundred, then another hundred, and then the hundred after that. Maybe they want to get heavier still, maybe their feeder wants them to stabilize, maybe they both make a compromise and agree to stop at 700lbs. Maybe they set a secret goal of 770, as a treat.
Others still might only realize that these options even exist after meeting a partner, weighing in for the first time in years, and unexpectedly thrilling at the sight of their soon-to-be feederâs wicked grin after watching the scale flash âERRâ. They think â1200â is an impossible number as they head steadily in that direction, encouraged and helped along the way. The months and years marked only by buying scales of increasing capacity, until one day they themselves decide to change the goalpost, crossing out the â2â and replacing it with a â6â.
I, however, donât believe in any of that. Is it exciting? Sure. Is it frightening? Probably a little. But is it really the most effective way for you to grow? Donât get me wrong: there will be measurements, charts and graphs to reflect every thickening roll, each added fold, and all the new jiggle. But youâre not going to be like any of those people. Youâre different. I have just one goal in mind for you - speed.
Iâll start you off small, having you gain one pound a week. Easy, manageable. You could almost do it in your sleep, and you certainly donât need any help. A couple of weeks roll by and youâre crushing it - you donât feel any different, other than the comforting warmth of knowing youâre doing such a good job. Then, Iâll have you move up to three. Youâre probably already there anyway, but I want to see you keep it up. One month and 11 pounds later, you simply need an extra stuffing or two to push you over the finish line, no big deal. But then, a new week means you have to do it yet again, and on top of that, now I need you to get to five. How long will it take to get used to making that happen, week in, week out?
Maybe this is where you start needing a little help. A session to test your limits once or twice a week, on top of all the grazing in between meals. Maybe you get a little too used to the new routine, shooting up by seven pounds - impressive! Just donât forget, you still have to do five more next week, you donât get to roll over those two extra pounds - theyâre just icing on the cake. Heavy, sweet buttercream for you to keep wherever you like. Tomorrow, youâre back to zero.
Your eating habits have had to change to keep up with gaining 20lbs each month, but youâre doing great. Youâre starting to really feel bigger, too, going up a few more sizes and occasionally knocking things over with all the new inches going to your butt. Itâs desperately cute, but you know you wonât stay this way for long. You also know you arenât going to be growing five pounds per week for much longer, either - next stop, seven pounds.
Thatâs a pound a day, every day. Your stomach is used to the stretch, it takes a while to get full now, and you can handle being hand-fed long after youâre too full to get off the couch, even if you do stagger to bed in the middle of the night because the couch gets lonely. But that was then, and this is now. Now, this is less than the minimum. You have to tolerate more. You need to do this every day, as much as you can. Youâll gladly accept help, of course, but now youâre getting used to stuffing yourself, then needing help to eat even more after that, at least three times a day. The idea of every meal requiring help is exciting, but this is the new norm now. This isnât an experiment that stops one day, this is just how your life is. You donât remember the last time you felt hungry.
You are tearing through sizes. Youâre outgrowing furniture. Youâre too wide for some seats, and too heavy for most benches. Getting wedged in tight spaces is a thing of the past - you simply canât maneuver your enormous body anywhere without plenty of room to work. Your stomach is practically bottomless, youâre being hand-fed more than youâre feeding yourself, and youâre still setting personal bests for calories consumed. Youâre regularly more then eight pounds fatter every single week now, and it didnât really take that long for you to get there. Youâre doing so very well. By most standards, you are huge.
Being huge, however, isnât what youâre training for. You know whatâs coming, and youâre prepared for it. You wonder what the next bump will be. Does this mean youâll need to get filled with a funnel and tube? What if you like it? You know you havenât found your real limits yet, though. You can take more, a lot more. Can you do 12lbs in a week? Can you do 15, then do it again the next week and again the week after that?
You donât get hand-fed on the couch, long after your heavy arms hurt too much to lift, any more. You donât get to snack between meals, because you mostly donât have meals any more. On special occasions, if youâve been particularly good, you might get to eat food like you used to, even if you do need a lot more of it than you have the stamina to deal with before being fed the rest. All you have to do these days is lay reclined in your bed, breathe through your oxygen tube, and rest your hands on the sides of the top slope of your belly as it grows upwards and widens, ever so gradually, but surely. Always full, always being made to stretch just a little more to support your size. Always in motion, the thick layer of fat covering it sloshing lazily as you breathe. Dwarfed by the expanse of your lower belly, stretching out forever in front of you, as far as you can tell.
Every couple of hours, you drink from a tube. Sometimes thereâs a funnel, sometimes thereâs a bag, sometimes you can control the flow, other times your jaw is held open with a gag and all you can do is try to open your throat and feel it flow into you. You no longer wince in pain as your stomach becomes more and more burdened, youâre used to it.
Before you sleep, a small, flexible tube is threaded through your nose, into your stomach. As you sleep, a pump makes sure you never dip below âpainfully fullâ. Youâre not sure how much fatter youâll be by the end of the week, but it doesnât really matter - you just know that youâre finally growing, comfortably, to your potential.
If someone asked your goal weight, youâd probably say that you havenât really thought about it.
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