Captaincoolzero

I'm sitting down on the couch, looking at something that will change my life. A machine stands there and stays still as I grab the hose from it and bring it toward me. This machine would inevitably pump so much fluid into me, I would become a brand new person. I have always wanted to be fat everyday I strived to be immobile and not be able to move myself from all the pounds of fat. But I keep well in shape. I am an athlete and even know I want to be fat it have held it back for a long time. Would I waste it now? All my hard work on my skinny body just to throw it away and make myself a slob? Without hesitation, I stuff the hose down my

Full. Oh so full. Sat back in the reclining arm chair, I can barely move an inch. The weight of dinner presses down on me, and as I rub my gut with ham-like hands I try to imagine what I look like. Big would be an understatement. Huge still doesn’t cover it. I feel mammoth, elephantine, fattened and stuffed to bursting like a helpless Christmas turkey. Looking down, I assess the damage. A big and bloated beach ball of a belly bursts through my buttoned shirt. Charges over my trunk-like lap and surges towards my knees. It’s taut, tight, shining with strain as it battles to keep the feast in. The skin is hot, stinging, as though it

     You open your eyes to a bleak gray basement. Coming to your senses, you try to move your body, but quickly find that you're tied to the wall at your ankles and wrists with what appears to be tape, suspended off the ground, clad only in your underwear. Looking around the room, all you see is a complex machine in the corner next to you, and a door on the far wall.     Heavy thudding comes from beyond the door, and you watch as three women walk into the room. The women are immediately striking, their figures voluptuously fat. Each one of them has a rotund dome of a belly, breasts that are larger than their heads, thighs so chunky they imp