It was a question I'd been asked a million times and my answer was always the same - "I honestly don't know"
"You don't know how big you want to get?"
"How could I? Everyone's experiences are different, I've never been fat so how could I know?"
"But you definitely want to get bigger?"
"Well I'm not here for weight loss tips" I joked. It seemed strange to me the amount of people that wouldn't bother to read my profile, no matter which feedism site I happened to be on.
"It looks like you're off to a good start"
"Thanks" I hadn't been shy about posting my pictures lately, still not brave enough to show my face but I was proud of the 30lbs I'd put on and wanted to share.
"I bet you're gorgeous, If I was your feeder you'd be huge"
I never knew what to say to these remarks – as nice as compliments are, there's only so many times you can say thanks without it getting a little monotonous.
"Thanks, 🙂" I put the emoji in to try and vary it up a little
"Seriously, I'd love to grow you massive"
Maybe it was because I was tired or maybe it was because I was tired of the same old chats but I got a bit snippy.
"Really Dec? And how would you do that? You live in a different country"
"There are ways if you're serious about gaining"
"Come on, the only way you'd be able to make me gain is if you put food in my mouth and unless you're planning an international trip, that won't be happening any time soon."
I didn't want to get into a feeding relationship with someone from another country, even if they provided money for food and you cammed every day, it seemed so impersonal. Besides, I wasn't even sure I wanted a feeder, I was quite happy sharing my stories and chatting to folks in the community.
"Forget about that for a moment, how big would you get given the choice? 200? 300? 400? 500? 600?"
"Sure Dec, I'd be 600lbs, why not even fatter?" I cut in with a sarcastic reply. I don't care if they do say it's the lowest form of wit, I'm a Brit, it's my birth right to be sarcastic.
"Oh nice" replied Dec "What would that be like? Tell me every little detail"
"Listen, Dec I'm really tired, I'm just gonna turn in, goodnight"
"Goodnight Blur, sweet dreams"
I powered down my tablet, snuggled up under my duvet and drifted off to sleep.
My alarm went off and I fumbled for my phone to turn it off, smacking my hand off of my bedside cabinet.
"Ow! What the hell!" It was if my bed was lower than it should have been, causing me to miss where my phone should have been, on opening my eyes, my ceiling looked further away than it should've been, looking across at my window confirmed that I was in fact closer to the ground as if my bed had broken. It was getting old but I didn't think it was that bad, and surely I would've woken up if my bed had collapsed! Just what was going on?
I got my answer as I raised my arm to brush some hair out of my face, moving far slower than I expected, it felt like my arm was moving through treacle. In my dazed state I opened my eyes fully to try and figure out what was happening - I was shocked at what I saw.
My arm looked massive! It was as if someone had stuck a bike pump in my elbow and blown it up. I gazed at a swollen hand with sausage-like fingers, there was a slight crease where my wrist should have been but my forearm now bulged wildly before dipping back in where my elbow should have been. My upper arm looked to be about the size my thigh had been before I went to sleep.
"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed "Steph! Steph!" I called out to my roommate in hope that she was still at home but she had obviously already left for work. "Fuck!"
I tried to sit up as I normally would but quickly came to the realisation that it wasn't just my arm that was huge, the rest of my body had been plumped up to match.
I flailed as much as I could, desperately trying to remove myself from under the duvet. I must have looked like an upended turtle with my arms and legs moving in slow motion, aimlessly grabbing and trying to right myself.
"Help! Help!" I screamed to no-one in particular, it was no use, if I was going to move I'd have to do this myself.
Eventually I regained my composure, I'd seen enough women of size move to know what I had to do, I needed to gain momentum. I reached down as far as I could, past my boobs and grabbed hold of the top of my belly. With all my might, I managed to swing my legs over the edge of the bed and planted them on the floor. By stepping on the duvet, I managed to pull myself into a sitting position, sweat pouring off me I used my bedside table to finally stand.
I reached for my phone, it was out of charge, whatever happened with my bed last night had knocked the charger out of the wall.
"Damn, I can't even call anyone!" I said exasperated. I then noticed a note taped to the back of it. It read: 172 x 4 =?
"What the hell is this?!" I said to myself "I've gotta get help" and I made my way to my bedroom door. Of course, this was easier said than done. My once graceful gait had been replaced with a slow ponderous waddle, my hanging gut slapping against my naked thighs with every step.
I then came to the problem of my bedroom door; my newly inflated hips now cleared the doorframe by several inches on each side.
"No! I can't be stuck in here!"
Turning sideways I pushed myself through by pushing down on my mountainous stomach, using the sweat I had perspired as a lubricant I had my escape.
Luckily my roommate's door way was wide enough for me to waddle through, I don't know why I went in her room but it was there that I finally got a good look at myself in our mirrored wardrobes.
I stood in awe at my reflection, I had been a little chubby before buy now I was mountainous. My face appeared almost spherical as my chubby cheeks and fledgling double chin had been replaced by what looked to be a ball of fat with my features painted on it.
My tits were as huge as I had guessed, sagging down to where my navel had used to reside, they merged with the rolls of fat that now hung under my arms and ran all the way round to my back, forming large mounds there too.
My belly still formed two distinct rolls, just as it had done the day previous but now the lower roll hung well over where my waist had been and was now closer to my knees, covering my sex completely. The upper part was a huge gut, bigger than any I had ever seen, it jiggled slightly as I breathed, still not quite catching my breath.
My hips bulged out obscenely like the girls on those old dirty postcards you see at the seaside, only they weren't astronomically fat, I was.
I opened the door on one of my roommate's wardrobes so that I could create a way to see my behind, it was truly titanic. Spreading out like a dimpled mushroom cap it was supported by equally dimpled thighs.
"Jesus Christ" I panted "just how fat am I?"
My thoughts turned to getting help and for that I needed clothes, it was then that I noticed the combination lock that now adorned my wardrobe, a note hung from it: Enter your answer here
"My answer?! The note!" A quick bit of mental arithmetic later and I was in only to be faced with another note: That's correct you now weigh 688lbs how does it feel?
"688lbs?! Bloody hell!" I read on through my bewilderment: I took the liberty of replacing your clothes with some that should fit you a little better, I left underwear in your room but don't worry about that for now. Put on some clothes and come downstairs, you must be starving.
The note was right, I'd worked up quite an appetite in all the furore, I grabbed one of the huge dresses that now hung in my wardrobe and slid it over my head. It clung tightly to my now gelatinous body, revealing every roll and fold. I couldn't worry about that now though I could suddenly smell the unmistakable aroma of bacon frying.
As quickly as my tree trunk legs would take me I made my way downstairs, having to go one step at a time for fear of crashing through the bay window on my landing should I lose my balance. When I finally got to the kitchen I was greeted by a feast of my favourite breakfast items laid out on the dining table. Bacon, sausages, fried bread, several types of eggs, buttered crumpets and flaky croissants. I found myself salivating and immediately dug in. Pop tarts and Lucky Charms were washed down with chocolate milk and the Sunny D from when I was a kid. "What kind of sorcery is this?!" I thought to myself.
When I cleared my last plate, I was confronted by my next note painted on it: Come through to the living room and I'll explain. Finally, I'd get some answers! I heaved myself up from the bench I had been sitting on while I feasted and made my way to the living room where I was greeted by -
"Dec!"
"Blur! Come through, I see you followed my notes to a tee"
"Dec, what the fuck is going on?!"
"Come, sit, let me explain. I've replaced your old armchair with something a bit sturdier to accommodate your fabulous new form"
"Dec, why do I now weigh 688lbs?" I asked while I took a seat
"Well I took your weight and multiplied it by four"
"I know that!" I shouted "But why? How?"
"Well you said you'd be over 600lbs given the choice, I've made your dreams come true"
"That was sarcasm! Dammit Dec!"
"Ah I see, they should really make a font for that"
"Change me back Dec, I don't want to be 688lbs"
"Well it's far too late for that, my magic is powerful stuff, I spent all night crafting your new body - I can't just change you back at the click of my fingers!"
"What the hell!? Change me back or I'm going to the papers! I'm sure they'd like to know all about your magic"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" an air of authority invaded his words "I didn't just alter your body, I changed your life history. As far as anyone is concerned you've always been this big, you'd just look like you'd lost your mind. And of course, you don't have to stay this size, I could always make it so that you're bed-ridden couldn't I?"
I looked at him and saw that he wasn't kidding.
"Besides, I saw how you scarfed down that breakfast you loved it! And you're gonna love being my feedee, able to eat as much as you like whenever you like, never going hungry, it'll be great!"
He did have a point, I do love my food and never going hungry again sounded amazing.
"I even got you a treat – your favourite Krispy Kreme's! Open wide!"
Eh, life could be worse. I opened my mouth expectantly.
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