So You Think You're Fat

A pseudo sequel to "So you want to get fat". Enjoy!

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So you think you’re fat, huh? Well let me tell you, this is just the start. My name is Foodie Masterson, and I’m here to help you through this lovely transition we call, getting fat. By the time you’re done, you’ll be remembering these as your skinny days.

So you’re fresh out of college, a fair bit bulkier than when you started. You thought the freshman 15 was a joke, that was until it was more reality than fantasy. You’re still young, you tell yourself, any extra weight would be easy to lose, but every passing year that fact would just get more and more inaccurate. By college graduation you were left with a permanent thick layer of flab across your entire body. Your stomach churns everytime you step on the scale, you inch closer and closer to the point of no return. That fateful day happens right as you are about to receive your diploma, you cross the 200 pound mark.

You see yourself as officially fat, but you're barely just chubby as you enter the workforce. Every new chapter is the opportunity for a fresh start, and you hope that’s what getting a nice comfortable entry level job in the city will do for you. If only you knew the opposite was coming, you might have made some different decisions.

Living in the city is rough, it’s a busy place, lots of moving people, and your career is just getting started. You grew up thinking you had to work hard to make it in this world, so you take every opportunity to stay late at the office, or hustle to be the first to arrive. If that means grabbing a muffin in the lobby for breakfast, or letting your boss order dinner to the office when you stay late, it was all worth it for your career. You can’t even spend any brain power on those empty calories, you’re too busy working. Even at your tiny apartment, you barely have two pots to cook a decent meal, so you started things off here by relying on local restaurants to supply pretty much all your meals. A warm slice of pizza at night, or bear claw with your morning coffee really help stimulate you for the day, too bad they are the cause of needing a new wardrobe only 6 months after starting the new job.

That 20 pounds came faster than ever before, but you don’t let it deter you from your career goals. A couple of breakroom donuts seem to do the trick of staving off your hunger throughout the morning, so you can be as productive as possible before lunch. A few of the folks at the office had started to see your potential and started inviting you to their luncheons, helping you network even more as you mindlessly fill your stomach. There are so many good bistros near your office, you start to get a little excited to find out where your next lunch is scheduled.

Nights and weekends are spent keeping up appearances, going out to ladies night with the finance gals, or meeting up at the division's karaoke party once a month. Loosening up with a few sugary cocktails is a necessity each time. The nights always end with you tipsy and back at your place, hungry from a night of drinking and little food. The leftover take out in your fridge is a good start, but soon it starts to not be enough. Good thing you have plenty of late night options all around your building. Most nights it is easy just to grab a large pizza and make a massive dent in it, but you also have a great gyro place north of you, and the best burritos just at the corner.

The weather might have turned cold, but the thick layer of fat you’ve worked hard on helps keep out the chill. But when spring rolls around, it’s clear as day that you’ve only gotten bigger. After having spent the holiday season enjoying turkey and cookies, 30 extra pounds are even more difficult to hide. Was it time for a diet? Exercise? You had never had to worry about these things before, wasn’t your busy office life supposed to help shed the college pounds, not bring more to the party? The only thing that was clear was at 250 pounds, you were more than just chubby, and might be headed towards truly being fat.

Cutting back was harder than it sounded though, food was just too delicious to turn down. Indulging had become something you enjoyed. You were working so much you didn’t have time for much else, until you realized eating had become your number one hobby. No wonder you had gotten so thick. Giving that up meant cutting out your main source of happiness. Yeah you enjoyed furthering your career, but it was long and grueling work, it was nowhere near as enjoyable as a fresh and hot steak and cheese sub with a nice cold coke.

With your indulgent side only increasing as the days warmed up, you pay less attention to your growing waistline, and focus more on the items that are increasing it. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s at the corner store becomes an after work tradition, and a fully sugared up ice coffee is your morning routine. Your plump figure swells as you ingest more and more. Grabbing two donuts at a time from the break room adds up to a quick half dozen by the time lunch rolls around. With your recent promotion your lunch schedule fills up with even more higher end managers and clients, getting you through the doors of some of the best eateries in town. The rich decadent food lines up, just for you to clean your plate day in and day out.

You’re not sure how you never noticed it before, but the best little bakery sat just around the corner from your apartment building. At first you tried to avoid it, but your willpower has finally been totally sapped, and you can’t say no to anything delicious. Your orders there start small, just a brownie, or some cookies, but soon you can’t help trying just about every menu item, even the large ones, like pies and cakes, taking them back to your loft and enjoying the entire thing yourself.

All those buttery and surgery treats help push you over 300 pounds. You remember when 200 sounded like a nightmare, when 200 made you feel officially fat. 300 brought all those emotions back. You realize you were indeed just chubby back then, now you were actually fat. A belly that pooched out in front of you, hanging over your waistband if you didn’t tuck it in. You thought your thigh gap was gone at the end of college, now those chubby legs touched halfway to your knees. The rump you sit on day in and day out has grown so wide you can feel it brush the arms rests when you sit down. At least your knockers have really blown up, despite being a bigger gal, you notice plenty of guys eyeing your vast cleavage as your boobs struggle to not overflow the cups of your bra.

You gasp thinking how you could have possibly gained 100 in only like a year. You think about all the donuts, coffees, lunches, take out containers, boxes of pizza, pints of ice cream. These thoughts don’t deter you though, they only fuel you. Your hunger, it must be fed, and you know just the place. Super Buffet King, you’ve passed it plenty of times since you moved to the city, but have only looked through the glass. It always reminded you of the times you hit the local Chinese buffet in college with your gal pals. You eat until stuffed, never a passing thought about the days worth of calories you had just consumed. Walking through the door the smell is overwhelming to a fat girl like you. You quickly find a seat and start to help yourself to the buffet. Sauced chicken, fried vegetables, crispy beef, oh everything looks so good. Your plate is piled higher than you thought possible, but it doesn't phase you, you just can’t wait to eat it all.

Sitting alone, you shove the flavorful cuisine into your mouth, savoring every bite. Looking around the restaurant you notice other patrons of all shapes and sizes, two people catch your eye though. One is a mom, probably at least ten years older than you, but just about your size. She’s there with her two kids, and seemed to be digging into her plate with as much gusto as you are. This is probably the only time she has to eat to her heart's content with two rugrats running around all the time. You think to yourself that you’re glad you're not in that situation. You’re at least on your own, only responsible for yourself.

The other gal has you even more intrigued. Sitting close to the mother of two is someone much closer to your age, but she’s big, bigger than you, bigger than anyone here, and by a decent margin. She had been sitting here longer than you, and looked like she’d still be here by the time you left, considering you were already on plate number three. She was with a scrawny guy who seemed to be filling her plate while she inhaled what was on the table. She was so big her rolls had rolls. You almost couldn’t look away. It makes you think about the path you are on, getting fatter by the day. Would you one day be that size? She wasn’t just fat, she was enormous.

If you kept eating like this it was sure to happen. You had finished four massive plates, and were thinking about a fifth. Thinking was as far as you got though, your stomach was fuller than it had ever been, and you needed to go rest this meal off. Starring your future in the face did little to change your ways though, your appetite was full steam ahead and seemed like nothing could change it.

Why fight it? It was easier just to give in right? So what if the scale slowly crawled up week after week. 305, 309, 316. You only get to live once, why not enjoy the pleasures of life. All your clothing was easy to replace, as you busted tight buttons on your blouse or found your skirts harder and harder to maneuver over your rear. With your palate full of rich tasty flavors all day every day, life's minor inconveniences were not so bothersome. Like when you had to request an armless chair at work, or the day your skirt split when you bent over chasing a brownie you had dropped. Any and all problems could be solved by food.

Your scale at home had turned obsolete, as it didn’t read anything past 330 pounds, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to climb. One good thing to come from all this was making some friends along the way. Everyone who worked at your favorite bakery knew you on a first name basis by now. For awhile now your daily order had grown to multiple items, and you had to be their favorite customer. It was not lost on them how their baked goods were affecting your waistline, but you know what they say, profits over people. Plus it wasn’t like they were making you come in each and everyday, sometimes twice.

Flabby, you feel totally flabby. At 200 pounds you were thick, at 300 you were pretty round, but now as you neared 400 you just feel flabby. You’ve gotten so big, almost double your college graduation weight. You’re the largest in your office by far, and no one questions when the office fatty eats half the breakroom donuts herself. You jiggle with each step you take, your clothes are always tight, digging into your massive bulges. Yet you just continue to eat and eat and eat. What was once a satisfying meal, is now just a snack. You polish off entire pizzas before going to the kitchen to look for something more. One entree at a restaurant is not nearly enough for someone with your appetite.

As your body becomes more swaddled with fat you start to wonder if there is more to life than this. At first eating was your way to escape work, but now more than a couple years on the job that part of your life is mostly on auto pilot. Now eating was a way to feed your hunger, your sweet tooth, your endless tummy. It didn’t spark the same joy as it did before. You grew concerned that you were just going to grow into a ball of fat, alone in your dark city apartment.

But often in life we find a ray of brightness in the moments we need them most. The day seemed like any other, you had gotten dressed for work, finished a pint of ice cream before leaving the house. You slog over to the bakery around the block for your morning treats. Even visiting the bakery had become monotonous, your order rarely deviating from the refinement you had made over the years. They handed you the large flat box containing the hundreds of calories you’d quickly consume before your work day started, but before you left they had one more thing for you.

“Hey, I just wanted to introduce you to our new recruit, Nicholas.” Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes slowly looked up to meet his, and it wasn’t from the build up in your arteries. You didn’t know what this feeling was, but you were clearly lusting over him. He was very pleasant and shook your hand with a smile. You hadn’t really pictured yourself with someone, especially after you had passed 300 pounds. Before that you were too focused on your career. Afterwards you were too focused and concerned about your waistline. Nicholas though, he gave you a warm feeling you couldn’t shake.

Every new day that passed you got to see Nicholas each time you visited the bakery. Your occasional after work visit, turned into a mandatory one. His smile was infectious, you dreamed of running your hands through his hair at night. All those calories had only plumped up your figure even more, which is why you were surprised that after one of your trips to the bakery a few weeks after Nicholas had started you could hear him calling your name as you walked away down the street. At first you thought you were just hearing things, wishful dreaming, but then you realize it's actually happening. You turn your massive frame to see him rushing towards you.

After catching his breath a little, something you had to do almost continuously, he blurts out, “Would you like to go out to dinner?” You? Him? Dinner? Of course that was something that you wanted. He’s glad to hear it, and the two of you meet up later that night. You can’t help but demolish every plate delivered to the table, it's been your routine for a while now. Nicholas doesn’t seem to mind, and only asks if there is anything else he can get you. He obviously doesn’t have a problem with your size or your appetite. You wonder what will become of this. He seems like a really great guy, and it’s not like you’ve been asked on a date since you moved here. Could he end up being your boyfriend?

A couple more dates would answer that question. Everytime Nicholas would take you out and you’d eat to your heart's content, it was nice. You obviously liked to eat, and going out with Nicholas made it fun again. It was official, you were now boyfriend and girlfriend, even though it felt weird to use those terms now that you were an adult, but your dating record was pretty sparse, so it helped you define the relationship.

Now your daily bakery runs were capped off with a kiss from your boyfriend, and a few extra treats in your box from him. Dinners were no longer lonely affairs, they were dates out all over the city. You were enjoying yourself so much, you almost forgot about your ever increasing weight. It wouldn’t be long before it reminded you though. The ever tightening clothes, the brushing of hips in doorways, everything pointed toward your ever increasing expansion. Nick didn’t seem to mind though, he seemed to enjoy your curves, he seemed to enjoy your curves a lot. So it wasn’t too big of a shock when he came clean about his preference for bigger women, for gaining women, in essence, you.

He confessed he wanted to see you gain even more, get even fatter, eat even more (if that last one was even possible). You had long had to come to terms with your weight, you thought you were fat before, you were undeniably fat now, but how much bigger could you possibly get. Well first thing would be finding out how fat you were now. For that, it required a scale not purchasable at any home store. Nick had to special order something heavy duty that went up to 550 pounds. You hadn’t weighed yourself since you passed the 330 mark of your old scale, and you knew you were significantly larger now.

Stepping on the new scale is kind of exciting for you, fatness was clearly a turn on for your boyfriend, and your weight was an objective measure of just how fat you were. He even had to read the number for you, that belly of yours was just way too big at this point, you can’t even remember the last time you saw your toes. 412 he told you, a decent way past the 400 pound milestone. And you certainly felt over 400 pounds. So much weight, so many rolls, and bulges and curves. But Nick wanted to feed you even more. How could you say no? You loved to eat, you loved Nick, it seemed like it was finally time to fully give in.

Nick was over the moon and was already planning how to plump you up even more. His goal was to have you well fed 24/7 with the most fattening foods available. No longer would you have to walk to the bakery, he hand delivered you a massive order every morning. Lunch was called in to your desk at work, delivery boys getting used to where your desk was after only a few weeks. Dinners tended to be at home where Nick could better control the pace of meals, aka much quicker than what a restaurant kitchen could pump out. And then it was time for your favorite part of the day, dessert. This is where Nick really went over the top. Cakes, pies, gallons of ice cream. He loaded up on as many sweet treats as your apartment could hold, and you’d eat them until you were completely stuffed. At this point your work clothes had long been stripped, eating in just your underwear. Nick loved to fondle your rolls, squeeze your massive milk jugs, rub your bulging belly. Often nightly dessert would turn into, nightly dessert in bed. Hunched on all fours over a rich chocolate sheet cake, while Nick took you from behind.

This was how food needed to be enjoyed. Everything you ate seemed sensual. Every calorie added to your waist, every additional inch of flab got Nick that much more excited. It made you feel sexy. Your pounds didn’t make you unattractive, they were exactly what made you attractive. More food meant more of you, which meant more to be attracted to. Not that you didn’t eat as much as you wanted before, but now you really tested your limits. It wasn’t just Nick who was pushing you, you were pushing yourself.

The weekly weigh-ins helped urge you on. Passing 425 and 450, you felt yourself getting even fatter, but you wanted even more. As you ate you could see your belly grow, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it wouldn’t shrink back down. Stuffing your face was more of a full time job than your real full time job. You used to dedicate so much energy to your work, now all that energy and more went to filling your belly. You'd gobble up anything in sight, grabbing it with your fat fingers, pushing it past your plump lips.

475, you could feel that 500 pound milestone coming. Every inch of you dripped in fat. Every night you craved Nick to take you to the bedroom, stuff you with sweets, and pleasure you until you passed out. Almost 500 pounds of flesh. Your knockers hung off you, bigger than any rack you'd ever seen. They were perched atop your massive belly, a belly that stuck out in every direction. All this flab held up by two powerful thick thighs and one supremely supple booty.

500 pound grew nearer and nearer. More burgers, more hot dogs. 489. More cookies, more brownies. 493. Ice cream, fried chicken, donuts, more, more, more!

Saturday was now your favorite day of the week. No pesky work to get in the way of your eating. Meals could take hours, your fat ass didn't have to leave the couch if it didn't want to. Nick had time to fry you up an amazing breakfast, rather than rely exclusively on baked pastry. Pancakes, waffles, fresh toast and eggs. Platters of each pass through your lips. Not to mention the bacon, sausage, and ham. Breakfast was always capped off on the weekend with sweets, donuts, danishes, cinnamon rolls. Most of the time you would just roll right into lunch. Roast beef sandwiches, rich servings of potato and macaroni salad.

The best part of Saturday though, what you looked forward to all week, your weigh-in. It was always right before dinner. Yeah eating all day probably messed with the results, but when was your stomach ever going to be empty anyways? Your midnight snacking was an art form at this point, so not even sleep could empty your belly.

After working so hard, eating so much, stuffing yourself to the limit for weeks and months, the day had finally come. You stepped on the scale and waited for Nick to read you the result. You already knew though, you could feel it on you.

"501" he said. "This calls for a celebration." Nick had clearly planned for this, because he took you into the bedroom and showed you a dress he wanted you to wear at dinner tonight. You were more than happy to oblige. The dress hugged all of your luscious curves, showed your generous cleavage, and was short enough that your thick thighs showed. You knew a dress like this would drive Nick wild. Your 500 pound engorged body, almost with a sausage casing covering it.

Nick told you he was going to take you out, somewhere you'd really like, but it was a surprise. You weren't too excited to leave the house. Leaving the house meant walking, or waddling in your case, and on weekends you tried to limit your waddling. Nick insisted it was worth it. He took you down the street, a street you were familiar with. You passed stores and restaurants you used to go to. You wondered if you'd even fit through the door or in a booth anymore.

Then, as you were almost about to throw in the towel on this walking thing, you finally arrived. When you saw the neighborhood you had a sneaking suspicion this was where you were headed. Super King Buffet. A mischievous smile covered your face. Nick was pleased at your acceptance and took you in to get a table.

"You wait here, I'll get you a plate." Nick said before wandering off, leaving you to have a look around. Nick wasn't gone long, and as soon as your plate arrived you dug right in, but you did have time to notice a few of the other patrons.

How full circle things had come. It had been 200 pounds ago that you had come to this restaurant on your own. Back then, across the room, you had seen a woman, equal to your size now, being waited on by her boyfriend, much like you were now. It finally all made sense to you, they had been a feedee and feeder, just like you and Nick were.

You had come to this city looking for a future, and in the hustle and bustle you found yourself turning to food. Food filled you with happiness. But as you grew it wasn't enough, after seeing that couple deep down you knew you wanted to be just like that, even if you couldn't admit it to yourself at the time. You wanted the freedom to eat unbound, no worries about your weight or what others thought. You wanted a loving boyfriend who wanted to take care of you. You weren’t looking to get fat, but lucky you did, for now those things were yours.

As Nick brought you plate after plate, your stomach started to fill and expand as it always did. After five plates, you knew you still had plenty of room for more. What was it, four before when you had thrown in the towel? You were going to easily double that and then more.

Although transfixed on your meal, you still couldn't help but check out everyone else between bites. The first thing you spotted was a couple who looked like they had a promising future. The girl was moderately chubby, like you were in college. They actually looked about college age. They seemed to be out on a date, maybe even a first date. The most important thing was that they were having fun. You envied her a little, wishing you had Nick in your life all those years ago when you arrived here. It wasn't until you were nearly 400 pounds when he came into your life. She would surely grow past chubby very quickly with a loving and enabling boyfriend around her all the time.

After them you noticed another budding bloom, but this one was all on her own. Probably 300 pounds you guessed, the same size you were your first time here. Rather than top heavy like yourself, this one was all booty. Even just at 300, she practically needed two chairs already. She seemed to be indulging her appetite, much like any large girl would do here. It wasn’t that long ago that you were her, feeling almost a little helpless as your weight just steadily grew and grew. You were about eight plates in at this point, when you decided to do something bold. You ask Nick to help heave you up and you waddle over to her.

“Hi I noticed you over here all alone. Maybe you want to join me and my boyfriend?” The way she looked at you, she had clearly noticed you before now. You knew this could go one of two ways, and if it went the way you wanted you knew good things were in store. When she sheepishly but jubilantly nodded her head a smile stretched wide across your face.

With all three of you back at your table, you start to tell her that you used to be right where she was, bigger than ever, gaining without even trying. You explain that Nick helped you realize that gaining was a pleasure, not a plague, and that you wish you had given into your desires much earlier. The young gal seemed impressed. By the end of your story she told you she was really glad you came over, and wanted to know if you two could get together for another meal sometime. You could never say no to a meal.

Fresh out of college at 200 pounds, you thought you were fat, but were just barely chubby. You now think how skinny you were back then, how foolish you were for thinking about losing weight, and how much easier it would have been to just let yourself go all those years ago. With your focus on your career you left your love life and waistline on auto pilot. Lucky for you Nick came into your life, and it wasn’t too long before helocked you down with a bling of a ring.

You even have a new bestie now, Cheryl, who you make sure to go to the Chinese buffet at least once a month with. She's in love with the bakery you introduced her to, and has been looking for a feeder to turn her into a feedee from the day you two met. You know it’s only a matter of time before a good man comes to take her plus size ass off the market.

And you, you’re just trying to make Nick’s dream of having over 600lbs of flab standing across from him at the altar come true. The dress is already ordered, the only thing left is for you to fit in it.

And there is your happily ever after. It was a long journey, but well worth it in the end. I’m glad I could help you navigate the emotional journey that is getting fat. That’s all for now, as always, I’ll continue to be Foodie Masterson, and I’ll see you next time.