The App #BREMENMASK - "All but immobile...well...for now"

Hey mate, it’s always been my dream to get massive but lack the motivation. I need someone more experienced to force me to get bigger who knows better than me and will push me even when I think it’s too far. Can you help me out?

The App #BREMENMASK

Someone to make you bigger? If you like it or not? I’m sure my app can help you out there mate.

You put your phone down, it was probably a joke, maybe a spoof post? But as the screen turned red and showed your name and age, you began to realize it might be the real deal. Soon you could feel the room around you swirl, this was going to be a change for more than just you. You saw your wallpaper peel from years of neglect, your bed grew under you to a king size, way larger than what you had before. Next a set of hooks and ropes snapped into the celling, the long red stings hanging down towards you.

“S-shit, is it…real?” You reached out and grabbed on, it was real. Worse, it snaked around your wrist and as your tried to pull it away with your other hand it only gave the second rope a chance. Soon you felt them pull your arms apart and lift you to a sitting position on the bed, arms held up above you in a ‘Y’ pose. As of yet, you looked the same, as you looked down at yourself you were almost surprised nothing else had changed, maybe even glad. Tugging for a while at the ropes to no avail you barely noticed two more, these however, moved from a steel hook on the floor, up the bed, towards your feet. You just caught them in time to pull one foot aside but something gabbed your head from behind. Thick leather snapped from an invisible space behind you around your mouth and jaw. A hole for your mouth opened and a tube grew down into it, making it impossible to speak, after a few seconds it became a solid, thick head strap. You could barely close your mouth at all. “MUUUPHHHUHPH” You thrashed against the ropes now fixing your legs to the bed posts, spread wide. You were now stuck sat at a perfect 90’ and supported from above.

“Sup bro”

Your head turned to the doorway, luckily it was the only thing that could still move. The man you saw there was a stranger, about your age but a bit chunkier and he’d clearly been in a gym. “MUUUMPUH”

“Oh stop that dude, I’m coming” He turned back out the room and grabbed some sort of bag, throwing it over his shoulder like a football player. As he approached, you saw his clothes more clearly. He must have been a farmer, or at least a workman, he had jeans on with a white shirt and a red “MY NAME IS…HANK” Badge for at work. He sat on the bed, slapping your modest stomach. “Barely anything there” he joked as he took his hand up and held your head by wrapping his huge calloused hand over your cheek. For a split second, you enjoyed it.

“Now let’s get to work, I got the one you wanted” he huffed and undid the large bag. He pulled out a massive blender, must have been 5 or L that it could blend, with several huge blades and a grid to clean it. It looked industrial and expensive. “MMMUPHUH?!” Even gagged, Hank could see your were at least puzzled. “I’ll show ya, look…” he turned it around, revealing a steel section with a hose attached to a valve. “…its for feeding like, 100 people, you just open this and it has a pump that it uses, check it out mate!” He plugged it into the wall and placed it on the table next to the bed. Then he took out milk, butter, ice cream, sweets, cake…you lost count, and put them into the blender. “Get ready it’s a pretty rough pump, its not meant for a person ya know” Your eyes widen in horror as he clicked on.

It sounded fairly quiet, spinning up like a washing machine before lowering the blades into the mess of fat and sugar. It quickly started build up and thicken into 4L of yellow milky liquid. The machine beeped. The blade stopped and it started to hum rhythmically.  “Oh, here we go, better get this connected ay” Hank said, slotting the hose into your mouth gag and down into your throat. He wasn’t lying that the pump was rough, it was like being attached to a jet engine. The force made it impossible to move or think about anything else. It took all of your being to breath and swallow. Once or twice you messed up the timing and a load of milky spewed out your nose. “Dawe, dumb ass” Hank laughed as he wiped it away each time.

You could feel your gut now, it took a few minuets of swallowing to get there, but once it began it happened pretty rapidly. You pushed your head down to watch as the pain became unbearable. Like a bubble being released you heard a loud internal “GLUUG” before the whole thing expanded. “There we go fella” He slapped your growing stomach, slowly proceeding to rub it in a circle as you moaned from the pain and constant swallowing.  Soon your shirt was lifting over it, the ball of skin getting larger and tighter in your clothes with every passing second. “MMMMMUUUUUU-GASP!” Suddenly the tube was empty and you felt the rush of air into the pipe as you took your chance to breath.

“Finally, round two” Hank stood and returned to the bag, but you couldn’t see. You could barely register what had been happening while you’d been feeding, but now…

Your arms had inflated, not with muscle, just fat, the rope was holding them up and that was it. You couldn’t even lift them up higher anymore let alone yank them free. Your head meanwhile, had gained a neck, the skin wrapping around your shoulders so you couldn’t turn all the way like you could before. Bellow you was a chest of two globes of fat, hanging over a gut that had totally popped the old shirt over the top so it looked like a bra now. You couldn’t see them, but your balls and cock had gotten chubby too. Now a whole 12 inches long and 4 inches wide, you’d never get to feel it yourself though, not just became your new gut wouldn’t allow it, but because 3 of those 12 inches was buried inside your own fat pad. Almost on the beat, you heard the machine buzz into work again as it began to blend, meanwhile Hank moved down and rested his head, now smaller by comparison, on your ball gut. His beard ticking under your pecs, he slipped his arm around the gut and found his way to your aching member. You hadn’t even realized, you were hard as a rock. Maybe it was just the fat, it made it hard to feel but with his hand gripping it, you wiggled as best you could before without warning, you were being pumped again.

Later…

It must have been a few hours? Maybe? You slowly opened your eyes to see some of your vision was blocked. Your tried to wipe them clear, your arms however didn’t budge. They weren’t tied up anymore you quickly realized, but they were packed into something tight. You tried to speak “MuuuMmmmPhhUhpppph” It was more muffled than before, but Hank must have still heard you.

“Oh your awake, I didn’t wanna stop so I kept going while you were sleep mate. Oh wait you can’t see-here” You heard a buzzing and slowly your body lays bac as whatever was supporting you slowly gives way. ‘Oh holy shit’ you thought as you finally saw why you couldn’t see before. You were sat up still, that was all it was?! You gut and pecs were now so huge, so fat and mammoth that they’d risen up above your view, now laying down, the sheer mass of your own body weighed down on you. It felt like a bus was laying on top of you but….it was just your own body. Your arms too, were now stuck, your shoulders too huge and pressing against your chest, the sides of your new gut, your love handles…well, love bouncy castles. You were all but immobile, it was the point of no return.

“Don’t worry!” Hank said some somewhere bellow, you felt a tiny hand on the huge skin of your belly. “I got the same food ordered every day for you for the next 6 months. Then we can talk about getting a bigger place for us ay”

“MuuumphhhHUppppPmhhh!”