Dim was the early morning light as it pierced the drawn blinds. The sporadic shafts of light cutting the still darkness of the bedroom, it’s amber hue giving a fiery glow to the pale pink silken hills dominating the bed. At either end of the pink expanse, it’s silken sheen gave way to an exposure of pale white flesh that ever so slightly wobbled as the mass slowly moved. With a slow but steady tattoo the covers rose and fell with each struggled inhale and exhale, curving the angular beams that illuminated the bed. The thick, humid air surrounding the swollen mass hung silent in the chamber as the sun light lifted and fractured into a beautiful array upon the rhinestone encrusted letters that hung above the mass and spelling “Meghan” in an elegant script. This engorged mound was infact at it’s core a woman, a young woman of only 21 whose name was that which hung on the wall above her. Even though her bulbous body lay at rest, her great stomach rumbled in hunger. Fortuitously, down the hall a symphony of cooking was beginning to build in preparation for her breakfast.. Smells of the gastronomic wonders being birthed from within the kitchen swiftly wafted down the hall and in through the small crack of the door, stirring the once silent resident of this isolate room. While stir she did, limited were those movements as sounds of waking began to coo from between her plump, full lips. Slowly her eyes lifted open, seeing the light of day crest over the mounds of her cheek flesh to greet the dawning morn and the feast the smells that stirred her had promised. Her head was unable to tilt to even the slightest change in degree, leaving the mirrored ceiling and wall facing her were the only means to examine her abode. The wall behind her was a vibrant wallpaper of neon pink and black zebra print behind the polished chrome and rhinestone headboard of the bed on which she rested. In front along the wall were cameras and great studio lights that were now slowly warming up and coming on one by one, blinding her still sleep filled eyes with their glare. Amidst this haze she begins to flail the plump unbending digits of her hands as much as their amassed adipose would allow. The only, though barely, moveable appendages she had left. Her drowsy mind annoyed and focused on a way to remedy her blinded eyes.

In frustration Meghan tried to peer outwards, into the mirrors for what she sought. Instead something a bit out of the ordinary caught her eye. On the nightstand beside her were four cartons labeled “Extra Heavy Cream”, another large jug of a thick chocolatey brown paste, and a stack of boxes labeled “Donuts”. The donuts a rare gift before breakfast, where a mere tease of what was to come, barely an appetizer, but still greatly welcomed. Beside the boxes where on most nightstands a lamp might rest, sat a blender with a jar which could hold just over a gallon. She knew all too well what it’s purpose was for being there. Once the staff arrived her fried sugary treats would be slurried up and fed to her during the morning routine. Just an extra boost of calories to help in her life's mission. Her mind now escaping the fog of sleep she felt around her plush, flesh cuffs only to find the remote she was seeking was already in her grasp.

This simple remote, yet mighty in its powers, was a tool in which Meghan had grown accustom. Without it she would as helpless as her form and girth would dictate. Her thick fingers, nearing uselessness in their own right, barely managed to input a series of commands to incline the head of her bunking, remove her mantle of silken and velvet coverings, and activate the cameras that hung all around her room, allowing her to fully gaze upon her nude glory with in the mirrors that hung upon the ceiling above her and her video screen on the wall opposite her.

Contrary to what some may think Meghan was not the victim of some cruel fate of illness or trapped within herself at the hands of some maniacal madman, though one could question her sanity at times for this state in which she now found herself was entirely self-inflicted. Not only that, she revelled in it and exhibited those revels to the world. Every swollen mound, every dimpled roll was acquired through her own insane lust for expanding her own body. It seemed not so long ago her passions had been unlocked, a fateful encounter in her early teens that turned her shame into pleasure, nay passion for this insane growth. Her mind began to wander back to those early days, just entering womanhood at age 12 and already she weighed almost 400 pounds. Lips curling into as much of a smile as her puffy cheeks would allow she envisioned herself back then. So plump and young, her fat yet to fully distribute into more womanly proportions. Most of it focused around her belly, arms and face. The hang of her double chin resting on her fattened chest, waiting to blossom in the years to come. “Such an innocent time, eating just because. No deeper purpose or lustful drive. Just eating for the sake of it. Well not always I suppose.” Meghan paused for a moment, reflecting on the vicious cycle that had contributed to her reaching such proportions at such a young age. “ The humiliation, “ She thought to herself, “The endless routine of overeating, teasing, and using food as comfort. Hating both myself and the seemingly endless hunger that growled deep inside.” Her mood changed quickly though, remembering the inspiration that had brought her the be the mountainous maiden she had become. “That is of course until THAT day came. Funny how a simple email could change the course of a life.” Even now almost ten years later she could still make it out clear as day. “It must have been an accident,” pondering the message it had contained, “Who would send a young girl such naughty words about her body.” Remembering those words she wished the person who had accidently sent them to her was among her legion of fans. She could feel a wetness beginning far down below, under hundreds of pounds of pure adipose, her mind focusing on the single line that started it all.



“You think you’re fat now… To me you’re skinny, to me you will never be fat enough. Get fatter and maybe someday you might just be big enough to be considered sexy. I will see to it that you never stop getting fatter and fatter and fatter as long as you live.”

Meghan’s body prickled all over, every nerve ending alight just at the thought of this phrase that had become the mantra for which she had lived her life. A mantra that had brought her to the point where she was today, nine years later and so engorged with excess flesh that she was barely recognizable by most, yet to her there was still so much more to go. She snapped back to reality when a sharp glare crossed her closed eyes as the bed continued to lift her. She gazed deep into the mirrored ceiling and focused her mind more on the present.

Meghan had grown accustomed to seeing her expansive self to the point that to her it was beginning to feel normal or, dare she admit it, thin, to her own tastes. Yet still, she couldn’t help but admire herself every morning. Her eyes tracing back and forth in their sunken sockets, trying to fit her whole self in frame at once to no avail. Too wide and elegant was her form to be contained in a single view from this distance, a veritable sea of pale and freckled flesh spanning and over encompassing the berth of the mattress on which she lay. Having to rely upon the series of cameras mounted around her, she watched on her screen as they flickered from shot to shot, showing her enormity in full. Observing the cushion of her hips at their farthest splay, hanging like risen dough from the edges, only adding to the sheer distended look of her form as they rounded back up and under her in great banks of adipose that tucked thrice in succession before becoming accustomed in to the great layers of flesh of her posterior and melding into the quivering mass that made up her near as scopic core. Sprawling to such a width that the rich thickness of her engorged upper limbs rest upon its expanse from shoulder to past fingertip and upon reaching her upright position were forced into an upward angle. Meager as the angle may have been, it was still more than enough to have the great pillows of her upper arms crease and vault creating a great wreath of flesh the encompassed the back of her head and smooshing her cheeks and chins forward more so that wide, only adding to how large they appeared.

Despite this enhancing of Meghan’s engorged face, the apex of her young features were elegant and smooth. Not a crease under her eyes, which shone like a pair of deep emerald jewels set in the purest of ivory. Narrow, with only the slightest upturn to the tip was her nose as it lifted from between the wide mounds of her cheeks and defying its inevitable consumption under the seemingly ever expanding girth of her most prodigious of facial features. Only the addition of a clear forked tube, one prong entering each nostril, marred the allure of her classically beautiful features. A necessity at this point as the sheer weight of her chest had now grown beyond that of the entire body of her closest competition, making it near impossible to draw a breath on her own. From the for a long slender tube traced back along the expanse of her cheeks that near tripled the width of her face, and then back over her higher mounds and into an air compressor that steadily pumped O2 into her lungs. Below these few petite features that remained and caressing her voluptuous lips hung a pendulous skirt of excess, overlapping its own corpulence a multitude of times giving the illusion of a set of a dozen chins with the teasing of a soon to be thirteenth. As Meghan heaved each deep, laborious breath the combined reserves of flesh quivered and quaked. Under this apron descending from her neck, her bosom billowed outwards in twin swollen sacks that hung around her middle, pushed apart by the uppermost mound of her belly. As she continued to rise the mound swelled her cleavage and her breasts began to fold upon themselves, burying her equally as fattened nipples within.

The width of Meghan’s core was only dwarfed by the outward sprawl of the great breadth of lower belly expanses. Such great tracts of flesh that spread outward in all directions, cradled softly between the wide trunks of her thighs and calves and continuing its descent beyond the plumped nubs of her toes that peeked out from the ever encroaching mantle of cankle that had all but absorbed her feet. Even with the sheer extent of her lower fold, still between the uppermost where hers chins lay, and the aforementioned lower expanse rose a mound all of its own accord. Rounded, almost dome-like in its form as it squished and flowed across her, encasing her middle in a true prison of flesh. Enthralled by all she was she continued to gaze at herself in the mirror until finally her prop rested at its designated angle and her staff were able to begin their work.

Seemingly out of nowhere, women dressed in pale lavender scrubs, their hair and faces obscured by caps and masks, had begun to enter her little room and started their daily chores. Two began to rub a sweet smelling lotion into Meghan’s bread-loafed feet as a team of four struggled to slide her mammoth belly into a sling. Another started to gather her brilliant orange locks from within the folds of her neck, chins, and shoulders and began to softly brush out their tangles while the eighth member of the team fed her a puree of the donuts by funnel. As the first gallon was happily resting in her belly and was well into the second, the team of four had finally managed to set the sling and lift the great drape of belly fat that hung from her middle. Carefully two of the four rubbed lotion and ointments on to the dark skin of her underside, while the remaining two held tight to the ropes to keep the great belly aloft. Bruised and sore from the immense pressure of her weight, much care had to be taken here not to agitate the sensitive skin. Washing, drying and powdering every fold, making sure not an inch was left uncared for. Once lowered the team turned to lotioning the upper portions of her fleshy apron as such rapid growth over the years had left her stripped with sore and widening stretch marks, some of which had begun to open from the sheer strain of containing all of her expanding fat.

As they worked to care for their enlarged employer, Meghan couldn’t help but drift back to the memories of her earlier musings. Details beyond that message began to flood her mind. How that no one, no human being should exist as she did.

How much her life had begun to change after that fateful day. How with new fervor and reckless abandon she ate and ate. At an age when most teens were begging for their own car, she had been browsing catalogs for mobility scooters that could still support her. Now lost in her memories she recalled her weekends spent in buffets instead of malls, hours of late night binging instead of slumber parties, and most of all snacks instead of sex. This last bit of revelation made her chortle a bit at the sheer naivety of her younger self. Sure she knew that this mysterious man had found women so obese attractive, but the concept of sex still hadn’t crossed her mind. Her cute little nose scrunching into a snort before realizing her outward expression. The nurse that had been feeding her the donut slurry paused making sure Meghan wasn’t choking, then went back to her duty. Her dreams of the past resumed as did the feeding, to the moment when the connection was finally made.

She went back, this time to her 15 year old self, her parents had since given up on trying to keep their daughter’s weight in check and now fully aiding in her indulgent ravenousness. Foods of all kinds brought to her upon a single request, even going so far as to have two refrigerators, a deep freezer, and microwave put in her room along with a full conversion of her closet to a pantry. With such excess available her unbridled gluttony had ravaged the young teen’s body over those past three years. Rendering her immobilized and weighing over 900 pounds. Doctors, her parents, and even Meghan herself began to wonder just how much longer a girl like her would live. Instead of working to change her life for the healthier, both her and her parents settled on making her as happy as possible until the inevitable. Similar concerns had forced her to drop out of public school almost a year prior, she had given up on her education and begun spending her days doing nothing but eating and surfing the web. Every so often searching for the email address, but too afraid to ever reply. Her deep crush over a man she had never met, never seen, never even spoken to was slowly beginning to consume her thoughts. Her deepest fantasies were always being filled by a faceless man, rubbing her swelling belly and shoving food down her throat. Sometimes he would be caring and compassionate, but more and more often as her thoughts wandered here, this mysterious fantasy man became aggressive.

Reading the message over and over Meghan began to truly realize the implied domination of what she had been dreaming of. Her thoughts kept growing darker and more aggressive, invading her subconscious and twisting her dreams into force feeding marathons until her stomach near burst. Every dream, every fantasy always ended the same though. She would hear a deep, calm voice as a shadowy figure would approach, waking up just before the face would come into view. She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to find him. Desperation finally took hold and she took the leap and sent a message back.

“Hello Mr. ToImmobilityAndBeyond,

Several years ago I was accidentally the recipient of a message that I do believe was not intended for me. It made reference to you desire to find a woman who you could and I quote, “Never stop fattening.” Since reading that email I have been obsessed with being obese. Growing fatter and fatter has become my life’s purpose. At that time I weighed just over 400 pounds. I used to hate myself, how big I was, how cruel people were. But thanks to your words I see how beautiful larger women can be. I would like to thank you for helping me change my life and inspiring me to become the young woman of 983 pounds (and growing!!) I am today. I hope to hear from you someday. I would love to know your reaction to my journey and maybe even share some of the deeper fantasies your message has inspired. If we are both lucky, maybe even you could come and feed me? If you would have me, I would gladly be yours to feed. I expect no real relationship, since you know nothing about me, but I would be a good eater for you, I promise!

Sincerely…”

“Remember how it had taken her days to decide how to sign such a simple note.” Meghan reflected. How he had anonymity to him thanks to a chat handle, she had to do the same.

“That’s when “Massive Meghan” was born unto the world.” she pondered, her mood turning more nostalgic than aroused as she remembered her great expression of love, and the instant disappointment when she had been sent a reply from a message board server saying that member no longer was active. “Such despair in that moment, bound to my bed with no hope of ever reaching out to a world that would not only accept, but possibly even worship me.” Relating to her younger self near brought a tear to her eye, feeling just how sullen she had been. “But there was still hope..” Clicking the link to the message board in the auto reply the final door had finally been opened. What she had gazed upon in that moment was almost too much to comprehend. Topic after topic, scores of sub forums dedicated to all things fattening and obese. What intrigued her most was the artwork and stories the centered around those who had achieved sizes beyond what seemed possible. Characters shown at her size and seen as pure fiction when here she was living it. Women, men all were obsessed with either making others fatter or getting as big as possible themselves. “It was like coming home, and while I was still the fattest around. Here that wasn’t a bad thing, in fact it made me the most popular for a change.” Within minutes her account was created, lying about her age and claiming to have *just* turned 18 she began to tell the world about herself.

Massive Meghan, as she continued to call herself, was an overnight sensation. A single picture of her from the neck up, showing how big her face and upper body was lit up the site like a bonfire. Her inbox was full within hours asking if she was real, if they could have more pictures, and wanting to get to know her in more ways than one.

“Maybe it was the shock, or just that I was giddy from the acceptance,” she mused. “But back then I saw no harm in sharing every little thing.” Every day she would post new pictures, weigh-ins, and even the occasional video of her eating her massive meals. The encouragement and eventually gifts from her growing legion of fans ensured her gains continued at a breakneck pace, and in honor of her “19th” birthday had a live weigh-in where she came in at 1,638 pounds!

It was getting harder and harder to stay under the radar with her weight reaching such obscene heights. It was almost more than the forum could manage to keep her pictures locked from downloading and sharing on other sites. Before anything could possibly get out of hand she had the webmaster remove her photos and began a private webcam. Members of the forum could now purchase access to spend time with their growing girl for the meager price of $8.99 a minute. Her first live show crashed the server and it only got better from there. Gifts came pouring in, food, gain powders, even some attempted to have lingerie made for her. Though the latter proving useless as by the time it arrived the measurements used were out of date by an inch or more. Still, she would have herself squeezed into the outfits for the pleasure of her legion, or how they had begun to refer to themselves, Massive Meghan’s Mates.

Making upwards of $3,000 a day just in web shows was the final boost she needed. Hiring a full time staff to feed, bathe, and care for her while setting up her family in a cushy lifestyle all thanks to her ravenous gluttony. All the while she continued to baffle medical science, growing heavier and heavier beyond any rational.

“The next two years were ever so sweet, just a blur of feasting and growing like I had never gained before.” Her eyes sparkled remembering those 24 short months of perfect bliss while nearly tripling her weight. Against all odds on her actual 18th birthday she once again held a live weigh in, explaining why prior to this moment she had only posted pics and videos of her from the neck up and finally coming clean about her age. Openly openly admitting that she was now 18 she was hoisted on to the scale, there was a collective silence even in the chatroom of the live stream as the numbers rolled upward until finally resting on 4,749 pounds of pure excess. Already she had passed a second ton and still gaining strong.

Amidst the flurry of praise, there was of course a bit of backlash, the forum dropped her as a supported model and requested a bit of compensation in lieu of a legal battle. They had after all unknowing supported an underage model. Still with how much money Meghan was bringing in daily, their hush money was merely an annoyance. With her contract ended she was allowed to branch out, reinvent herself as a model and create the fetish based pornographic empire she now ran to this day. Mega Massive Meghan was her new moniker, which seemed to be much more fitting upon reaching two tons before twenty, with still no signs of slowing her gains. Yet still she longed to find the man who had started it all. To her knowledge there was no sign of him anywhere. “Surely he must have heard of me by now!” She pondered. Despite the joys of her life finding purpose, the one who had given it such was still absent in the celebration.

“Such a wondrous life isn’t it, feasting, fucking, and being such a desire that I’m sure I’ve not only bankrupted some, but ruined a marriage or twenty.” She giggled to herself as she continued to muse on about her adoring fans. “Hedonism,” she settled upon, “is truly the only way to live…” Yet still she pined to know if her mysterious messenger from so long ago was seeing her, watching her glorious transformation. As the nurses finished up their duties her thoughts were back in the present. Preparations were being made for her 21st birthday next week and today she was going to announce those plans to her “Mates.” Some of her more dedicated fans were even being sent out email invites to a special celebration event. She couldn’t help but giggle audibly at the realization of her enormity and yet not even legally allowed to drink alcohol. “But soon I will be partying hard with my top fans in person and they will get to help me get drunk for the very first time!”

The cameras for the stream focused in and her image on the main screen grew blurrier than sharper, soon she would go live once again. Fixated on the biggest of the screens, it showed the live feed her viewers would be seeing, complete with the pale blue banner across the bottom that had “Mega Massive Meghan” written across it in overly inflated, neon pink bubble letters. Almost like one of the mirrors that lined her walls, she could see a close up of her face, framing it from the lowest fold of her chins, to the top or her shoulder hump that raised several inches above her head. Her features bright red and sweaty from the intense heat that radiated from the studio lights, glistened into the camera. She giggled ever so slightly, making her chins quiver and adding an extra shimmer. Taking it all in, knowing shortly she would be back on display for all to see, she savored this moment more than any other part of her daily routine. For soon she would finally be able to once again see the numbers that would represent her size.

In the bottom right of the blue banner, a small black box appeared with a faint dark red outline mimicking a digital clock readout. It flashed with zeros until she was on camera, but a smaller screen on her end, just below this one showed her exactly how much she weighed at all times. If not for the image of her own swollen body before her, it’s sheer bloated uselessness, she wouldn’t have believed it herself. According to the scale her weight totalled an impossible 8,977 pounds. “Helplessly trapped,” Meghan boasted to herself, ”My own personal Alcatraz of adipose, even the most basic of movements I can’t handle without help anymore. Before long I will lose even those even with the help!” Her labored heart skipped a beat in elation. It was almost time now, time to share her insane obesity with the world once more.

Now that the nurses had finished and the air grew thick with the smell of frying grease, she began to hear the squeaking wheels that foretold of her coming feast. She smiled as wide as her fattened features would allow, this time directly into the camera hanging from the mirrored ceiling above. A single nurse stayed behind and slowly counted down to live with her fingers until pointing straight at her as if to say “Go.” With a perfect timing as always she acknowledged the unseen presence now watching every inch of her, every angle. Her breathing grew deeper and more rapid as she prepared to speak.

“Ya’ll can… hear… that…. can’t…. cha?” Belying her size and the struggle to utter each syllable, her voice left her lips as audible satin. Delicate and soft with the sweet lilt of an Antebellum socialite. “Pardon… ma…. brea….then… today….seems… like…. even…. my…. comp...ress...or… can’t… keep… up..” She paused heavily between each sentence, both catching her breath and resting her jaw for the up and coming feast.

The screen that hung before her shifted, the larger section that once displayed her own image, now showed a chat session, filled with members beyond count, all expressing the same singular notion, for her to take her time and relax. Her commentary was a mere fraction of their purpose here. For those who came, many just to watch her exist at this sheer size, pushing herself beyond the brink of impossibility. Others were about to see their desires unfold as the first of many carts wheeled in by a fairly buff young man wearing nothing but black silk boxers, a mask and a forehead camera for a PoV feeding experience for a few extra bucks a minute if that was your thing. With him came the most fattening of breakfast foods imaginable. Grits smothered in nacho cheese sauce, piles of bacon dripping with grease, biscuits drowning in the richest sausage gravy, pancakes so full of butter and syrup they were near mush and jugs containing a thick pale blue fluid. Her focus left the camera to drool over this gluttonous bounty which she was about to be fed. Drool which collected in the corners of her chins as it left her absently open mouth.

The muscle bound man pulled the cart to her bedside, whispers a little something in her ear and began his near ritualistic duty of pushing every last morsel past her lips. One of the nurses from before quietly returned to place a rhinestone encrusted tiara with a small visor that hung from it and over her left eye. A flash of light washed through the visor, activating a motion sensor allowing her to type with her pupil movement and entice her adoring audience with a less laborious commentary.

As the feeding continued a second similarly clad lighter skinned well-built man entered carrying several boxes, stacking them just by her bedside. Each a gift from Meghan’s adoring fans, containing various tokens of affection, some a bit more risqué than others, but no gift was left unappreciated. Once all the gifts for that session were brought in the lighter skinned man lifted one, rested it on the edge of her belly and began to unwrap it for her. The first of which contained a rather short, yet thick dildo and a card simply signed with a username.

{Well well well, I certainly hope Phatphucker30K is online right now, I’d like to thank him for this lovely dildo. Another of my fans molding their own cock just to fuck me. Maybe tonight it will be used in my after dark show. Who knows ;)}

As her meal continued and the gift pile dwindled with only a few left to go, a large box was lifted up into view. It was thin, but nearly as wide as Meghan herself. Slowly her attendant untied the bow and lifted the lid. Once the tissue paper had been removed it was clear what the contents were. The attendant audibly chuckled before lifting a corner of the sheer black silken fabric.

{Seems we have a bit of a jokester among us today, do you honestly think this will…}

She was abruptly cut off as a message from her staff flashed across her visor. Meghan all but chortled after reading the news. She composed herself and return her attentions to her fans.

{How do you like that! It seems that this lovely garment is in fact not just big enough to fit all this sexy into it, but quite honestly a few feet too big! Give us a few moments, I’m going to have this little number put on me. It’s been so long since I’ve worn clothing!}

Her staff as a whole were a bit confused on just how to get her dressed at this point. Improvising the best they could, they brought the harness and slowly slid it between her enormous back and the mattress. Once secured the bed began to lower back allowing her staff to slide down her tent like garment. The tiny shoulder straps were quickly lost in the flesh of her upper body while the intricate lacing of the upper section barely concealed her areola though it's sheer fabric and open pattern. Below billowed an expanse of black silk ending just below her belly button. She couldn’t help but squeal with excitement once the deed was finally done and she could view herself, for the first time in thousands of pounds clad not only in a covering but in the finest silk she had ever felt. Along the top of the lace were what she was sure was only rhinestones, which now shone so brilliantly under the studio lights there was no longer any question, these were real diamonds!

Before Meghan could fully take in her gift, her legs began to lift one by one and a pair of fishnet stockings which could have caught a killer whale were slowly pulled up, and a pair of heels, specially designed to accommodate the engrossed fat loafing of her feet were fit snugly on. Further up her body a garter belt was being strapped across her lower belly and superficially attached to the stockings, well under her belly spread. To add a bit more flair to this rare treat one of the staff began to alter her makeup to better fit her new attire. Her thick plump lips now shone a deep red. Heavier eyeliner, false lashes and powder blush made her appear all the more sultry.

With the final touches now in place the cameras came back on showing the voluptuous vixen in all her expansive glory. The cameras focused in an out, obscured by the sheen of the extravagant gift until finally her entire form, clad in black elegance in stark contrast to her pale skin came back into clarity.

{Well boys n gals, whatcha think? I’d like to send a very very special thank you out there to F33DUF4773R for such a lovely gift! I’m never taking it off, even if I could, until I grow out of it! Now then back to the rest of these lovely packages.}

The rest of the gifts were opened and viewed one by one as Meghan’s breakfast feast continued, gift cards, more custom molded dildos, even jewelry all for their quivering queen. So much admiration, such spoiling, Meghan truly had become more than a queen, a Goddess on Earth with her worshipers presenting offerings of both wealth and personal expense. Even gifts that some would have viewed as obsessive or even disturbing she reveled in receiving. All feeding into her ego, reaffirming that she truly was the apex of fetishism and sexuality. As gift after gift passed her eyes she secretly hoped she would get another one of those stranger presents. She giggled silently to herself while she pondered some of the most obscure. “Mmmm there was that one time,” she mused, “When that guy kept sending me not just vials, but gallons of his cum, asking me to mix it with my gain shakes. Sad that one ended, I kinda liked how kinky he was. Hmm I wonder if anyone will ever send me a part of their body to eat…” She trailed off as the last gift was opened and another message flashed across her eyepiece.

{Mmm my rather built friend here has just informed me that one of you has sent me an extra special treat. I wonder what it could be, but he says it’s something new to help me pack on the pounds. And we all know I need all the help I can get right?}

Once again Meghan’s scores of admirers chimed in with agreement in hopes to see their icon grow even more vast. Gifts of this nature were common, but never in such excess! Another cart was wheeled in holding several white gallon jugs with no markings other than Meghan’s own bubble lettered “MMM” logo in her trademark shade of pink. The hands still feeding her bite after bite of breakfast binge slowed as a jug was uncapped and brought to her lips. “Thick, rich, creamy, with a faint hint of… hmm I can’t quite place it, but it’s familiar…” Her mind raced as she continued to chug the mysterious new substance. It’s flavor, though undecipherable was surely addictive to say the least. Before she could even comprehend the sensation the flow stopped and the gallon was downed. For the first time in quite a while her senses were overwhelmed by more than just her own flesh, this was something she had never felt before. Yet how it felt deep down inside, reminded her of a very special day. Her mind snapped back to reality as the last few drops went down her throat, quickly responding to all those who viewed her.

{My goodness! This stuff is so rich I can almost feel the pounds piling on already! I hope you sent me a lot, cause I love it! Guess my usual gain shakes weren’t enough for you huh?}

The chat room was abuzz, who had sent the idol of their admiration such a wondrous treat? Many took credit for the gift, but Meghan and her crew knew exactly who, well his username at least.

{Now now boys, I know exactly who sent me this little treat and they soon will be rewarded once my breakfast show comes to a close. Now who wants to see this piggie get good and stuffed?}

Meghan’s eyepiece was removed and once again the chat screen flooded with comments, some more lewd than others but despite their less subtle nature Meghan adored them all. As if her own gluttonous desires needed any coaxing. Still, it didn’t hurt that so many not only supported, but paid to watch her continue to push the limits of her obesity. With the addition of her new beverage she lost herself in the continued feast that was her morning meal. Alternating between the new cream and solid food, her feasting seemed to go faster than ever before. Her staff barely able to keep up as she kept eating at full steam, even passed moments where she would have usually slowed to digest. The attendant removed the empty jug from Meghan’s lips and with a puzzled look returned to feeding her the more solid foods. It was hard to tell anymore, but he could swear her cheeks had gotten wider since they had begun. Shrugging it off as a mere trick to the eye and returning to his duties.

Bacon strips, twelve at a time, bowls of grits lifted to Meghan’s lips and nearly poured down her throat. Only stopping every so often to chug down a gallon of the strange cream and then immediately returning to her binge. Bowl after bowl, plate after plate, all emptied into her great mass of a belly. As the stores of food began to dwindle almost an entire hour before they usually would. One of the nursing staff took notice of the scale. While, yes, eating in such excess did cause her weight to spike from food alone, this was beyond what she had consumed. In fact, now her feasting was all but done and the last jug brought out was being polished off, her weight continued to rise at the same alarming rate. Soon Meghan became rather aware of the new developments as well, gazing up at herself in the mirrored ceiling she was sure her belly was visibly creeping outwards, a notion confirmed when she could feel it press into the metal guard plate and spread like she had never felt. Her eyepiece was returned, more as a security measure should this sensation reach uncomfortable levels, but Meghan had another idea in mind.

{Oh I see, so this is what it does hmm? Gawd damn this feels so amazing… It’s like I’m being inflated with fat!}

Meghan teased and taunted the chat as her body continued to swell. Laying her head back into the soft mound of her shoulders, focusing on the sensation of her skin stretching and tightening as the fat cells in her body began to expand and multiply at an accelerated pace. She couldn’t help but drift back into a memory of her unknown crush. Her thoughts turning solely to him, “Mmmm do you see me?” She begged her thoughts reach out to him in some telepathic way. “Look at how fast I’m growing, how fat I am getting just for you!” She closed her eyes and focused on projecting her yearning thoughts to her lost love. She waited, mind blank in hopes of a similar psychic response. But alas her message once again was not received and she was snapped back into it all when her tiara visor, which barely had fit to begin with, was now thrust off by the expansion of her cheeks and surrounding folds. Astonished bow how rapidly the substance took hold she once again closed her eyes just to once again return to her innermost desires.

“This is heaven…” She thought, feeling the ridge of adipose that she rested her head upon swell and attempt to swallow more and more of her skull. All over inches, even feet were being added as her new gift of lingerie grew from loose and flowing to tight and now ripping at the seams. Finally the fabric gave, bursting in an eruption of soft doughy flesh that caused the foundation of her bed to shake. Sensing that her growth had slowed to near nothing if at all she slowly opened her eyes to greet not only those privy to such an attraction but also to admire her new additions.

Below where her thirteenth chin had only just begun, hung three new fully engorged folds of flesh, predominantly sitting under the support of her sisters. The last remains of her fingers were lost entirely as the scale now read 11,268 pounds. That little burst had put her well over the edge of her fifth ton, even a few hundred pounds over the halfway point of yet another ton in mere moments. The chat was in chaos, some calling a hoax because of how quickly she had gained but the proof was undeniable. Despite the assumed impossibility her expanse that now hung from the sides of her bed that should have lasted her another two months at the least was all the proof they needed.

“Oh…. ho… ly… shit… did….y’all…. en….. joy…... tha…... as…. much... as……….. I…. did?” Beaming with pride, yet still red in the face from the effort it to her to speak in her current condition. Sweat dripping from her pale and freckled brow. Her chat window nearly exploding with messages, compliments, suggestions and the like. She softly giggled trying to keep up with their questions, with her speech so hindered only a few being answered before needing a break.

As much as Meghan desired to respond, she had become too worn out, just the sheer act of breathing was more than she could handle, unable to catch said labored breaths. She could feel a flurry of hands franticly searching for her tiara visor as a burst of cool air filled her nostrils from the O2 line. Deeper now was her breath, forced into her lungs by a compressed air that had finally caught up to her astonishing gains. Still she sweat and still she huffed until finally the shreds of her once risqué clothing had been removed and her breath was again hers. As she steeled herself to speak as she knew it needed to be short, even with assistance speaking was going to be near impossible.

“Sorry…. guys…. but…. stick…. around…. I have…. a…. feeling….. I…. will…. be... much…. bigger... when…. I return.” Her face was a beet red, talking so much was leaving her weary. Her vision now hazy with exhaustion began to settle once her familiar eyepiece returned to view. Taking only a few moments to collect herself, Meghan returned to her legion.

{Whew, sorry about that. Usually I get a little time to slowly adjust to new record breaking sizes. But this was just too much! I know how much we all enjoyed that little surprise, but it’s time for me to reward the very kind viewer who made that little stunt possible. So long for now my lovelies, stay tuned ‘cus when I come back I have a feeling that we might need to add another Mega to my title!}

In the far corner of the largest screen she could see the distraught viewers commenting, wishing they could also watch what was to come. She winked at the camera as it panned out from her rotund face and then feed went dark. The chat tile shifted and was replaced with another, smaller window with only one user logged in, Guy0001. Ambiguous as it was, she still trusted that anything she had to offer he would gladly accept.

{Welcome sweetie, I must say I’m very impressed with the gift you sent me. To show my gratitude I’ve allowed you not only a special one on one session with me for the next hour, but you will also be able to control all of my fun little toys. Use simple commands in the chat box to change the speed or intensity of my vibrator, pneumatic dildo, and even the flow of my feeding machine. To keep it fun for me, I will be blocked from seeing any command you input. You have complete control over me for the next 60 minutes. Also you have been sent an invitation to my big party next week, I can’t wait to meet someone as devilish as you in person! Enjoy!}

She waited for reply as the attendant fitted her feeding tube down her throat and her care team hoisted her massive belly into the sling and another to lift her comparatively massive fupa, exposing her swollen labia and dripping pussy. On its own the engorged fat store that hung from above her womanhood billowed larger than her own belly when she had first started her career.

Still no reply.

{ What can I say hun, my earlier experience with that lovely gift of yours has me already to go. So what's it gonna be first hmm? Feed me or fuck me?}

While the final preparations were being made Meghan once again attempted to goad him into some form of response with her flirtatious advances. Her dildo now rested in place at the soft opening to her pussy, with just the tip resting inside. she could feel the cool rubber against her warmth and stimulated what would have been a shiver if not for her utter inability for movement. Once all was in place and the cameras that watched her face and her pussy both shown in dual screen on her monitor and she assumed that of her patron she continued.

{Well? What are yo...}

Before she could finish the tube began to flush its rich fattening cream down her throat. Hoping for some sort of retort at cutting her off she stared blankly at her screen. Yet still the receiving end was silent. No image, no text, not a sound was heard from the monitor. Just a black screen from the viewer's camera.



{Mmm well then, not wasting any time after all huh?}

With a soft hum her synthetic schlong began to pulse in and out of her sopping cunt. Forcing its full length deep within her at a slightly offbeat rhythm as her vibe began to pulse at full blast over her tender jewel.

{Oooohooo gawd hun you really aren’t messing around are you? You like fucking me while you fatten me hmm?}

The flow from the tube was increasing by the minute. Meghan wished she could moan to express the pleasure she now felt. Never had she been filled so rapidly before and wasn't sure her stomach could take it, but in this moment she didn’t care. The combined sensations of her gut swelling and her flower being abused only mounting by the anonymity of it all. Focusing with all her might she continued to tease her mysterious new friend.

{Oooh yeah baby, think all this is still too small huh? Fatten me up baby please, you see how small I am don’t you?}

Still there was nothing but silence from her patron. Still she pressed for more, needing to know the sick and twisted desires behind such a gift, such a desire, such madness that drove both her and this mysterious admirer to push her body to such insane levels of obesity.

{I’m begging you please baby make me fatter! I may have already been fed into immobility, but it’s not enough for either of us is it? Tell me… Tell me I’m too small, tell me you will fatten me into the beyond!}

Not a single reply, faster and faster the cream floods her stomach, already signs of fullness began to show in her soft mound as the round taught form begins to rise. The sensation of growth began to swell within her once again as it had during breakfast. Knowing that long ago she would have been fit to burst, it all became clear. Her gift had been infused into her gain shake as well. This only added to her arousal as something else, a vague thought began to form in the back of her mind just as a simple message finally arrived from her partner in this debauchery.

{But of course. To immobility and beyond, right?}

{Wait, can it be? Is it… is it really you?}



With that once again the message fell silent and the feeding rate and now the force of the dildo grew stronger. She was hard pressed not to cum in her own right, never had anyone been so aggressive with her supple pussy, never had anyone forced her to feed so recklessly. Her dreams were finally coming true, him and only him would abuse someone so relentlessly just for his own pleasures of watching a woman expand. His actions proved his identity, the same cruel lust that dripped from every word of that message now fueled the actions she endured.

{It must be… I’ve waited so long to finally meet you. Look at me, I did all of this because of, no for you! All I am, all my fat belongs to you now feed me to Immobility and Beyond!!!I’m ready to cum for you, ready for you to cum in, where ever you want with me.}

Just like that the dildo stopped leaving her on the brink of a momentous eruption. If her mouth had not been filled with the tube she would be audibly begging for him to continue. So many emotions, fantasies and dreams coming to fruition at the hands of the man who had started it all. As much as she wanted her passions to explode she knew her place, cumming was his right first. After all it was only fair after what he had done for her.

{Ooooohh so mean… I guess only real fatties get the full pleasure? Is that your way of telling me I’m too skinny?}

She waited a reply, any kind of acknowledgement, something to assure her assumptions or at the very least demean her into his servitude. Her eyes burned into the screen waiting for his reply as the flow of her feeding tube began to steadily increase once again. Even with the accelerated digestion cause by the fat generating favor, Meghan was beginning to feel a slight discomfort in her gut.

{Unf hunnie that’s a bit much, don’t you think tha}

her typing was once again cut off by a sudden jolt. This time not from her feeding tube or the pleasure between her thick thighs, no it was the same sensation of growth she had felt after breakfast, only now stronger than ever. Fueled by the disgustingly fattening slurry she consumed, the substance had kicked into overdrive as her body now began to expand at an exponential rate.

All over her already exaggerated features expanded at a faster and faster rate and before long she was visibly growing out in all directions. Despite the new pains of her rapid growth, the straining of her stomach had begun to settle. Her body had finally achieved an equilibrium of how quickly she was being fed and the substance that broke it all down.

All she could hear was a muffled shouting as the once perfect pillow of neck flesh crept up around her ears, now being forced to look upwards under the prop of her expanding chins. She gazed in a combination of delight and horror as a 19th, 20th, and now a 21st chin bloomed from her neck. “This is getting out of control,” she cried internally in vain. “Would HE really do this to me? I don’t know how much more of this I can take…” Her mind shifted back to the outward voices, scrambling to figure out what they should do.

“I can’t shut it off, he’s hacked our controls!” cried a nurse.

“Can’t we just pull out the tube?” another nurses shouted.

“No,” shouted her muscular man servant “The pressure is too great, it could rupture her esophagus on the way out!” Her eyes shot wide open, she was trapped! Fully at the whims of this… this.. She didn’t even have the words, her mind too occupied now by the feeling of her own body gaining hundreds of pounds by the minute. Then.. CRACK! The bed below her finally gave way and her girth fell to the floor with a wet smack. The racing thoughts began to slow as her mind became to overwhelmed with just comprehending the sensations of being so massive and continually getting larger.

The eye screen had long since drifted from her head by the surge of adipose that now threatened to swallow her head, cheeks now rising so that she had to strain to see the slightest sliver above them until all at once the flesh of her neck met that of her cheeks and the two collided. Darkness, her field of vision now fully obscured by the excesses of her still growing form.

“When, if ever, would this end?” She thought, “but then do I want it to end?” Her thoughts began to spiral into a darker place. As her body grew outwards more and more her mind delved deeper and deeper into the more taboo, even for her, aspects of her fetish. “To grow and grow and grow, forever. Just as he had promised all those years ago…” Deeper and deeper she withdrew into her fantasy “ I may not be the woman for whom he meant this fate, but I accept it, yes… I will be the one he takes into the beyond!”

Meghan began to lose all sense of self, her mind beginning to numb from her overwhelming girth as it grew with each passing moment. Then like a bolt of lightning she felt a surge of pain race through every nerve ending in her body. “No! This... this, It’s too fast, I feel like my body is being ripped apart!.” Every second seemed to pass as an eternity in the dark of her adipose cavern. She could feel herself still expanding but to what extent was all up to speculation. “Tons, I could be growing by tons,” Meghan mused with a devilish undertone to her innermost thoughts. “I could have already doubled myself if not more!” Tempted to drift back into the ascension of mental immobility upon that of her physical as she was, she resisted just letting go to the world. Her mind slowly returning now, she was able to compile a more rational thought in remembering one key failsafe.

“The control timer, It should cut off the flow slowly after an hour session ends, there is still a chance.” Meghan recalled. All she had to do was just focus though the eruption of her body a little longer, there was still hope to return to the world outside herself. The frantic shouting of her staff grew more or and more faint with each passing moment. It was all she could do to imagine how she must look now. She could feel the farthest extent of her belly pressing against the far wall in front of her as the mounds of cellulite behind piled up against the rear wall.

“Just how much bigger will I get before this is through?” Trying to find solace in the isolated peace Meghan began to count each second to herself in hopes that such a simple act could keep her mind intact just long enough. Finally as her count neared 2,300 she could feel the flow of the tube slowing. Ever so slightly the near torrential pour continued to slow until finally at long last it had stopped. She felt the cool hands of her muscular man servant pressing into her fat as he leaned over to find her face, buried beneath the folds. With a harsh flash the stark fluorescent light flooded back into her concealed eyes as he held back her chins and neck flesh.

“Quickly,” he grunted to a nurse, “bring the collar.” Precautions always being made of course, a pixie of a girl so small you’d expect to actually see wings sprouting from her spine rushed in with a plush round frame that was soon placed around the opening her assistant held wide. Barely holding back the fleshy flood as it did, Meghan was once again among the outside world. With the collar in place he stepped back, allowing her to take in the changes that had occurred. To her shock, nothing but her pale flesh dotted with freckles and striped with throbbing stretch marks filled her view. Where once in the mirrors above she could see the floor around her lavish prison of a bed, now only her own flesh filled the space. She had no words for what she saw, her scale broken from her descent, though she doubted if still functional it would have been able to measure her new girth.

With no means to speak she rolled her eyes to where she had assumed her eye screen had fallen. Taking quick note of her distress her buff boy toy quickly set it in place as best as her newfound size would allow.

“Are you alright?” he asked once she was able to reply.

{Yes, I think I will be fine. Did we track the link? Is the feed still live? TELL ME!!!}

Even her eyes felt weary trying to move rapidly enough to type. She was on the cusp of not being able to move even the slightest bit now, perfect immobility.

“No ma’am, it seems as if he was kicked off the server once the hour was up.” His head hung low, the mix of admiration and concern still weighing in his mind. “Though, before he even started, he managed to unlock the privacy setting for the one on one.” Her rested his large chocolate toned hand on her cheek. “Everything that just happened, your entire one on one experience was just live broadcast for all users.” Her eyes rolled back, carefully as not to type into a contemplative trance. She was exhausted, existing now was almost too much, let alone comprehending what had just happened to her. The servant cautiously continued, “It also seems that he has been in our system for months now. Anything we’ve hosted on the servers he has had access to.” Over the next few minutes her life support caught up and some of the tensions began to ease, but still she rested on a very fine line of losing herself to the sensations of her size. Starting to find some peace she was fully able to admire her new body for what it was. It’s great expanse, bowing the walls of her chamber outwards in protest of its confines. Her mind now clearing she began to send out orders.

{Cut all cameras but my personal viewer, close down the chat. I want video of me from all angles on my ceiling screen as well. We are canceling all sessions until further notice.}

Her staff leapt into action, furiously typing to close down the site, the server itself being removed from the network. All around nurses rubbed her sore and swollen skin with antiseptic and lotions to ease her pain, while others did their best to remove the now battered equipment that was lost within her folds. Her muscular man peered in close, still seeing the faint spark of life behind Meghan’s eyes, he spoke with a genuine concern in his voice.

“Is there anything, anything at all we can do for you?” She paused trying to find the best words to describe what it was she needed most at this moment. So many things rushed through her mind. Her thoughts still clouded, it was so hard to focus now.

{I, I need to be alone for a while. Don’t touch a thing, leave me as I am. I just need to… adjust.}

No one dared argue, so much had just happened. While this size may have been an eventuality, not even Meghan had expected it so soon. Preparations had to be made, a new everything at this point. Bed, cameras, lights, even a new room would be required. Worst of all even now as the last of the fluid worked its way through and her growth finally was coming to an end, her stomach began to growl. Pains of hunger swelled deep within and to her relief in the confusion of it all, her feeding tube still remained down her throat. A dark and twisted glint twinkled in her eye as her pupil traced down to the blinking icon on the menu bar. While the site may have been down, her personal computer was still online. She double blinked and opened a video chat program.

{I know you are still there hun, I left my personal cam on just for you. Before I go, enter the ascendant state of mental immobility. I wanted to thank you for your gift. Not just this amazing substance, but the spark of desire to become all this in the first place. Check the email linked to your account with my site, my address, my social security number, even access to all of my vast wealth is all yours. Now come, find me. Enjoy me to your deepest desires as I live on as a useless, mindless blob of flesh all for you.}

The feeding tube slowly began to start up once again. The mysterious fluid still laced its contents. A few silent minutes passed and just as before her body began to swell. Her soul was elated with rapture, finally she had found him, finally she was going to fulfill his wishes, and he approved of what she was and what she was becoming.

{Mmm yesss baby… I knew it… I knew it was you! I give you complete control, everything you and only you now have the power to control my cameras, my feeding tube, all of it. Finally after all these years we can be together. Grow me, expand me, I am useless, I am mindless, I AM YOURS!!!}

Her eyes smiled in place of her now fully useless mouth. Finally her forbidden lover who felt the same reckless desires for making her fatter as she did, had found her. She was going to be his. Yet to Meghann’s surprise, her unknown benefactor commented once again.

{I don’t know who you think I am, but I can promise I am not that person. I appreciate your offering, but I think I will just leave you to grow on your own. I may pop in and watch from time to time, but as for being with you. Well I can’t say I’m too keen on that. I’ve far too much work left to do. But thanks, I appreciate the funding for my research.}

Her eyes bulged wide, this was not her elusive lover, her everything was now lost in the hands of this unknown entity. All the while not only did he control her assets now, but she had locked him in to override control of all of her equipment. Feeding, pleasure, even her life support was entirely at his fingertips. Her mind, still weary from her earlier experience, was unable to process all that now began to unfold as the messages continued.

{ Don’t you worry though. I do enjoy you, so I won’t deplete all of your money. Just enough to keep you well fed and cared for. As we speak I’m acquiring power of attorney over you by the way. Since I own you and I am going to need a pretty regular cash flow for my future plans, well let’s just say Mega Massive Meghan is going to graduate from cam girl to a full interactive experience. If it’s any consolation, you’ve been quite the test subject. Who would have guessed it would work so well.}

As suddenly as all of this had begun, he was gone without a trace. Her feeding tube still pumping her full of the mysterious substance and only moments later her body began to swell once more. Every fiber of her being wanted to panic, to resist, but now so utterly helpless there was nothing she could do. Her visor went dark, unresponsive to her eye commands. She was truly trapped now, no means to communicate, no chance of anything as the collar began to creak from the stress of her newly expanding flesh. Amidst it all a faint sound of footsteps could be heard coming from down the hall. “It must be my staff coming to check on me.” She hoped, for soon her muscular man servant, her nurses and camera men would be coming in to end this. As she gazed upwards at herself in both the mirrors and screen above her head, the view the latter portrayed shifted. As the footsteps grew louder her website main page once again went live on her screen. Dead center of the main page in big bold letters were two words “Fuck Me!” The cursor, controlled by some unknown force move over and clicked the predominant text, loading a page that as she read its contents filled her with a strange combination of unease and excitement.

“Guess what everyone, your favorite fatty has gone and gotten too fat to be a cam girl.”

She paused as the door burst open and she could feel bodies, hands, pushing into her as people clambering to crawl all over her now endlessly expanding form.

{Oh and one last thing, that party you’ve been so secretly planning. While I was in your system I went ahead and shall we say, rescheduled it. All of those perverted men who claim to respect and admire you, they now think you have invited them for a special preview of this new feature I’ve just uploaded to your site. I would guess by now you are feeling the throbbing cocks of a few dozen of your Mates as you call them, violating any sweaty fold they can sink into, but I digress. Care to keep reading?}

“Since I know you all love me so much and think I’m just the prettiest little thing around, I’ve decided that for a small fee you can honest to God, have a chance to fuck my fat!”

The bodies began to settle, each with their own fold as she could feel her flesh being probed by the members of countless men.

“That’s right y’all, from this point on I’m here for…”

Before she could finish reading, the collar finally gave way and once again she was thrust back into the darkness, buried within herself. No one was coming to end it, she was left as she was, this time it really wasn’t going to end. “It’s finally happened… I’m truly, completely, in every way immobile… I guess it’s only a matter of time now until this isolation dulls my mind as well.” Collecting her few remaining thoughts, a familiar sensation began to build deep under her folds. A strong, pulsing of her vibrator, still it rested upon her most sensitive of places. It’s power sending waves of pleasure through every inch of Meghan’s engorged body. What felt like hours passed as she felt the warm sticky expressions of her new companions as they came and left, yet still her pulsing pleasures continued. She could feel the bodies come and go, days, maybe weeks, for all Meghan knew now it could have been years still her body grew and still her forced orgasms riddled her body. The line between pain and ecstasy having been crossed and recrossed so many times her mind could no longer collect but a singular thought. It was to be her last true expression as a conscious being. One that none but her now failing mind would be able to witness, but with the last of her mental might she formed her last true thought.

“Me… want… fatter, me… want… bigger, me… so… happy…

Me… get… what… me… always… wanted...”