The Power

For a lot of my childhood I had an obsession with fat. I don’t really know where it came from… Probably television, as most things do. Episodes of certain shows where a character would gain weight - eat a lot - get stuck. They just sat funny with me, and I suppose it carried through to the real world. I can remember times when I was little sticking a football up my shirt, and the football turned into a pillow, and the pillow turned into pillows and duvets- padding to make myself look fat. Feel fat. It’s weird looking back on it… I even continued doing it well into my teenage years - feeling compelled to do it every so often. And after I’d done it (either in a phase or a simple passing thought) I’d say: “That’s the last time I’ll do it.” But it never was. Give it a few months, a year or two, and I’d’ve done it again. Finding the stretchiest clothes in my wardrobe and strategically layering pillows and blankets to make myself feel fat. It never felt how I wanted it to though. Massive pillow stomach, with normal sized limbs. I’d thought about getting a fat suit if I saved up- when I moved out -but I never needed to.
I can’t explain it as well as I’d like but I guess all in all I wanted to gain weight- be fat- but I never found the time… as stupid as that sounds. I couldn’t eat all I wanted because I didn’t have the money, kept my desire to myself, just lived life - but I always wished that I could be fat. The want to be big, to wake up pinned to the bed, to find simple chores a struggle, to be pampered by someone who wanted to make me fatter - thoughts which constantly haunted me with a delight and a sadness.  Admittedly the entire idea was more than a bit of a turn on… A desire I shared with few partners - and I wasn’t just willing to throw myself into the online world. A skinny young-man, fresh out of college, I wasn’t prepared to just run into it.
But it ran into me.

One morning I woke up, feeling extremely different. I checked myself over in the mirror- I examined my eyes- took a cold pill, but I just felt out of place. It came to tea-time when suddenly it hit me- a flashing sign of realisation. A self-proclaimed epiphany… It had only been a thought in my head though- a thought, just a thought? I called a friend of mine, Toby.
Toby was a chubby guy but, unlike me, he had no desire to be fat- he’d complain about it often. Hating his body.
So we met. I told him about my epiphany. He laughed, that was until I tested it. Toby was no longer chubby- he was probably 50 or so pounds lighter. I, ontheotherhand, was 50 pounds heavier. It was crazy, but my epiphany had shown me that I had been given a gift (or a curse) where I could transmute fat from one being to another. This was impossible… but it wasn’t. I’d done it.
Me and Toby talked for a few hours about how it’d happened- trying to maybe figure a scientific explanation (not that there was one). And then we talked about what next, all I could think about was I could now fulfil my desire to be hugh, easily. So we called another friend, Jake. Jake was much fatter than Toby had been- the fattest guy I knew. And he had no interested in indulging in his weight - only he was too lazy to lose it, so I showed him what I meant. This time I only look 10 pounds. He too was amazed. We all began to make plans about it.
“You don’t want to be fat, you could pass it on to people you dislike,” suggested Toby.
“You could have people pay you to make them thinner, we could be rich!” Jake cheered.
I figured I should tell them about my desires. My goals for this situation. They were taken aback for a moment, Toby more so than Jake. Eventually both agreeing that it was my decision, and supporting it as long as they could witness the ongoing changes.
We made a plan.

I looked at myself in the mirror that night, before bed. I had gained 60 pounds in one day- in the space of a few hours. It had made a noticeable difference - one I would have to cover up using baggy shirts and hoodies. I pressed my new gut- it was more my lumpy, but it was smooth, soft. I grabbed it and shook my new found rolls of fat- poking every limb, and cheek. Massaging myself, knowing that over time I would hopefully be limited to where I would be able to reach.
The plan was simple. Once a month, Jake and I would spend a weekend together- and I’d take 10-20lbs off him. He already weighed in at 310lbs, more or less, so I figured it wouldn’t be a major problem for a while. But I knew by the time I was done taking him down to a weight he was comfortable with, I’d still be lighter than he’d been when we started.
Long-term options were moving out of the house so I could gain more much quicker. We talked about University- Toby a year younger, and Jake on an apprenticeship (I was taking a gap year). So when the next academic year started we would all try to attend a uni in the same area- a few cities over.
It was more of a delicate situation than I imagined. Taking a fast food job to explain where the weight was coming from- and putting most of my money into bigger and bigger clothes. Comments were made by other friends outside of Toby and Jake, some were a little rude- but to me: Most of it was encouragement. “You look like a blimp,” “You’re making a real pig of yourself.” “You’ve got SO FAT!”
I made a mental note of each one- going over and over them whenever I took a cold shower.
By the end of the year I was up 100lbs- I must’ve weighed 260lbs at least? And oh how I was enjoying it…
Getting to wake up each morning to feel so hungry- spread on the bed. When I showered and had to lift each heavy roll of fat to clean myself. Getting out of breath from climbing the stairs, or tying my shoes. It was becoming everything I wanted it to be- and I knew I wasn’t even started.

This power, however I got it, changed my life- even if I was just getting fat, I felt like I was a part of the bigger picture. Why would I have been given it if not to do this? I’d made numerous wishes about being fat- one must’ve come true.
Moving to Uni, I took up Jake’s idea of charging people money to lose weight- they’d say how much they wanted to lose and I’d take it from them. Sworn to secrecy- for if they told a soul about how they’d lost the weight they would gain it back, ten fold. This was just a lie, of course, but if you lost a stone right there and then maybe you’d believe anything too.  
I was getting fat fast- it was a dream come true. Getting paid at least £100 per stone (or 14lbs), and ballooning up every day. Within the first few months I made the request if I could have the option to have e-classes, the subject not needing much physical attention- I would only have to be present for the exam periods. I was called to the reception, sat in an office- and when seen by a member of staff, they looked on disapprovingly while I grinned from within. I was granted the e-classes, and would now spend days at home eating.
We shared a student living space- a flat we all paid for. Myself putting forward a lot of the rent in exchange for Jake and Toby buying me food.
Toby was a little pale about it- he wasn’t happy with me enjoying being obese. I understood his reasons, but I wanted to be this way. I knew- from the manner of how the fat has transmuted into my body - that there was little health drawbacks outside of my physical ability.
Jake on the other hand was all for it. When he’d been fat he’d been belittled by family members, friends, and even random strangers. But the way he saw me eat, indulge, and enjoy how fat I was getting: he craved it. He encouraged me- brought me lots of food, made sure I knew exactly what it meant to feel full. Unexpectedly, someone who I always found to be a bit irritating in the past had now become, not only my best friend, my feeder. University had barely even started, it must’ve only been to the end of the first school term and I was completely different.

I looked at myself from a year ago: a skinny boy, with a little bump for a belly. And now? Now I was massive. I was a utter lardass- I’d broken the scale and had no idea how heavy I was. Jake had to buy a new one. Industrial. Turned out I weighed 295kg- or about 650lbs. From before, with my careful planning, I’d taken the opportunity head on and gained so much in a short time. Some of that weight must’ve been from actually overeating. Jake had even spent some weekends at the gym- looking for helpless fatties, wanting to lose weight. He’d convince a few about what I could do- and I took a lot of their weight. Once a guy left, and I was 200lbs heavier.
I’d become a mound of flabby blubber, choosing to spend the majority of my day sat in front of a computer screen- showing off my girth to the world. Some people even paid me for it. Seeing me slap, shake, and jiggle my body vigorously. Everything was almost becoming a struggle- but it was worth it. I couldn’t stand up for too long without my body straining under the weight. Getting stuck in the doorframes of the small ground-floor flat. Wiggling into the shower cubicle. I was a whale, a blimp, a pig. I enjoyed eating out more than eating in though. Seeing people look at me- with such disbelief, such disgust, such uncertainty. I even got looks of approval every now and then- and having been demonstrating the epic proportions of my body online: I would know. I was ecstatic every time I got stuck in a booth or a chair.
If people could only see how much joy I got when they tried to insult me, even in passing comments by friends “You could use a bra.” “Your ass takes up my entire view.” Anything really- if it was weight related: It excited me.
Jake and I decided to take it to the next level, force feeding. He’d have me eat so much I’d often enter an almost “food coma”. It was euphoric.
But he decided that he wanted to be more than just my feeder - and so we started dating. This now 180lb guy (who was building muscle from all the time he spent getting me clients at the gym) dating me, a 670lb cow who could hardly even get up off the couch.  In some ways it broke some barriers of awkwardness. He’d shower with me now- myself not being able to get everywhere. He’d cover me in cream. Once he wanted me to eat off of him.
And I was still getting fat. It was occurring less now- most of the fat campus had donated their fat to me. It was mine now. My fat, all of it. From when I rolled out of bed in the morning to when Jake curled up next to me in the evening. My stomach a large ball of sagging dough, supported by my thick thighs. Resting on my stomach was by woman-like breasts - and following me around all day was my plump bum: shaking and swaying with my hips whenever I walked from place to place. I was enormous, I was full, I was heavy. I was everything I ever wanted to be. I was a wobbling, over-sized, obese student. And already I felt like I had everything I wanted.
But I still had this power, and I knew that with my lust for my expanding body: This was only just the beginning.