Stuck In Orbit

*This commissioned story details the story of a man abducted by an extra terrestrial and fattened beyond the limits his imagination.*

Stuck far above in orbit, the Earth apparent out of the marvelous viewing dock inside of the spacious space vessel’s main cabin, a muscular humanoid figure exits a room, the sliding panel shutting automatically behind him. The humanoid double checks his cryogenic freezer at the back of the cabin before sauntering over to a small station at the base of the large viewing dock. The viewing dock, grandiose in nature, consists of a transparent crystal wall where all of visible space, currently including the Earth, can be seen. The humanoid, having three skin-covered, curved, pointed appendages flowing out of his forehead and back towards his crown, dips his veiny forearms into a small vat of goopy, black liquid with coppery wires running out of the liquid and into a black metal box. From this box, a holographic screen with foreign symbols flashing rapidly across the display is spit out. The humanoid’s face, royal blue in pigment with purple undertones, stares intently at the screen. His eyes, green on the outside and gradually flowing into a gold near the center, lack any white sclera and contain black slits down the entire exposed parts of the eye. The humanoid’s build, almost as mysterious as his eyes, consists of broad, muscular shoulders, arms, and pectoral regions that trim down to an almost unhealthily thin waist. 5 digits on the hands, no visible genitals or clothing, and no toes at the end of his feet, this humanoid, while similar in height to a tall human male, is obviously not from this world. His space vessel, seemingly made out of chromatic paneling and lacking any notable décor, is functional in size. The side room he just came out of, his interface station, the viewing dock, and the cryogenic storage towards the back make up the entire space.

The writings you are about to read are entries that the humanoid has input into his interface station, translated from his native language, abstract and emotional in concept, to the one you currently are reading.

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Day 1:

The subject woke up today. He was completely unaware that I have been watching him. For months, the human’s desire to grow has intrigued me. When landing in his species’ settlement, I never expected to find a creature of such roundness, a creature that would pique my interest such ways that he has. Many of the observed humans had bodies of firmness, very few contained such beauty as the subject that I’ve acquired. While quietly observing, it was most pleasing to discover that the subject wishes to attain an even more rotund shape. This information sent chills all over my body, it having been the most stimulating news to uncover since finding this planet.  I must admit, albeit reluctantly, that the thought of finally revealing form, now not disguised in invisibility, to the human had harbored great excitement in me.

When bringing the subject up into this orbit, I had decided that it was best to leave him in his clothes as he seemed most comfortable in them. His t-shirt and barely buttoned shorts, clung tightly to his body, rounded and soft all over with recently added adipose. From observations, it seems the subject has recently piled on a significant amount of fatty tissue. This weight gain appears to bring him great pleasure. The subject seems to take great pride amongst his community members in his weight having reached 225lbs, a weight much too high to be considered healthy for his 6’0 height. At 22 Earth years of age, he seems to be ahead of most of his species in his ballooning process.

The subjects eyes fluttered opened when I stopped stimulating the sedative. I fastened his unkept medium length hair, similar in hue to that of bark on an earthen Oak tree, out of his face. The subject’s slightly sweaty visage, already becoming somewhat rounded with the weight he’s piled on, appeared very confused. I spoke to him, and it took him aback. It seems that my way of communication is foreign to him. He was used to communicating by creating and interpreting compressions of the atmosphere rather than mentally stimulating each other’s neurons to create communication of concepts through subtle electrochemical impulse manipulations as I am accustomed.

The difference in communication methods aside, I quickly explained to his engorged form that he was in no danger. In fact, I made him aware that he is welcome to leave if he’d like. I could manipulate his memory into this never having happened, and everything would be as he once liked it. Or, something I hoped would be more enticing to the subject, I offered him boarding on my exploration vessel. I had gathered much of the rich nourishment that he seemed enjoy when he thought he was alone, enough so that he would be able to grow very large in the confines of my vessel.

The subject’s face lit up at this offering. His cock, average in size, hardened underneath the thick cotton fabric of his shorts. The tissue, filling with blood, pressed against his pubic lard which has only recently started bulging out. I could tell by this response that I have done well in choosing my subject.

While here, in his quarters, the subject will get to enjoy the immense amount of rich nourishment that I will give to him. In his room I have put a large foam square on stilts for him to rest, a plush sitting area of cushioned designs typical of Earthlings, and archaic entertainment screens with earthly entertainment programmed onto them, as well as a private area closed off for human biowaste disposal. Upon showing these amenities to the subject, he seemed to be producing maximum amounts of the human neurotransmitters serotonin and dopamine. To celebrate, as the humans do, I heated up two large cheesy, lipid covered pizzas for the human to consume. While eager, he was unable to finish all of the nourishment at once. After several hours of encouragement from me upon his bloating midsection, the human was able to comfortably consume the vast amount of calories, assuring addition of fatty tissue to his body.  This seems it will be going quite well for the two of us.

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Day 120:

Three seasonal sectors into the process with the subject and he has grown quite plump. While nowhere near a size that will satisfy the desire to watch him swell, significant progress has been made. Estimating him to be roughly 350lbs, it is apparent that he is now heading towards a vast size. His skin, similar in color to that of elephant tusks, has swollen with adipose. This is the clear result of the consumption of the subject’s desired foods, as he calls them. Fast foods seem to be a common nourishment that humans use to fatten themselves. Flying creatures coated in a thick sauce with chewy plant based strings, cushiony hemispheres with roasted cattle in between, many different concoctions created from the Potato, a common staple of human diet. The options of Earth are plentiful.

These nourishments have had a large effect on the human’s form, especially his slightly furred midsection. Expanding in front from 3 main regions, his bulbous pectoral hemispheres have separated out in either direction, his nipples becoming more pointed upward and sensitive to my relatively cool touch. Underneath those fatty deposits lay the most prominent deposit: the subject’s growing belly. At night, once I’ve coerced as much food as the subject will masticate and swallow, I lay next to his heavy body and play with his mesmerizing belly.  It jiggles in similar waves found on the vast oceans of his planet, and seems to always be warmer to the touch than I am. I am hoping that soon, once a bit more weight is fastened onto his expanding form, that the subject’s belly region will swell to cover his fatty pubic region when sitting up. While a delight to view, it seems a well-placed milestone to mark the need for another celebration of the expanded human’s growth.

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Day 165:

Today marks the day the subject has become truly rounded. While still having a ways to go, it must be noted that the subject’s face has swollen to great roundness, along with the rest of his body. Shaving his face in the morning has proved difficult with the supple tissue becoming more rounded, but it is remarkably pleasure inducing to observe. While only having put on a mere 50 more pounds since the last entry, it seems this has been enough for the rounded human to reach the point where his erect penis pushes against his prominent, shaking belly when aroused. The human seems to take great fascination with my body as I do his. While I do not possess the pubic anatomy to satisfy the human anally, we have found many forms of entertainment, humanly sexual in nature, to make his body shake until milky liquid is produced. This sticky liquid will get smeared underneath his midsection adipose deposits and in between his pubic blubber that has grown to swell over a significant portion of the subject’s member.

During the times the human is not aroused, I have become accustomed to be continuously heating up food for him. He seems to want to consume more and more rich nourishment. While only several cycles ago he was struggling to eat two Pizzas, this has become a regular meal for him when served this food. His affinity for foods rich in glucose has not gone unnoticed. In the blood tests that I’ve run, I’ve noticed increased levels of hormones responsible for sugar addiction, fatty food dependencies, and increased blood pressure. The subject, being made aware of these changes as I stood over his increased form holding a box of “kookies”, seemed to want the nourishment even more. It excited me to see the hedonistic nature of this species. On one hand this has potential dangers for the subject, but on the other he received amounts of endorphins that otherwise would not be achievable. I managed to feed him more food that time than he had been able to fit into his cavities before.

The physical limitations of his form are becoming apparent as well. The subject displays great discomfort when bending his flabby form to pick something up off the ground. With his fat storages causing bending in several directions to become impossible, it seems increasingly difficult for him to complete many activities a thinner human would be well suited to accomplish. I’ve taken it upon myself to help him out in whatever way possible, as I do not wish for the human to be uncomfortable. While the human rests, I have been spending many hours with my arms enveloped by the plump rolls forming around his ribcage that has become buried in adipose. Not requiring rest, watching the large being sleep is one of my few highlights of life on this mission.

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Day 255:

I must have forgotten to mention in earlier logs that it goes without saying the subject has been kept nude during this growing process. His body, only slightly pudgy once first brought in, quickly expanded past the confines of the clothes he arrived in. His belly had grown to show out of his t-shirt, and his arms, quickly stretching out with fatty tissue, began to become pinched by the short sleeves of the uniform. His already tight shorts, on day 12, had failed to perform their operation when the point at which they fastened together was popped opened by the fatter human. His chubby thighs stretched the fabric, although the cotton could only stretch to a certain degree. The shorts ripped, and the human found clothes completely redundant once having acquired around 20lbs of adipose.

In the last 90 days the subject has continued his rapid growth, unlike any I’ve ever witnessed. At an average of over a pound a day, the amount of rich nourishment the subject has to consume is monumental. Having now grown to 500lbs, roughly half the weight that I dream of him becoming, his human body must consume calories of an ever growing proportion. It should be noted that this surprising amount of blubber accumulating around his overly chubby body is causing his skin to apparently rip, as red streaks have appeared on much of his flabby surface. Along what the subject refers to as his love handles, these red streaks have appeared over the surface of his jiggly belly, on the side of his recreational sports ball sized pectoral adipose deposits, and underneath his arms stuffed with lard- like how the coating of the greasy sausages he so readily eats are stuffed with meat. His fingers, sausage like in appearance as well, must have a concoction of fattening food to hold or the subject grows uncomfortable. While his blood pressure has increased to an unhealthy rate, it raises even higher when I, on occasion, lack concentration and don’t have more nourishment readily available. If the subject goes longer than an hour without eating, I worry for the health of his heart. In order to ease my mind, I have taken it upon myself to make sure the subject is continuously stuffing sugary, greasy nourishment of all forms into his rounded mouth.

I don’t believe that I taste in a similar fashion to the subject. When we make contact with our mouths, I receive no spike in joy such as demonstrated by this human. The foods he consumes provide me with no such addiction as demonstrated by many members of this species. Any of the few times I have attempted to consume the subject’s food for myself per his recommendation, I have been sent into agony as my body rejects the low form of nourishment. I must stick to my energy capsules if I do not wish to become sick. I cannot be taking up time in the toilet space as I must do so after consuming his food. The subject hardly fits into the quaint space I’ve allotted for bathroom activities. This was a poor foresight on my part, as I should have known this would be coming. I have had to gently shove the subject into the room while having him suck in his bulging belly and holding back his side rolls with his weak arms. From the time he spends in there I can tell that the lack of space is uncomfortable for him. This being the case, I shall propose very soon that we move to performing relieving activities in bed using medical equipment suited for someone of his girth and mass. This will serve two purposes: First the subject will be able to comfortably relieve himself without being confined to a small space, and it will induce less movement throughout the day. It seems the less the subject moves around, the faster the fat accumulates onto him. When he comes out of the lavatories breathing heavily and gleaming with sweat, I know that I’ve lost whatever fat was coming from a donut or two that he recently consumed.

Outside of these mundane maintenance activities, the subject seems to enjoy it when I have him roll over onto his hands and knees to feed him large quantities. While holding this position for long is uncomfortable for his large body, it allows for me to approach from behind and play with his swaying belly. His buttocks, ripe with cellulite, gape open for me to enter as the two planets of lard separate and reveal a puckered anus, sunken behind a wall of fatty tissue that has accumulated. Lifting apart his lard with my veiny hands, the subject wiggles around the bed as I gently penetrate his anus with the tip of my longest horn. While this creates no sensation of sexual arousal for me, it causes an extreme reaction within the subject. His penis, smothered underneath a large fold of his ever bulging, quivering pubic fat, becomes erect every time. The subject, once I have thrusted several times, will often end up sitting back and rocking his succulent public blubber over his flabby cock while grasping my muscled body. He has taken a liking to licking my body, dark blue in contrast to his own. It seems with enough food inside of him, and a combination of this activity, that milking the human for seed has become not only pleasurable for him, but a task that I take great enjoyment in. To see the jiggling, moaning mass of human at my company is all that I have craved.

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Day 393:

At the time of the last entry, I’d noticed the subject’s body to stop rounding out so much as it has become, while still stretched with jiggly blubber, more flatted across his front and back sides. It seems that the subject, now reaching 650lbs, has been storing more fatty adipose in his width rather than his front and back, as such was.

This change in accumulation of lard has caused the human to become essentially bedridden. My plan to have the subject relieve himself in his bed was welcomed by the large man, thus causing him to have little to no reason to be mobile. It evokes a sense of endearment upon seeing my fattened creature take to less movement. It is, what the earthlings call, cute in a way. It is interesting to obesrve how he reacts when I tease him by communicating that he must walk the 100 feet to the freezer and warm up his next bucket of fried poultry. The panic rises on his orbed face, and his heart rate increases. I must admit quickly that I was only “poking fun” at him or I risk sending him into a state of heart failure.

The subject’s belly has taken to expanding in front of him to great lengths, seeming sometimes almost like a bloated blanket of blubber creeping over his genitals. His pectoral deposits have grown  backwards, smoothing out towards his back adipose that resides under his near spherical biceps. His belly button, now extremely deep, is increasingly fun to fondle in bed, late into his sleep cycle. His gargantuan thighs are slowly becoming what appears will be permanently pushed out by his ever expanding belly. If I have the subject stand, as for reasons such as needing to find a lost object or to replace his bedding with freshness, his figure sags much more than it once did. This is due to the severe addition of the large amount of weight he has obtained. It appears that any shadow of musculature the subject once possessed is now buried under many inches, or even feet, of adipose.

The subject is always looking up at me, nearly confined exclusively to his low bed. His facial features, while always soft, were much more prominent only a year ago. Now when I see his bloated head, it all seems puffy compared to the roughness of my body, foreign to these cosmos. Using imaginative mental functions, it is almost as if one poked his cheek that the pudding he’s been consuming would spill out.

The subject enjoys when I poke and prod at his lard, especially his nipples. Expanding large in size, it seems they are ever-growing in sensitivity. I do my best to suckle on his teat frequently, as though I were obtaining nourishment myself from them. This, humorous to me, is extremely erotic to the subject. If I do it for long, I know that I will soon be hoisting his body over for me to play with his lower half. The subject’s large buttocks region sticks out more than ever, almost as if it were a jiggly shelf ready to hold plates of the food he consumes so regularly. His back rolls cascade gracefully onto that shelf if he leans back too much, causing completely different areas of skin to touch that never would have made contact had he stayed a healthy weight. This combination of senses seems to greatly please the subject on moments when he is reveling in his accumulated mass. I have taken an affinity to creating 3-dimensional holographic models of himself for the subject to gaze upon without needed a reflective surface. When he sees the amount of fat that he has grown, his levels of pleasing hormones raise significantly. I don’t need a lab test to see the sparkle in his eyes as he fills with joy at the sight of his enormously disfigured body. Upon viewing himself, he always consumes food with what I might only describe as an elevated level of passion.

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Day 550:

It has been quite some time since the subject has done much except lay back and have me stuff his face full of fattening nourishment. At his size of 800lbs, it has become increasingly difficult for the subject to consume the amount of calories required to obtain over a pound of fat per day. This being the case, his average weight gain per day has marginally decreased. While this might discourage some, I’m under the impression that when I let the gigantic subject find out this information that it will push him to his next goal even quicker.

The subject, while having flatted out a bit at the last entry, has begun to expand outwards in a spherical fashion once again. His torso, cascading with 4 fatty rolls on either side, is more bulbous than ever. His very large arms, midsection, and pectoral/back fat all fold together to create the silhouette of a lumpy orb, four times the size of an average member of his species. The subject’s belly, expanding several feet across, push out his blubbery thighs to an almost uncomfortable distance. That is the price the subject pays for his beautiful body, and it seems to be an insignificant cost to him.

It concerns me that the subject is constantly breathy. Even if only laying back, it seems that he has a hard time respiring. Upon a respiratory exam I’ve completed, it seems that the subject will cease breathing in the middle of sleep due to the pressure on his lungs from the accumulated weight. I’ve concocted a tubed device that will breathe for him upon sleeping, and occasionally during the waking hours when he is fatigued from overeating.

The subject seems to enjoy attempting to create the all fours position we once loved so many cycles ago, although he lacks the strength to hold himself up. Even if I helped him with my superior strength, the purpose would be defeated as his bulbous belly and pectoral lard would sit upon the bed to support him regardless of what his rotund appendages were doing. While laying in this position causes back pain after a certain period of time, the subject has found it somewhat comforting to lay face down on the bed as he eats. This way, the food is readily at his gaping mouth and all that is required for feeding is the lowering of his blubbery head. It often causes food debris to accumulate upon the surface of his skin, but I tenderly wipe it off for him. Keeping him well fed is a large effort on its own, but keeping him clean seems to be my other occupation as of late. His arms are much too tired from carrying so much weight that I have become accustomed to doing the most basic of tasks for him. Brushing his teeth, wiping unsanitary accumulation out of his blubbery adipose folds, wiping his skin after a large feast, have all become new responsibilities for myself. The subject seems not to mind that his ability to do even the most basic tasks is becoming limited. This is something that I find to be most charming about the subject, the way he so readily gives into this lifestyle of hedonism and gluttony. To him, the medication for blood pressure, blood cholesterol, and blood sugar regulation that I’ve created for him, are easy accommodations that allow him to swell with more blubber daily.

The subject, having been immobile for quite some time, can eat a shocking amount of nourishment for any being. Sometimes I ponder the thought that it should be an impossibility for that amount of physical space to exist within his cavities. Over the past year and a half it seems that the subject’s addiction to such rich foods has increased at an almost alarming rate. It is not uncommon for the subject to eat through several large pizzas, many thin wheat cylinders with sauce, a large bag of fried potatoes, a celebratory cake, and a two liter of soda all within several hours of waking up. The subject tends to fall asleep for a prolonged period after feasts such as these, to which he will wake up and consume a similar amount, continuing the cycle of gluttony. When he is not eating head first into the food, I am the one to feed him. Day in and day out I pleasure my large subject with whatever he must consume. His penis, often throbbing from increased arousal, can be felt in waves around his wiggly body. I will push back his belly, pull apart his thighs touching with aggression, and massage his genitals as best as my ability persists. His orgasms, growing weak with the general decreased blood flow, cover his expansive fat pad in sticky liquid. I must clean him quickly or the liquid will soak into the pubic fat that regularly engulfs his penis.

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Day 730

Today is quite the special day- it marks two full years that I’ve had with my subject. In this time, I’ve managed to blow him up to proportions of blubber that should be impossible for someone of his species to reach. My subject has amassed to weigh 1,000lbs of mostly fat inside of his once pudgy frame. This has occurred in a shockingly short time period. These years seem to mean much more to humans as their lives are so short lived, but taking that into consideration it was only a mere percentage of his life that the human has taken in order to reach a size that would often be considered impossible.

The last two hundred pounds have found their way gracefully onto my subject. Every nook, every cranny that once existed on his body is now fit to bursting with gluttonous lard. His torso, stretched out and bulbous in nature, sags in every direction as any given stretch-marked fold takes up the space of his body. Just about as wide as he was once tall, his body expands out in every direction. Many of those last 200lbs went to his massive thighs, roughly the size of mid sized exercising balls that humans upon earth use to become more in shape. This comparison only provides such contrast, as the legs upon my subject have become so burdened with adipose that they cannot hope to lift his body off of his mattress. His arms, heavy and dimpled with lard, are essentially useless fatty, orb-like appendages that stick out of his rotund midsection. During emergency cases, when I must perform my own bodily maintenances, the subject is able to feed himself for a limited time. While in his largely fattened state he is usually sweaty and breathless, he becomes even more so when he must feed himself. His arms almost don’t allow for such activities, as the fat upon his biceps creates pressure amongst the blubber of his pillowy pectoral adipose. If he desires for his hands to reach his mouth, much effort must be exerted.

The subject’s life since the last entry has not changed much, besides the severe accumulation of mass. Upon communicating to him after the last entry that his average weight gain per day was down, my giant subject took it upon himself to become a being whose only purpose is to consume and grow. It is very apparent that his efforts have been successful. I find his efforts most successful when crawling under his nearly tent of flab that covers his pelvic region. Buried amongst rolls upon rolls of blubbery lard is his penis, which stands as erect as the laws of physics allow. This usually means that barely the tip of his member is exposed when I lift the covers of fat. Besides the motivation of seeing my adored subject become happy, I find motivation in causing sensations within his penis though his increased eating when stimulated. It seems that my rotund subject has taken eating as his primary function passively, but when stimulated the eating becomes a much more erotic, active function. Within the human species, it has become apparent that at least some of them grow much faster when aroused.

With all of the immense amounts of eating that my subject has done, the vast food storage that I’d accumulated for him is almost depleted. Only a member of this species so ravenous for growth that he would gain over 800 unnecessary pounds of adipose would be able to consume his way through the bounty that I had stored.

I gave this news to my beautifully plump subject, to which he seemed mortified. I explained that we would make a quick trip back to Earth in order to stock up on his favorite treats, which would allow us to have enough nourishment to make it back to Home Planet if he desired. I explained that We would be interested in studying his growth and potentially allowing this process to happen to other, willing, humans. I’m sure those of you back home will find him just as infatuatingly interesting as I have, and that my fellow explorers will be excited to see what transformations they might bestow upon this civilization so advanced in gluttony.

Before I could offer my subject the option to return to his dwelling that once was, and for me to report my findings alone, he was expressing excitement in returning to Home Planet with my company. This would be for the best, after all. I will be able to take care of him with our advanced medicine for quite some time, prolonging his life that it would be back on Earth. That being said, I will complete this last journal entry and begin the journey back to Home Planet. I will see my brethren soon, to which I must express my own excitements. Until we meet again, it was a pleasure to document this mission.