Liposius

*This story is perfect for anyone who loves both Greek Mythology and the fattening of men. Liposius follows a modern man as a mysterious lover's true intentions unfold.*

I hate being the type to obsess over everything. I just want things to be perfect, especially with what’s been going on in my life lately. It’s almost too perfect. I can barely think as I aimlessly wander the aisles of this damn mini mart trying to figure out if chocolates or flowers would be better for tonight. Michael barely eats, which is probably how he maintains his godlike figure. Everything about him is chiseled; it’d piss me off if I didn’t feel so self-conscious around him. His sharp jawline, 8 pack abs, toned biceps, thighs that could crush any man’s scull. With just the slightest amount of body hair and a flawless complexion, he’s the definition of a dream boat. Part of me wants to buy him the chocolates just to attempt to ruin his figure, but I know he wouldn’t eat them and I’d end up pigging out later tonight after I think he’s fallen asleep. He’ll walk in on me stuffing my face with salted caramel covered deliciousness wearing nothing but a pair of underwear that hug my waist a little more than they used to. I know this exact situation will happen, too. Not because I’m psychic or anything but because every time I spend the night at his place I end up pigging out uncontrollably. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me lose my self-control. At least he’s nice about it though. In the two months we’ve been seeing each other I’ve somehow managed to pack on over 20 whopping pounds of blubber and he’s never said a negative word. Granted, I’m 5’11 so the difference between 140 and 160 isn’t too noticeable to most people, but I can’t hide it Michael when we fool around pretty much every night. Sometimes he’ll pinch my little bit of extra weight and smile, or in bed he’ll grab me from behind and shake me like I have an actual belly for him to grab. I wouldn’t be thinking about it so much if he weren’t so damn physically perfect. As his erotic body crosses my mind yet again, I decide to purchase a dozen sunflowers and try to get any thought of chocolate out of my head.

As I scan the flowers at the self-checkout I notice how the bottom of my tucked in work shirt hugs my small paunch more than it did last week. God, it’d be great if I had any motivation to go workout. You’d think that going from a flat stomach to having this sack of fat would be enough to get myself motivated, but that’s obviously not the case. I always tell myself that I’ll go to the gym but I never get around to it. I graduated from the Boston University with a degree in finance last spring and have been working in an office, which is already lazy enough. When I was in school it was so much easier to hit up the gym between classes, or even when I started this job I went pretty regularly, but ever since Michael and I started seeing each other I don’t feel like I have to expend the same kind of energy that I used to. It’s almost winter, every adult packs on a few pounds around Christmas time anyway, right?

On my way to Michael’s condo I pass a store displaying mirrors and stop to check to make sure the high winds haven’t messed up my hair too much. My dark hairs have kept their place pretty decently, I guess undercuts are good for that sort of thing. I can’t help but look at my face, has it always had this much weight to it? My scruffy jaw seems to be slightly more pushed out than I’m used to. At least my winter coat hides my little belly pretty well. I’m glad that it’s virtually impossible to tell how much my pants button is straining under these layers.

I get to Michaels condo complex and let myself in. Like every day I come here, I’m instantly taken back with the beauty of the place. High ceilings, brass toned marble floors, expensive furniture, dark accents, more space in a luxury condo than anyone should be able to afford, and, as always, the smells coming from the chef’s kitchen are divine. I follow my nose to the towards the back and spy on Michael cooking up a storm. How he can afford all of this, I don’t really know. He’s never actually told me specifically what he does. I know he’s some kind of higher up, but I’d rather not pry. He usually prefers to keep his private life to himself, and that’s more than fine by me. I don’t need to know his life story to appreciate him, no matter what my logical side is telling me. Right now though, I’m listening to the side of me telling me to go kiss the beautiful man cooking us dinner.

“Hey baby,” I greet him with a kiss on his smooth cheek, which is slightly hard for me to do considering he’s 6’4, and hand him the flowers I bought. “I got you something to celebrate our two months.”

“Ah how sweet, you know I adore yellow things.” He tells me with a smile. “I’m making us that dinner we talked about the other day.”

Oh shit, I completely forgot. He asked me what my favorite foods were and said he’d make them all, to which I called bullshit. But by looking at the spread he has going so far, I think he might’ve been serious. Homemade potato chips, pork tacos, several California rolls, and a small German chocolate cake. Him doing this kind of stuff for me is the exact reason I don’t push him to tell me more about himself. Plus the mystery is always nice.

Within half an hour my Adonis has finished our meal and we’re eating at his oversized dining room table. With all the food he made I’m thankful that this table is so big, it looks more like a potluck than a quiet dinner for two.  As per usual, Michael has basically nothing on his plate. Some potato chips and half of a California roll. I fill up my plate though, not eager to reject his gift. I’m always so hungry around him, too. I don’t think I could eat a moderate amount if I tried.

Usually when we’re together we’re having great conversations about life and things we find interesting and all that kind of stuff, but during eating time all conversations are out the window. I’ve never made such a glutton of myself before I met him that day on the street. I had been looking for a new place to grab lunch downtown when I ran into him, too involved in my own hunger to not have noticed this tall man walking right into me. The way he handled my stumbling words was so suave, and then he asked me out to lunch right there. That was the first of many increasingly satisfying pig outs I’ve had with this man.

I probably look ridiculous eating all of this food, but I don’t pay attention. I don’t even notice that I’ve eaten anything at all until I reach out to grab another taco and the plate is empty. Jesus, there was at least a dozen of them when we started. I don’t know how I always eat so much. Michael always has slightly more food for me every time I see him, and I always eat it all despite if we’re in public or not. Sometimes it feels like he’s training me for something.

“Was that the last of the tacos?” I ask, slightly ashamed that I still kind of want more.

Michael smirks and holds up something small and round between his fingers. “That was the last of everything, my little piggy.” He throws the object towards me and it lands on my bloated gut. It’s a button… a button from my shirt. The shirt that’s been busted open by the part of my belly that’s sticking out the most. Did I really eat all of that food and pop this button? I should’ve known that this would’ve happened, but it was so damn much food!

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we finished all of that.” I say meekly. “I need to work on portion control.”

Michael leans forward, his face coming closer to mine. “You’re perfect just the way you are.” He reaches out a tan hand and puts it around my neck, bringing me in for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away he wipes chocolate off of his mouth, which I realize must’ve come from mine. I wipe the rest off of my mouth with my sleeve and brush little potato chip crumbs and bits of rice off of my distended lap.

“Might as well take this off now,” I casually laugh and pull off my ruined dress shirt, throwing it on the floor. “Want to take this to the bedroom?” I try to stand up but realize that I’m way too full. I fall back down and the force causes my torso to shake. I’m breathing heavily from all the pressure.

“Maybe in a minute, I think you need some attention first.” Michael tells me and comes over to sit by me, rubbing my swollen gut and kissing me. I’d probably be questioning this more if it didn’t feel so damn good.

As soon as I can move we move to his California King bed and make out there. I run my hand through his thick black hair that’s always so flawlessly pushed back. He doesn’t take his hand off my gut the entire time we’re going at it. He’s so aggressive, so primal. I’d feel bad for laying here like a stuffed pig ready to be feasted on but I’m still so full. Besides, he doesn’t seem to mind doing most of the work. Slowly he undresses myself and him, until we’re both slowly getting ready to cum. His cock is the perfect size for my ass, all 10 inches of it, but we have never gotten that far. I’ve asked and he says he wants to wait, but tonight just feels like the right time.

“I want you in me Michael,” I moan, like I’m his little stuffed pig.

He looks me in the eyes. “I don’t think you’re ready. I don’t think you want to be mine yet.”

God damnit he’s pulled this ‘be mine’ bullshit before, but it’s just more of the same mystery he’s so into conjuring.

“I’m ready.” I say, staring him down. “I’m yours, completely yours.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, completely yours and nobody else’s.”

“Alright then.” He exhales, almost as though he’s nervous. “There’s something I would like to show you. You’ll have to stand up to come see it.”

I cringe at the thought of standing, but he helps pull me up and leads me over to his closet door, his thick ass bouncing slightly. He slides the closet door open, but it doesn’t lead to his walk in closet. Behind the door is another similar room.

I’m confused. “What’s going on?”

Michael softly smiles and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Just trust me.” He commands. I don’t know why I’m so trusting of him, this is some weird voodoo stuff happening. He holds my hand and leads me into this magic room, covered wall to wall in black marble. The furniture looks like it’s made out of solid gold with wooden accents and the only light comes from hundreds of white candles lining the room, some of them looking like they’re floating midair. At the end of the room are two french doors that open up to a balcony where vines have started to creep into the room. Despite the doors being open outside in the middle of a Boston winter, the room is a comfortable temperature.

“Michael, what is this?” I demand to know.

“You said you’d trust me, now follow through. I know that you meant it.” Something about this whole thing is off but for whatever reason I do trust him. I lie on the new bed belly down and smack my lithe ass, inviting him to stick his growing erection deep inside me. His towering body comes over and I feel the release of him starting to fuck me raw. He’s powerful and active, as almost as if he’s a wild animal. He sticks himself deep inside me and I cum without being touched within a few minutes and not too long later he’s filling me up with what feels like an inhuman amount of cum. For a solid few minutes he pumps himself further in me as he pumps excessive amounts of jizz into my hole. With a final moan he’s done, and he collapses on the bed next to me, sweaty with all the effort. I’m too tired to shower, I’ll deal with all of this in the morning. Right now all that’s important is falling asleep in my man’s arms.

//

“Good morning beautiful.” I’m greeted as my eyes flutter open. I’m painfully hungry, I can’t really concentrate on this man that I finally got to penetrate me. The room looks completely different now that the candles are extinguished and morning sun floods in from the open balcony. Outside spring birds are chirping and I hear some chatter from a group.

“Good morning,” I say back, “Have you made breakfast yet?”

“I thought you might be hungry, I had food prepared for you.” Michael lets me know as he stands up, still nude from the night before, and grabs a comically large tray of chicken and waffles big enough to feed a family of four. I sit up with a little more difficulty than usual, probably from the epic ass pounding that occurred, and dig in. “There are a few things we must go over… now that you’re mine.”

“What do you mean?” I’m not really in the mood for this vague stuff. At least the food is amazing. I could barely get the words out.

He chuckles at my gluttony. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. My name isn’t really Michael.

A lot of this is going to be hard for you to accept, so please hear me out. You may have heard of me before in stories and tales from older times. Back in the day my father, Olympian ruler of the sun, gave birth to two twins who were supposed to be able to control the human physique. One would cause severe malnourishment and the other extreme obesity. These two twins were seen as a plague to the human world as they drastically changed to structure of human bodies they were around. Driven by sexual desires for the skinny and the fat, they were constantly fighting against one another to change the whole of humanity to their respective extreme. Soon the father grew tired of seeing the fighting and changing of the humans so drastically, and he damned his children to enchanted realms. This is where you are now, in the enchanted realm of the god who turns humans obese. As you may have guessed, I am that god. I am Liposius.” He snaps his fingers and the pillow next to me turns into a large, obese pig. I jump and spill syrup all over my body and the pig starts licking it up. Michael, now Liposius, snaps his fingers again and the food I spilled returns to its original position and the pig morphs into a plate of steaming bacon. I reach over and take a bite. It’s crispy and grease dribbles down my pudgy face. I wipe it off and I feel that my scruffy chin gives in a little more than it did last night.  

He continues. “By the rules of my father I only get to choose one mortal every hundred years. After I have chosen, I am damned to stay in my realm until the turn of the next century.” He opens the door that should lead to his condo room, but all that’s inside is a walk in closet. “I cannot travel back into the mortal world until the mortal year 2100. Usually I wait until later in the century to make my choice, but when I saw you and your beauty I knew you must be mine. I was hoping to set up stronger roots for obesity to grow in the western world, but instead I staged the whole street meetup so that we could encounter and make you mine one day.”

“What do you mean ‘Make you mine?’” I ask between bites of bacon. “I don’t get it.”

“Well,” He starts, “When we became intimate last night I planted my blessing inside you. Over the next week you’ll be growing enormously obese, around 50 lbs a day. If you haven’t noticed, it’s already started.” He sits next to me and jiggles my belly, which has slightly increased in size since yesterday. I notice my chest is sticking out a little more than usual too, nothing extreme but enough to freak me out.

“What the fuck is this?” I demand to know. “What am I going to say to my friends, what am I going to wear? How am I supposed to explain this to my boss?” My mind is running at a hundred miles a minute. Suddenly my hunger subsides for the first time in a while.

“Oh, Beautiful, I think you have misunderstood.” He tells me as he penetrates me with those chocolate caramel swirl eyes. “You will be here from now on. My blessing will make you immortal, and you will live here in my realm with my other men. Here you’ll always be well fed and have plenty to keep you happy. I make sure my men are treated with the best and only the best.” He kisses my forehead and lifts a piece of bacon to my mouth. I open up and let him feed it to me, subconsciously accepting my fate.

Day 1- 170lbs

Liposius gives me a white cotton jock strap to put on to let me feel somewhat decent when I meet the other men living here. The jock keeps sliding down my chubbier thighs, but I figure that won’t be a problem for too long. I really don’t want to meet these other guys, my life just got turned upside down, but I have no other choice. Liposius says that if I want more food I have to get it from the common areas. Language won’t be a barrier here, we can all understand each other. This is never how I imagined entering a magical realm, but it’s still exciting to get to see all of the various enchantments.

Down the fancy hallway and down the stairs the mansion opens up into an entryway decorated in ancient and modern gold pieces. White marble lines the floor and all the furniture looks as though it’s been picked out to show elegance throughout the ages. Practically every surface is covered in rich foods, both sweet and savory. Roast pig, all kinds of potatoes, pastas, breads, stewing lamb, pastries, pies, cakes, and other foods from every culture and time period. Liposius walks me into a sitting room decked out in oversized plush couches completed with TVs, video games, and all kinds of streaming.

“This is the main media room,” He tells me. “All the food here, like in the entire house, replenishes itself and changes daily.” He picks up a piece of fried chicken and offers it to me. I take it and he picks up a piece for himself.

“Kamal! Malcom! Come here and meet our new blessed man!” Liposius calls out. Two giant nude men slowly come lumbering in from the next room over. I notice that the open doorways are particularly wide, which is good because these are easily two of the most obese men I’ve ever seen. The first one through the door is a pretty hairy man with large, furry man tits that quiver more than his soft fuzzy belly, probably of Middle Eastern decent. His bloated face is covered with an attractive beard that doesn’t hide his sports ball sized double chin in the slightest. He’s the taller of the two and waddles in breathing heavily using two overly enormous thighs, followed by who I assume is Malcom. The first thing I notice is how far his hairless belly sticks out in front of him. His lovehandles cascade around his thick sides and mold amazingly into his soft back fat. His chest isn’t as impressive as Kamal’s, but each pec still has more fat on it than my growing belly does. His nipples are fat and kind of pointy, and his grey blue eyes match his silky red hair well. I look down and notice that he must’ve had only an average sized cock when he was thin because I can’t find where it lies under his bulging, bouncing fat pad. I mentally guess both of them to be over 500lbs of blubber. After a few introductions the men start messing with me, the new ‘skinny’ guy.

“We better play horse shoes soon,” Kamal tells Malcom with a voice as smooth as red velvet cake. “We at least want to get a few games in before he gets too fat to bend over!”

Malcom laughs and his entire girth shakes. “Oh yeah,” Malcom looks me up and down. “He looks like the perfect size to reach down behind the fridge and see if he can find that remote we lost during that rager in the 18th century.”

“Remember when Miguel was blessed,” Kamal recalls, “and he thought he’d be able to get the remote but he spent so long trying that he grew fat enough to get his arm stuck back there and we had to scream for Liposius to come and work his magic?” He lets out a deep chuckle at the memory and wipes a few beads of sweat from his forehead. “I’m need to sit- I can’t remember the last time I stood up for this long! Come join us for some shows Newbie, we have every channel you can think of.” Kamal and Malcom grab some greasy food off of a table serving fried seafood and fall onto the oversize couches, sending their fat jiggling like two heavy water bed.

“I have some business to take care of,” Liposius announces. “I’ll be back in a few hours to start off tonight’s feast in your honor. Until then get used to your new life of gluttony, my blessed pig.” He claps his hands and the lights in the room dim. A TV show about Ice Truckers starts playing on the wall to wall screen. My extreme hunger is taking over so I grab a plate stacked high with deep fried shrimp and sit down, sandwiching myself between the suffocating bodies of the two huge men. Their grunts of gluttony fill the room, and I start getting used to the idea of looking like them. I should be freaked out, but something about Liposius’ easy going demeanor is making all of this feel so natural.

//

I’m woken up from a nap still sitting between Malcom and Kamal by the lights turning on and Liposius announcing that it’s time to start the feast. I stand up and realize that my jock strap isn’t falling off me as much as it had been this morning. Liposius brings me to the expansive kitchen at the back of the mansion that opens up to the outside courtyard. Lighting comes from many torches and the air smells like sweet grapes. There’s a giant brass fountain statues of obese creatures that I once thought were mythical standing at the center, spewing water out of their mouths. Beyond the fountain there’s a vast garden made of 20 foot tall shrubs, all cut out in modern shapes. Immediately to the right there’s an Olympic sized pool that’s been set up with tables and chairs all around stuffed with classic Greek feast food. Obese, nude men of varying sizes are gathering around the pool and the food, all having started eating despite already looking stuffed to the brim. From the forest to the left, engorged half human creatures are coming forth. A fat centaur with thick hindquarters, a handful of rather wide satyrs, a couple of large men with scaly legs talking about how they’re about to get drunk off their fat scaly asses. Liposius walks me to the pool and puts a hand up, quieting everyone down.

He clears his throat. “Last night was a once in a century occasion. I, Liposius, have chosen this man to give my blessing. I know you all will join me tonight in celebrating this wonderful, soon to be giant, man and may we all get fat and drunk in his honor. Now, a toast, to the pig of the century!” Everyone raises their glass and chugs back their sweet smelling drinks. Right away men come and gather around me, all eager to introduce themselves. Each comes with food that I gladly accept, as I’ve grown ravenous since my nap.

The next couple hours are a blur of introductions, food, and godly beer. I find out that only the most obese men, all around the size of the ones I met earlier, are the ones who’ve received Liposius’ blessing. I’m number 20 on the list. All the other men here are normal mortals that have stumbled upon the realm without meaning to. They’re always skinnier men who have wanted to grow grossly obese but don’t have the means to in their daily lives. Every once in a while one of them with immerge from the forest, or climb out of the fountain, or however they arrive, and be greeted and welcomed to fatten up to their heart’s desire. I met one middle aged man, Larry, who was a mechanic from London that used to work out every day. He was driving to the gym one night when he, for whatever reason, swerved into the forest and ended up in this realm. A centaur brought him to the mansion and helped him to get set up. Since then, he’s packed on over 100lbs of bulging fat and gets to live the life he’s secretly always wanted to live. Once he gets to his desired weight of about 450lbs, he plans to get sent back to the mortal world by a centaur and can’t wait to surprise his chubby chaser boyfriend with all the weight he’s gained.

According to the party goers it’s good luck to rub the new man’s growing belly. Every time a new hand is placed on my abdomen, I feel slightly bigger. That would make sense, as I’m constantly gaining weight. By the end of the night I guess myself to be around 210lbs, not counting all the food and drink I ingested. My belly is sticking out so much, mainly from the bloat but also from the fat slowly accumulating. I look almost pregnant when I fall asleep.

Day 2- 218lbs

I spent the night with Liposius but I’ll be spending today with Miguel, the last blessed man to come before me. I met him last night at the feast, he’s one of the smaller of the blessed men, but definitely not small by any other standard. His huge weight is well distributed and he still spikes his hair into contemporary hairdo that was in style maybe a decade ago in the mortal world. I squeeze into my now tight jock strap and look at myself in the wall length mirror before starting the day. My belly has a slight overhang now and is starting to hide the straps on my jock. My sides are filling up with quivering lard. I look back at my ass and see the back straps are being squeezed down by the weight of my jutting bubble butt. I never thought I’d have so much fat back there but I can’t complain too much about it when sitting feels this comfortable.

A moment later Miguel opens the door, covered in a sticky layer of sweat that probably came from having to walk up the stairs. He’s eating a waffle out of his hands and is getting syrup all over his protruding neck fat.

“Morning,” He greets, heavily chewing. “You’re already looking bigger than you did last night!” He pokes my naval and his chubby finger sinks deeper than I expected it to.

“Yeah, you’re looking kind of big yourself.” I say and grab him by the belly before taking a lick of syrup off of his fat chin.

Liposius speaks up, still in bed. “You know Miguel you never really grew to the size I wanted you to. I’ve been meaning to fix that.” He snaps his fingers and Miguel’s entire body pushes out about another inch, making a ‘fwump’ sound and sending every new inch rippling. “There we are.” Liposius explains with a big grin on his beautiful face. “Another 30 pounds never hurt anyone.”

//

Miguel takes me on a short tour of the large mansion showing me hallways for our individual bedrooms, recreational rooms, dining rooms, game rooms, and various stuff about anything else I should know. While in a dining room we stumble across some enchiladas.

Miguel sighs and sits down, taking a break from the walking. “These enchiladas remind me of the ones my mom used to make back in the day. I’m sure she’s long gone by now but sometimes I still miss her. When Liposius and I met, I was just a thin young man working full time in a bakery that had just opened up in Mexico City. He saw my love for the breads and knew that I’d be perfect for him. Now, decades later, he’s still surprising me with new tricks he has for my huge body. I’ve never seen him just snap his fingers and make me gain so much! I’d ask him to do it again and again, but I know he likes for us to be able to walk around without him having to carry us himself. He learned his lesson with Bryan. Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying your growth. It really is a great time in the lives of the blessed.” I sit with him and we gorge ourselves on enchiladas. Chunks of pork and beef falling down onto our bellies, covering us like two pigs who never learned what being clean is. I can feel my fat gut bloating out as I gorge more and more. The contrast between our sizes is still so big, but I realize that in a few days I’ll be as big as this monster of a man.

The tour ends with seeing the Gallery of What Once Was- a hallway dedicated to the display of 20 marble sculptures. Each sculpture is of each of the nude blessed men when Liposius first met us. At the end of the hall is my sculpture, depicting my toned, slim body that I had only a couple of months ago. Miguel shows me his, a very strong man who could probably lift a whole lot of bread. Each of us was so thin, so toned. The man who ruined our bodies really has a type. A very, very hungry type.

That night I’m watching a sumo wrestling match with Miguel and another blessed man, Ikioi, who loves the sumo sport because he looks like a very well overfed wrestler. He’s a really blobby man. Many of his features are smaller, such as his nipples, fingers, cock, and nose. They all get lost in his vast blubbery body.

I lift my stuffed self off of the couch to get another plate and hear a snap. “Oh no,” I say. “I think this jock is about to give out.” I look past my rounded chest and pull back the fat accumulating on my sides and see that slowly, as I grow more obese, my jock strap is ripping strand by strand. Once the whole things snaps off and my hip fat juts out, I see for the first time today how my cock is getting surrounded by my fat pad. I’m fully erect but I’ve lost at least and inch and a half. I’m so turned on that I jizz all over the floor right then and there, unable to bend over and clean it up with how full I am. Miguel and Ikioi clap and cheer for me, reaching down and pleasuring themselves while I grab us more food.

Day 4- 321lbs

God I’ve gotten huge! I feel like a real fat guy. My whole body is swelling. I can feel my thighs rubbing and my belly jiggling when I walk. I can’t wait for my chest to get hefty enough to quiver as I shove more greasy food into my greedy mouth. My man boobs are already pushing out my sausage like arms, and I can’t even recognize my face. My scruff is very pushed out by my modest double chin and my cheeks have a ton of weight to them. I play with my jutting ass all the time, it’s so soft and jiggly. I’d never call my belly small but I’m hoping it’ll catch up to my extreme ass soon.

I bounce my nude, bloated body down the stairs and head out to the pool where I find Liposius, Larry, and this guy I know to be a mortal ex-professional tennis player who’s now only slightly bigger than me. Liposius is asking about how their stay here has been and how they’ll handle heading back to the mortal world.

“Hey, Larry, I’m way bigger than you now. Look at this blimp.” I say and shove my round belly into his more modest one. I’m still not used to my new weight and bump into him a little too hard, sending him falling down on his more padded ass. “Liposius, can you do the thing you did with Miguel the other day?” I ask.

“Sure.” He answers. “But only for you, my blessed.” He puts his arm around my fatter shoulder and snaps his fingers, causing both Larry on the ground and the ex-tennis player to both blow up another couple of inches with another two ‘fwump’ sounds.

“Holy shit, Liposius, you really know how to turn us on!” Larry moans. He’s not lying either, him and tennis tubby are both rock hard underneath their fatter bellies and are working on tugging one out. I see them jiggling like crazy and know that I look just as big, if not bigger. It’s almost hard to believe until I look down and see how much I’ve truly let go.

Liposius shakes my shoulder and points at the pool, where the largest man at the mansion is floating belly up in the pool, lazily rebounding off of Malcom as their bodies collide in the water. “Speaking of turning me on, I brought Bryan out to swim earlier. I don’t like him getting much exercise but he won’t stop complaining about being stuck in his room. I know I locked him in a prison of his own fat for all of eternity, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

Bryan is the only immobile blessed man here. From what I can tell, he was really attractive back in the day. Dark skin, shaved head, once angular features. Now he’s so fat he can’t even walk. He’s what every blessed man here wants to be, but there are 20 blessed men and only one Liposius to take care of us. He’s tried getting the obese satyrs to help out in return for staying in the mansion, but it turns out they’re even lazier than the mortals.

Afternoon 6- 445lbs

I feel like I finally settled into a routine today. Waking up, stuffing myself all day, really starting to fit in with the other blessed men now that I’m approaching their size. It’s all hard to comprehend when it’s happening so fast. I’m sweaty, out of breath, jiggly, and exhausted 24/7. Liposius has been great with helping me get accommodated, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how hard it is to move around. The fat just keeps piling on. I don’t want anymore, this is miserable, but I can’t do anything to stop it. I know that no matter what I’ll get fatter, so I give in and I eat. The food feels so good inside me. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I told Liposius I’d be his. I just thought I’d be getting fucked raw, but he opened me up to his world. I should be more appreciative of all that he’s done for me.

He can’t keep his hands off me. We spent most of today in bed, my huge body really drives Liposius crazy. He goes wild on my huge ass, my giant shaking belly, titty fucking me for the first time now that, according to him, I have a proper set of moobs. He can’t stop feeding me, I’m constantly covered in food grease that he licks off of every fold. My huge face hasn’t been clean since I got here. Not to mention that I haven’t seen my cock in days, but Liposius loves whatever is left for him down there. I still have all night to eat, gain, and be fucked by Liposius, but tomorrow will be my last full day of gaining weight. Today though, I’m going eat so much I break the bed.

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Day 365- 530lbs

Once I reached my current weight I plateaued due to the current enchantment Liposius has set. At the time I was glad that I stopped gaining, but now I just want to gain more. All I can think about is food and what I’m going to be eating later, even though I’m currently stuffing myself. Every day has become a blur of food and sex, but I’d prefer to just eat. I put out for Liposius, but he always keeps me well fed when we fool around. There’s only one thing that he could do to truly please me after this year. I need him to cum inside me again.

Tonight he’s throwing a feast in honor of me having been here for a full year. It’s one of his big celebrations that he always does, but all I care about is the food. I eat the entire night, barely noticing the men coming up to me to rub my gigantic fat belly and shaking my pubic fat, looking for another year of good luck. At the end of the night, Liposius asks Larry if he’ll help us get me up the stairs, but he’s much too full. The obese man’s getting dangerously close to his original goal of 450ish pounds, but he’s thinking about staying a couple extra months. He reminds me of me when I was growing. Sweaty, lazy, short of breath, and hungry. I guess he still reminds me of myself.

I made a real pig of myself tonight, and Liposius is sure to remind me. “You have grown so much, my blessed pig. Remember when you had abs? What is this?” He shakes my giant belly. “Your fatness covers your manhood, pig. I have to hold my breath just to blow you off. You’re no man, you’re a giant, jiggling pig.” He starts to shove his hard dick in the spot where my dick has been pretty much sucked in by blubber.

I moan, but wiggle out of his grasp. “Flip me over.” I groan, knowing it’s going to make me expend effort.

“You want me to play with your morbidly obese ass? Alright, I’ll flip you over.” He whispers in my ear, licking my bulbous scruffy double chin. He flips me over and starts flicking is cock against my asshole, careful not to go in.

“I want that ass, pig, you know I do.” He says. “Too bad it would make you even more of a pig. Seeing you eat yourself stuffed tonight at your size has shown me your true self.”

“Fuck me,” I demand. “Nothing will make me happy unless your fuck me.”

“You know I can’t do that. I want to but you know I can’t.” He sounds weak, like he’s trying to convince himself he’s in control.

“I want it. I’m yours, all yours Liposius. Now make me your blessed man.” I moan, almost out of breath from the arousal.

Liposius sighs. “I can’t… but I have to. It was always going to be you, wasn’t it pig? You have always been the one I am supposed to make the biggest in the world.” He sticks his long cock into my deep hole and I squeal out from the pleasure. This is what I have wanted for so long- my heart is pounding harder than usual. A moment later he’s cumming buckets inside my fat asshole. He screams out, his face pinched from releasing all the tension. When he’s done, he falls next to me, a sweaty mess. We catch our breath.

“So what happens now?” I ask.

“Well,” Liposius starts, “ The enchantment set right now has my blessing more than triple the size of the blessed man over the span of 7 days. You’re about to become the biggest man this realm or any else has ever seen.”