Suggested Story: A Helping Hand

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“I mean, I want to get bigger, but no one tells you how much work it is, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty common. Everyone wants to get big until they realize how much else they have to change. Have you tried hypnosis?”

“A few files, never really got anywhere with it. I just feel embarrassed listening to it, you know? Can’t really get into the headspace.”

“Well, I know a guy who makes some real good shit. Definitely worked on some gainer friends I know. You should try one.”

Derek didn’t really have much to lose, but when he got the file from the acquaintance on one of the gainer message boards he frequented, he didn’t expect a miracle. Derek was on the chubby side of average, in his late twenties. He’d always known he was into chubs, and wanted to be one, but two things always seemed to hold him back. One, it was just a lot of work! The few times he tried, he just got burnt out, eating all the time. Two, and the more shameful reason he supposed, was that he liked the idea of being fat, but didn’t like other people seeing him that way very much. Still, if nothing else, the file would probably be hot to jack off to. The instructions said to wear headphones at bedtime and listen while he sleeps, so he waited until that evening, loaded up the file, and turned it on.

He was disappointed. There was someone speaking, but it was hard to make out what he was saying. Mostly it was white noise and static--not a very hot thing to jack off to. He figured he might as well give it a shot though, so he laid back and fell asleep quicker than usual. The next day, he woke up, and he was ravenous. His hunger was the only thing he could focus on, and he scoured the house for whatever he could find, which wasn’t much. He ended up hitting two drive thrus before work, ended up a little late, but even after all of that, and a taut gut, he was still hungry. It was like his mind couldn’t tell he was full anymore--all it knew was that he needed more and more food. He messaged the guy asking him about it, but didn’t hear back until after lunch--an extra long lunch, since he stuffed himself silly with fast food again. The guy was pleased to hear it was having the intended effect, but Derek told him it was too much, too fast. The guy disappeared after that, and while Derek didn’t listen to the file that night, the change in his appetite seemed stuck, and for the next couple of months, he would just keep stuffing himself silly. The weight piled on him. He crested his previous record of 260, and was closing in on 300. He kept messaging the guy, asking for help, wanting to know what he could do to stop it, because he was getting scared, and finally the guy replied to him, after ghosting him for months.

“Some of you are all fucking talk,” the message said, clearly annoyed. “Fine, if you want to go back to your old body so bad, I’ll send you the file that will free you.”

Derek was relieved. The holidays were in a couple of months, he always went back to see his parents, and he was terrified of what they would say if they saw him like this--especially his father. He played the reverse file that night, went right to sleep, but when he woke up--he was still ravenous, as always. Wondering if it would just take a few days to take effect, he found himself settling into his usual routine. The first indication that something was off, though, was when he went through the drive thru, and saw the man working the window look at him with a mix of disdain and disgust. The erotic thrill that shot through him was electrifying--he grabbed the food, parked nearby with his windows down, and gorged himself. Eating in public, showing off what a fat pig he was becoming--he jacked off with one greasy hand before work, and was so horrified with himself, he called in sick and went home.

He messaged the guy, demanding an answer. He replied: “I said I was going to free you, not what I was going to free you from, pig.”

Derek grunted, his cock hard from the name calling.

“Turn on your cam, pig, I know you want to show me what a disgusting, fat piggy you’re becoming.”

He video chatted with the man for hours. Played with his fat, ate for him, jacked off for him, then started streaming his feed publicly, begging men to come into his channel and berate him and humiliate him while he kept stuffing himself. Exhausted, he finally pulled himself away, went to bed, but couldn’t sleep--not without the hypno file playing in his ears, at least, but as soon as he heard that refreshing static, he passed out.

By Christmas, he was pushing 400 pounds, thanks to some supplements his new friend had sent him. He arrived home, and at the first sight of their son, he could see how disgusted his parents were, especially his father. He stepped inside, only for his dad to berate him, tell him what a disgusting pig he was, and Derek couldn’t help it--he shoved his hand down the front of his sweats and jacked off right in front of them. His father kicked him out before he could finish, but he came in the car, and drove off to find something to eat, and then went home again.

His friend on the message board was so thrilled to hear about his experience with his parents, that he sent him another file--and Derek was so excited to put it on and listen to it. When he woke up, he was hornier than he could recall being in his life--he found himself sniffing his rank pits and jacking off over and over, smearing each load into his gut, before the hunger finally drove him upright, and he went and binged himself on cam for the rest of the day. It was three days later when he got a call from work, that he realized he’d totally forgotten about his job--but what did he need a job for? He was just a dirty, slobby pig. He thanked his friend for everything on cam, and he told him that he’d get a special gift once he reached 600 pounds. Derek assumed it would be a new file, and he ate himself silly to get there. It took six months, and by the end of it, he was massively fat, hadn’t left his apartment for much in ages, and relied on encouragers online to pay his bills. He made it though--he crossed the six hundred pound mark, and his friend told him to expect his gift the next day.

He’d expected a food delivery, but when he opened the door, he found himself face to face with his own father.

“Fuck, you disgusting fat fuck--get the fuck in there,” he said, shoved his pigson into the bedroom, and fucked him right there on cam. While Derek oinked and squealed away, his father said, “Fuck yeah, Daddy’s home, piggy. Fuck that bitch mother of yours, this is where I belong--we’re gonna make you a prize fucking pig for all your fans.”

Derek came into the sheets, and knew that he had everything he’d always wanted--well, maybe not always, but he’d just needed a little help knowing what he really wanted, it seems.