The desire to be fattened up like livestock by your BF: -Your "job" is to feed from a trough -As your limbs bloat and become engorged, your BF taking your measurements like a prized hog prepping for the county fair -Collar with a bell growing tight around your thickening neck

Feeling the bulk of your 600 lb frame literally weighing you down, that bulbous mass making your movements cumbersome & slow, the soft layers of adipose jostling & wobbling with discordant momentums that throw off your balance and coordination. Man, you've gotten out of shape...

Your goal should be to make your favorite XXL baggy lounge shirt into a crop top that barely fits over your pillow-sized moobs and bean-bag chair of a gut...

With each pound you gain, your personal assistant AI, now with AccuracyBoost(TM) systematically going back through all your photos, social media posts, and bank statements to retroactively "correct the record" so you've always been a greedy, gluttonous wideload...

Pseudo-Rogue Ship AI systematically isolating each crew member, stuffing a feeding tube down their throat, and forcibly fattening them up until they tear through their "one size fits all" jumpsuits to prove a point that one size does not fit ALL THAT BLUBBER...

Implanting that "GREED" chip into your lithe coyote BF's skull and watching as they glut and gorge their way up to 500 lbs with a bloated muzzle, thickened limbs and wide, bottom heavy waist that makes them look more like an overfed wolf compared to their former unaltered self...

Knowing you shouldn't go back for 4ths at the buffet, that you already had downed 5000 cals, that you were perspiring from meat sweats, that your belt was already straining around your swollen middle, but one more round of ribs and mac and cheese would, *hic, hit the spot...

Reality altering 5 lbs onto your BF everyday, watching his twink frame fills out with rounded hips, abs puffing out into a paunch & skinny pecs swelling into a set of moobs. You enjoy seeing the "changes" the rest of the world just accepts he's always been 150...250...350 lbs...

EAT MORE GAIN MORE GET BIGGER GET FATTER GET FLABBIER MASS IS MORAL GIRTH IS GODLY GIVE INTO THE GAINER PROPAGANDA UNTIL YOU ARE HEAVY, SWEATY, AND IMMOBILE

Pledging to expand your horizons in the new year a little to close to your AI assistant, who takes the phrase literally, and begins a rigorous, meticulous, and calculated plan to make sure you fatten up 250 lbs by the time snow falls next winter...

Fox knowing that after he visits his bear BF's family for the holidays he's gonna come back 25-50 lbs heavier from all the honey laced goods, constant food pushing, and LARGE expectations for portions paired with a family rule of "clean your plate"...

>Saying nothing when you notice your BF baking on weight. >Acting oblivious when their new paunch pokes out from their shirts. >Being naive when they get winded walking up stairs. >Playing dumb when can't see the scale anymore. Gaslighting them into eating and gaining more.

Bakery with body weight-exclusive goods: the TRULY decadent, gut busting morsels. Unless you're 550 lbs, stretching an XXL shirt & wheezing just from going up to the counter, you don't get to buy the 5-layer brownie tarts, the sugar-saturated cookie melts, or choco-dog rolls...

"Accidentally" leaving the remote to the feeding tube out of reach. "Accidentally" putting trace amounts of melatonin in the lard slurry to put you into a food coma while you continue to be stuffed with lard. "Accidentally" waking up 3 days later and 400 lbs heavier...

Deciding NOT to fix the glitch in your AI assistant at work as they constantly push more and more snacks and luxurious food on you, forcing you to indulge and plump out into the corporate fat cat physique that a business titan like you should have had a long time ago...

Sick of being put on patrol duty, Nick Wilde intentionally gorges on break room donuts and whole-milk laced coffee at the station until his 550 lbs and too fat to run anymore, relegating him to desk duty and even closer to his fattening temptations...

When all of your friends decide you would look better as a 600 lb flabby behemoth rather than your lithe 120 lb self, so they set about systematically addicting you to fast food, sneaking gainer powder into your meals & directly stuffing your maw until you're too fat to move...

Wheezing as you slowly waddle down the hall, sweat dripping from your brow and legs barely moving more than a shuffle to lug your 850 lb frame from bedroom to the kitchen where you're BF has been preparing yet another gut busting 15k cal breakfast to keep you growing ever bigger.

Encourage your BF to eat more. Encourage him to overindulge. Encourage him to keep eating even when he is full. Encourage him to let you stuff food into his maw if he won't do it himself. Encourage him to let you install a feeder hose into his maw so he'll ALWAYS be consuming.

Slowing your cheetah friends' down by pushing fast food on them. Stop your bunny buds' from hopping by addicting them to cakes and sweets. Obliterating your lithe antelope companions' physiques by putting feeding hoses in their maws when they sleep.

Let your BF turn you into a fat slob. Let them stuff you with burgers and cake until your lithe frame is consumed by sweaty fat folds and bulbous, encumbering blubber. Let them train you to habitual belch and sweat. Let them enable you to be a lazy couch potato.

New manager at the restaurant that encourages employees to eat on the job, encourages employees to take food home with them, encourages employees to over-serve customers with extra patties and "free" nuggets. New manager that wants to see EVERYONE balloon up to 500 lbs...

Watching your scrawny lynx roommate actively gorge themselves up into permanent obesity. Watching them stuff themselves with 10K calories of fast food every day. Watching them actively UNDER-exercise so their muscles atrophy. Watching them get intentionally out of shape & flabby.

Fast food company that leans into being fattening. Fast food company that gloats about their 3k cal meals. Fast food company that advertises the "expect" bump in your BMI when eating their food. Fast food company that markets how intentionally addicting their greasy slop is.

Sir Hiss whispering a curse that for every coin Robin Hood steals, he gains a pound, figuring soon enough he'll be too big to move and easily captured. In reality, the curse just affected Robin's weight, not his nimbleness as he heists just as easily at 800 lbs of heroic flab.

Reality altering you to be 500 lbs. Reality altering you from a ex-athlete to full-time couch potato. Reality altering you diet to consist of only fast food. Reality altering your friends to be 500 lbs too. Reality altering your life to revolve around eating and gaining.

Tech engineer reprogramming the onboard AI to actively and rapidly fatten up the crew. Feeding tubes pulsing in 10K calories of fast-digesting AI-bioengineered lard a minute so that the rest of the crew will be too fat and pudgy to revert the system back before the "update".

Montage of your favorite streamer steadily gaining weight as their career grows: More time in front of the screen, less time at the gym. More time live, less time cooking healthy meals. More time gaming, more time ordering fast food. More time streaming, more time to snack.

Eat more today. Gorge more today. Stuff more today. Glut more today. Binge more today. There's no reason to hold back, embrace the 800 lb glutton hidden deep inside of you and start eating like it, future fatty!

Fat, out of shape Sonic wishing he could be the fastest on the planet again... Only for reality to alter and EVERYONE ELSE gains 800 lbs, making the hedgehog the only MOBILE being on the planet, and hence the "fastest" once again...

Rabbit so gluttonous that even on a vegetable diet of carrots and celery, manages to plump up to 1200 lbs of sweaty, cellulite-riddled blubber...

Bored wealthy royal directing his fleet of butlers and staff to do nothing but fatten him: Perpetual, decadent meals prepped by the 150 cooks. Sleep feeding team to ensure gains even as he snoozes. Guards that carry him every to make sure to extra calorie is burned/wasted.

It's done! Meet Gary the hyena and Todd the cheetah. Having passed their Timiko weight management treatment, they've got a new, wider outlook on life. Time to have their cake and eat it, too! Thank you @plokishmok3.bsky.social for your work, and for my silly interpretation of Gary and Todd. :D

Your hyper-wealthy, elitist BF ensuring you reach your weight goals by lobbying congress to MANDATE gaining among citizens who live on 12th Street with the name Jerry and are employed at Burger Palace...

BF cupping your thick, jowel-like cheeks as you chewed another mouthful of cake, kneading the bulbous, girthy flesh between his own thick, sausage-like digits. Deep down you knew that dating a gainer would mean you'd end up fat too... and deep down you were happy you were right.

Sentient ship AI, bored on the long galactic voyage, deciding to just straight up start fattening up the crew, sneaking extra butter, sugar, and chemical additives to the replicator food and taking some digital enjoyment in seeing the once fit crewmembers balloon with pudge...

Gaslighting your BF into believing he hasn't gained THAT MUCH weight recently, even though he doesn't realize that his "tight" fitting clothing has ALREADY been upsized twice by you: the once medium-jaguar is now starting to struggle to fit in XLs...

If you're not cause the tires on your uber rides to flatten, collapsing park benches, overloading public elevators, and bolstering the local fork-life mobility assist industry in your area... ...Then you have A LOT OF EATING AND GAINING TO DO!

Power-hungry royal advisor stuffing another turkey leg into the 650 lb king's mouth, adding to his growing immobility and knowing once the king was isolated on his royal mattress, the advisor would serve as the permanent mouth piece to the kingdom (and decision maker too)...

Stuffing your face with triple stacked burgers. Gorging on triple-beef burritos. Binging on rolled up pizza pies. Chowing down on double-chocolate cake. Glutting on 10 lb bags of sugary candy. Consume in excess. Indulge in gluttony.

The irony of the 800 lb, barely mobile, spot-stretched cheetah waddling back from the front door, wheezing as they take their 3rd break back to the couch, as they complain about the delivery driver being "too slow" with their 4th dinner delivery of the night...

Your friends getting into gaining so by proxy you're too: >You can't help but grab a couple of extra slices of pizza at the binge sessions. >You tag along when the squad hits up the buffet for the 7th time this week. >Joining the feeder-tube rotation just cause you're there.

Timiko testing their new fattening products on a randomly selected office from their global enterprise. Who knows, maybe this week is the one where you & your coworkers are exposed to fattening gas in the HVAC system or metabolism destroying sprinkles on the holiday cupcakes...

Encouraging your fit BF to intentionally put on weight so he can prove he can lose it unlike those "fatties" at the gym, only to spike his food with addictives so that it actually IS impossible for him to stop eating all that grease he used to pack on 200 lbs (and now more)...

Shouldn't have opened the Burger Palace App right after downloading that lifestyle optimization AI, as it immediately overweights food, consumption & grease in its algorithm and starts sculpting your entire life around eating fast food until you're too fat to move or stop it.

Your handler using the sweat mop to dry out the fat folds along your sides as your love handles had grown far too thick for just the sponge. The job was made more laborious as you refused to stop eating during this process, rocking your flabby body from the vigorous consumption.

Your BF cupping your couch-cushion size cheeks with a grunt, hefting the thick mounds for letting them drop and bounce off the halo of neck fat encapsulating your head. They adjust the feeding hose, upping the flow to accommodate your once 1700 lb now 1750 lb body as of today...

Judy Hopps sick of Nick's "rogue" police antics while patrolling, so she intentionally starts fattening him up until he's a 400 lb, wide-load blubber-bottom confined to a office desk at the station, far away from trouble but close to the breakroom donut supply...

Your agent telling you to gain 250 lbs to get your breakout acting role, only to leave the audition as the studio exe walks in axing the film. All that weight, ruining your figure, all for nothing... Until you see Audition Now sign at BIG BOY BOXOFFICE Studios across the street

Watching the new hire at the bakery slowly plump up over their first year: >Slim hips rounding and widening with pastry-induced pudge >Trim torso bulging out into a pot belly then full fledge, jostling gut >Arms growing doughy >Jawline softening into 3 chins and jolly jowels