YOU CAN ALWAYS GET FATTER YOU CAN ALWAYS GET HEAVIER YOU CAN ALWAYS GET FLABBIER YOU CAN ALWAYS GET SOFTER YOU CAN ALWAYS GET BIGGER YOU CAN ALWAYS GET MEATIER

That first morning that you felt the excess weight of your pillow-sized moobs on your lungs and the crushing mass of your boulder gut as you tried to sit up, only to feel your bloated arms & legs struggle against their own flabby exteriors: You were officially immobile.

Sitting next to your 6'8", 700 lb BF, his smacking lips prompting to a shower of crumbs and saliva to rain down on your as he gorges on an entire sheet pan of brownies... one that you had made for him cause you loved watching his monstrous appetite, and body, continue to grow...

Thin, scrawny twink BFs that get the fast food indulgence itch and while you could say their growing addiction to doubled battered fries and triple stacked burgers was getting out of hand, you loved seeing their frame fill out with curves, growing wide, soft, & doughy...

Gaining isn't JUST about getting heavier, it's about TAKING UP MORE SPACE. Become wide & force others to make wide births around your triple wide hips on the sidewalk, become bulbous such that your rump stretches across 2 diner stools, 3 plane seats & an entire bench width...

Sometimes to get your lanky, health-nut BF off your back about your widening waistline is to forcibly addict them to grease and lard through high-octane subliminal messages in their workout music, such that THEY start packing on pounds faster than you...

Burger Palace lobbying the government to delist "food addiction" as a real thing... ...10 years later, it is commonly accepted that the "joy" derived from gorging on 3 triple-cheeseburgers is the as natural and "healthy" as the endorphin rush after a run...

Bringing your 600 lb BF a 2nd plate of brownies, sliding them next to his gaming station as he belches & keeps tapping his plump paws on the keyboard. Sure, a year ago he was a D1 college runner, a speed specialist, but unlocking someone's true gluttonous self was YOUR specialty...

A company who is intentionally trying to fatten up their employees, systematically upsizing the office workers' chairs so that they don't notice that their widening, 3XXL rumps are filling out industrial size chairs...

Whether you partake in the holiday or not, your goal today should be to EAT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN, DON'T HOLD BACK JUST EAT JUST CONSUME JUST GORGE TO SNACK JUST BINGE JUST STUFF JUST GLUT JUST KEEP EATING...

Nervous wolf fattening up his coyote BF so his meatier limbs, wider hips, thicker torso, and bloated muzzle make him look more like a wolf himself in preparation to meet the family, only to realize they're totally and completely accepting. Oops, guess his BF is a chubbo now...

The nice thing about a Type A BF is that they're really organized and on top of things. The bad thing is if they're a feeder they'll stop at nothing until you're a 750 lb wobbling ball of cellulite-riddled, useless blubber... ...actually no, that's still a good thing...

Reality altering your abs into a potbelly Reality altering your pecs into flabby moobs Reality altering your glutes into triple wide hips Reality altering your quads into thunder thighs Reality altering your jawline into 3x-chinned doughiness

You're meant to be fat You're meant to be bulbous You're meant to be heavy You're meant to be sweaty You're meant to be gargantuan You're meant to be jiggly You're meant to be pillowy mound of cellulite-riddled blubber, so keep eating until you achieve self-actualization...

Feeling the weighty sway of your triple-wide hips, the heavy slap of your apron-gut on your thighs, the bounce of your pillowy moobs against your belly, the wobble of your love handles, & the jostle of your thick, chipmunk cheeks as you waddle to the kitchen for another snack...

Not reading the clause in your contract at the bakery stating that you are REQUIRED to pack on 200 lbs to have exude the "jolly" aesthetic they require. And if you don't, they'll take on that "job training" themselves, forcing you to eat cake batter until you're "in compliance".

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...