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Fibonacci Spiral - Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2019-11-10 00:34:16 +0000 UTCThings get heavy
Knowing that the day had packed 17 pounds onto his quite corpulent frame, and it was still a few hours to midnight, which meant at least a few more pounds, Garth went to bed that night with a wide smile on his chubby face. His total gain since “day zero” was now 51 pounds, which meant he was in for a significantly accelerated Fibonacci expansion.
The next day started like the previous two had, with a fatter Garth waddling down the stairs feeling wider than ever before. Then a vast gluttonous breakfast and even greater gormandization at lunch. That afternoon before dinner several pizzas arrived at the estate, someone had sent him a snack. “Likely your admirer from the buffet.” Makhah chuckled as Garth busily gobbled them down. For dinner, Garth had Makhah drive him around town to every drive through and ordered lavishly from each. He managed to consume nearly all of the previous order before getting to each subsequent restaurant. However, the pile of bags and wrappers in the back seat gave away the depth of his gluttony to anyone who was paying attention when they handed off Garth’s next sack of fattening snacks.
When the two of them returned to the estate after several hours of Garth packing himself as full as he possibly could it was to find several boxes of offerings from a couple of the fast food places that Garth had made a glutton of himself at. “Mmph, I’m really liking this side effect,” The fat man murmured between mouthfuls of the last quadruple bacon cheeseburger, tossing the wrapper aside and rummaging for more food as he and Makhah got out of the car. The rotund man let out a loud belch which dwindled down into the end of his statement, “…oouuuuurrrrooooo-ooof activating new feeders.”
A few moments later Garth had heaved his food packed belly and his colossal rear out of the car. The obese man waddled determinedly to the boxes and tearing one open, he let out a sigh of satisfaction as he lifted a triple bacon burger like it was the most precious thing in the world at that moment. “I wish it happened to everyone who saw me stuffing my face.” He puffed before taking a huge bite of the burger, once more wishing without realizing it and this time he didn’t even hear Makhah snap or notice the silvery mist that puffed over him.
After stuffing every last morsel from every box into his bloated content girth, Garth waddled up to his room with an additional 19 pounds of blubber on top of the 51 pounds from that day. Not to mention about 17 pounds of food in his belly waiting to add to his body.
***
After two days of utterly gorging himself around the clock, Garth rolled his 830 pounds of corpulence out of bed. He groaned softly as his rolls and folds cascaded forward and nearly pulled him to the floor before he managed to stabilize. His lower belly plopped against the bed frame, the dangling flab almost brushing the floor. The enormous lard ball heaved himself up into a standing position with little difficulty and waddled out of his room. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of his hips brushing both sides of the doorframe; soon it would be a struggle to get through these doors, as he lumbered into the hallway.
He had capped off the two previous days in the same way, with a massive and gluttonous fast food run. Each day dawned, and ended, the same way; with dozens of boxes and bags of tantalizing treats waiting for him on the doorstep. Today wasn’t any different; Makhah had brought all of the offerings in and arrayed them on the dining room table. Garth plodded ponderously into the room, his body swaying heavily from side to side as he waddled. His gait forced wide by his barrel thick thighs and slowed by his huge drooping girth resting just above his knees.
As much as he loved the increased attention and the increased calorie flow into his belly, Garth couldn’t help but feel a little guilty over the people buying food for him. When he not only was the heir to fabulous wealth but also had a djinn for a friend who was more than happy to supplement his diet with magically conjured treats. Therefore, Garth started to change his modus operandi, with his weight climbing much faster now it only made sense anyway.
He gorged his way through this day in much the same fashion as he had the previous ones. However, this time, while on his nightly fast food glut, he handed the drive-thru workers a card with a website and stream join code. “I’ll be doing mukbang; you know food eating videos and streams. If you wanna see me well fed sign on and just give me suggestions for what to eat. Don’t worry I can afford it.” Garth thumped his belly, which filled his lap and sagged between his thick thighs.
By the time he and Makhah returned to the estate, Garth was a little disappointed that there weren’t any more offerings waiting for him. However, that did mean that word had gotten around and he had a large fan base ready and waiting to watch him continue his marathon gorge.
“Makhah, I wish for a professional video streaming setup with lighting, audio, the works, and a wide bench and a table to stuff myself silly at.” Garth smiled, looking around the old parlor as it warped into a new studio for him to display his gluttony to the entire internet in.
Garth settled his wide rump onto the heavily reinforced bench and booted up the video feed. There were already a few dozen users in evidence. And already three polls. Right now the highest ranking foods were cheesecake, pork dumplings, and one particularly strange request for the fat man to guzzle down mashed potatoes and gravy with a funnel and tube.
“Greetings, y’all!” Garth leaned back with a sigh, his stomach was already full and prominent under his belly fat. He put his arms up and let his shirt ride up above his navel. “First show, I guess it’s time to give you guys what you came here. First up, I think I’ll take the funnel, Makhah. Not every day we see a request like that.
The genie grinned, back far enough where the viewers couldn’t see him he snapped his fingers and a huge pot of mashed potatoes and a funnel with a long tube attached appeared in his hands.
The chatroom erupted with posts like, “TWO CHUBS! TWO SUPER CHUBS!!” and “Feed the bigger one! Lame, he’s gotta have about a hundred pounds on the stuffer…”
Garth just laughed as Makhah got up on a foot stool so he would have room to pour the massive pot. The fat man lifted the funnel and the djinn began to pour.
***
Three days later, Garth barely moved any longer. He preferred, instead, to gorge on a near constant livestream. He had hundreds of viewers every hour, half of whom seemed determined to call him out for faking his rapid growth. At least at first. Garth smiled as the most recent one piped up in chat.
RandyChaser4U: There is no way…no fukn way! He says he weighs 1850 pounds? And you guys just believe that???
BlobLuvr90: That’s nothing; he’ll be MUCH fatter tomorrow.
RandyChaser4U: Yeah right, you guys are getting conned.
GarthG1rthEnthusiast: How are we being conned if he’s not asking us for anything? We just watch him eat!
Garth turned his attention away from the screens as he bit into a quadruple bacon cheeseburger. His heavy bib-like chin wobbling as he chewed the mouthful and swallowed languidly.
“Seeing is believing.” Garth said, heaving his heavy form up from the wide sofa where he had been sitting. His lower belly remained resolutely pooled on the floor in front of his feet. Garth grunted softly as he repositioned his legs and bent over to wrap his arms around the massive flabby cascade of his girth. He lifted his gut above his knees, completely enfolded in his thigh pudge with is huge fupa propped up by his upper thigh rolls.
The chat room was going mad as he bounced and jiggled his belly, with reactions ranging from, “Nooooo! Don’t burn the calories!” to “Yeah, show it off fatso!!” Garth swiveled his hips a little, making his flabby rolls wobble and ripple as he shuffled in a circle to give his viewers a look at his backside.
His wide and round rump could fill an entire family proportioned couch, and probably overflow the arm rests a little. His moobs were the size of watermelons. “Oh, I promise, I won’t be getting any smaller guys.” Garth’s smile widened as he completed his rotation, “What should I stuff my face with next?”
The chatroom was once more a flurry of activity, but one suggestion outweighed the others, “CHUG CHUG CHUG!!!”
Garth motioned for Makhah to bring the tube as he let his wobbling bulk drop back onto his sofa. His corpulent form rippled and sloshed from the sudden impact, and the couch creaked loudly despite its weight rating of 2500 pounds. Makhah waddled forward, looking positively svelte now that Garth outweighed him by nearly double.
The obese djinn leaned into Garth’s pudgy side rolls, his large belly pressing into thick lovehandles bigger than tractor tires. “You’re feeling tiny there, Makhah. Or maybe it’s just that I’m so fat now.” Garth moaned softly as he leaned to the side so Makhah could put the tube in his mouth more easily.
The genie snapped his fingers and machinery behind the sofa rumbled to life and a thick almost paste-like slurry of fattening shake began to pump through the clear rubber tubing. Garth, rippling with eagerness, began to suck the dense fluid into his mouth as quickly as he could. The obese man’s pudgy hands pressed firmly into the sides of his belly; seeking the deeply buried stomach.
The chatroom was going wild; even RandyChaser4U had forgotten his complaints and accusations and switched to requests for Makhah to increase the pressure on the pump. Which the genie was more than happy to oblige. The rumbling grew louder and the rubber tubing bulged minutely. Garth groaned and wiggled, clearly thrilled by this.
The massive glutton was lost to his desires to gorge and grow fatter. Warmth spread over his body, in the last few days he had been able to feel himself becoming more and more obese by the minute. He shivered, his body rippling, and with today promising to pack on 815 pounds unaided by his own gluttony that feeling was very intense. Over 33 pounds were crowding into his corpulent form every hour, in addition to whatever he managed to gulp down by eating. He’d lost track of the time of day, but knew that he was already over 1900 pounds and well on his way to a full ton
He had reached blob status, and couldn’t be more thrilled. Garth plunged his fists into the sides of his belly; gripping, kneading, shaking, and massaging his bloated expanding form. He could not wait for his constant awareness of accelerating growth to overwhelm him, and he knew that this couldn’t be more than a day or two away..
Garth’s stomach gurgled loudly causing his admirers to cry out for more pressure clearly concerned about their favorite lard ball going hungry; he had no complaints whatsoever. He nodded to Makhah and the djinn switched the pump to maximum flow. It wasn’t long before the swelling of his overinflated stomach was noticeable underneath the depths of his belly fat.
