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I felt my body cascading over the bed, my breath quickens, both from the weight pushing down on my chest and the ultimatum my feeder just gave me. Sign away all of my belongings and assets to them or they'll stop feeding me. Trapped within the ever-expanding blob of fat, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. From my complete lack of independence and from my raging stomach begging me to sign. My body had become an unrecognizable mass, a prison of my own making. With trembling hands that were almost engulfed by layers of flesh, I struggled to sign away my worldly possessions to my feeder. I had asked for this, begged for it. "Make me bigger", "Feed me more", "Ruin me". They did everything I asked and I loved it. But now, I was paying for my lust. I used my last ounce of dexterity to grasp the pen. An everyday task for someone with a normal life but for someone like me, an unrecognizable blob, it was a herculean task. The pen felt heavy, not just in a physical sense but also in

What's in this: A woman has been made impossibly fat to represent the wealth of a powerful Sultan in an Arabic inspired Cyber Punk city, and is sent to a feast of the city's elite to represent him. What do the wealthy do for status? They show off just how wealthy they are. I am the means by which that wealth is shown. “Today is the day of the feast, Malika. Are you ready?” Ms. Vani asks me. I pull the nectar tube from my mouth, the sweet, dripping liquid trails down my expansive chest as I do so. I nod. I imagine the way I nod doesn’t look the way nodding should. I feel the tube of soft brown flesh around my neck bunch up and bulge when my chin presses into it. She returns the gesture. “The guards will be in shortly.” I place the nectar tube back in my mouth as my handmaid leaves. The nectar is thick, but so sickly sweet that it makes me ignore the painful fullness of my belly just to cram more in before my guards can arrive. Guards is a very funny word for what they are- no

What's in this: A very very fat woman lets herself be a Halloween decoration to scare kids with what too much candy does to a person. I love Halloween. There are lots of reasons, but one of my favorites is unwrapping candy. The delicate dance of fingertips tracing to find the seam, spiraling the tight wound plastic around or tearing at serrated edges. Despite how round and fat they are, my fingers are expertly swift and delicate at the art of unwrapping. That would explain why while I am set up the way I am, there are constantly dozens of tiny wrappers piling around me. Carol doesn’t clean them up. THey add to the experience. Carol loves Halloween, too. She likes it for the normal reasons- scary things, over the top theatrics, decorating her home, and dressing like a skank. All tons of fun for her- especially how she gets to show off her favorite prop: me. “Go ahead, take a handful- or even two. I love making sure people get their fill.” That’s the sort of thing she says to a kid