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BEN'S IMPOSSIBLE FATNESS

Male Feedee and Female Feeder

-Part 1-

Ben was just 19, a gaunt figure in a world that seemed to care little for him. With nothing but the tattered clothes on his back and a weathered backpack, he wandered the streets, avoiding the hustle and bustle of city life, blending into the background like a forgotten shadow. His stomach growled endlessly, but food was scarce. He learned to survive by finding scraps and sneaking into alleyways for comfort.

One evening, while wandering near the outskirts of the city, he happened upon an imposing mansion. It stood tall and grand, surrounded by a high, iron fence and lush gardens. The gates were slightly ajar, and curiosity nudged Ben forward. He slipped through the opening, his footfalls light on the soft grass, unaware that this simple trespass would change his life forever.

Inside, the estate was magnificent. Expensive marble floors, towering windows, and walls adorned with art. Ben, lost in awe, wandered through the back garden, when a soft, controlled voice called out to him.

“Who are you?”

Startled, Ben turned to see a woman standing on the balcony above. She was in her early thirties, her presence commanding but graceful. She wore an elegant silk dress that swayed gently with the breeze, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. The way she looked at him—calm and calculating—sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Ben stammered, backing away, realizing his mistake.

The woman raised a hand, signaling him to stop. “No need to apologize. What’s your name?”

“Ben,” he muttered, his eyes cast downward.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a thoughtful smile. “Ben, how interesting. You look… hungry.”

He felt a pang of embarrassment but nodded, not daring to speak. The woman studied him for a moment longer, then gestured toward the grand doors behind her.

“You’re welcome to come inside,” she said with an air of finality. “There’s plenty to eat, and I think you’ll enjoy what’s in store for you.”

Ben hesitated, but the allure of food was too much. He followed her inside, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and unease.

The woman introduced herself as Alexandra, the owner of the mansion, and it quickly became clear that she was not a typical lady of wealth. There was a peculiar glint in her eye, a certain amusement in the way she spoke, and a sharpness to her that intrigued Ben despite his wariness. Her two maids, Ann and Mai, were equally strange in their own right—quiet but ever-present, attending to Ben with gentle insistence.

Over the next few weeks, Ben’s life began to shift. Alexandra, with her charming ways, provided him with more food than he’d ever seen in his life. Large plates of pasta, juicy steaks, decadent cakes, and endless pastries appeared before him at every meal. The maids, Ann and Mai, were always there to help him, urging him to eat more, to indulge in the richness that was now his daily existence. The food was delicious, but it wasn’t just the taste that kept him coming back—it was the way Alexandra looked at him as he ate.

She would watch him with intense eyes, smiling at the changes happening to his body, her words always positive, encouraging. “Look at you, Ben. You’re growing so wonderfully. You’re going to be bigger than I ever imagined.”

Ben couldn’t deny that her words made him feel… something. Something strange, perhaps twisted, but undeniably real. At first, he ate simply to please her, to keep the meals coming, but as the weeks went by, he began to indulge for himself. His stomach stretched, his clothes grew tight, and his limbs grew soft. He was becoming unrecognizable, but the pleasure he found in eating more, in letting himself grow, was overpowering.

Alexandra, watching with delight, would often comment, “I’m so proud of you, Ben. You’re shaping up to be exactly what I’ve hoped for.” Her voice was always kind, always encouraging, but there was something else in her gaze—a spark of dark amusement.

Ann and Mai were always by his side, tending to his needs, filling his plate even when he thought he couldn’t eat another bite. They never stopped urging him to keep going. Each meal was a challenge, and Ben, as much as he felt his body protesting, couldn’t bring himself to stop. There was a sick pleasure in it, a strange power in watching himself grow, and Alexandra seemed to feed off that same energy.

As the days passed, Ben’s transformation became more noticeable. He could barely recognize himself in the mirror anymore. His once-thin frame had bloated into something almost unrecognizable, his face round and soft, his clothes stretched and strained. But as he gazed back at Alexandra, she looked at him with the same unwavering fascination.

“You look absolutely perfect,” she’d say with an almost eerie smile. “I knew you had it in you, Ben.”

Despite the growing discomfort, despite the aching in his joints and the tightness in his skin, Ben found himself unable to leave. The mansion, with its food, its strange comforts, and Alexandra’s watchful presence, became his new reality. The boundaries between desire and discomfort blurred. His body became a tool of entertainment, and he could not turn away from the strange pleasure it gave him, nor the twisted joy he saw in Alexandra’s eyes as he continued to grow.

And so, Ben stayed, eating and growing, trapped in a cycle of indulgence and fascination, all for the entertainment of a woman who took delight in watching him change, in watching him disappear into a version of himself that he could neither control nor escape.

-Part 2-

As the weeks turned into months, Ben’s transformation only deepened, his once lean body now a distant memory. The food was relentless. Alexandra, with her perfect poise, watched with growing delight as he grew, her eyes never straying from the sight of his expanding waistline, his softer limbs. He could feel himself getting heavier, the pressure on his joints becoming more pronounced, but there was something addictive about the process, something intoxicating about the food and Alexandra’s praise.

The mansion had become his world. He spent his days lounging on plush cushions, watched over by Ann and Mai, who seemed to delight in making sure he ate far beyond what should have been humanly possible. The meals never stopped. Breakfast was an enormous spread, lunch followed with decadent pastas and meats, and dinner was a lavish affair with sweets and rich dishes. Ben could no longer imagine a life without it, the comfort of endless indulgence washing away the remnants of the life he had once known.

Alexandra’s voice was a constant presence, her words never losing their sweetness, always encouraging. "You're getting so much bigger, Ben," she’d say, her eyes never leaving him. "I think you've gained even more since yesterday. You’re becoming exactly what I imagined."

Ben could hardly argue. His body was swollen, stretched to its limits. His stomach protruded outwards, his thighs thickened to the point where they rubbed together with each step, and his arms had grown soft and doughy. His face had rounded out, his cheeks soft and plump, and his neck had thickened, making his once sharp jawline a distant memory.

At first, there was discomfort. Ben could hardly breathe after each meal, his body groaning under the weight of the food he consumed. But the discomfort faded as his body adapted. He started to crave it. He found himself eagerly waiting for the next meal, the next chance to sink into his new reality. Alexandra’s praise, her constant remarks on his progress, were the driving force behind his indulgence.

“You’re so perfect for me, Ben,” Alexandra would coo as she watched him devour plate after plate, her voice filled with excitement. “I can’t wait to see you even bigger. You’re making me so proud.”

Ann and Mai would always be nearby, urging him on, refilling his plate before he could even finish the first course. "Come on, Ben. You can do it," Ann would whisper, a knowing look in her eyes. "You’re so close. Just a little more. You deserve it."

Ben didn’t know what he deserved anymore. All he knew was the sensation of fullness, the satisfaction of watching his body swell, the thrill of growing larger for the woman who had become both his captor and his sole source of joy. There was something profoundly satisfying in the way his body obeyed, how each bite of food made him bigger, softer, and more like what Alexandra wanted. His once-scrawny arms and legs were now thick, heavy, and sluggish, and the clothes that had once hung loosely on him now barely fit, stretching to their limits.

One evening, as he sat in a plush chair, his belly stretched out like a great balloon, Alexandra approached him with a glass of something rich and golden. "Here, Ben," she said with a smile, handing him the glass. "A little treat for you. I’ve been thinking you deserve something special."

Ben took the glass, the liquid sweet and heavy, a mixture of cream and liqueur that tasted like decadence itself. He drank deeply, savoring the rich sweetness, feeling the weight of it settle in his bloated stomach.

“You’re getting so big, Ben,” Alexandra said, her voice full of satisfaction. “I think you’ll be the biggest I’ve ever had. Don’t stop now, though. I want to see you even bigger. You’re doing so well.”

Ben looked at her, his thoughts hazy from the fullness and the rich food. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but there was no way out. All he could do was surrender, to the food, to Alexandra’s expectations, to the life that had become his new prison.

The following weeks saw Ben’s weight skyrocket. He was no longer able to leave the mansion, his mobility increasingly restricted by his swollen frame. Simple tasks, like walking to the bathroom or getting up from a chair, became monumental efforts. His body had become so heavy, his stomach so large, that even sitting for long periods became uncomfortable.

Yet through it all, Alexandra remained constant. She would stand before him, inspecting his growing form with admiration, her voice filled with pride. "You’re magnificent, Ben. Look at you now. I’ve never seen anyone grow this fast. You’re my perfect creation.”

Ben would smile weakly, his eyes glazed with the constant state of indulgence that had become his life. He couldn’t remember when he had stopped resisting, when he had stopped caring about the outside world. All that mattered now was pleasing Alexandra, growing for her, becoming the object of her twisted fascination.

The maids, Ann and Mai, continued their silent work, feeding him endlessly, making sure he ate more and more each day. Ben was no longer a person in the traditional sense—he had become something else, a mere vessel for his own consumption, a creature whose only purpose was to grow larger, to fill his stomach and stretch his body beyond any reasonable measure.

And Alexandra, her smile always warm and delighted, would watch it all with rapt attention. "You’re getting so huge, Ben," she’d say, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Soon, I won’t be able to recognize you at all. And that will be the best part."

In this strange world of endless consumption and twisted admiration, Ben knew only one truth: he was becoming the man Alexandra wanted, and in the process, he had forgotten who he had once been.

-Part 3-

Ben’s body, once thin and angular, was now a mass of folds, rolls, and soft curves. Each day, he could feel his body expanding with each meal, every bite stretching his stomach a little further, making him larger and larger. The sensation was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. The ever-present weight of his bloated form kept him grounded, and it wasn’t long before his entire existence became consumed by the process of eating and growing.

Alexandra was more than pleased with his progress. She seemed to revel in it, her eyes lighting up with every new change she noticed. “Look at you, Ben,” she’d coo. “Another roll here, another fold there. You’re becoming a masterpiece, my masterpiece.”

The maids, Ann and Mai, continued their unwavering assistance, encouraging him to eat beyond the point of discomfort. Each meal became a challenge, one that Ben found harder to resist despite the heaviness in his limbs, the stretching of his skin, and the relentless pressure in his stomach. He’d sink into the soft cushions of the mansion’s plush chairs, his body barely fitting into the space. His thighs were thick, soft, and they pressed against the sides of the chair, his belly overflowing, sagging and folding over the waistband of his pants.

Ben’s meals became bigger, grander, and more indulgent with each passing day. Alexandra had taken to creating special feasts just for him, elaborate spreads filled with everything he’d never had before: towering stacks of pancakes dripping with syrup, rich lasagnas, and piles of golden fried chicken. But there were always more desserts—massive chocolate cakes, rich pastries, ice cream sundaes topped with whipped cream and cherries. The sight of it all, piled high before him, was intoxicating.

"You can eat it all, Ben," Alexandra would say, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I want to see how much you can take. Keep going. It’s incredible to watch you grow."

Ann and Mai, ever loyal, would serve him, replenishing his plate before he’d even had a chance to finish. "You’re doing so well, Ben," Ann would whisper as she cut another piece of cake and gently placed it in front of him. "We’re so proud of you."

Ben would look at the mountains of food before him, unable to resist. His hands, once nimble and lean, were now thick and slow, but he could still hold a fork, still feed himself. The food went in, bite after bite, mouthful after mouthful. His stomach groaned under the pressure, the flesh stretching in ways it had never known before, but there was something thrilling about it. He could feel his belly pushing outward with every bite, his body ballooning with each passing meal.

Alexandra’s voice was always there, guiding him, coaxing him forward. "That’s it, Ben. Another bite. You’re looking even bigger now. I can see the changes already. You’re getting so much more… substantial."

Ben’s once-flat belly had become a soft, round sphere that bulged outward, draping over his waistband. His clothes, which had been too loose just months ago, now stretched tight over his expanding form. The waistband of his pants would often cut into his soft, swollen stomach, creating deep indentations in the flesh. His shirt, too, would stretch, the fabric strained and pulling at the seams as his body grew larger and larger.

"Look at those rolls," Alexandra would say with a tone of adoration, her eyes following the soft folds of Ben’s expanding midsection. "You’re absolutely perfect. I love seeing you grow. Another few meals, and you’ll be even bigger. Just imagine how much more I’ll be able to watch you eat. It’s going to be incredible."

The idea of growing more for her, for Alexandra, became a constant thought in Ben’s mind. It was all he knew now. His body was no longer his own; it had become a canvas for her enjoyment, a source of her satisfaction. He could feel his skin stretching tighter, his body sagging with the weight of the food, the indulgence.

Every meal felt like another milestone, another step toward becoming the person she desired, the person she adored watching. The folds on his belly grew deeper, each one creating another layer of softness, his thighs thickened further, and his arms grew softer with each bite. His once-prominent collarbones had disappeared, swallowed by the fat that now made up most of his frame. He was unrecognizable to himself, and yet, each new change brought a strange thrill.

The more he ate, the more he expanded, and Ben couldn’t help but notice the slight ache in his joints, the way his knees would creak under the added weight. But even this discomfort didn’t stop him. The thought of disappointing Alexandra, of not growing for her, filled him with a sense of dread. She was the only constant in his life, the only one who offered him both the food and the praise he craved.

One evening, after another large meal, Ben sat slumped in a plush armchair, unable to move. His stomach was a massive dome, pushing outward so far that he could barely look down at his lap without feeling a wave of exhaustion and discomfort. His clothes were strained, the buttons on his shirt pulling against his bloated form, threatening to pop.

Alexandra stood in front of him, a smile of approval on her face as she observed his swollen state. “You’ve outdone yourself today, Ben. Another roll, another fold. You’re simply magnificent. I think you’re the biggest you’ve ever been.”

Ben could barely nod. His face flushed with embarrassment and satisfaction, his stomach heaving as it expanded further. “I… I can’t eat anymore,” he muttered weakly, feeling the weight of his overstuffed belly.

“Oh, but you can,” Alexandra insisted, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ve done so well, Ben. Just a little more. One more bite for me.”

Her words were a command, and somehow, Ben found himself taking that last bite, despite the overwhelming fullness that threatened to choke him. As he swallowed, he could feel his body responding, his stomach stretching further, the sensation of being impossibly full, of growing beyond his limits.

“You’re becoming perfect,” Alexandra whispered, as if speaking to herself. “I can’t wait to see how big you’ll get next.”

Ben’s mind was foggy, his body sluggish and heavy, but one thought pierced through the haze: he had become what she wanted, and for the first time, that thought gave him a sense of purpose. He was growing for her, for her enjoyment, and there was nothing else left for him but the constant cycle of eating, expanding, and pleasing Alexandra.

As the days blurred together in a haze of indulgence and expansion, Ben's body continued to grow, each meal leaving him fatter, fuller, and more distant from the person he had once been. He was no longer Ben, the hungry, lonely street kid. He was a creation of Alexandra's making, molded into the shape she desired, growing larger with each meal, with each roll and fold, until there was no turning back.

-Part 4-

As the weeks wore on, Ben’s transformation was becoming undeniable. Every day, the weight of his body seemed to double, and his once-fragile frame had now become a bloated, unrecognizable version of itself. His stomach swelled outward, pressing against his clothes, which had become progressively tighter and tighter, as if his body were outgrowing even fabric itself.

Alexandra, of course, was absolutely thrilled with his progress. She stood in front of him, admiring the changes in his body as though he were a work of art. Her smile was as radiant as ever, always encouraging, always pushing him to eat more, to grow even faster. Ben could see the pride in her eyes, the sense of achievement she felt watching him expand.

“You’re looking absolutely perfect today, Ben,” she would murmur, her voice dripping with affection. “I can already see the changes. Another inch on your belly. Those thighs—so thick, so soft now. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Ben’s own feelings were conflicted, but he couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction he found in Alexandra’s approval. The more he ate, the more she praised him, and the more he longed to satisfy her in any way he could. He wanted to please her. He wanted to see that glimmer of delight in her eyes when she saw him get even bigger. The idea of growing faster, of becoming even more of what she desired, was intoxicating.

But it was no longer just about the food. Ben could feel the limitations of his body pressing against him, his clothes feeling impossibly tight as the days passed. His once-loose shirt now strained at the seams, the fabric stretched thin over his bulging stomach. His pants, which once hung loosely on him, were now so tight that they dug painfully into his expanding waist. He could no longer bend down to tie his shoes without struggling to breathe, and getting up from a chair required more effort than he had ever imagined.

One evening, after another lavish feast of endless plates piled high with food, Ben sat back in his chair, his stomach painfully full and stretched to its limits. The waistband of his pants dug into his soft belly, creating deep indentations in the flesh, and the buttons of his shirt were so tight that they looked ready to pop off.

Alexandra watched him closely, her eyes tracking the way his body strained against the fabric. “I think it’s time for a new wardrobe, don’t you think, Ben?” she said, her voice teasing but also approving. “Your clothes can hardly contain you anymore. You’re growing so quickly, it’s almost like you’re made to get bigger and bigger.”

Ben nodded weakly, his hands resting on his enormous belly, feeling the pressure of the food inside him. “I—I want to grow more for you,” he said softly, his voice heavy with the weight of his own desire to please her. “I want to get bigger. Faster.”

Alexandra’s smile deepened, her gaze full of satisfaction. “You’ll get even bigger, Ben. Don’t worry. I’ll help you. We’ll get you there faster. I want to see how much you can handle. How much you can eat. You’re doing so well.”

The thought of growing faster for her, of satisfying her even more, burned in Ben’s mind. He could already feel his skin stretching, the discomfort in his bloated stomach a constant presence, but now, it was no longer a deterrent. It was a challenge. He wanted to grow faster, to feel the tightness in his clothes reach the breaking point. He wanted to surpass the limits of his own body to see the look on Alexandra’s face when she saw him become even larger than before.

And so, the next few days became a blur of indulgence. Alexandra and the maids, Ann and Mai, pushed him to eat more, to consume faster. The plates of food were endless, and Ben could no longer keep track of how many times he ate each day. Each meal felt like it stretched the boundaries of what his body could endure, but he kept going. The food was rich, decadent, and impossible to resist. Every bite pushed him further into his transformation, and every bite brought Alexandra closer to the pleasure she so clearly craved.

One evening, after a particularly massive dinner, Ben sat back in his chair, his stomach gurgling painfully under the weight of what he had just consumed. His clothes were visibly struggling to contain him. His shirt was now stretched so thin that it barely held together, and the waistband of his pants had burst open, unable to contain the sheer volume of his stomach.

Alexandra was beside him in an instant, her eyes filled with something close to adoration. “Ben,” she said, her voice low and full of satisfaction, “look at you. You’ve outgrown your clothes. They can’t even keep up with you anymore. You’re becoming exactly what I imagined—so large, so perfect.”

Ben could barely move, the weight of his body pressing him into the chair. His hands rested on his enormous belly, feeling the soft rolls that had formed around his waist and chest. He felt the folds of fat under his chin, his neck now almost completely hidden by the mass of flesh. His body was so heavy, so cumbersome, and yet, there was a strange sense of pride in it. He had become what Alexandra wanted, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face was worth the discomfort.

“I’ll need to get you new clothes, Ben,” Alexandra continued, her fingers gently brushing over the folds of his stomach. “We can’t let you outgrow your wardrobe too quickly. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure to keep you fed—keep you growing. I want to see you even bigger. You’re becoming something amazing.”

Ben looked up at her, his breathing labored but his mind focused only on one thing: satisfying her. "I want to grow for you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I’ll do whatever it takes. I want to make you happy."

“You already have, Ben,” Alexandra said, her smile both approving and almost possessive. “Now, let’s see how much more you can grow. You’re going to be even bigger, I promise.”

And with that promise, Ben’s world became even more focused on the endless cycle of eating, growing, and pleasing the woman who had molded him into something he never could have imagined. His clothes, now fully abandoned in favor of looser attire that barely fit, were a constant reminder of the weight of his transformation, of how much bigger he had become—and how much more he could still grow.

With each meal, Ben felt his body getting heavier, his skin stretching further, and with every bite, he felt himself slipping deeper into the life he now led. The person he had once been was fading fast, and in its place was a new version of himself—a version that Alexandra adored, that Alexandra wanted to see grow even larger.

And so he ate.

-Part 5-

As time passed, Ben’s transformation seemed unstoppable. He had become an entirely different person. His face, once sharp and angular, was now round, soft, and full of layers of fat. His arms had grown thick and sluggish, no longer able to move with the speed and ease they once had. His belly, a vast, stretched mound, now hung heavily over his waist, with folds and rolls that moved with each sluggish breath. Even the simplest of tasks had become difficult: walking, standing, even sitting up. He could no longer fit into any of the clothes he had once worn, the fabric of his shirts and pants no longer able to stretch to accommodate the immensity of his body.

Alexandra, however, was overjoyed. She could barely contain her excitement as she watched Ben's body swell with each passing day. She would inspect his form every morning, watching with an almost clinical precision as his waistline expanded, his limbs softened, and his stomach grew more and more pronounced. It was as though she had created a living work of art, each meal, each indulgence, another brushstroke.

“You’re getting so much bigger, Ben,” Alexandra would say, her voice thick with praise. “You’re becoming exactly what I want. I’m so proud of you. Keep going, just a little more. I want to see you even bigger.”

Ben, though sluggish and heavy, felt an overwhelming need to please her. His whole existence had become wrapped up in her approval. She had given him everything: food, comfort, and a purpose. And now, that purpose was clear: to become even larger, even fatter, to exceed even his own limits. The more he grew, the more she praised him, and the more she praised him, the more he ate. It was a cycle that only pushed him deeper into indulgence, further away from any sense of his previous self.

The maids, Ann and Mai, had long since stopped seeing him as a person in the traditional sense. They saw him as a project, a task to nurture and build. They no longer just served his meals; they coaxed him into eating more than he ever thought he could. His days were filled with endless feasts—mountains of food piled high before him, all designed to push him closer to his breaking point.

“Eat, Ben,” Ann would say, her voice gentle but insistent as she placed a fresh platter before him. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. We want to see you grow even more.”

Mai would always add a little encouragement, her voice soft but full of excitement. “You can do it, Ben. You’re going to be so big. Just keep eating. Just a little bit more. You’re perfect already.”

Ben would nod, too full to speak, his body already stretched tight and aching with the weight of the food he had already consumed. But he kept going. Each meal felt like a victory, a step toward becoming more of what Alexandra wanted him to be. He had stopped questioning why, stopped thinking about the consequences. There was only the next bite, the next plate, the next moment of satisfaction for Alexandra, and for himself.

“I can feel you getting bigger already,” Alexandra would murmur, her voice full of pride as she watched him struggle to finish yet another plate of food. “I can see it in your face. You’re becoming absolutely perfect, Ben. Don’t stop now. I want you to get even bigger. Don’t hold back.”

Ben could barely comprehend how much he was eating anymore. It was just a blur of taste and fullness. There were days when he felt his stomach had reached its limit, when he was so full he could hardly breathe, yet Alexandra would insist. She would watch him with a hungry gleam in her eyes, encouraging him to continue, telling him how proud she was.

“Just one more bite, Ben. You can do it,” she’d say, her tone so sweet, so convincing. “I want to see you bigger. I want to see how far you can go. You’ve been doing so well, Ben, don’t stop now.”

Ben, overwhelmed by her words, would push through the discomfort. The pain of fullness, the ache of his joints, the strain on his body—none of it mattered when he could hear her praise. He no longer recognized himself. His identity had become one with the food, with Alexandra’s vision for him. Each passing day, he could feel himself growing beyond the point he had once imagined. His clothes were long gone, replaced with stretchy pants and oversized shirts, barely enough to cover his swollen body.

His movements were slow and heavy. Standing up was an exhausting task; walking was nearly impossible without feeling like his body was going to collapse under its own weight. His belly hung over his waistband, a constant reminder of how much he had consumed and how much further he could still grow. His thighs were thick, rubbing together with every step, and his arms felt sluggish, heavy, and soft. The folds on his neck were more pronounced, and even his fingers were thick and swollen.

And yet, Alexandra never stopped praising him. “You’re incredible, Ben. I’ve never seen anyone grow so fast, so beautifully. Keep going, though. You’re not there yet. You can be even bigger.”

There was something almost cruel in her insistence. Ben’s body had become a canvas, each new roll, each new fold of fat a testament to how far he had come. The fact that it was pushing him to the brink of his limits only seemed to drive her more. She wanted to see how much more he could handle, how much bigger he could get, and the thought of his discomfort only seemed to excite her further.

“Imagine, Ben,” she would whisper, her voice full of anticipation, “how big you’ll be next week, next month. Keep eating. Don’t stop. You’re going to make me so proud.”

Ben could feel the pressure building. His skin was stretched thin, his body was heavy and aching, but the thought of disappointing her was worse than the discomfort. He wanted to be perfect for her, to become the creation she dreamed of. And so, despite the pain, despite his exhaustion, he ate. Meal after meal, bite after bite. The more he ate, the more Alexandra praised him. And the more she praised him, the more he wanted to grow.

His life had become a loop of indulgence and satisfaction, a loop that was pushing him further into unhealthy territory, further from the person he once was. But it didn’t matter. There was only the food, the fullness, and the joy of making Alexandra happy. And with every passing day, he grew larger, fatter, and more dependent on her approval.

“I’ll keep feeding you, Ben,” Alexandra would say with a smile, her hand resting on his swollen belly. “You’re going to be even bigger. You’re going to be my perfect, massive creation.”

Ben could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the next bite, the next moment of pleasure, the next time Alexandra told him how perfect he was. He had become exactly what she wanted—bigger, fatter, and ever more dependent on the cycle she had set in motion.

And as he continued to grow, his mind a haze of food and praise, one thing was certain: he would never stop, as long as it pleased her.

-Part 6-

As the days turned into weeks, Ben’s transformation had reached a point where his body was no longer his own. His health was deteriorating with each passing meal, and yet, he found himself unable to stop. Every inch of his body was a painful reminder of how far he had gone, but the thought of disappointing Alexandra, of failing to meet her expectations, pushed him forward, deeper into his growing obsession with food and growth.

Ben’s joints ached as the weight of his bloated body pressed down on them. His knees creaked with every step, and his back was constantly sore from the burden of his swollen belly. His breath came in labored gasps, his chest feeling tight and constricted, as though it was struggling to keep up with the demands of his now massive frame. He could no longer walk without feeling winded, his heavy body exhausting him with each movement. The simple act of standing up was a monumental effort, and sitting down had become a painful ordeal. His belly, once flat and toned, was now a vast, sagging mound that hung low over his thighs. The soft folds of fat on his stomach jiggled with every step, and even his face had grown so round that his features were barely recognizable.

But despite all the physical discomfort, the pressure in his chest, the aching joints, and the difficulty in breathing, Ben couldn’t stop. Alexandra’s sweet words, her smiles, her soft touches—these were the things that kept him going. Her approval, her praise, had become his sole focus. Each meal, each bite, was another step toward earning her affection. And her words were so kind, so encouraging. She never told him to stop. She never once told him he had eaten enough. Instead, she spoke to him with such care, as though every bite he took was an act of devotion.

“Look at you, Ben,” she’d say softly, running her fingers through the folds of his stomach. “You’re looking so big now. So perfect. I can see how hard you’re working for me. Don’t worry, just keep eating. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Ben’s stomach groaned with discomfort as the pressure from his meals built up. Each plate he was given felt like it would burst him open. Yet, he swallowed it down, each bite growing harder, his stomach stretched to its absolute limit. But he never questioned it. His body had become a vessel of indulgence, and he had lost the willpower to stop. Alexandra’s presence was his constant reminder of why he kept going. Her praise echoed in his mind.

“You’re doing so well, Ben,” Alexandra would coo, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I’m so proud of you. Look at how big you’re getting. I love seeing you eat. You make me so happy.”

She would smile down at him, her eyes full of admiration as he sat, bloated and struggling, unable to move. He couldn’t feel his body anymore, not in the way he used to. Everything was clouded by the sensation of fullness, by the never-ending hunger for more food and more of her approval.

But as his health continued to decline, there were signs that Ben was beginning to fade. His once youthful complexion was now pale, his skin loose and stretched taut over his bloated body. He was lethargic all the time, barely able to keep his eyes open between meals. His breathing was shallow, a constant wheezing sound filling the air whenever he moved. It was as though his body was beginning to give up under the strain of the weight he had accumulated. And still, Alexandra was there, always encouraging him, always feeding him more.

“Ben, you’re looking incredible,” she would say, her smile widening as she watched him eat. “I can see the changes in you. You’re becoming even more perfect. Just one more bite for me, okay? I know you can do it.”

Her words were like a balm, soothing the discomfort that Ben could feel deep within his bones. The ache in his joints, the struggle to breathe—it all seemed to melt away under her gaze, replaced by the need to please her. Her constant praise was all he needed to keep going. It made the discomfort seem like nothing.

“Just a little more,” she whispered as she placed another plate of food in front of him. “You’re going to be even bigger. I want to see you grow for me, Ben. You’ve been so good. You’re my perfect creation.”

Ben’s hands trembled as he reached for the food, his swollen fingers struggling to grip the utensils. But he didn’t care. He had long since stopped caring about the pain. His only concern now was to continue eating, to continue growing. For her.

His body had become a prison. His stomach, once flat and firm, was now a massive mound, sagging over the waistband of the pants he could no longer fasten. His clothes no longer fit, and the few items of clothing that still covered him were stretched to the breaking point. He could feel the skin on his back pulling tightly, the sensation of his body being pulled in every direction as the fat kept accumulating.

Alexandra’s sweet voice continued to coax him. “You’re doing great, Ben. I love seeing you get bigger. It’s so wonderful to watch you grow. Don’t stop now. You’re doing so well.”

Ben’s eyes were heavy, and he felt a constant wave of exhaustion wash over him. His once-active mind was now clouded by the haze of overeating and the constant need for more. His heart would pound in his chest, and he would feel faint, but Alexandra’s soft whispers kept him going. It was as if his very existence had become about pleasing her, about becoming the ideal that she wanted. His body, a bloated, aching vessel, was her creation, and the more he ate, the more she praised him, the deeper he fell into this cycle.

His health continued to decline, but Alexandra remained blissfully unaware—or perhaps, blissfully indifferent. To her, Ben’s growth was a source of joy. His physical suffering, the toll it was taking on his body, only seemed to fuel her desire for more. Each moment of his discomfort was another step toward the goal she had in mind: an even larger, more bloated Ben, one who could no longer resist her commands.

Ben knew, deep down, that something was wrong. His body was no longer responding as it should. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt truly healthy. But whenever he looked at Alexandra, whenever she smiled at him, telling him how proud she was, he pushed those thoughts aside. Her approval, her smile, was worth everything. It was the only thing that mattered anymore.

“Don’t worry, Ben,” she would murmur, watching him finish yet another plate of food. “You’re doing exactly what I want. You’re perfect just the way you are. Just a little more, and you’ll be even more perfect.”

And so, despite the constant ache in his chest, despite the difficulty breathing, despite the undeniable signs of his health deteriorating, Ben kept eating. Each bite pushed him further into an existence where his only purpose was to grow for her, to become something that would never stop satisfying her.

And in that moment, despite the pain and the discomfort, he knew he would never stop.

-Part 7-

Ben’s body had become a monument to excess. Each day, it grew heavier, more unwieldy, and less functional, yet Alexandra’s influence kept him tethered to this path. His health had reached a critical tipping point—his legs could barely support him, his breathing was shallow and wheezing, and his heart raced constantly as though struggling to keep up with the sheer mass of his body. But Alexandra’s constant praise and care kept him locked in this cycle of indulgence and dependence.

He now spent most of his days in a plush, custom-built chair that had been reinforced to hold his ever-increasing weight. It reclined at an angle, allowing his swollen body to rest without putting too much strain on him. Ann and Mai, ever-diligent, had to assist him with even the simplest tasks, from adjusting his position to feeding him the endless stream of meals Alexandra insisted he consume. His once frail body was now so covered in folds, rolls, and sagging flesh that it seemed to consume itself. His arms were like overstuffed pillows, his hands thick and clumsy, and his legs had almost disappeared beneath the massive swell of his abdomen and thighs.

Yet, as unhealthy as Ben had become, Alexandra couldn’t have been more delighted. To her, he was the perfect embodiment of indulgence and submission. His size, his struggle, his complete dependence on her—it was everything she had wanted. And now, as his health began to fail, she saw an opportunity to solidify her control over him even further.

One afternoon, after Ann and Mai had struggled to shift Ben into a slightly more comfortable position, Alexandra entered the room with a radiant smile. She carried with her a device—a portable oxygen machine—along with a tray of yet more food. The machine’s gentle hum filled the room as she set it beside him.

"Ben," she cooed, brushing her hand gently against his bloated cheek. "I know it’s been harder for you lately. Breathing, moving—it’s all such a struggle, isn’t it? But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable so you can keep growing for me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To make me happy?"

Ben nodded weakly, his chins wobbling with the motion. His voice was little more than a raspy whisper now, his lungs struggling to inflate under the weight of his chest. "I... I want to keep growing... for you," he managed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and devotion.

Alexandra’s smile widened. "Good. I knew you would. That’s why I’ve brought you something to help." She gestured to the oxygen machine. "This will make breathing easier for you, so you won’t have to struggle anymore. And in exchange, you’ll keep eating, won’t you? You’ll keep growing bigger, just like I know you can."

Ben’s heart raced at her words, the strained organ thumping audibly beneath the layers of fat covering his chest. "I will," he rasped. "I’ll do it... for you."

Alexandra motioned to Ann and Mai, who quickly placed the nasal cannula over Ben’s face. The cool rush of oxygen filled his nose, and for the first time in days, he felt a faint sense of relief. Breathing was still a chore, but the machine made it manageable. It was enough to let him focus on what mattered most: continuing to eat.

With her usual grace, Alexandra took a seat beside him and began feeding him herself. She held each forkful of rich, calorie-laden food to his lips, her voice soft and encouraging as she coaxed him to eat more and more. "You’re doing so well, Ben," she murmured between bites. "Every bite you take makes me so proud. You’re becoming something truly magnificent."

The meals were endless. Creamy soups, buttery pastries, and slabs of meat dripping with sauce—all carefully prepared to maximize their caloric density. Ben’s stomach groaned in protest, stretched so far beyond its natural limits that it seemed impossible to hold another bite. But Alexandra was there, her presence a soothing balm to his discomfort.

"I know it’s hard," she said, stroking his swollen belly as it gurgled and shifted. "But you’re so strong, Ben. You’ve come so far. Just a little more, and you’ll be even closer to perfection."

Ben’s body was giving out under the strain, but his mind was clouded by her words. She had given him everything: care, attention, purpose. He couldn’t let her down. So he opened his mouth for another bite, then another, until the pain of fullness became a dull, constant ache that he had learned to ignore.

The oxygen machine wasn’t the only concession Alexandra had made to his failing health. She had also brought in a team of private doctors who monitored him regularly, ensuring that his body could handle the strain of his rapid growth. IV drips were used to keep him hydrated, and medications were administered to support his overburdened heart and failing circulation. It was a delicate balance—keeping him alive just long enough to see how far he could go.

"You’re my masterpiece, Ben," Alexandra whispered one evening as she sat beside him, her hand resting on the vast expanse of his stomach. "I’ve never been more proud of anyone. You’ve given yourself completely to me, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about anything except growing bigger and bigger."

Ben, too exhausted to respond, simply nodded. His world had shrunk to the chair he sat in, the food placed before him, and the constant presence of Alexandra, Ann, and Mai. His health was failing, his body breaking down, but he no longer cared. Alexandra’s praise, her joy, was all that mattered. And as long as she wanted him to grow, he would keep eating, no matter the cost.

"Just one more bite," Alexandra whispered, holding another forkful of food to his lips. "You’re doing so well, Ben. Keep going. You’re almost there."

And so, with every labored breath, every painful movement, Ben continued to eat, his body swelling ever larger as Alexandra watched with gleeful satisfaction.

-Part 8-

Ben’s transformation had reached an unimaginable extreme. His once-slender frame had ballooned into a massive, immobile form, his body so overburdened with fat that it seemed nature itself could no longer keep up with his growth. His limbs had become entirely engulfed by layers upon layers of soft, sagging flesh. His belly stretched so far ahead of him that it resembled a massive, quivering dome, pressing against the reinforced custom furniture Alexandra had ordered to accommodate his size.

He was no longer able to stand on his own. His legs, thick as tree trunks but rendered useless by the overwhelming weight pressing down on them, had ceased to function. Each attempt to move caused his entire body to jiggle uncontrollably, yet he barely noticed. His world had shrunk to the chair he lived in and the food Alexandra constantly fed him. His body had become something beyond human—a living monument to his devotion to her and her endless obsession with his growth.

But the day came when even the custom chair could no longer support his weight. Alexandra had been watching him eat his usual feast—platters of greasy meats, piles of buttery mashed potatoes, and bowls of thick, sugary pudding—when she heard a deep, ominous creak coming from the reinforced chair beneath him.

“Mai, Ann,” Alexandra said, her voice calm but commanding, “check the chair.”

The two maids hurried over, their expressions tightening as they realized the inevitable was happening. The steel frame beneath Ben’s vast body was bending under the pressure, groaning with the strain of his incredible size.

And then, it happened.

With a loud, resounding snap, the chair’s frame gave out, and Ben’s massive body sank heavily to the floor. The room was silent for a moment as everyone processed what had just occurred. Ben’s enormous form shifted slightly, his rolls and folds spilling out around him like a tide. But he didn’t cry out. He didn’t even wince.

“I... I’m okay,” he murmured, his voice sluggish and weak. His breathing was shallow, the weight of his chest making it harder and harder to draw in air. Yet, to everyone’s surprise, he didn’t seem to be in pain. Instead, he looked up at Alexandra with his usual expression of adoration, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’ll... I’ll keep going.”

Alexandra, far from upset, was utterly captivated. Her eyes sparkled with fascination as she approached him, her heels clicking on the marble floor. “You’re incredible, Ben,” she said softly, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his massive arm, her fingers sinking slightly into the soft flesh. “Even your body is giving in to your growth. You’re truly becoming something extraordinary.”

It wasn’t long before the maids and a team of workers brought in a new solution: a specially constructed platform bed, reinforced with industrial-grade materials to support Ben’s ever-increasing weight. But as they worked to transfer him, something unusual happened.

As they attempted to lift him, a sickening crack filled the air. One of Ben’s legs—the bones beneath the layers of fat—had snapped under the immense strain. The maids froze, their faces pale, but Ben barely reacted.

“Did you feel that?” Alexandra asked, her voice calm but curious.

Ben blinked, his breathing labored. “I... I heard it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it doesn’t hurt. I’m fine. I can keep eating.”

Alexandra’s fascination deepened. She leaned closer to him, her hand brushing against his swollen cheek. “Your body is adapting,” she said, almost to herself. “Even your bones are yielding to your growth. You’re truly remarkable, Ben. This is what you were meant for.”

From that day on, Alexandra’s obsession only grew. She took every precaution to ensure Ben’s comfort, surrounding him with pillows and soft blankets to cushion his fragile frame. She brought in more medical equipment to monitor his vitals, ensuring that his body could continue to sustain his ever-increasing weight. And, of course, she continued to feed him, each meal larger and more indulgent than the last.

“You’re unstoppable, Ben,” she would whisper as she fed him bite after bite. “Even your body knows its purpose now. You’re meant to grow. You’re meant to be this way. And I’ll make sure you have everything you need to keep going.”

Ben’s body, now beyond any natural limit, continued to expand. His broken bones, unable to bear his weight, were supported by Alexandra’s machines and cushions. He no longer cared about mobility or independence. His entire existence was devoted to her, to becoming the perfect, immovable monument to her desires.

As the weeks passed, his body grew heavier and softer, his form spilling further across the reinforced platform. His bones, no longer able to support him, slowly fused into the fat that surrounded them, becoming part of the vast, quivering mass that was now his body. Yet, through it all, he felt no pain—only the constant, unrelenting fullness of his meals and the warmth of Alexandra’s praise.

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, Ben,” Alexandra said one evening, sitting beside him as she fed him another spoonful of rich, creamy dessert. “You’ve surpassed every limit, every expectation. You’re perfect. And I’ll make sure you keep growing, no matter what.”

Ben, his face nearly unrecognizable beneath the layers of fat that enveloped it, managed a weak smile. “As long as it makes you happy,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I’ll keep going. I’ll keep growing.”

And so, he continued, his body expanding further into uncharted territory, his health sustained by Alexandra’s unrelenting care and obsession. Each passing day brought new milestones, new limits to surpass. And through it all, Alexandra watched with rapturous delight, her creation becoming everything she had ever dreamed of—and more.

-End-

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