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FATTENING UP TWIN

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-Part 1-

Finn and Liam had always been inseparable. They were twenty-three, twin brothers who shared everything—from video games to late-night snacks, even down to their thoughts and dreams. Their lives were intertwined in the most comfortable way imaginable. Whether it was running errands, binge-watching shows, or simply chatting for hours, they did it all together.

One evening, while they were lounging on their couch, playing a new video game, Liam said something that caught Finn off guard.

"I want to get fat," Liam said, his voice serious but with a hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

Finn paused the game, turning to look at his brother. "What? You want to get fat?"

Liam nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. "Yeah, I want to eat more, get bigger, and just... stop caring. I’m going to post about it on Instagram. Document the journey, you know? People are gonna love it."

At first, Finn didn't know what to say. He’d never imagined his brother would want to change like this. But before long, Finn found himself intrigued by the idea. After all, they’d always done everything together—why not this too?

Without hesitation, Finn decided to help. They began a new routine, one that involved consuming an endless amount of junk food. The house was soon filled with candy wrappers, empty pizza boxes, and soda cans. Liam’s belly started to grow slowly at first, but as days passed, it became clear that his plan was working.

Liam, with Finn at his side, would post daily updates on Instagram. “Another pizza night!” he would caption, or “Candy overload for the belly!” Finn would always be there, behind the camera, snapping photos of his brother stuffing his face with ice cream, chips, and chocolates. Liam’s transformation was slow at first but undeniable—his stomach pushed out farther and farther, his face rounding out as well.

"You're looking good, man," Finn would say, his voice filled with admiration. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to feed Liam, always pushing him further. "Just a little more... you're doing great!"

As Liam’s body grew larger, their lives seemed to shift in strange, subtle ways. Where once they had been two sides of the same coin—identical in every way—Liam began to look different. His once-toned body was replaced by a rounder, softer figure, while Finn remained unchanged, slender and energetic. They stood together in front of the mirror, and Liam’s massive belly filled the reflection.

He looked at himself, his hands resting on his stomach, and chuckled. "I still don’t think I’m fat enough."

Finn grinned, walking up behind him. He placed his hands on Liam’s belly, feeling the softness and the weight. “I know,” he said with pride. “But we’re getting there. You’re doing great.”

Finn snapped another picture in the mirror, the twins standing side by side—one looking like a growing ball of indulgence, the other still lean but just as committed to this strange journey. Liam's identity was slowly changing, but Finn remained by his side, more than happy to keep pushing him further into the world he had chosen.

Together, they were on a new adventure—one that no one else would understand, but that felt right in the odd, comforting way they had always lived their lives. No matter how different they looked now, they still felt like two halves of the same whole.

-Part 2-

In the weeks that followed, Liam’s transformation became more dramatic. His belly grew at an astonishing rate, pushing outward as his clothes stretched tight. Each day, Finn was there, taking photos and videos, documenting the journey for Liam’s Instagram followers. It was a ritual now—wake up, eat, and then eat some more.

Breakfast had become a towering pile of pancakes, drenched in syrup and butter, followed by bags of chips, cookies, and whatever other indulgent snack they could find. Finn would place the food in front of Liam with a proud smile, pushing his brother to eat more and more. "C'mon, just a little bit more," Finn would urge, watching eagerly as Liam scooped another handful of candy into his mouth or took another bite of greasy pizza.

Liam had stopped worrying about his health, stopped caring about the consequences. He was too caught up in the excitement of watching his body change in real-time, and Finn, always by his side, seemed more than happy to keep feeding him. Every day, Liam’s belly got rounder, firmer, and more massive. His cheeks were fuller, and his body seemed to be transforming into something almost unrecognizable, but Finn was there for every step of the way.

One evening, after an extra-large takeout order of burgers and fries, Finn caught a new video of Liam devouring a mountain of food, his face shining with satisfaction. “Look at you, man,” Finn said, as he zoomed in on the camera. “You’re looking incredible. Just a little more and you'll be massive."

Liam grinned, his stomach distending even further. "I can't believe how big I’m getting," he said, rubbing his hand over his belly, feeling the sheer weight of it. He felt heavier than ever, but there was a strange sense of pride in the size he’d gained. "You’re doing a good job, Finn. This journey is amazing."

Finn couldn't contain his excitement. He had always been the one to keep pushing Liam, and now he was watching as his brother’s body became a living testament to their bizarre mission. Finn grabbed the camera and took a quick video, catching the moment in real-time as Liam struggled to finish an entire pizza by himself.

“You look incredible,” Finn said, as he captured Liam’s effort on tape. “No one’s ever seen anything like this before.”

It was only a matter of time before Liam’s Instagram began gaining thousands of followers, curious to see how far he would go, how much bigger he could get. The comments flooded in, with some praising him and others calling him insane, but Liam didn’t care. He loved the attention, the validation, and the fact that he was on this journey with Finn.

Days blurred together in a haze of junk food and indulgence. The twins were a sight to behold. Finn, still lean and energetic, continued to fuel Liam’s obsession, encouraging him to eat more whenever he could. Whether it was donuts, ice cream sundaes, or fast food binges, Finn was always right there, capturing every moment, every bite.

Liam’s belly was no longer just round—it was massive, spilling over his waistband. His arms and legs had grown soft, and his face had filled out, his double chin now a permanent fixture. But despite the drastic changes, Finn was still beside him, as dedicated as ever.

The twins stood in front of the mirror one more time, and Finn snapped another picture. Liam’s belly was so large now that it seemed to block out everything else in the reflection. The two of them—so different, yet so connected—looked at their reflections in silence.

“Think we’re done?” Liam asked, rubbing his swollen belly.

Finn shook his head with a grin. “Not yet. You’re still not big enough.”

And so, the journey continued—Liam’s body growing larger with every passing day, Finn fueling the fire, taking photos and videos, pushing his brother to eat more, get bigger. No one could quite understand their bond, but in their world, it didn’t matter. They were still the same in their hearts, united in their strange journey, and nothing would stop them from seeing it through to the end.

-Part 3-

As Liam grew larger, the differences between the twins became impossible to ignore. Whenever they went out together, all eyes seemed to land on them. Finn, lean and energetic as ever, walked confidently beside his brother, who now moved slower, his massive belly swaying with every step. Liam’s oversized clothes, stretched tightly over his ever-growing body, left no doubt that he was embracing his transformation fully.

At the grocery store, the twins would load up their cart with bags of chips, frozen pizzas, gallons of soda, and every indulgent snack they could find. It wasn’t long before people began whispering as they passed.

“Are they… twins?” someone would murmur, their eyes darting between the slender, athletic Finn and the massive, lumbering Liam.

Finn, always the more outgoing of the two, loved these moments. “Yeah, we’re twins,” he would say with a wide grin, watching as people’s jaws dropped. “Can you believe it?”

The reactions were always priceless—shocked stares, hushed whispers, even outright disbelief. “No way!” someone once exclaimed. “You two don’t even look related anymore!”

But Finn would just laugh, patting Liam on the shoulder—or, more often, his massive belly. “Oh, we’re definitely twins. We’ve just taken… different paths.” Liam would chuckle too, not the least bit bothered by the attention. If anything, he thrived on it.

Liam’s Instagram had exploded in popularity. His journey to becoming “the biggest twin” had captured the curiosity of thousands of followers. People from all over the world left comments on his posts, some cheering him on, others expressing concern or disbelief. But neither Liam nor Finn cared. This was their journey, and they weren’t stopping for anyone.

Out in public, the contrast between the twins became a spectacle. People would openly stare as the two walked side by side—one lean and lively, the other massive and deliberate. Finn would often tease Liam, grabbing his belly and giving it a playful jiggle. “Look at this,” he’d say with a laugh, “I can’t believe how big you’re getting.”

Liam would laugh along, his face red but not from embarrassment—just from the sheer effort of walking with his enormous frame. “And we’re not even close to done,” he’d reply, his voice full of determination.

At restaurants, the twins became local celebrities. Finn would place massive orders for Liam, piling the table high with burgers, fries, milkshakes, and desserts. Other diners would watch in awe as Liam devoured everything in front of him, while Finn documented the feast on his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos.

One day, while they were sitting at their favorite diner, a curious older couple approached their table. “Excuse us,” the woman said hesitantly, “but… are you two really twins?”

Finn smiled proudly. “That’s right. Born just a few minutes apart.”

The couple looked between them, their eyes wide with disbelief. “But… how? You’re so different!”

Finn grinned, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve just got different goals. Liam here is working on being the biggest version of himself, and I’m helping him get there.”

Liam gave a satisfied pat to his massive belly, which rested heavily on his lap. “And I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

As the couple walked away, shaking their heads in amazement, Finn turned to Liam with a mischievous smile. “They couldn’t believe it. You’re becoming a legend, you know that?”

Liam laughed, reaching for another handful of fries. “Let them stare. This is who I am now, and I’m loving it.”

The world might not have understood the bond between the twins, but Finn and Liam didn’t care. They were doing this together, as they always had. And as Liam continued to grow bigger and Finn kept pushing him further, one thing was clear: this journey was far from over.

-Part 4-

Liam’s transformation had become nothing short of astonishing. His belly had grown into a massive dome, stretching out in front of him like a testament to his indulgence. His arms were thick and soft, his thighs rubbed together when he walked, and his cheeks had become so round that his face looked completely different from the Liam of just months ago. Yet he showed no sign of slowing down. If anything, he was growing faster than ever.

Finn, ever the playful and supportive twin, had discovered a secret weapon: teasing. He had always been the more energetic of the two, and now he used his sharp wit and humor to motivate Liam to keep going. The more Finn teased, the more Liam seemed to eat, as if he were fueled by the challenge.

“Man, look at you,” Finn said one evening, poking Liam’s belly as they sat on the couch surrounded by empty pizza boxes and candy wrappers. “You’re basically a human beanbag chair at this point.”

Liam let out a laugh, his belly jiggling with the movement. “And whose fault is that, huh? You keep bringing me all this food!”

Finn smirked, grabbing a bag of chips and tossing it onto Liam’s lap. “Oh, don’t blame me. You’re the one who can’t say no. Besides, I think you’ve got room for one more snack.”

Without hesitation, Liam tore open the bag and started munching. Finn leaned back, watching with amusement as his brother made quick work of the chips. “I swear, Liam, at this rate, you’re gonna need a whole couch just for yourself.”

“Good,” Liam said between bites, his voice muffled by the food. “Then you’ll have to sit on the floor while I relax.”

Finn laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. Like you’re ever getting up from this couch once you sink into it.”

The teasing had become a regular part of their routine. Whenever Liam struggled to squeeze into his chair at the kitchen table, Finn would grin and say, “You sure that chair’s gonna survive tonight?” If Liam’s shirt rode up, exposing his massive belly, Finn would playfully tug it down, only for it to slide back up seconds later. “Man, I think we’re gonna need custom-made clothes for you soon,” he’d say with a chuckle.

And Liam loved every second of it. The teasing wasn’t mean-spirited—it was their way of staying connected, of keeping things lighthearted as Liam continued his journey. In fact, the more Finn teased, the more determined Liam became to keep going. It was almost as if he wanted to prove Finn wrong, to show him just how far he could push his limits.

One afternoon, the twins stood in front of the mirror again, something they hadn’t done in a while. Finn snapped a picture, as usual, but even he seemed momentarily taken aback by how much bigger Liam had gotten.

“Holy—Liam, look at you,” Finn said, reaching out to grab a handful of his brother’s belly. “I can’t even get my hands around this thing anymore!”

Liam grinned, clearly proud of his progress. “Yeah? Think I’m done yet?”

Finn smirked, shaking his head. “Not even close. I mean, you’re big, but you’re not *that* big.”

The playful challenge lit a spark in Liam’s eyes. “Oh, I’ll show you big,” he said, his voice full of determination.

From that moment on, it was like Liam’s growth hit a new gear. Finn upped the ante, bringing home even more food and creating outrageous challenges for his brother. “Alright, tonight it’s a triple burger stack with fries *and* a milkshake. Think you can handle it?” Finn would ask, and Liam would always rise to the occasion.

The Instagram posts became even more popular, with fans marveling at Liam’s rapid transformation. “You’re unstoppable,” one comment read. Another said, “Can’t wait to see how much bigger you’ll get!”

But for Liam and Finn, this wasn’t just about the followers or the attention. It was about their unique bond as brothers. Finn’s playful teasing kept Liam motivated, and Liam’s unwavering determination inspired Finn to keep pushing him further. They were in this together, as they had been with everything else in their lives.

As Liam grew larger with each passing day, Finn couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his brother. “You’re a giant now, man,” he said one evening, as they sat side by side on the couch. “But you know what? I think you can still go bigger.”

Liam smirked, grabbing a candy bar from the table. “Oh, I plan to.”

-Part 5-

Liam’s transformation had reached a new level. His once-active body had grown so massive that even the simplest movements now left him winded. Walking from the couch to the kitchen was no longer an option; instead, Finn took over, bringing everything Liam needed directly to him. The couch had become Liam’s entire world—a throne of indulgence where he spent his days surrounded by snacks, fast food, and a haze of weed smoke.

The TV flickered in front of him, endlessly playing his favorite shows and movies. Liam barely moved anymore, his enormous body sunk deep into the cushions. His belly now spilled over his lap completely, reaching his knees, and his arms were so thick that they rested heavily on the armrests, the slightest movement an effort. Yet despite his increasingly sluggish state, Liam loved every second of it.

Finn, ever the devoted twin, had taken on the role of Liam’s enabler with a fervor that bordered on obsession. He had always been the one to push Liam further, but now his efforts had become almost aggressive. Finn wasn’t just feeding Liam anymore; he was actively engineering his brother’s dangerous growth.

“Alright, big guy,” Finn said one evening, carrying a tray loaded with burgers, fries, milkshakes, and a family-sized tub of ice cream. “I got your favorites, and you’re finishing every bite.”

Liam, slouched deep into the couch, grinned lazily, his eyes half-lidded from the weed he’d been smoking. “You’re spoiling me, bro,” he said, his voice slow and heavy, much like his body.

Finn set the tray down on the table in front of Liam, then grabbed the first burger and handed it to him. “Spoiling you? Nah, this is just the beginning. We’re not stopping until you’re the biggest man alive.”

Liam chuckled, his belly jiggling with the movement. “You’re crazy,” he said, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice. He loved the attention, the constant feeding, and the feeling of his body growing heavier and softer every day.

Finn leaned in, his eyes gleaming with determination. “I mean it, Liam. You’re gonna be huge. Bigger than anyone’s ever seen. And I’m gonna make sure of it.”

Liam took a bite of the burger, the grease dripping onto his chin, and nodded. “Good,” he said between mouthfuls. “Because I’m not stopping either.”

From that moment, Finn’s efforts became relentless. He wasn’t just bringing Liam food—he was creating massive feasts designed to push his brother to his limits. Triple-layered pizzas, entire buckets of fried chicken, and absurdly oversized desserts became the norm. Finn would sit beside Liam, encouraging him with every bite, his words dripping with both teasing and praise.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Finn would say, handing Liam yet another milkshake. “Don’t tell me you’re full already.”

Liam would groan, his belly so full it looked like it might burst, but he’d always push himself to keep going. “I’m not full,” he’d say, his voice strained. “Not yet.”

Finn’s aggressive encouragement only seemed to fuel Liam’s obsession. The more Finn pushed, the more Liam loved it. He thrived on the constant attention, the feeling of being taken care of, and the challenge of becoming bigger and bigger. Finn’s teasing and pushing weren’t just motivating—they were intoxicating.

“You’re turning into a literal mountain, you know that?” Finn said one day, as he stood back and admired his brother. Liam was sprawled across the couch, his body so massive that it seemed to envelop the furniture entirely. His belly rose and fell with his heavy breaths, and his arms rested limply at his sides, too weighed down to do much of anything.

Liam grinned, his face round and soft. “And it’s all thanks to you,” he said, his voice full of gratitude. “You’re the best, Finn.”

Finn smirked, grabbing his phone to snap another picture of the scene. “Damn right I am. But we’re not done yet. You’re gonna keep growing, and I’m gonna keep making sure of it.”

Liam chuckled, reaching for a bag of chips Finn had placed within arm’s reach. “Good,” he said, popping a chip into his mouth. “Because I’m not slowing down.”

The twins’ journey had taken a dangerous turn, but neither of them seemed to care. Liam loved the feeling of being completely dependent on Finn, and Finn loved being the one to guide his brother down this uncharted path. Together, they were pushing the boundaries of what was possible, and they had no intention of stopping.

-Part 6-

Liam's transformation had finally reached a point where his body was struggling to keep up with the sheer weight it was carrying. His massive size made every movement a chore, and even sitting still, his breaths had grown labored. It started with occasional gasps after particularly heavy meals, but before long, Finn noticed that Liam was struggling to breathe even while lounging on the couch doing absolutely nothing.

“Alright, big guy, I think it’s time we got you some help,” Finn said one evening, watching as Liam puffed heavily, his chest rising and falling under the weight of his gigantic belly.

Liam, lounging in his usual spot surrounded by food wrappers, grinned lazily, his breath wheezy. “Help? I don’t need help, Finn. I’m fine.”

Finn smirked, shaking his head. “You’re fine, huh? You sound like a freight train after climbing a hill.” He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a brand-new oxygen tank, complete with a soft plastic tube designed to sit comfortably under Liam’s nose.

Liam raised an eyebrow, watching as Finn set it up. “Really? You’re hooking me up to that thing?”

“Yup,” Finn said, twisting a few knobs until the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the room. “You’re breathing heavy just sitting there. This’ll make things easier for you.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a teasing tone. “And let’s be honest, you’re not exactly getting up anytime soon, are you?”

Liam chuckled, his belly jiggling with the motion. “Fair point,” he admitted, letting Finn slip the tubing over his face.

The difference was immediate. With the oxygen flowing, Liam’s breaths came easier, and he sank deeper into the couch with a contented sigh. “Alright, this isn’t so bad,” he said, grabbing another handful of fries from the tray Finn had brought him.

But Finn wasn’t done yet. A week later, he showed up with a mischievous grin and a new upgrade for Liam’s oxygen system. “Okay, hear me out,” Finn began, holding up a sleek attachment for the oxygen tank. “I had an idea. What if we, you know, added a little *extra* something to your air supply?”

Liam squinted at his brother, already catching the faint smell of weed. “You’re serious? You want to—what, hotbox me while I’m sitting here?”

Finn grinned, already attaching the modification to the tank. “Exactly! Think about it. You don’t even have to stop eating to light up anymore. Just sit back, relax, and inhale. You’ll be high and happy while I keep bringing the snacks. Perfect, right?”

Liam couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re insane,” he said, though there was no mistaking the excitement in his voice.

Within minutes, Finn had it set up, and Liam was inhaling a steady stream of weed-infused oxygen while working his way through an enormous plate of nachos. The effect was immediate—his already relaxed demeanor turned even lazier, his laughter louder, and his appetite seemingly endless.

“This is amazing,” Liam said, his voice slower and more mellow than ever. “I don’t even have to think anymore. Just… eat and chill.”

“And grow,” Finn added with a grin, sitting beside his brother and handing him another plate of food. “Don’t forget the most important part.”

The combination of constant food, weed, and Finn’s relentless encouragement sent Liam’s growth into overdrive. He barely moved anymore, completely content to sit in his nest of food and blankets while Finn catered to his every need. Finn would spend hours teasing and feeding him, marveling at how enormous his twin had become.

“You’re like a factory, man,” Finn joked one day, patting Liam’s gigantic belly. “You inhale food and weed and turn it into more of *this*.” He gave the belly a playful jiggle, laughing as it wobbled. “It’s incredible.”

Liam just grinned, his cheeks flushed and round. “And you’re the one running the factory,” he said, reaching for another burger. “You’re making this happen, Finn.”

“And I’m not stopping,” Finn said, his voice firm. “Not until you’re the biggest, laziest legend on the planet.”

With the oxygen tank constantly pumping weed into his system and Finn ensuring that food was never out of reach, Liam’s growth accelerated faster than ever. Every day, he grew softer, heavier, and more dependent, but neither twin had any plans to stop. For Liam, this was paradise. For Finn, it was a strange, unstoppable mission. Together, they were breaking every limit, and they both loved every second of it.

-Part 7-

Liam's transformation had reached a point where every inch of his body seemed to swell larger with each passing day. His belly had grown massive, his thighs like tree trunks, but what stood out most lately were his moobs. Once barely noticeable, they had now grown into large, round mounds that rested heavily on top of his enormous belly. Finn had noticed the change weeks ago but hadn’t said much—until the comments started pouring in on Instagram.

The twins’ Instagram community had become increasingly vocal about Liam’s moobs, and the reactions ranged from awe to teasing. “Those are bigger than mine!” one woman commented with a laughing emoji. Another chimed in, “Liam, I think you need a bra at this point!” Some even joked, “Are we sure he’s not pregnant?!” The comments made Finn laugh out loud, and as usual, he decided to turn the attention into an opportunity to tease his brother.

One evening, as Liam sat on the couch—high as usual and halfway through a mountain of burgers—Finn set up his phone to record. With a mischievous grin, he walked over to Liam, who was too lost in his food to notice what Finn was up to.

“So, big guy,” Finn began, his voice playful. “You’ve been getting a lot of attention lately. Seems like everyone’s talking about…” He reached out and gave one of Liam’s moobs a gentle squeeze, laughing as his brother looked down in surprise. “…these.”

Liam blinked, his face flushed—not with embarrassment, but from his constant haze of weed and indulgence. “What are you doing, man?” he asked, his voice slow and heavy.

“Just showing the fans what they’ve been asking for,” Finn said, still grinning as he gave the moob another playful jiggle. “I mean, seriously, Liam. These things are huge. You’ve got girls jealous of you in the comments. You’re basically a plus-size model now.”

Liam laughed, his whole body shaking as his moobs and belly jiggled along. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, but he didn’t stop Finn. If anything, he leaned back further, letting his brother continue.

Finn, ever the showman, turned to the camera and pointed at Liam’s chest. “Look at this, people. Who needs the gym when you can just eat your way to curves like these?” He laughed, grabbing a milkshake from the table and handing it to Liam. “Go on, take a sip. Let’s see if we can make them even bigger.”

Liam rolled his eyes but complied, taking a long drink from the milkshake as Finn continued his playful commentary. “See? That’s dedication. No bra, no problem. Just pure, unfiltered growth.”

The video quickly went viral, with followers flooding the comments section. “Omg, I can’t believe he let you do that!” one person wrote. Another said, “Liam is living the dream, honestly.” And of course, the teasing continued. “Get him a sports bra already!” one user joked, while another said, “Those are officially bigger than mine. I’m crying.”

The attention didn’t bother Liam. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it. “They’re just jealous,” he said one day as Finn scrolled through the comments, laughing.

“Oh, definitely,” Finn replied, still grinning. “But seriously, Liam, these things are out of control. I mean, I know you’re all about growing, but I didn’t think you’d end up outgrowing *me* in this department.”

Liam shrugged, taking another bite of a donut. “Hey, you’re the one who keeps feeding me.”

“And I’m not stopping,” Finn said with a wink. “But don’t be surprised if I show up with a bra one day. You know, just to mess with you.”

Liam laughed again, his voice deep and rich. “Do it. I dare you.”

The twins’ dynamic had always been about pushing boundaries and embracing the absurd, and this was no different. For Finn, Liam’s moobs were just another chapter in their outrageous journey—a testament to how far they’d come. And for Liam, it was all part of the ride. As long as Finn was there to tease, feed, and support him, he didn’t care how big he got—or how much attention his growing body attracted.

-Part 8-

As the months passed, Liam’s body had transformed beyond recognition. His once-substantial belly had grown into a monumental mass, now spilling over his lap and lower body, folding into deep rolls that seemed to cascade down like soft, doughy hills. His thighs had thickened so much that they rubbed together constantly, even when his legs were spread wide apart in an attempt to create space. Every movement was slow and labored, and even sitting down was an exhausting feat—but none of this bothered Liam. He was deep into his indulgent, food-filled haze, content to let his twin guide him deeper into his transformation.

Finn, always the playful twin, had been documenting every change with a sense of amusement, and Liam had grown used to it. In fact, he enjoyed the attention, and the teasing comments on Instagram only made him want to keep going.

One evening, as Liam sat on the couch in his usual position—fully reclined, his giant belly resting on his thighs, his shirt stretched to its limit—Finn couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. Liam's body was practically a living, breathing testament to indulgence. His belly was so large that it seemed to fold into itself in multiple places, creating a deep split of flesh that hung heavily over his legs, and his arms had grown so thick that they barely moved. His cheeks had puffed out like marshmallows, and his moobs had only grown larger, pressing up against the curve of his bloated stomach.

“You’re a masterpiece, bro,” Finn said with a grin, holding his phone in one hand as he snapped picture after picture.

Liam, his gaze half-lidded and his hands stuffed with food, barely registered Finn’s words. “Mmm... masterpiece of what?” he mumbled, taking another bite of pizza.

“A gluttonous masterpiece,” Finn replied with a laugh. He zoomed in on Liam’s split belly, where folds of soft flesh stretched out across his lap. “I mean, look at this. You’ve got more rolls than a bakery, and it’s all you,” Finn said with playful admiration.

Liam let out a low chuckle, his body jiggling with the movement. “I told you I’m gonna be the biggest, Finn. I told you.”

“You’re definitely on your way,” Finn said, giving Liam’s belly a gentle pat, causing the folds of fat to wobble. “Look at this. You can’t even sit without your belly spreading out over your legs. It’s like you’ve got a whole new body now.”

Liam grinned lazily, his hands still buried in fast food as he watched his twin continue to snap pictures. “I don’t even care,” he said, a trace of smoke in his voice from the haze of weed he’d been inhaling earlier. “I’m not stopping.”

Finn grinned as he filmed a video of Liam sitting there, stuffed to the brim, his belly puffing out so far it almost seemed to threaten to engulf him. “No, you’re not stopping,” Finn agreed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “But I’m pretty sure you’ve made it to the point where you can’t stop. Look at you! Even sitting with your legs wide, your thighs are rubbing together like they’re in a race to get bigger. And that belly? It’s like you’ve got a second lap of food waiting to spill out.”

Liam laughed softly, his breath heavy and labored from the effort of simply breathing while encased in so much softness. “That’s the plan, Finn. Keep pushing it, keep eating... no stopping.” His voice trailed off as he stuffed another handful of chips into his mouth.

Finn took a few more shots, then put his phone down. He looked at Liam, the sheer size of his brother both awe-inspiring and surreal. “You’re unbelievable. Just sitting there, getting bigger every day. It’s like you’re a living, breathing food factory, and you’re not even slowing down.”

Liam simply grinned, the pleasure of eating clouding his mind, the weight of his body overwhelming him as he leaned back deeper into the couch. “You’re the one making it happen,” he said lazily, his eyes half-closed. “You keep feeding me. I just keep eating.”

Finn chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischievous pride. “And I’m not stopping,” he said, his tone playful but firm. “I’m gonna make sure you hit every limit.”

Liam’s belly rumbled as he continued to eat, a contented smile on his face. Every bite seemed to fuel him further, his body swelling with every indulgence. Finn's playful teasing, the constant stream of food, and the encouragement to grow had created a cycle that Liam couldn't—or didn't want to—break.

As the camera rolled, Finn filmed the final moments of the night, his voice full of amusement. “And there we have it, folks. Another day in the life of the fattest twin on Instagram. Keep it up, Liam. You’re not just growing—you’re becoming a legend.”

Liam grinned, his full belly stretching even more as he settled deeper into his cocoon of food and comfort. “You’re damn right I am.”

Together, they were pushing the boundaries further than anyone had ever dared. And with each passing day, Liam grew even more massive, even more unrecognizable, but in a way that only strengthened the bond between the twins.

-Part 9-

Liam’s unprecedented growth had reached new heights, both in his size and the attention he was attracting. What started as a quirky Instagram journey between the twins had now snowballed into something much larger. Several extreme weight gain content creators and influencers began to notice Liam’s transformation, posting reaction videos and comments on the twins’ content. Their posts ranged from awe to disbelief, with some even calling Liam “the ultimate gluttonous king” or “a living legend in the gaining world.”

“Have you seen this guy?” one creator said in a reaction video. “He’s absolutely massive, and his twin is just *helping* him get bigger! I don’t know how he’s still going, but it’s insane.”

Another creator chimed in with, “Liam’s belly alone could probably have its own Instagram account at this point. This is next-level dedication.”

These reactions only fueled the twins’ motivation. Finn was thrilled with the sudden wave of attention, constantly checking their notifications and pointing out the growing number of followers and comments. “Bro, you’re blowing up,” Finn said one evening, holding his phone up to show Liam the latest reactions. “People are losing their minds over you.”

Liam, sprawled on the couch as usual, was too deep into his haze of food and weed to care much about the details. “Good,” he said between bites of a towering burger. “Let ‘em watch. I’m not stopping.”

Finn’s grin widened. “Oh, I know you’re not. And now we’ve got even more reason to push you harder. These people want to see what you’re capable of, and I’m gonna make sure they’re not disappointed.”

With the growing audience came a renewed sense of purpose for Finn. He doubled down on his efforts to fatten Liam up, bringing in even more food, cooking indulgent meals, and making sure there was never a moment when Liam wasn’t eating. Every meal seemed to get bigger, every snack more calorie-packed. Milkshakes were replaced with literal pitchers of cream, burgers came in stacks of five, and desserts looked like they belonged in a professional eating contest.

Liam, always up for the challenge, continued to eat with reckless abandon. His growth became so rapid that it was impossible to ignore. His belly, already enormous, grew even larger, folding into new rolls that seemed to create their own layers of softness. His thighs spread so wide that even the couch groaned under his weight, and his arms had grown so heavy that even lifting them for extended periods was an effort.

Finn, ever the documentarian, recorded every moment. He loved teasing his brother while showing off his progress to their audience. “Look at you, man,” Finn said one evening as he filmed Liam trying to lean forward to grab a slice of pizza, only for his belly to press against his thighs and stop him. “You can’t even reach the food anymore! Guess that means I’ll have to feed you.”

Liam chuckled, his laugh deep and wheezy as he leaned back, letting Finn take over. “You’re the boss,” he said, his voice slow and heavy.

As Liam’s growth accelerated, so did the strain on his body. His bones, now supporting an unimaginable amount of weight, began to groan under the pressure. Finn noticed it one night as he helped Liam shift on the couch. A low, almost creaking sound came from Liam’s massive frame.

“Did you hear that?” Finn asked, his tone a mix of concern and amusement.

Liam shrugged, his shoulders barely moving under the sheer weight of his body. “It’s just my bones,” he said nonchalantly, grabbing another handful of fries. “They’ll get used to it.”

Finn laughed, shaking his head. “Man, you’re unreal. Even your bones are complaining, and you’re just sitting here like it’s nothing.”

The twins’ audience ate it up—figuratively, of course. The more Liam grew, the more people flocked to their account, leaving comments like, “How is he even alive?!” and “This is the most extreme thing I’ve ever seen.” Others praised Liam’s dedication, calling him an inspiration to the gaining community.

Finn, ever the showman, leaned into the hype. He started doing live streams where he fed Liam massive meals while answering questions from their followers. “What’s the secret to getting this big?” one viewer asked during a stream.

Finn smirked at the camera, holding up a triple-stacked burger dripping with grease. “The secret? Dedication, food, and a twin who doesn’t know when to stop,” he said, laughing as he handed the burger to Liam.

Liam, high as ever, took a massive bite, his belly wobbling with every movement. “And not getting full,” he added, his voice muffled by the food.

The live streams became a sensation, with viewers tuning in to watch Liam’s belly grow in real time. Finn’s teasing, Liam’s laid-back attitude, and the sheer spectacle of it all kept people coming back for more.

“You’re becoming a legend, bro,” Finn said one night as he leaned back to admire his brother. Liam’s body had grown so large that it seemed to fill the entire couch, his belly spilling over his thighs and his arms resting heavily at his sides. “But we’re not done yet. There’s still plenty of room to grow.”

Liam grinned, his cheeks round and flushed. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not stopping.”

And with Finn by his side, feeding him, teasing him, and documenting every moment, there was no telling just how far Liam would go. For the twins, this was more than just a journey—it was a way of life, and they were determined to take it to the absolute extreme.

-Part 10-

Liam's transformation had reached a size so extreme that his body was beginning to give up under the sheer magnitude of his weight. His once-labored breathing was now constant and heavy, even with the help of his oxygen tank. His movements had dwindled to almost nothing; even shifting slightly on the couch required Finn's assistance. His skin was stretched tight over the rolling layers of fat, his legs swollen and immobile, his belly a mountainous mass that dominated his entire frame, hanging low enough to touch the couch in multiple folds.

And yet, despite the warning signs from Liam’s body, neither he nor Finn showed any intention of stopping. In fact, the attention they were getting from their fans only fueled their obsession further. Comments flooded their Instagram posts, filled with awe, disbelief, and outright encouragement.

“He’s a literal god of gluttony!” one follower wrote.

“This is insane—don’t stop now!” said another.

“How big can he even get? Keep going!”

Finn fed off the energy of their growing fanbase, using it as motivation to push Liam even further. “You see this, bro?” Finn said one evening, holding up his phone to show Liam the flood of comments on their latest post. “They love you. You’re a legend now. The biggest out there—literally.”

Liam, reclined on the couch, surrounded by a mountain of junk food, gave a lazy grin. His voice was weak and slow, but still filled with a sense of pride. “Good... that’s the plan, isn’t it?” he mumbled, reaching for a nearby milkshake with chubby fingers that could barely grip the cup anymore.

Finn helped guide the straw to Liam’s lips, watching as his twin took slow, labored sips. “Damn right it is,” Finn replied with a smirk. “And we’re not done. You’re gonna keep growing, Liam. You’re gonna push past every limit.”

In the weeks that followed, Liam’s growth accelerated to a terrifying pace. Finn made sure of it. The food came in endless waves—fast food feasts, homemade calorie-packed monstrosities, and desserts dripping with sugar. Finn even started blending full meals into liquid form so Liam could drink them without the effort of chewing.

The fans loved it. Finn documented every step of the process, taking photos and videos of Liam as he grew larger and larger. One particularly viral post showed Finn attempting to measure Liam’s belly with a tape measure, only to realize it wasn’t long enough. “We need a bigger tape,” Finn joked in the video, laughing as he patted Liam’s massive stomach.

But it wasn’t just the fans who noticed Liam’s condition worsening. The signs were impossible to ignore. His breathing had become shallow and raspy, even with the oxygen tank running full blast. His skin showed signs of strain, red marks forming where the weight of his body pressed down against itself. His legs were so swollen and heavy that he hadn’t been able to stand in weeks.

Despite it all, neither Finn nor Liam seemed willing to stop. Finn’s teasing only became more relentless, and Liam—encouraged by the attention and his own stubborn determination—kept eating as though nothing could stop him.

“You’re like a monument, bro,” Finn said one day as he filmed Liam lounging on the couch, surrounded by wrappers and empty containers. “A monument to indulgence. To gluttony. You’re literally too big to fail.”

Liam chuckled weakly, his whole body jiggling with the motion. “And I’m not done yet,” he said, though his voice was barely above a whisper.

Finn grinned, leaning closer to the camera. “You heard him, folks. He’s not stopping. So, let’s keep this going. What do you want to see him eat next?”

The comment section exploded with suggestions, ranging from giant pizzas to entire cakes. Finn took every suggestion seriously, turning each one into a new challenge for Liam. The fans couldn’t get enough of it, and neither could Finn.

But Liam’s body was reaching its limits. One night, as Finn helped him shift slightly on the couch, Liam let out a groan of pain, his face flushing red. “You okay, man?” Finn asked, a flicker of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” Liam said after a moment, his breath wheezy. “Just... my body’s getting heavy.”

Finn hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “You’re fine,” he said, brushing it off. “You’ve made it this far. You can keep going.”

And that was all Liam needed to hear. With Finn’s encouragement and the relentless push from their fans, he continued on his path, eating more, growing more, and ignoring every sign that his body was struggling to keep up.

For Finn and the fans, Liam was no longer just a twin brother or an influencer—he was a symbol of excess, a living monument to indulgence. But for Liam, it was a challenge he had no intention of backing down from, no matter the cost. And as Finn kept pushing him harder and harder, the question lingered: just how far could Liam go before his body gave out entirely?

-Part 11-

Liam’s growth had entered a phase so extreme, it defied all logic. His body was expanding faster than ever, reaching a new peak of sheer mass that left him gasping for air with every labored breath. His lungs struggled to keep up with the weight pressing down on his chest, and the oxygen tank had become a constant necessity, its rhythmic hiss blending into the background of their chaotic routine. Despite his condition, Finn kept up his relentless pace, refilling Liam’s plate every few seconds and making sure his weed supply never ran out.

The room was filled with the scent of fast food, smoke, and a faint mechanical hum from the oxygen tank. Liam sat sprawled on the oversized couch, his body practically engulfing it. His massive belly spilled over his thighs in cascading rolls, now so heavy it rested on the couch cushions in front of him. His arms, swollen and barely functional, rested at his sides, his fingers twitching slightly as Finn placed another overflowing plate of greasy food within his reach.

Liam’s eyes were perpetually red and half-closed, a result of the endless haze of weed he was inhaling. Finn had rigged a system to keep a steady flow of smoke circulating around Liam, ensuring he was always high, always in a haze of contentment that dulled any awareness of his body’s struggles.

“You’re unstoppable, man,” Finn said with a mischievous grin, watching his brother as he slowly shoveled handfuls of fries into his mouth. “The way you’re growing... it’s like your body’s on overdrive.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy chuckle, his chest heaving with the effort. “Feels... feels like it,” he mumbled, his words slurred from both the weed and the sheer exhaustion of existing in his massive frame. His voice was raspy, each word taking effort as he reached for a nearby burger with shaking hands.

Finn leaned forward, watching as his twin took a bite, his belly wobbling with every movement. “You’re not even trying to slow down, are you?” Finn teased, his tone playful but tinged with pride. “You’re just... growing, man. Eating like there’s no tomorrow.”

Liam nodded sluggishly, his eyes drooping. “Can’t stop,” he murmured, his words almost inaudible. “Don’t... wanna stop.”

The food came in waves—piles of burgers, mountains of fries, entire pizzas stacked high on the table beside him. Finn kept everything within reach, making sure Liam never had to move more than a few inches to grab his next bite. And when Liam slowed down, his hands too heavy to lift, Finn stepped in, feeding him directly.

“You’ve got this, bro,” Finn said encouragingly, holding up a dripping slice of pizza to Liam’s mouth. “You’re gonna keep going. Bigger, faster... we’ve come this far. No turning back now.”

Liam’s jaw worked slowly as he chewed, his breathing shallow and rapid. His entire body seemed to ripple with each movement, the sheer mass of his frame straining under its own weight. His belly, now a monumental dome of fat, groaned against the pressure, the skin stretched tight over the rolls. His thighs had grown so large that they pressed against each other even with his legs spread as wide as possible, and his arms were so swollen they looked like they belonged to another species entirely.

The weed kept him calm, kept him numb to the physical toll his body was enduring. Finn made sure of it, constantly adjusting the flow to keep Liam in a state of blissful haze. “Here you go, big guy,” Finn said, holding the bong up to Liam’s lips. “Take a hit, then we’ll get back to work.”

Liam obeyed, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled slowly, the sound of his breath rattling as it escaped. “More food,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Finn grinned. “That’s the spirit,” he said, piling more fries onto Liam’s plate. “We’re not done yet, Liam. You’ve got plenty of room to grow.”

The fans were eating it up—figuratively, of course. Their Instagram account had exploded in popularity, with thousands of new followers joining every day. The comments section was a mix of awe and disbelief, with fans marveling at Liam’s size and Finn’s relentless determination.

“This is next-level dedication!” one fan wrote.

“How is this even possible? He’s growing so fast!” said another.

“Keep going! We want to see just how far Liam can push it!”

And Finn was more than happy to oblige. Every meal was bigger, every snack more indulgent. Healthy food was a distant memory; everything Liam consumed was dripping with grease, loaded with sugar, and designed to pack on as many calories as possible in the shortest amount of time.

“Look at you,” Finn said one evening as he snapped a photo of Liam struggling to lift a milkshake to his lips. “You’re a legend, man. The biggest twin the world has ever seen.”

Liam grinned weakly, his lips sticky with cream and chocolate. “Bigger,” he said, his voice slurred. “Wanna... get bigger.”

Finn’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, you will,” he promised, his voice filled with determination. “We’re just getting started.”

As Liam continued to grow, his body groaning under the strain, Finn and the fans showed no signs of slowing down. Together, they were pushing Liam to the absolute extreme, determined to see just how far he could go—even as his gasping breaths and sluggish movements hinted at the dangerous path they were treading.

-Part 12-

The food Finn brought home was already indulgent, but now it was downright obscene. Every meal became a grotesque mountain of calories, dripping with grease, sugar, and fat. Finn seemed determined to push the limits of what Liam’s body could handle. Health wasn’t just ignored—it was deliberately sabotaged. Each day, Finn upped the ante, bringing in increasingly unhealthy concoctions that made even fast food look tame.

Deep-fried everything became the norm. Burgers were no longer just burgers—they were towering stacks of beef patties, bacon, and cheese, wrapped in more bacon and then battered and fried. Milkshakes were replaced by pitchers of melted ice cream, blended with heavy cream and candy bars. Finn even began pouring melted butter over Liam’s meals, laughing as he teased his brother. “You’re not just eating, bro—you’re creating art.”

Liam, of course, was more than happy to indulge. His appetite had become insatiable, fueled by the endless stream of food and the haze of weed that Finn kept flowing. He barely registered what he was eating anymore. The flavors blurred together into a constant assault of salt, sugar, and fat. His body had reached a point where it didn’t seem to register fullness, and Finn took full advantage of that.

“I found something special for you today,” Finn said one afternoon, wheeling in a tray piled high with fried chicken, waffles drenched in syrup, and a massive bowl of mac and cheese loaded with extra butter and cream. “This is next-level, Liam. You’re gonna love it.”

Liam, his eyes red and half-closed from the constant weed smoke, gave a slow, wheezy chuckle. “Smells... good,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as his lips parted for the first bite.

Finn grinned, sitting beside his brother and feeding him piece after piece. “You’re unstoppable, man. Just look at you. Bigger every day.”

The meals became increasingly absurd. Finn started experimenting with deep-frying entire pizzas, layering cakes with frosting and candy bars, and making desserts out of nothing but sugar and cream. The fans loved it, their comments egging the twins on.

“Is that even food anymore?” one follower joked.

“Liam’s eating like he’s trying to set a world record!” wrote another.

“Keep it up! We want to see him get even bigger!”

Finn took their encouragement to heart, constantly searching for new ways to pack more calories into every bite. He started making shakes with peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, and chocolate syrup, adding melted butter to the mix for good measure. He even began sneaking in calorie boosters, like powdered weight gain supplements, just to see how much faster Liam could grow.

“You’re a machine,” Finn said one evening, watching as Liam slowly chewed through a stack of burgers, each one bigger than the last. “A bottomless pit. I don’t think there’s a limit to how big you can get.”

Liam grunted in response, too focused on the food to speak. His body had grown so massive that even the slightest movement left him gasping for air. His belly, now a monumental mountain of fat, dominated his frame, spilling over his legs in massive folds. His arms were nearly useless, buried under layers of soft flesh, and his legs had become little more than swollen stumps beneath the endless weight.

The unhealthy food wasn’t just affecting Liam’s size—it was taking a toll on his body in other ways. His skin was flushed and shiny, stretched tight over his growing mass. His breathing was shallow and labored, and even the oxygen tank seemed to struggle to keep up. But none of that seemed to matter to Finn or their fans. The journey had taken on a life of its own, and no one wanted it to stop.

“You’re a legend, Liam,” Finn said one night, snapping a photo of his brother attempting to eat a deep-fried cheesecake. “People can’t get enough of you. And neither can I.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy laugh, his massive body jiggling with the motion. “More,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Finn’s grin widened. “That’s my guy,” he said, piling more food onto the tray. “We’re not stopping, Liam. Not now. Not ever.”

As the days went on, the meals only got worse—more butter, more sugar, more grease. Finn seemed determined to push his brother to the absolute limit, feeding him foods that no one else would even consider edible. And Liam, lost in his haze of weed and indulgence, happily complied, eating everything Finn put in front of him and growing bigger by the day.

-Part 13-

Liam's world had shrunk down to two constants: food and weed. His mind was always consumed by the thought of his next meal, and his lungs were perpetually filled with the haze of cannabis. His days were a repetitive cycle of eating, breathing, and growing, as if his body had become a vessel for indulgence. And yet, despite his unbelievable size and the countless calories he consumed daily, neither Finn nor the growing community of fans thought it was enough.

“What can we do to make it even more extreme?” Finn mused one evening as he scrolled through the flood of comments on their latest post. Fans were throwing out wild ideas, each one more outrageous than the last.

“Deep-fry EVERYTHING!” one follower suggested.

“Have him drink melted butter as a challenge,” said another.

“Feed him a 10,000-calorie cake in one sitting!” someone else commented.

Finn smirked, taking mental notes as he glanced over at Liam, who was sprawled on the couch, his massive body barely contained by the custom-made furniture. Liam’s breathing was a constant wheeze, his oxygen tank hissing in rhythm, and his red, half-closed eyes stared blankly at the TV. His hands rested limply on his enormous belly, which had grown so large it completely obscured his legs.

“Bro,” Finn said, turning to him, “the fans think we’re still holding back. Can you believe that? They want more. They think what you’re eating isn’t unhealthy enough.”

Liam chuckled weakly, his body jiggling with the motion. “More... food,” he murmured, his voice barely audible through the haze of weed and the strain on his lungs.

“You heard him, guys!” Finn said, grabbing his phone to record a video. He leaned over and playfully patted Liam’s belly, which rippled under his touch like a giant, soft waterbed. “Liam wants more! We’re not stopping until we blow everyone’s minds.”

The community erupted in excitement as Finn posted the video. Suggestions poured in faster than ever, with fans egging the twins on to new levels of excess. Finn, ever the showman, decided to take things to the next level.

The next day, he unveiled his newest creation: a “Super Sludge Shake,” a towering monstrosity of melted ice cream, heavy cream, peanut butter, chocolate syrup, marshmallow fluff, and entire packs of cookies, blended into a thick, calorie-dense sludge. To top it off, he added a stick of butter for extra richness and crumbled candy bars over the rim of the giant glass.

“This, my man,” Finn said, placing the shake in front of Liam, “is what legends are made of. Drink this, and the fans will lose their minds.”

Liam’s eyes lit up briefly, the haze of weed momentarily lifting as he stared at the colossal shake. With Finn’s help, he leaned forward and took the first sip, his lips barely able to wrap around the oversized straw. The taste was overwhelming—sweet, rich, and impossibly thick. But Liam didn’t stop. He sucked down the shake in slow, labored sips, his massive body quivering with effort as Finn encouraged him every step of the way.

“That’s it, big guy,” Finn said, filming the entire process. “You’re a machine. No one else could handle this.”

The fans went wild when Finn posted the video, their reactions only fueling his ambition. “What’s next?” they demanded. “How much bigger can he get?”

Finn grinned as he read the comments, already brainstorming his next move. “You think this is extreme?” he said to the camera. “We’re just getting started.”

From that point on, the meals became even more outrageous. Finn started combining entire fast food orders into monstrous creations, like burgers stacked with donuts instead of buns, or pizzas topped with fried chicken and mac and cheese. He added whipped cream and caramel sauce to everything, even savory dishes, just to pack in more sugar and calories.

“Here comes the airplane,” Finn joked one evening as he fed Liam a spoonful of mac and cheese drenched in melted butter. “Open wide for your fans.”

Liam, lost in his haze, obediently opened his mouth, his body seemingly running on autopilot as he consumed bite after bite. His breathing grew more labored with each passing day, his lungs barely able to keep up with the ever-increasing weight pressing down on his chest. But Finn didn’t let up. If anything, the challenge of pushing Liam further only excited him more.

“Bro, you’re a legend,” Finn said one night, sitting beside Liam and scrolling through their latest post’s comments. “The world’s never seen anything like this. You’re redefining what it means to indulge.”

Liam let out a weak, wheezy laugh, his body shaking under its own weight. “More,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Finn smirked, grabbing another plate piled high with fried, sugary, greasy creations. “You got it, big guy,” he said, sliding the plate toward his brother. “Let’s show them what you’re made of.”

And so, the cycle continued, with Finn and the fans constantly pushing Liam to new extremes. The food became more unhealthy, the portions larger, and the stakes higher. Liam’s body, straining under its own weight, seemed on the verge of collapse—but neither he nor Finn had any intention of stopping. After all, they were on a mission to create something unforgettable, no matter the cost.

-Part 14-

Finn stood in the kitchen, a smirk plastered across his face as he crafted what could only be described as his ultimate masterpiece. It was absurd. It was indulgent. It was monstrous. Finn had taken all the wild ideas their fans had thrown at them and combined them into a single meal—a calorie bomb that would leave everyone speechless.

He started with a massive weed-infused cake, weighing close to 50,000 calories on its own. The cake was layered with rich chocolate ganache, buttercream frosting, and candy bars embedded between each tier. But Finn wasn’t done. No, he was just getting started. He battered the entire cake with a mixture of flour, eggs, and yet more melted butter before lowering it into a deep fryer. As it sizzled and crisped to a golden perfection, Finn melted sticks of butter in a pan, blending them with copious amounts of weed oil to create a thick, glossy sauce.

Once the deep-fried monstrosity was ready, he placed it on a platter that barely contained its size and drenched it in the molten butter-weed sauce, the liquid pooling around the edges like a moat. The smell was overwhelming—sweet, greasy, and unmistakably infused with cannabis.

Finn stepped back and admired his creation, his grin widening. “This,” he said, holding up his phone to film, “is the pinnacle of indulgence. 80,000 calories. Weed-infused. Deep-fried. Butter-drenched. And it’s all for my big bro, Liam.”

He turned the camera toward his brother, who was sprawled across the couch like an immovable mountain. Liam’s body had grown so massive that he could barely move anymore. His belly dominated his frame, now spilling over the sides of the couch in thick rolls. His thighs pressed against each other even when his legs were spread wide, and his arms rested uselessly at his sides, too heavy to lift. His chest had transformed into massive, swollen moobs that rose and fell with each labored breath.

“Liam, my man,” Finn said, wheeling the platter toward his brother, “your feast has arrived.”

Liam’s red, half-closed eyes flickered with a hint of excitement as the smell reached him. His lips parted slightly, his breathing growing heavier. “Smells... good,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the constant hiss of his oxygen tank.

“Good? It’s legendary,” Finn said, slicing off a massive piece of the cake and holding it up to Liam’s mouth. “Open wide, big guy. Let’s make history.”

Liam obediently opened his mouth, and Finn slid the piece in, watching as his brother slowly chewed. The butter and oil dripped down Liam’s chin, and his eyes fluttered shut as the flavors hit him. It was sweet, rich, and overwhelmingly decadent—a sensory overload that left him momentarily dazed.

“That’s it,” Finn said, feeding him another piece. “Keep going. You’re a machine, Liam. No one else could handle this.”

Piece after piece disappeared into Liam’s mouth, each one adding to the monumental strain on his already overburdened body. His breathing grew louder, more labored, but he kept eating, his appetite seemingly endless. Finn made sure there was no pause, no break. Every time Liam finished a piece, another was waiting for him, dripping with butter and weed oil.

“You’re unstoppable,” Finn said, his voice filled with pride as he recorded the scene. “The fans are gonna lose their minds when they see this.”

Liam let out a low, wheezy laugh, his massive body quivering with the motion. “More,” he muttered between bites, his voice slurred from both the weed and the effort of eating.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Finn said, slicing off another chunk of the cake. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The feeding session went on for hours, Finn pushing his brother to consume every last bite of the monstrous creation. By the time the platter was empty, Liam was slumped back against the couch, his body bloated and immobile. His belly had swollen even larger, the skin stretched taut and shiny, and his breathing was shallow and rapid.

“You did it,” Finn said, patting Liam’s belly, which jiggled like a giant waterbed under his touch. “You finished the whole thing. You’re a legend, Liam. An absolute legend.”

Liam’s eyes fluttered open, his red gaze meeting Finn’s. “Bigger,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Wanna... get bigger.”

Finn’s grin widened. “Oh, you will,” he said, his tone filled with determination. “This is just the beginning. We’re gonna keep pushing, bro. You’re gonna break every record out there.”

As Finn cleaned up the empty platter, his mind was already racing with ideas for the next meal. The fans were right—there was no such thing as too extreme. And with Liam willing to keep going, Finn was determined to take his brother to sizes no one had ever imagined possible.

-Part 15-

Finn sat on the edge of the coffee table, his camera in hand, staring at the immovable mountain of fat that was his twin brother. Liam was completely out of it, slumped back into the couch with his head tilted to the side, his eyes half-closed in a food-induced haze. His chest rose and fell unevenly, the sound of his labored breathing mixing with the faint hiss of the oxygen tank beside him.

Liam’s body was beyond description now—a sheer, immobile mass of excess. His belly dominated everything, splitting into rolls that cascaded down his thighs, nearly touching the floor even as he sat. His moobs were massive, resting heavily on his swollen torso, their size almost surreal. His arms were useless, buried beneath layers of fat, and his legs, thick and bloated, were permanently spread wide to accommodate the bulk of his frame. Even his face had ballooned, his cheeks round and flushed, his neck disappearing into the folds of his body.

Finn chuckled to himself, leaning forward to snap another picture. The glow of his phone screen lit up his face as he scrolled through the photos, each one more shocking than the last. The sheer size of Liam, the way his belly spilled over every surface, the redness of his skin stretched taut—it was all captured in stunning detail.

“You’re a masterpiece,” Finn muttered, more to himself than to his unconscious brother. “A living, breathing monument to indulgence. I mean... barely breathing,” he added with a smirk, watching as Liam’s chest rose and fell with difficulty.

He set the phone down for a moment, resting his chin on his hand as he studied Liam. “I wonder what it’s like in there,” he said aloud, his voice filled with morbid curiosity. “Your veins must be clogged to hell. Your heart’s probably working overtime just to keep you alive. And your lungs? Forget it. All that fat pressing down, no wonder you can barely breathe.”

Finn leaned forward, placing a hand on Liam’s belly and giving it a gentle push. It didn’t budge. The sheer mass of it was staggering, a solid, unyielding mountain of flesh. “How unhealthy can one person even get?” he wondered, his tone almost admiring. “You’re like... the ultimate experiment.”

He picked up his phone again, switching to video mode. “Alright, guys,” he said, addressing their Instagram followers. “Here’s the aftermath of tonight’s feeding session. My brother? A true legend. Food coma in full effect.” He panned the camera over Liam’s body, making sure to capture every fold, every inch of his massive frame. “Just look at this. Look at what we’ve created together. This is what dedication looks like.”

The comments started rolling in almost immediately.

“Holy crap, he’s HUGE!”

“Is he even alive?!”

“Keep going! Break all the records!”

“Feed him more next time!”

Finn grinned, reading the flood of reactions. The fans were loving it, and so was he. The attention, the shock, the awe—it was addictive. But as he sat there, staring at his unconscious brother, another thought crept into his mind.

“How much further can we go?” he wondered aloud. “I mean, this... this can’t be sustainable, right? But then again, who cares? The point isn’t to stop. The point is to see how far we can push this.”

He leaned back, still smiling, and snapped one last picture—a close-up of his hand resting on Liam’s belly, the sheer size of it dwarfing his own. “You’re my masterpiece, Liam,” he said softly. “And we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

With that, Finn set his phone down, leaned back, and simply watched his brother, marveling at the immensity of what they had created together. The sound of Liam’s labored breathing filled the room, a constant reminder of just how far they had already gone—and how much further they could still go.

-Part 16-

Finn had become the conductor of a symphony of excess, orchestrating his brother’s rapid descent into the unthinkable with an almost obsessive precision. Liam, now a motionless mass of fat, barely seemed aware of what was happening to him anymore. Permanently high from the near-constant infusion of weed, his mind was clouded and detached, but that suited Finn and the community just fine. Liam didn’t need to think; he just needed to keep eating.

The fans adored it. Each new post, each new video, brought a flood of comments filled with awe, shock, and twisted encouragement. “Push him further!” they demanded. “He’s a living legend!” And Finn, ever the showman, was more than happy to deliver.

Every meal was bigger, more outrageous, more deadly than the last. Finn pushed the limits of indulgence, crafting meals that were equal parts culinary abomination and internet spectacle. He blended entire tubs of ice cream with melted butter, deep-fried stacks of pizzas, and created monstrous burgers layered with fried eggs, bacon, cheese, and donuts. Every plate was loaded with calories, grease, and, of course, a heavy dose of weed oil.

Liam, for his part, complied without question. Too high to resist, too far gone to care, he accepted everything Finn placed in front of him, his only role to consume. His body had become something beyond human, a grotesque monument to gluttony. His belly, now split into rolls upon rolls, hung down past his knees even when he sat, and his chest had grown into massive, swollen moobs that jiggled with every labored breath. His arms and legs, once strong and defined, were now buried under layers of fat, useless appendages that could barely move.

Finn filmed it all, every bite, every wheezy breath, every moment of Liam’s descent. He fed his brother with a mix of pride and determination, pushing him to the very edge without a second thought. “Come on, big guy,” he’d say, shoving another plate in front of him. “The fans are watching. Let’s show them what you can do.”

The community watched in morbid fascination, their reactions growing more extreme with each post. “He’s not just fat—he’s a work of art,” one fan wrote. “Keep going! Don’t stop until he’s the biggest in history!” Another commented, “This is insane, but I can’t look away. You’re making history, Finn!”

And Finn believed it. In his eyes, Liam wasn’t just his brother—he was his masterpiece, a living, breathing (just barely) testament to how far someone could push the limits of human indulgence.

But Liam’s body was starting to rebel. His breathing grew more labored by the day, each breath a shallow, rasping wheeze that echoed through the room. His skin was flushed and stretched tight, his veins barely visible beneath the layers of fat. He was permanently hooked up to an oxygen tank, and even that seemed to struggle to keep up with his needs.

Finn noticed it all, of course—the signs that Liam was teetering on the edge—but he didn’t stop. If anything, it only fueled him further. The danger, the thrill of pushing Liam closer and closer to the brink, was intoxicating.

“Bro, you’re unstoppable,” Finn said one evening, sitting beside his brother with a plate of fried cheesecake in hand. He leaned over, placing a hand on Liam’s massive belly, which quivered under his touch. “No one’s ever done this before. You’re a legend, Liam. An absolute legend.”

Liam let out a weak, wheezy laugh, his red, half-closed eyes flickering briefly. “More,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Finn grinned, grabbing a forkful of cheesecake and holding it up to his brother’s mouth. “That’s my guy,” he said. “Let’s give the fans what they want.”

The feeding session continued late into the night, Finn pushing Liam further and further, ignoring the signs of strain on his brother’s body. The fans cheered him on, their comments a constant stream of encouragement and admiration.

“He’s a god of gluttony!”

“Don’t stop, Finn! Keep pushing him!”

“This is legendary content!”

But Finn didn’t need the encouragement anymore. He was fully committed, completely obsessed with the idea of taking Liam to the absolute limit. And Liam, too high to realize what was happening, followed along without resistance, his body growing larger and more fragile with each passing day.

Neither Finn nor the fans cared about the consequences. For them, this was about spectacle, about pushing boundaries, about creating something unforgettable. And for Liam, lost in his haze of weed and food, it was simply the only reality he knew.

As Finn fed his brother another bite, he couldn’t help but smile, his mind racing with plans for the next meal, the next post, the next record-breaking moment. They were on a path with no brakes, no limits, and no end in sight—and Finn wouldn’t have it any other way.

-Part 17-

Finn stood over his brother, the room eerily quiet save for the mechanical hiss of Liam’s oxygen tank. For the first time in what felt like forever, Liam’s eyes were clear, free from the hazy red tint of constant weed consumption. His breaths were labored, shallow gasps that rattled his chest, but his gaze was focused, and Finn could see the flicker of lucidity behind them.

Liam's body was beyond recognition now, an almost unthinkable transformation from the man he had once been. His belly sagged in swollen rolls, now heavy enough to practically pin him in place. His moobs, larger than ever, heaved with every painful breath. His legs were spread wide, thighs pressing into the couch and each other, no longer capable of holding his weight. And yet, as Finn looked into Liam’s eyes, he saw no regret.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Finn asked, his tone light but curious as he crouched beside his twin.

Liam licked his dry lips, his voice barely a whisper. “Heavy,” he said, the word dragging out like it took all his energy to form. “Really... heavy.”

Finn chuckled, leaning back on his heels. “Yeah, no kidding. You’re probably the heaviest man alive right now. The fans are obsessed.” He paused, tilting his head. “But I wanted you to see it—really see it. I stopped the weed for a bit so you could, you know, take it all in.”

Liam blinked slowly, his gaze drifting down to his body. For the first time in months, he truly saw what he had become. His bloated belly dominated his vision, the rolls and folds of his skin glistening under the soft light of the room. His hands, once strong and capable, were now buried in fat, barely able to twitch at his sides. His breathing was a constant struggle, each inhale a battle against the immense weight pressing down on his lungs.

“Wow,” Liam whispered, his voice filled with awe rather than fear or regret.

Finn leaned closer, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Yeah, bro. Wow. You’re incredible. A living monument to indulgence. But I wanted you to really think about it, you know? What you’ve done to yourself. What we’ve done together.”

Liam’s gaze met Finn’s, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, a weak, wheezy laugh escaped Liam’s lips, his entire body jiggling slightly with the motion. “It’s... amazing,” he said, his voice breathy but filled with something close to pride.

Finn’s smirk returned, his eyes gleaming. “I knew you’d say that. But here’s the thing, Liam—we’re at a crossroads. You’ve got a choice to make.”

He stood, crossing the room to retrieve a massive tray piled high with junk food. It was a grotesque display of grease, sugar, and calories, every item dripping with excess. He placed it on the table in front of Liam, the smell filling the room almost instantly.

“You can stay like this,” Finn said, gesturing to the food. “Clear-headed, aware, feeling every pound you’ve packed on. Or...” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of weed oil. “You can go back to the blur. The haze. Let me handle everything while you just... eat.”

Liam stared at the tray, his breathing quickening slightly despite the effort it took. His gaze flickered to the bottle in Finn’s hand, then back to the food. For a moment, he was silent, his mind racing with thoughts he hadn’t had in months. He felt every ache, every strain in his body, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him both literally and figuratively.

And yet... he loved it. Every second of it. The attention, the indulgence, the sheer audacity of what he had become. It was everything he had ever wanted, even if it came at the cost of his body, his health, and maybe even his life.

“Back to the blur,” Liam finally whispered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Finn grinned, unscrewing the cap on the bottle and drizzling the weed oil over the food. “That’s my guy,” he said, his tone filled with pride. “Let’s keep making history, Liam. The fans are gonna lose their minds.”

He picked up a slice of deep-fried pizza, now glistening with weed oil, and held it to Liam’s mouth. Liam opened wide, the fog already beginning to creep back into his eyes as he took the first bite. Finn watched with satisfaction, knowing that his brother was fully committed to their journey, no matter how dangerous it became.

As Liam ate, Finn grabbed his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos to share with their ever-growing community. The comments flooded in almost instantly, a chorus of encouragement and awe.

And as the haze of weed took hold once more, Liam’s mind drifted into blissful oblivion, leaving Finn to guide him further down the path they had chosen together. Neither of them cared about the edge they were teetering on—for them, this was the ultimate dream, and they had no intention of waking up.

-End-

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