(SSBHM, hyper fat, immobility)
You don't really know how or why it started. You were just sitting at your computer, eating dinner after a particularly grueling day at work. You were tired and hungry, and almost didn't notice it at first. But just as you were about to put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow, you saw a hand grab the container and pull it back out of the fridge, and you felt another one rubbing circles on your stomach... and suddenly, you didn't feel quite so full anymore.
It wasn't until the next day that what happened really set in... How do you even explain something like that? Maybe... it was just something you imagined?
Sure enough, they appeared again at your next meal times, subtly encouraging you to eat a little more each time, soothing your stomach as it got fuller and fuller. And eventually, they would even begin cooking alongside you, or sometimes in place of you if you weren't feeling up to it.
Slowly but surely you began to get thicker and thicker, and before long, another pair of hands had appeared to help out a little more, meaning you were getting less and less physical activity done every day.
Of course, that was just the beginning... today, things look very different than they did then.
You're woken by your own natural alarm clock – the incessant growling of your stomach – which happens around 7 o'clock every morning. Thankfully, that gets taken care of pretty quickly. A tube is placed into your throat, and it pumps the shakes that the hands had prepared overnight into you.
Then, the hands that were massaging your poor overstretched stomach stop for a moment as they get ready to give you a shower. You feel yourself being grabbed by dozens of hands, all around and underneath you. A few more hands appear to bring the drums filled with shakes too, and then you begin to feel your underside peeling away from the tile floor, and the hands begin to carry you down the hall.
Your living space has seen some major upgrades since living in that tiny apartment. Once you had gained enough weight that it was unreasonable for you to continue working in the office, the hands were more than happy to handle working from home for you. Your performance at work was unmatched thanks to those hands, and since you didn't need to worry about it anymore, you could dedicate all your time to getting fatter instead.
And get fatter you did. You weren't surprised the first time you learned your weight had surpassed a ton, and the impending immobility wasn't really much of a threat to you since there was an arsenal of hands that were always eager and willing to do anything you needed. And now, after not just becoming immobile but becoming so absurdly obese that you can't even move your limbs anymore, overloaded with so much pure lard that your weight is nearing six digits. You're so used to it at this point, it's hard to imagine your life any different than this.
The extra wide door begins to open, and the blinding sunlight begins to seep into your 16 car garage. Of course, there aren't actually any vehicles here. It's just the most convenient space for you to stay, with room for you to keep growing, and easy (ish) access to the outside, for the short periods of time when you really need it.
You can't remember the last time you stepped foot inside what was supposed to be your house... at this point it belongs to the hands more than it does to you, which is sort of a fair deal considering they earned the money to actually afford it. Plus a whole bunch of other expensive goodies, too – like an industrial freight scale to install underneath you, plus a monitor to hang up on the wall. Though at this point it's pretty difficult to see much of anything over yourself, and since there isn't a single second during the day where your mouth isn't full of some fattening slop, there isn't really a way to ask the hands to move it over. Oh well.
As you're carried outside, the heat of the sun on your skin makes you begin to sweat – more than usual, anyways. Your poor, overworked stomach is like a furnace, trying as hard as it can to burn through everything that gets pumped into it. Combine that with a several foot thick layer of insulation thanks to your tens of thousands of pounds of excess fat, and it's not hard to see why your body radiates so much heat all the time. On the plus side, it means you don't have to spend as much on heating during the winter, at least.
The hands lead you over to a spot where there's a large, noticeable mark in the grass from previous days, and you feel your flesh spreading out across it. Then, the hands drag over some hoses, and begin to spray you down with refreshing, cool water.
It's time for your favorite part of every day. Within seconds, enough hands appear to cover nearly every single inch of your titanic body. The sensation is incredible – every day, you seem to feel a hand grabbing some newly developed roll or fold that wasn't there before, and being touched in so many places at once is nearly enough to overload your senses entirely. It's easy to forget how enormous you really are, but this serves as a good way to remind yourself that you aren't just morbidly obese. You are several tons beyond that... and still growing fatter, every single day.
You feel how it takes several pairs of hands just to hold up one of your moobs so they can lather underneath it. You feel your ass cheeks being forced apart, dozens of hands gripping either one. You feel your arms begin to peel away from your sides, almost remembering what it was like to be able to lift them. You feel the fingertips of what must be hundreds of hands lifting your belly up off the ground, holding it in the air. And while it's held there, even more hands appear to make sure that your thighs and fatpad get a good cleaning, too. You feel everything... and it feels amazing.
After you've been sufficiently cleaned, the hands begin to lift you up off the ground again and carry you back into the garage. The heat from your body means that it doesn't take long for you to naturally dry yourself off, and then it's time for your second favorite part of the day – which lasts until you're so painfully stuffed that you can't stay awake for any longer.
Being cleaned like that made your blood start rushing to your dick... Not something that is clearly visible or anything, but the hands have been handling you long enough that they're well aware of this, and they immediately begin to take advantage of it. Despite being submerged in so much fat that it prevents you from doing anything other than getting fatter, you're still pretty passive about eating. That is, unless you have a little bit of... encouragement, to get you to pick up the pace.
Of course, they would have no problem just reaching for your dick, and finishing you off right away. Obviously that wouldn't last for the entire day, though. And they always wanted to exploit you for as long as possible when you're at your greediest.
The speed of the pump begins to increase, you feel the hands begin to push and shove your gigantic fatpad, your tiny cock jostling around deep inside, and you begin to slurp down the mixture even faster. They twist and play with your nipples. They spread apart your ass and force another tube in there, too. They lift your belly and drop it, making sure you really feel the weight of it as it slams against the ground. Everything they can to make you swallow faster.
Obviously it works. Why wouldn't it? They know exactly what to do to push your buttons in just the right way, and you spend the entire rest of the day guzzling down drums filled with fattening slop. At the end, just as you can barely keep your eyes open anymore, you get your reward. After teasing you just a little bit more, pushing in on both sides of your fatpad, almost crushing your dick inside, one hand reaches deep inside, wrapping it's fingers around it.
In an instant you cum ribbons – though your cock is buried so deep that it doesn't even escape your fatpad, leaving it damp and sticky afterwards. Your eyes begin to close, despite still chugging more shakes. You didn't manage to finish everything today, but the hands would make sure it all gets pumped into you during the night anyways.
For a moment, in your last seconds of consciousness, you wonder – what will happen when I get too fat for this garage? Surely it was bound to happen eventually, and with the rate that you were consuming calories, it seemed like it was likely to happen sooner rather than later. But, that's not a problem for you to worry about. The hands would figure things out. They always do.
