(M/M, magic, extreme/rapid wg, immobility)
A feeder and his feedee: the perfect two people for each other. One focuses on growing fatter, and the other focuses on making him fatter. Every new roll, stretch mark, and curve is proof of their hard work together, and both of them relish every new pound gained.
... That's the idea, at least. For me and my boyfriend, me being the gainer and him being the feeder... we haven't had as much success as we hoped. Sure, I had put on some weight, and being about 250 pounds did make me heavier than the average, but not by that much. And we both wanted me heavier by a lot more than that much.
I was disappointed, but had ultimately accepted that gaining weight was going to be a lot harder than I expected. My metabolism was just too good, I guess. But my boyfriend didn't want to wait, and began researching other options... I didn't really like the sound of that, but I trusted him, and I believed that if he found something that he thought was worth it, then it really would be.
So, that brings us to this dingy looking clinic in an alleyway. I felt on edge outside, but on the inside it seemed... normal enough. He spoke to the receptionist, and we were led down the hallway into one of the rooms. A man in a lab coat was waiting for us inside, and he explained what was going to happen to me.
"... Essentially, your digestive system will begin to react differently to food, directly depending on how much you enjoy it. The more you like something, the fatter it'll make you." He paused, waiting in case we had anything to say.
It sounded pretty perfect to me... almost too good to be true, actually. "Is there... some kind of catch?"
He laughed. "Isn't that what a curse is supposed to be? This is the catch. I'm just skipping the part where I trick you into it. But I will ask you both again: you're really sure that you want this? Once it's done, you're gonna be stuck like that forever."
After a moment of contemplation, we both nodded in agreement. And after that... I can't really remember what happened, actually. Not until we were back in the car, driving home. And I went to bed feeling... pretty much the same as I always did.
But something had definitely changed. For the first time in months, the number on the scale was starting to go up again. And over the next couple months, I tried all kinds of different foods to see what would affect me the most.
I honestly didn't even know what would be the best for fattening me up, since I was so used to just eating greasy junk food all the time. I was excited to try different things, and my boyfriend was also excited about getting better at cooking for me.
The curse worked even better than I thought it would, and I was getting fat fast. I was putting on at least a pound a day, but usually more than that. In no time at all I felt my belly hanging a little lower and my clothes getting a little tighter as I grew past 300 pounds.
My boyfriend was getting more and more confident, and I felt so lucky to be able to try so many delicious foods. He made even better versions of things I already knew I liked, like pizzas, sandwiches, milkshakes, and cakes. And every time I got to try something new, I loved that too. But maybe that was just because I loved how much he did for me.
As the next hundred pound goal got closer and closer, it got harder for me to fit into my old clothes. My boyfriend loved to sit next to me and rub my belly while I ate; encouraging me to eat even more, while feeling how much softer I was becoming and watching my shirt stretch around my packed stomach.
I was eating pretty much all the time, whether that be a full course meal, or just snacking to keep myself full. Until one day, when my boyfriend got asked to stay a little while longer at work. For the average person that wouldn't really be a problem, but my appetite wasn't really comparable to the average person anymore.