Feederism Short Stories

Walking and Getting Stuck (Logan & Peter)

Peter POV

I watched Logan get up from the bed for the first time in a few days. He had definitely gained a lot during those few days... Probably around 50, or even more.

He was already obese and struggled to  get up and walk... I was sure an extra 50 or so pounds world render him immobile. Or, enough to not want to get up, so he could gain even more, and then go past the point of never returning.

I did have to help him up, but he could stand, and walk.

"I did it! Told ya I could." Logan grinned. He put his arms up in success, quickly putting them back down though, since it was obviously tiring for him.

"Wow. I'm surprised." I put my arms around his stomach, from behind. They didn't reach all the way around.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Your affection is cute, but I'm hungry..." He complained. His stomach growled quite loudly, as if agreeing with him.

He moved my arms off of his huge belly and started walking (well, more of a waddle) towards the door.

I walked beside him and he slowly waddled across the room. "It's been so long since you left the bedroom, not counting the bathroom trips." I brought up.

"True..." His stomach started to growl again, even louder than before. Luckily, he was right at the doorway.

He opened the door and went through. Well, he tried. He was pretty much halfway through the doorway, when he just stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" I questioned. It was sort of obvious, since his fat was visibly pushing against the walls around the doorway.

"Uhm..." I saw him try to move back into the bedroom. Didn't work. He kept trying to move back and forth, but nothing was working. "I'm uhm..." I could practically hear the embarrassment in his voice.

"You're what?" I suppressed a small laugh.

"...stuck." He admitted. He kept trying to move to get unstuck, but everything failed.

"Sorry, I can't hear you." I grinned.

"I said, I'm stuck." He said a bit louder. "Now help me... I'm still hungry." His stomach growled again.

"Okay, okay, I'll try." I 'tried' pushing him through. In reality, I was barely doing anything.

Logan huffed. "Actually try!"

"I am trying." I lied. "I'm just too skinny to do anything."

"That's because you never eat anything." He mumbled as I continued to 'try' and push him

"I don't eat, so your fatass can not be hungry." I stopped pushing and poked his butt.

"When I get unstuck, I'm forcing you to eat something." He kept moving around.

"Mhm, sure." I actually started to push  him out of the doorway. "Try to go forward."

Eventually, he stumbled out of the doorway, into the living room/kitchen area.

I ignored that the doorway was slightly damaged and walked through, behind Logan.

Without looking back, he immediately waddled towards the fridge.

He looked back at me, with a look that I know from when I forcefeed Logan.

"Shit." I mumbled.