Life as a living mountain.

The next few months were nothing but a blur of of every fattening pleasure for you

You adapted surprisingly quickly to being completely and totally immobile, sure, sometimes you missed stuff like being a sports star or being able to move under your own power,but this was infinitely better, you were an object of worship now, an icon to gluttony and lust, a man who had,against all rules of nature, managed to fatten himself up so much that he was now anchored in place, a beached whale if there ever was on

Your fathers college,and soon the rest of the city, reworked all their efforts into your ever growing body, in less that a week after your “coronation” you had become the eye of the storm for a new wave of fattening, men from all over the world would come to you, to give their cum to the myriad feeding tubes around your mountainous body,all tubes leading to either your mouth or your massive ass

Politicians,millionaires and world renown actors and singers would come to you,to the living monolith of obesity you had become,and they would worship you,they would climb against your many folds and hump them until each crevice of your vast body was drowned in seed (the fact that you were so large that men had to CLIMB you brought you to even higher levels of arousal) , chefs of wide renown would make a climb to your fat buried face and hand feed you exotic feasts from corners of the world you had never heard of, dignitaries from powerful countries would beg to be allowed to pleasure your bouquet of cocks,all 6 of them now well over 5000 feet long, into an even bigger and longer orgasm

You didn't even remember a time where you were *not* cumming your brains out, the pleasure was so mind blowing that you would end up going into multiple sex comas for days at a time, and each time you woke up,you would see either your father, or your brother, or one of your friends,or even your former rival Damien waiting to give you an update on your weight, o this location,it was Damien,who was happy to tell you that you were close to passing 2 millions pounds of fat

Of course,everyone else was also packing on the pounds,it probably helped that your cum was effectively the most fattening substance on the planet,and your cocks and tits were spewing lake’s worth of the stuff every second, your father,who at this point was well over 900,000 pounds of manly fat,told you that they had started to bottle and sell the stuff to other countries,and the money he was making was enough to guarantee that your entire family would not have to work for a single day of their lives

Of course,this brought you truly insane levels of pleasure,after all, you had witched for men to love fattening other men just as much as fattening themselves,and it just so happened that you were included on that wish,so, being the epicenter of a ultra fattening craze was driving you up the walls with need,you had effectively created a feedback loop, the masses would feed ad fuck you bigger,which would make your cum all the more fattening,which would make the masses bigger and in turn make the cum they feed you more fattening, repeat.

It was basically paradise for you, and all you had to do was continue to sit on your earth shattering fatass and ride that wave of fat and sex as far as it would take you,there was however, just one small problem

You had lost the wishing powder, or more specifically,you could not reach it anymore

You could feel the baggie of powder (or was it a jar? You were not sure anymore) under one of your dozen chin rolls,but you had no way to reach it now,your arms were now useless piles of fat that could not even so much as bend,your hands so fattened that something as simple as making a fist was out of the question,there was no way for you to actually get to the powder, but there was another option

Have someone bring the powder to you

And you knew just who that someone would be,Damien, that man was head over heels in love with you,and you were sure he would go to the dampest,muskiest crevices of your body to fish out the powder,but he would have questions, he would want to know what the powder was or why you wanted,he may even tasted it himself,it was a huge risk

But the primal part in your brain brushed all worries aside,you wanted more,and the powder could get you more,simple as it gets