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So, my current chair is use for basically everything is a Secretlab Titan XL 2020, but it is actually not the first chair I bought. Back in 2020, when the whole world went to shit, I needed an actual chair, since I was doing study, and needed a comfy place to work and at the time I was using a shitty dining room chair that was old and falling apart.

So anyway, I bought a chair from a company that I had some trust in, yknow, it shipped and all that, it was good, it showed up and I used it for less than a year because I was growing so quickly that I had bent the metal panel that the chair sits on, so it was always at like a 12 degree angle to the floor when not being used. I used to have photos but they're gone now sadly.

I remember when you first moved in with me. You were so skinny back then. So skinny and so full of stress. Distraught over how you lost your job and repeatedly promising me that you "won't be here for too long" and that it would only be until you got back on your feet. Of course I didn't mind your presence one bit and welcomed you with open arms; after all, it's a daddy's duty to take care of his boy - is it not?

I gave you a warm comfy bed to sleep in and kept you well fed while you passionately searched for a new job. I even gave you some sweet treats of encouragement while you did. But even with how hard you tried none of those applications seemed to stick and job offers kept slipping from your grasp. It just pained me to see you so frustrated like that so I encouraged you to relax more.

"Jobs will always be out there waiting for you. No need to hurry and find a new one. Go watch some TV, play some video games, eat some food and relax~."

And it seemed like you took my advise to heart as more and more I would find you sprawled out on the couch watching TV and snacking on some junk food. You still kept looking for work but the gaps between those interviews kept getting wider and wider. Nevertheless, after every rejection I was always there to comfort you with a big bowl of your favorite food and a movie to snuggle to. The time between your interviews wasn't the only thing getting wider either. All that snacking and lazing about steadily smothered that lean frame of yours under a thick layer of fat that made your shirts ride up your doughy gut and your pants split down the center of your bubble butt. But I was more than happy to pick out some new, bigger, clothes for my precious growing boy.

Eventually you seemed to give up on looking for work entirely, or perhaps it slipped from your mind entirely, choosing to laze around the house and stuffing your face instead. I made sure to keep you well fed with three extra large meals a day plus a massive dessert. You barely had to lift a finger and that's just how I wanted it. That's when your weight gain started really accelerating as you outgrew those XL shirts I bought you... And then the XXLs... and then the XXXLs in just a few months. And the fatter you got the lazier you grew, becoming more and more dependent on me to take care of you. Bringing you meals in bed, washing your blubbery body, rubbing down your bloated belly when you ate too much, even jerking you off when your fat swallowed your cock... You didn't even care when I started calling you "my son", "my boy" or even "my piggy".

As you got lazier you even stopped caring about basic manners. No longer were requests punctuated with "please" or honored with "thank you" they just became greedy demands of "Turn on the TV", "Feed me", "Jerk me off". You expelled burps and farts whenever you felt them arise and basked in their acrid odor afterwards. Walking to the shower was becoming more and more of a herculean task as your body continued to swell with heavy lard so you simply gave in to laying in bed stewing in your own sweat and grime.

Ironically, as you grew your world shrank to just the tiny room you were anchored in. Your only window to the outside world being the television you stared blankly at 24/7 but all it showed you was trash programming and gainer porn that fried your brain and dulled you senses. Your sentences became more and more simple and your words became more slurred, like a toddler or a cave man, as you struggled to use your mouth for anything other than eating. All the useless knowledge you spent so many years accumulating slowly faded away as you became wholly dependent on me for everything, and daddy is happy to take care of his big blob boy.

All that was how you ended up as you are today. A massive, bed-bound mound of hairy disgusting fat. Wallowing in his own filth. Barely recognizable as a man. No clothes save for the massive, over filled, diaper your daddy put you in when you stopped remembering how to hold in your shit and piss so you stopped making such a mess in your bed. What little scrap of your old self that could feel shame protested against the padding but daddy knows best for his boy and you soon realized how comfy it was to just relieve yourself into it without thinking. There's always that constant strained wheezing as you stare blankly at the TV from the hundreds of pounds of lard crushing down on your poor lungs, even with the extra oxygen being pumped into your nose you still struggle to breath. A bigger mask would help you breathe but that would require me to take out the hose that constantly feeds you that delicious gainer shake you love so much. And I can't let my boy go hungry now can I? The only thing I let you do for yourself is control the remote to the vibrating cock ring I put around that oh so needy little cock of yours that's trapped underneath leagues of gluttonous disgusting hog fat. All you have to do is press the button and it stimulates your sunken shaft until you fire another puny useless load from your abused balls. Who knows what kind of greasy, foul, grime has accumulated down there over the years. You're nothing but a braindead pile of lard, completely and utterly addicted to eating and jerking off, too dumb to even realize what a grotesque slovenly blob he's become.

You make your daddy so proud,

Look at that, it's another set of images to enjoy and look at and drool over! I may, or may not, but definitely am, very incredibly fat (And I look good in pink lighting lol)

- most weight you've gained in a year?

Biggest fat fantasy?

One thing that would make my gaining easier? This is a tough one. It's a tossup between a full time feeder and just... money. Money means i can buy food, but a full time feeder would help me eat more passively and gain consistently and encourage me to keep getting fatter.