Wrote another 2nd person weight gain story out of boredom, please inform me if you find and spelling or grammatical mistakes!
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Since the day you’ve moved in you knew that your waistline was going to balloon up in size, but not to this degree. Yet, we better go back in time a little bit so you properly remember what led up to you becoming yet another greedy piggy in the herd.

There was one simple reason for why you moved into this cursed suburban town: The housing was really cheap. ‘The rent was only twenty dollars a month? What a steal!’ you thought to yourself as you began to unpack your boxes full of supplies, the nice smell of the place bringing back nostalgic memories of grandma’s house. You were always a city person since the day you were born, you forgot the smell of something so, well, quaint.

Yet something was off. You don’t remember seeing any sign of human life around you. I mean, you got there really late at night to be fair, but it’s weird how a single soul didn’t walk nor drove by you. That is until your neighbor walked, or well, waddled to your door. And for you to realize the situation you were in as a fitness couch.

You didn’t even hear her loud trudge as she came up to your door, you were preoccupied with getting your television set up when she knocked. Making your way to the door you didn’t think you’d see something of ample proportions greeting you. To say it as nice as possible, she was beyond morbidly obese, barely looking human as her lard-laced form sweat like no tomorrow. It was surprising she could even move at her size. Her tits and stomach were obscuring her face as they got crammed in the doorway, it clearly being too small for the whale to get through.
“H-heyyyy… haaah..” Her airy voice said through heavy breaths “I-i Ssheee… Y-yo hooooh.. You jushtt movehhd inn!..~ I-i thoughhsth it’d be ni-... niihce iff I gaveeh you aah ghiftt!” She exclaimed before you noticed she was holding a batch of cupcakes in her hammy hands, must’ve been obscured under her rack.

“O-oh thanks~” You nervously thanked as you took them out of her hands, with no intention of eating them.

“N-no problemmh… C-cahn you help mee ghett ouut~” She pleaded as her wobbling mass tried her best to free itself, forcing your hand to oblige unless you wanted a permanent, gluttonous door wedge.

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After assisting her to her house you realized something about the local residents as you peeped through their windows. ‘Dear god, they’re as obese as this effin’ butterball!’ You genuinely thought it was an one-off occurrence of hedonism, but no, everyone you saw was a bumbling fatso. You started to realize why the rent was so low, this town must’ve been cursed in some way by some gluttony demon or something. How else would everyone weigh nearly a ton by your estimates?

Sitting down on your couch you were stressing over the situation. You knew there and then you were either forced into working hard to make the residents lose all of that flab, or joining them in their ways, or well weights. With the built up tension inside of you began to bite into the nearest snack you had, one of your bad habits of a chubby teenager coming back to bite you hard. It was the cupcake your neighbor made. You realized soon why they all became so hefty.

With only a couple of bites your abs were instantly erased and replaced by a soft belly, it now peaking under your tank top as it began to fill your lap. Your once modest chest now pressing against your clothes with newfound ample softness, it being held back by the straps containing the beasts. Your thighs were already beginning to scrape against one another as your ass was barely being contained by your tight shorts. A second chin already beginning to form.

Once you noticed what had happened you threw the cupcake across the room, conveniently landing into the trash bin. You examined the damages as you realized that if all of this happened based off of a few bites, then how bad was the rest of the food here. You didn’t pack any food from home… ‘Oh god, this isn’t going to end well’ you thought to yourself as you recognized this was the heaviest you’ve ever been. ‘M-maybe they’ll have some healthy food at the supermarket. Y-yeah~’ You pondered as you made your way to your car, hating how every step caused your form to jiggle.

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Spoiler alert: There wasn’t any healthy food in the supermarket, no fruit, no vegetables, nothing. Everything was replaced by this crap. Cakes, doughnuts, cookies, the list went on & on. Hell you swore you saw a couple of people getting fatter right before your eyes. ‘Everything in this hellscape must be reinforced…’ your mind groaned as you drove back home, your stomach urging you to grab a meal on the way back.

You tried to ignore it, dear god you tried to ignore it. Yet you lost that battle as you made your way into a restaurant named ‘Scooters.’

Eying it on the highway you saw how packed it was on the outside, but not how heavily packed with lard it was on the inside. In your virgin eyes it looked like a personal gluttonous hell. The distinct ‘bzzzzz’ of the waitresses mobility scooters fighting the sounds of pure hedonistic pleasure, bellies of many ages pressing against the suffocatingly spaced out tables, the hot sweaty mass radiating into the air making the place as hot as a goddamn sauna. ‘Yep, this isn’t going to end well.’

You were about to leave before being stopped by a lumbering waitress, her stomach drooping onto her feet as she strolled around. “Hiii~ Wheeclcomehhh too scoohtherrssh!.. Wwhatt whilleh you whanntteh?..~” She asked in her revealing clothes, leaving little to the imagination.

“I-i’m sorry, I was about to leav-” You were about to finish before being cut off

“Yhoou knhowww fhristhh thimme… mmmph.. cuuhshtoomerrrs gheett theirrr mealssh freeee?” She added on as she tried to rope you back in.

It worked, your stomach was killing you after all. ‘I am just going to have a couple of bites before ditching this place, okay?’ you thought as another waitress delivered your food. Somehow even with their lard-lacen frames they were still quite speedy with their deliveries. Placing down the plate you realized how stupidly extravagant these fast-food delicacies were, everything must’ve been in their super-sized variant…

Picking up a french fry that was thicker than your thumb you gulped from nervousness, ‘This is sooooo gonna kill my waistline…’ you thought before placing the salty schlock in your mouth, biting into it, and chewing.

You took your first bite.

Then you took another bite.

Then another, and another bite…

Your eyes lit up in ecstasy as you felt your taste buds yearn more of this explosion of flavor, this was seriously the best food you’ve ever had! Joining the hungering chorus of “Morreeeeh Pleeasheeee~” you joined these piggies in their feasting, stuffing the savory food down your mouth like your life depended on it. Your other teenage vice of overeating came back to bite you hard, and this time it was going to need a full-course meal to be satiated!

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Soon enough you had finished off your meal, letting out a long winded burp to show your satisfaction of the free food! Yet as you tried to get up from your seat you quickly remembered why you didn’t want to eat anything from this hellscape. Your chest was free from their confinement and were beginning to take up some of your vision, even if they were drooping down the sides of your enormous gut that nearly went down to your toes. Your hips and arse filled out the entire widened booth, and then some as it leaked down the sides of the creaking wood. All your clothes were ripped into smithereens, even your sneakers weren’t safe from the ever expanding lard, breaking from the inside due to some beyond hammy toes.

Placing your sausage fingers on the table you tried your hardest to shuffle your way out your seat, slowly making progress as no one batted an eye, they were too occupied stuffing themselves silly after all. Yet surely enough after ten minutes of long work (and the strangely deafening want for more of this crap) you finally got out of the now cramp booth!

..You tripped after your first step of freedom, not used to the beyond eight-hundred pounds you’ve gained over the course of one day. “T-thaat’shh itttssh… Nnnhoooo morreeeh… haaaah. fhattshyyy fhooodd u-unthilll Ihhh’mmm… mmmph.. shkinnny aghainnn!..” You proclaimed to yourself in heavy breaths as you tried to lift up your sweat-ridden form off of the floor.

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It has been a year since you’ve moved in, a lot has changed over the course of three hundred and sixty-five days. First of all you’ve become more servile, accepting and willing to go along with others. Secondly you’ve gained a romantic partner! You’ve never met them in person due to your busy schedules, but you two constantly video call when you have the time!

Oh yeah, and you’ve become another blob-pile in this appalling place.

Having lost mobility months ago all you could truly do in your infinite free time was eat as your robotic caretakers made sure you were well fed. You might’ve filled up your entire house with your soft flesh, but the more you gained the more you loved this physique of yours. A year ago you would’ve found that sickening, but now you adore each fold of yours as you ate from your feeding tube! Chugging down the most calorie-dense meals known to the world! Everyone could relate to you in this small town, no one was the original & correct weight, but no one cared. Gluttonous hedonism was the way to go!