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The once active camp of adventurers is a far sight from what it used to be, you’re immediately met with a cacophony of belches, wheezes, and moans. The once serene and disciplined camp of adventurers had transformed into a den of overindulgence and hedonism. Minthara, her elven figure now ballooned to an enormous 600 pounds, sways on stools struggling to hold her weight. Her words slur together as she tries to spout insults at her fellow obese companions. “Ha! Look at you all!” Minthara’s voice was a slurred, resonant bellow. “All of you, just a bunch of lard-bloated, lazy sacks of—” she hiccupped loudly, “—of jiggling fat! I used to be fierce, you know! Now look at me—” she gestured dramatically at her own massive belly, which spilled over her lap “—I’m just as fat and useless as the rest of you!” Nearby, Lae'zel and Shadowheart, both having reached the astonishing sizes around 900 pounds, exchange insults and teases. Their rivalry, once sharp and deadly, had turned into a

I felt my body cascading over the bed, my breath quickens, both from the weight pushing down on my chest and the ultimatum my feeder just gave me. Sign away all of my belongings and assets to them or they'll stop feeding me. Trapped within the ever-expanding blob of fat, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. From my complete lack of independence and from my raging stomach begging me to sign. My body had become an unrecognizable mass, a prison of my own making. With trembling hands that were almost engulfed by layers of flesh, I struggled to sign away my worldly possessions to my feeder. I had asked for this, begged for it. "Make me bigger", "Feed me more", "Ruin me". They did everything I asked and I loved it. But now, I was paying for my lust. I used my last ounce of dexterity to grasp the pen. An everyday task for someone with a normal life but for someone like me, an unrecognizable blob, it was a herculean task. The pen felt heavy, not just in a physical sense but also in