Finley POV

I poked my head through the purposely too small doorway, that only somebody skinny, like me, could fit through. "Elliot?" I whispered. "You up yet?"

He responded with a small, cute noise, barely moving his arm up in my direction. Soon, he won't be able to move that arm at all.

I smiled. "There my boy is." I walked in, sitting on the giant bed, right beside him.

Even with the biggest bed I could find, he took up most of it with all of his soft, beautiful, amazing fat.

I laid my head beside his, probably around where the shoulder is hidden.

Even with his cheeks, that could probably be classified as obese just by themselves, limiting most of his ability to make facial expressions, or talk, I could see a small smile.

I shook some of his stomach fat, causing a chain reaction of juggling throughout his many rolls. "Damn. Soon, you're going to rip the only shirt and pants you have left. But... that wouldn't be a bad thing... just more skin for me to see."

"Open your mouth." I ordered, pouring an extra-large weight gain shake into his mouth. He drank of all it as fast as I poured it down his throat.

There was an audible ripping sound, and I glanced over at his pants. There were rips all over them, especially around the thighs and groin.

"Look at that... they're gone." I looked back at his face. "Your shirt is next." I said before forcing more of the shake down his throat.

The tens of thousands of calories slowly added to his already huge figure. His pants were ripped apart even more until they were just small pieces of fabric sticking to his leg with sweat.

His shirt, which somehow had covered all of his fat, slowly started to ride up his fat covered stomach. A giant stomach resting on his legs, complete with all of his so soft rolls.

Then, the shirt ripped in half, and the sleeves came apart, revealing his huge, meaty arms.

"There it is." I grinned, putting the empty cup down. Even while being an extra large, it was almost nothing to Elliot. I had only brought it in here, knowing that it was just enough to make his clothes rip apart.

He made a small, excited squeal as he saw and felt the clothes rip apart. He loved stuff like this... and so did I.

I laughed at the noise. "You're adorable." I buried my face in the mountain of fat that was beside me, hugging it.

He made another happy noise.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumble, that almost sounded like the beginning of an earthquake, that came out of Elliot's stomach. He whimpered.

"Alright, alright, I get it. You're hungry. I'll get your food." I got up and ran off to grab the giant jugs of liquidified, calorie packed food.