Peter POV

I woke up, sitting up and rubbing the blurriness out of my eyes. I could slightly feel my slightly chubbier cheeks.

Right beside me was my amazing boyfriend, Logan. I had been using him, basically as a pillow, while we were on the couch.

He had fallen asleep too, and still wasn't awake.

I moved slightly so I wouldn't wake him up, and stood up.

I almost fell again, but I could stand. I looked down at my now chubby belly, trying to cover it up with my t-shirt. I failed. I guess it was a crop top or something now...

I noticed that the other half of the chocolate cake I ate eariler was still out.

I walked over, sitting back on the stool I was on eariler.

I started to dig into it again, just picking up the precut pieces and shoving them into my mouth.

After only one piece, the stool started to creak. I didn't notice, immediately grabbing another piece. As soon as I was done with that one, I grabbed and  ate another one, etc, etc. With every bite, I could pretty much feel the pounds slowly adding to my already overweight figure.

After only a few minutes, I was already finishing off the last piece.

I shoved the last bite into my mouth. At this point, the stool was creaking just from me breathing.

I heard footsteps from behind me. Logan was up.

"Don't break the stool, it's your last one." I felt Logan's huge arms wrap around my exposed stomach from behind.

"I'm not going to break it... I'm not even that big." I looked down at my belly.

Without saying anything, Logan grabbed handfuls of my fat and jiggled it, trying to prove me wrong by just that.

Even with the massive handfuls of my fat in his hands, there was a lot of other fat that also jiggled. Chain reaction.

"Stop." I turned around and glared at him.

"Just proving that, you are big." He smiled. He moved his arms off of my stomach.

"I'm not big, you are. I'm only like..." I looked back down at my stomach, poking it and watching it jiggle. "Slightly over half your weight now." I looked up at him.

"That's still obese." He walked over to the fridge, taking out something. He put it on the counter. Another chocolate cake, though it seemed even more fattening, somehow."

"No it's not, I only ate one cake. Besides, I don't even have a double chin. Or stomach rolls." I said.

Logan looked down at my stomach, putting a hand between my, now two bellies. How did a single cake do all this...?

"H-how?" I mumbled. I felt for a double chin, and it was there too. It was just a cake, there was no way I already had rolls and everything.

"Here. Celebration piece." He handed me a piece of the new cake.

It was a single piece. No harm in it. "Okay..." I took the piece and ate it.

The stool broke as soon as I swallowed the last bite. I fell on my stomach, and somehow, it cushioned my fall. It was that big.

"Ugh..." I attempted to get up, but my belly was weighing me down. I kept trying to get up, but it wasn't working.

"Logan... help..." I mumbled. "I can't get up..." I rocked back and forth, attempting to get on my back or something. It didn't work.

"I told you that you're huge." He bent down slightly, somehow, and helped me sit up.

"I'm not fat." I mumbled, attempting to stand up. It wasn't working. I just gave up and sat there, on the floor.

Logan got the cake from the counter and sat down beside me, putting the cake in front of me.

"You're definitely fat." He glanced at my pants, that looked like they were about to explode. He looked back at me and just put his hand on my belly.

"I am not." I grabbed a piece of the new cake, eating it pretty fast, as usual.

"Yes, you are. You'll probably be bigger than me by the end of the day."

"No I won't." I finished off the third piece. "I'll never get at big as you. And I don't want to be."

"Mhm..." Even though he was bigger than me, he managed to stand up, even with his size, and picked up the cake, walking off to the bedroom with it.

"Hey!" I frowned. "Give me my cake back." I kept trying to get up.

He came back, without the cake. He held out his arms, helping me get up.

I held onto his arm so I didn't fall into the floor again. "Where is my cake?" I whimpered. It sorta felt weird... I was usually the feeder. Now I'm a fat, barely able to walk, idiot, addicted to some cake...

"It's in the bedroom. C'mon." We started to walk towards the bedroom doorway, still damaged from when he got stuck in it.

Neither of us got stuck this time, but it was really close. Especially for me.

I managed to climb up onto the huge mattress. "Finally..." I mumbled, laying down. I was tired from walking across the two rooms, heavily breathing.

Logan climbed on the bed, on the other side. Since I was only a bit 'obese', we both managed to fit. Barely, though.

I found the cake on the end table, on my side. Logan snuggled up as close as he could to me, since he knew I didn't want to move where I couldn't reach the cake.

I grabbed the forth piece, shoving it down my own throat quickly.

"Hey, Peter, slow down, you might end up even bigger than I am, and not even realize it."

I just shook my head slightly, staring on the fifth piece. Suddenly, I heard a pop, and a bunch of rips.

I looked down at my pants. The button had popped off, and they had ripped open. My shirt also busted open, so all I was wearing was just my underwear.

I started the 6th piece as I frowned down at my almost naked body. My underwear wasn't even visible, it was buried under all of my stomach and leg fat.

There were 3 rolls of stomach fat now, especially as I finished off the 7th piece. Logan just watched in awe as, after the 7th piece, I was already around his size.

After the 8th piece, I was visibly bigger than Logan. At the point, I was probably 35~ pounds bigger than Logan.

I reached for another piece of cake, but that was the last piece.

Logan put both of his hands on top of my now massive stomach. "Damn..." He mumbled.

"What?" I was breathing heavily.

"I was right." He shook my stomach around, messing with the massive amounts of fat all over my body.

"About what?" I reached for both of his arms to move them off of me, but he moved them just out of reach, onto my thighs. "Not fair..." I mumbled.

"About you becoming bigger than me. You're bigger than me, by at least 10 pounds." Logan grinned.

"I am not." I poked his belly. "You're way bigger."

"I can prove it." Logan got up, grabbing something from the bathroom. He put it on the floor, on my side of my bed.

"What is that?" I learned over slightly to peek over the bed, but I couldn't see it.

"Get off the bed and you'll see."

"Alright." I moved so my legs were hanging off of the bed, and got off, standing up. Logan had to help me stand, since I wasn't even used to standing when I was chubby, let alone how heavy I was now.

He made me step onto something, but my belly was in the way, so I couldn't see it.

"856..." He looked up at me. "Pretty sure you've broken some kind of fat record."

"856 what?"

"Pounds. You're 856 pounds." Logan jiggled my belly again. "All of pure f a t."

"I was literally 80 yesterday..." I mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're not now." He helped me climb back onto the bed. "You're officially way over severely obese. Immobile." He stepped on the weight himself.

"Wha- I am not immobile! I was just walking! I'll never become immobile."

"You were standing, with assistance. You can't walk or stand without assistance. That's immobile."

He could somehow see the numbers of the scale when he was on the scale. "I'm 829. You're 27 entire pounds heavier than me."

"Ohmygod..." I mumbled.

Before he climbed back into bed, he went into the kitchen and came back with a giant jug of something and a giant cake, bigger than the last one.

He put it on my end table and climbed back into bed, laying his head on my stomach, closing his eyes.

I glanced over at the food.

I was already past the point of no return... might as well go even farther.