Long gone was the once-thin umbreon, in his place was a fatty who’s belly never left the floor. Every day spent stuffing himself, or being stuffed by his caretaker, until his stomach bloated so full and so far with food, that he couldn’t even touch his hands together past it. He’d long since shed his clothing from size alone, the cold floor and hard surfaces of the lab he was held in shaking him to reality for only a few mere moments before his feeder came back.
Every hour of every day was filled with stuffing, at this point, Arch couldn’t even think about what it was like to have a empty stomach. He had been moved to a soft bed at some point, more comfortable than the hard lab he had originally been in- though now he was far too comfortable to even shake himself back to reality for very long. Even as he felt his gut spread further and further from himself every day, he was loving every second of it, his mind melting away with the headset.
His feeder said he’d only need it for a few days now, that once he was big enough, and fueled on enough gluttony, that he wouldn’t need to be trained anymore. Most of the words had gone over his head- any questions he asked had him shushed as more food was shoved down his gullet. Some days, he’d have a hose of echrius fuel shoved into his gullet, pumping him fuller than he’d ever been before.
Feeling his feeder rub her hands over his gut was nice now, being squished around. He hadn’t stood up in days, no activity beyond moving his hands to bring food to his own face- and even then often times he was being fed on his own. He had to wonder- why was he so worried before? He felt like he was in heaven!