[BEGIN LOG. DATE: 202X-08-04]

Hello? Is this thing on? Good, glad this is still working. Where to begin...

Mmm, this heavy cream is so good... I need to ask Myles for m-

No. Not yet. Hold it together, Janet. Need to get this over with first.

So this is day... thirty, I think, since Myles put that neural thingy in my head so I can write down my thoughts. Computer, is that right?

Okay, good. It's been pretty hard to keep track of time since I started chugging from the feeding tube nonstop. Every day's been pretty much the same: wake up, eat, talk to my [i]amazing[/i] boyfriend through this chat log, eat, [i]eat[/i], write a few notes for his research, eat [i]more[/i], [b]more[/b], [i]gain [b]more[/b][/i] - oops, sorry - and then sleep. It's only gotten harder since my forehead started filling out, covering up my eyes... I've seen nothing but brown fur for a week, and it's getting darker every day.

I won't need to worry about the date anymore, though. Or anything else, for that matter.

Anyway, as a little celebration... and because I have nothing else to say... I figured I'd log how I ended up here, before I forget... everything. It's really cool that this records memories, too. Just hope my mind isn't too hazy. I think I'll start... here.

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    J: Gosh, that shirt looks so [b]cute[/b]! I should see what else they've got... oop, tummy's rumbling a [i]little[/i] too much. Can't shop on an empty stomach!

Yep, there's me, just a plain old bear spending another Saturday at the mall. Head in the clouds, bags of new clothes hanging off my skinny arms, always looking for more. Gosh, I was so... restrained back then. I only loved that red sweater because it hid the hint of pudge on my tum. Those tight white shorts brought my hips out as a distraction. And those thigh-high boots? Well, they're a bit out of style now, but they were just to [i]die[/i] for - and they hid my calves jiggling.

I didn't know I'd never wear any of those again. I didn't know I wouldn't wear any of those new outfits more than once, either. Actually, wait, I usually only wore things once, but I returned half that stuff without even taking it out of the bags. All because I went to the food court that day.

All because I treated myself to some curly fries - some hot, salty, spicy, delicious fries I want a hundred orders of right n- oops, sorry.

All because I met [b]him[/b].

    M: Hey there! Is this seat taken?

    J: N- no! Go right ahead!

    M: Thanks. Say, what's such a lovely gal like you doing alone on a Saturday?

I had never met a mouse with that much charm before. Myles was - [b]is[/b] - so dreamy: that glowing white fur, that glistening blond hair slicked back into a pompadour, those bright red eyes... I was so taken aback by how handsome he was, I barely noticed him snatch a fry out of my tin and feed it to me until his fingers poked one of my lips! Ugh, I need him to stuff me so b- No! Focus!

Anyway, we talked for half an hour about... oh, so much stuff. He told me he was a scientist working on a few personal projects. He tried explaining a few of the things that he was doing, but they all just made my head spin! Whenever he noticed I was getting lost, though, he'd give me one of the kindest compliments I'd ever heard about my figure. He didn't mind at all if I had some extra pounds - if anything, he wished I didn't hide them so much!

Eventually, he had to leave, but before he did, he asked me one simple question.

    M: Have you ever wanted to just let it all go, and get lost in yourself?

    J: ...Yes.

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He completely disarmed me that day - so much that I forgot to exchange numbers! It's hard to believe that was only six months ago.

Anyway, my body started doing some funny things. At first, all my clothes just started getting tighter. I didn't change my routine too much - at least, I didn't think I did - but I was clearly putting on a couple pounds a day. After just a week, I couldn't wear anything but jackets and sweatpants, using my stretchier shirts as makeshift bras, but... I didn't really mind, somehow. I actually liked revealing more of myself for once.

At the same time, I started feeling hungrier more often. At first, I just stocked up on snacks and treated myself to an extra bite or three between meals. Soon enough, though, I was getting take out more and more often, buying dinner for two, then three, then five. The drivers started giving me dirty looks after the third week, but I didn't care. After I ate everything in one sitting, I'd just lie on my couch, rub my full tummy, and feel [i]amazing[/i]... then wish I could tell Myles about it right away, rather than wait all week.

I kept going to the mall every Saturday - I was a growing gal, and I needed the next size up on my entire wardrobe. Each time I was done, I'd go to the food court and look for Myles again. Every single time, that dashing mouse would sneak up behind me and kiss me on the cheek - a chubbier cheek than last time - and buy a few more burgers for me than the week before. Gosh, I could use a few [b]hundred[/b] right n- easy, girl. Focus.

Anyway, I'd eat my free lunch like a wild animal while he gushed over my growing figure. Two months in, though, he had a confession to make.

[BEGIN video1.mpg. DATE: 202X-04-04]

    M: Janet, I'm sorry, but... you know that weight gain formula I was telling you about? I've been sprinkling it in your drink every week. I should've told you sooner, but I needed to see what it did to someone who didn-

That was the first time [i]I[/i] kissed [i]him[/i]. He told me there was no secret love potion or anything in there, so anything I felt about him or my growing body was real. He also said he didn't mess with my fries the first time we met: I gained those first ten pounds on my own, and I barely knew what I was doing. He didn't need to tell me that, though - I knew I loved him before he said a single word to me.

M: So, do you wanna go on a... [i]date[/i] date?

J: Oh, Myles... buy me a pizza from the other stand, and we'll make [i]this[/i] our first date.

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Geez, I'm burning up a sweat just trying to remember this! I should try speeding this along. Kinda like how I sped into that relationship.

I moved in with Myles the next day. Why not? I was head over heels with him, and he really wanted to see how fast I could keep growing. After all, I managed to double my weight twice in two months all on my own. With some of the other things he was working on, he was sure I could keep doubling my weight every month, if not even more... and [i]more[/i]... and [b]more[/b]... ugh, sorry.

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It was a good thing he let me stay at home almost naked all day - I was running out of stores with clothes in my size. He had these [b]amazing[/b] lace bras and panties, though, all the way into the triple digits! Every day, he'd have me try some yoga poses in the living room while wearing some of them. Gosh, I loved how tightly they'd squeeze my breasts, their bands digging into my belly's beige blubber above and below, those briefs digging into my rear...

    M: C'mon, Janet, raise that leg a little higher!

    J: Hnng, I can't...!

I'd sweat through each of those sets like a pig, stretching that underwear to its limit until, like clockwork...

    [i]*SNAP*[/i]

    J: Oops!

    M: Oh hey, that was the last one! I'll have to fish that thong out of your crack before you sit down. Looks like we'll take that pose out of your routine, leaving us with... well, can you still lift your arms behind your head?

    J: Huff, barely, puff. Here we go...!

    M: Beautiful work, sweetheart! Since you snapped all those clothes, I've got a surprise for you... Tada!

    J: Oh? That's just... a hose?

    M: It's a lot more than just a hose, babe. Just open wide...

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That first sip of heavy cream, mixed with his weight gain stuff and lots of sweets, is still the best thing I've ever tasted. It's hard to imagine a gallon of it's rushing down my throat every second, and I barely even notice... it needs to be two, three, five, [b]te[/b]- oops.

When I was getting used to tube feeding, Miles would wheel the machine into my room every morning. He'd stick the hose into my mouth, set the pressure to something gentle, then just climb onto my belly and give me a huge hug - he could barely reach my sides the first day, and he barely even tried after that. He just loved listening to the cream slosh in my stomach... He was my king, and I was his water bed of a queen.

Half an hour. An hour. Two hours. Each session was longer than the last, until I was wasting away half the day on a mattress that was just about flattened. I'd still get up and waddle to the dining room for a meal fit for twenty, but it was getting harder to make the trek every time.

And then, one day, he asked me to take my biggest walk in a while... to the garage.

[BEGIN video3.mpg. DATE: 202X-06-08]

    M: Just a few more steps, darling!

    J: Huff, babe, puff, I can't, huff, so hungry...!

    M: You're almost there, babe! Just get nice and centered and... there! You can sit down now!

    J: Argh!

    [b]*FWOMP*[/b]

    M: Woah, nelly! You almost landed on me!

    [b]*SMACK*[/b]

    J: Ahhh! Puff, what if I did, huff?

    M: Then I'd be stuck under there for good, silly! It's not like you're ever getting up again... Welcome to your final stop, babe! I bought you a big seven layer cake to celebrate!

    J: Yes, pleeease feed me, huffff! I'm staaarving...

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Yes... Feed me... Final stop... Never walk again...

[BEGIN video4.mpg. DATE: 202X-06-15]

    M: Babe, relax! I can see those street-clearing hips jiggling! I'm coming with the hose, don't worry."

    J: Moooore...

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Never need to move again... never wanna move again...

[BEGIN video5.mpg. DATE: 202X-06-28]

    M: Try one more time, honey!

    J: Aaaagh! Hfffff...!

M: Heh! I think your elbow actually moved that time! Well, I think your arm's much better as a pillow... or a blanket, heh. Let me crank up the pressure for you, you burned way too many calories there...

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So soft... More soft... Need more pressure... More food...

[BEGIN video6.mpg. DATE: 202X-07-03]

    J: Mmmph! Thoo heavyyyyy!

    M: Babe, it's just Jello! Here, let me help you chew...

    J: Mmmph... shoooo huuuunghryyyyy...

    M: Okay, I'll move the neural link install up to tonight. Just open your mouth one more time, honey, then you can rest your mouth for good...

[END video6.mpg]

More, [i]more[/i], eat [b]more[/b]! [b]Gain more![/b] Until I...

[BEGIN video7.mpg. DATE: 202X-07-20]

    M: Okay, hun, your index fingers didn't move that time. Those pinkies sure are lively, though! Wait, what's that on the readout... you can't see the window? No problem, babe! I'll just have the computer wake you up when it's morning.

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Until...

[BEGIN videoZZ.mpg. DATE: 202X-07-29]

    M: Huff, sorry, huff, it's getting, huff, a little tough to climb onto you. I don't think I can keep coming up here, babe - I'm kinda pinned against the ceiling right now. I should've made the video stream two way, I'm such an idiot. Gosh, this fold is so heavy... Janet, I love you more than anything else in the world. Every new inch of you is more gorgeous than the last. I'll always take care of you, I promise. Just gotta find a new place to live...

[END videoZZ.mpg]

...

Okay. I'm fine.

This morning, I tried to wiggle my fingers, like I've been doing for the past couple weeks. One final test for Myles. And this time, well, I couldn't do it. I couldn't even make my pinkies budge! I've just got four fat sausages on those cake-like paws now, and I- mmm... sausage... [b]cake[/b]...

No. No! Just a few more seconds!

Anyway, those were the last bits of me that could move, so... well, I can still blink, but it doesn't do me any good, heh. But uh, yeah! I'm completely and totally immobile, lost in myself without a hope of ever losing a single pound. All I can ever do is get even fatter, eating more and more for the rest of my life, and I absolutely [b]love[/b] it. And since things aren't really gonna change from here on, well... why think about anything else?

Let's see, what should I sign off with...? Oh, of course!

[b]I love you, Myles![/b]

Okay, I guess that's it. Well, time to let it all go. Here goes nothing...

Want more. Need more. More food. More drink. More fat. More [b]me[/b]. Bigger. Fatter. [i]Faster[/i]! Eat more! Need more! Give me [b]more[/b]! More food! Eat, eat, more food, bigger, [b]bigger, more, MORE, EAT MORE NEED MORE BE MORE [i]EAT MORE MORE FOOD EAT EAT EAT EAT[/i][/b]

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