Type Green:
The premise is that a horny high school senior in a small town is daydreaming in class one day about his hot teacher. She’s fine, but he likes them a little bigger - maybe a few more cup sizes and she’d be perfect.
He looks up, and her tits are the size of bowling balls, hanging out of her blouse, threatening to burst out of her poor overtaxed bra. She’s carrying on like she’s always had these - and nobody else reacts either.
He thinks he’s losing it for a bit, but he imagines her with a fat ass to match - and sure enough, her jeans are on the brink of bursting.
Unfortunately, she’s gone the next day. Maybe there was photo evidence of the before - who knows. So he takes a different approach. What if the hot cheerleader gains just a little weight in the tits each day? What if the loud Latina girl suddenly felt hungry all the time? What if another teacher got just a little bit shorter and a little bit fatter every day?
Sure enough, it works. It takes a bit to see the results, but it isn’t too long before the cheerleader’s tits are almost flopping out of the uniform. The Latina’s gained a beer belly that hangs out of her jeans. The poor English teacher is a shortstack who can barely use the blackboard between her tits in the way and the height of the board.
One day, however, a woman shows up at his home (he lives alone, divorced parents, dad’s a trucker). Asian, in her early thirties, very buttoned up and professional. Maybe she’s a door to door salesman of some sort? But she’s asking questions. Weirdly specific questions. Too many of them.
Then she pulls a gun on him and shoots. The bullet hangs in the air - and falls to the ground. He commands her to pass out, and she collapses into the home. It takes a while, but before too long, she’s trussed up in the basement, tied down on a bed with cuffs on her hands and feet to each corner. She wakes up and first starts to threaten him, saying that the agency she works for will come looking, and that if he cooperates, he’ll be okay. He goes and fetches a huge shake of melted ice cream and lard, and commands her to guzzle it down - and she does. She moans and protests, but chokes it down through tears and a stomach that looks ready to burst.
The students and teachers take a bit of a backseat in his priority list. The agent is subjected to all sorts of things - made to chug alcohol and soda and lentils, making her a burping, farting mess. Made to smear melted butter all over her greasy, sweaty body. Forced to stretch her poor belly to the maximum every meal and every day. Jumping jacks with weights tied around her growing breasts. Maybe even induced lactation. By the end of the year, she’s gained over two hundred pounds - completely pale from being trapped indoors, with a bulging beach-ball gut covered in stretch marks, sagging watermelon udders that drip milk from nipples the size of thumbs, constant burping and gas. Her authority and threatening demeanor are completely gone - she begs to be let go, says she’ll never come back, that she’ll do anything to be free. He gives her an opportunity - if she can complete a truly enormous feast within a twenty four hour window, he’ll let her go. She stuffs herself to the brim for hours, putting down trays of lasagna, several boxes of donuts, a full three-tier cake, multiple liters of soda - but she can’t finish.
We skip a while into the future, perhaps a decade. He owns a large, successful diner into the town - and curiously, almost every woman in town is fat to some extent. He never did turn off some of the changes he’d made, and many of them are customers to this day - the cheerleader’s tits are absolutely enormous, although the rest of her has grown to match. The Latina with the unceasing hunger is nearly immobile these days, almost permanently seated on the couch, her enormous apron belly drooping down between her cellulite-covered legs and touching the floor. He delivers food to her trashed out trailer near-daily. There’s others, of course - his hostess, whose ass and sattlebags nearly cover two full chairs, despite her almost-normal upper half. The shortstack teacher, who’s almost as round as she is tall at this point. He’s married his childhood crush, who just can’t seem to stop gaining weight, ballooning from a flat-chested and thin stick of a girl to a bloated, burping hog. No matter how hard she tries, or what diet she goes on, or how much she exercises, the scale only goes up and up. He assures her she’s still sexy, despite everything. If only she know it was entirely his fault.
As for the poor agent? Well. She’s in the basement of the diner, still fattening up. Probably the fattest person alive at this point, maybe a ton. Completely immobilized by her own bulk. Her legs are as thick around as tree trunks, toes so fat that they can’t even wiggle anymore, feet being enveloped near-completely by cankles. Her belly is almost as tall as she was standing, as wide around as several people, keeping her permanently pinned to the enormous bed she lays on. Her arms haven’t moved in years, her forearms and upper arms the size of pillows, fingers and digits just rolls of fat. Her enormous drooping breasts hang to each side, with a milking machine squeezing and milking her engorged nipples, closer in appearance and size to a cow’s teats than anything. They’re nearly four feet long, each almost as heavy as the agent herself before all this, saggy and drooping towards the floor from gravity and size. Her face is nearly-immobilized, with fat cheeks and jowls, and so much fat around her neck that “triple chin” or “quadruple chin” is barely an apt description. (In total, she looks something like this: https://www.deviantart.com/studiofa/art/Kitchen-Bed-2-210700535). The diner serves food fresh every day - all the leftover ingredients are cooked, blended up into a slurry, and piped into her perpetually rumbling gut. He’s not a monster, of course. She’s got a vibrator installed underneath all that fat, somewhere, set to run whenever the meal is coming down the pipe. After years of nonstop eating and cumming, her only concerns are the daily orgasm, and sate her unquenchable appetite. She grunts and moans like an animal, rocking her dozens of rolls (barely) as her eyes roll back in animalistic bliss. She barely even remembers who she was, before all of this - and the agency for the anomalous never does recover their missing agent. Strangely enough, no health issues - reality seems to bend itself to accommodate her inhuman bulk.
The story concludes with two young women on a road trip, stopping by the diner. They have a great meal, enjoy the lovely service - but, strangely, as they leave, they find themselves still hungry…