"Hell House" - Gainer Fiction

This is a Halloween-themed story, involving the usual mix of immobility, adult situations, language, and forced fattening.  It's not my best work, but hopefully it's not terrible!  heh   

Story after the Jump


Hell House
By lardfill, 2012


Every Halloween, the man who lived on Willow Lane would turn his entire house into a genuinely scary haunted house for the locals to come and get a good thrill after they were finished with trick or treating.    With bellies full of junk food, both kids and adults would line up all the way down the driveway and pay $10 a head for a fifteen minute tour through Hell.   The older crowds would show up, and any younger kids would usually be too scared to even wait in the line up.  

Three friends had been going since the first Hell House, and as they got older through the years, the bigger they had gotten - just like the fat man in the “Gluttony Room” that they had come back to see each year.  The Gluttony Room was one of the first rooms in the house and it featured a fat man being force-fed from piles of fattening foods placed all around by a muscular man in some kind of frightening make-up and costume.   The three friends had stolen some food from the set the first year and the feeder demon had grabbed one of them and shoved the stolen food into his fat cheeks, telling him he would get very fat if he kept it up.   The boy’s name was Dan and he did get fat over the years, but not as fat as the man on display…  that man now filled a queen-sized mattress.

Dan waited in line again like he had for the last seven years.   He was now over triple his original weight of 130lbs, sporting a light pink full-body jumpsuit and over-alls with a pig nose, tail and ears at 420lbs.    His friends were also dressed the same - the Three Little Pigs:  Dan, Steven, and Adam.   Steven and Adam were over 300lbs each, but nowhere near the size of their obese friend.   They were getting too old for trick or treating but they weren’t about to pass up free candy yet, and not going to the Hell House was definitely not an option.    Dan had become addicted to the Gluttony Room, the demon man inside, and the sight of the forever growing blob of a man he was feeding.    Each year, after his friends would leave the room, the man stood closer, whisper a little more, and shove more food in his mouth each time.  This year, Dan hoped his pig outfit would impress the feeder. 

The three were lead into the room alone, like every year.  The privacy was part of the frightening part for most people, but for Dan, it added to the sexual thrill.  Steven and Adam would be distracted by staring at the obese blob of a man, debating if it was a fake fat suit or actually a real fat man, and Dan would be getting fed and corrupted in a dark, silent corner.  They never knew that he was getting that extra thrill each year.   He would go home afterwards with a fire in his belly.  He spent summers mowing lawns just for the money to go buy fast food and snacks, and he ate like a pig whenever he had the opportunity to.   His parents followed a strict diet to avoid gaining weight, so Dan took any opportunity he could to stuff his face when he wasn’t home.  The years of sneaking food had turned his body into a soft, pale, heavy pile of pure fat - much to his parent’s objections.   

This year in the Hell House, the Gluttony Room was pitch black, a strobe light flickering above the massive pile of blubber in the bed.  As usual, the man was kept out of reach by bars dividing the room in two.  The feeder man wasn’t around this time.- only a tube that was draining a creamy mixture down into the fat man’s mouth.  He sucked wildly at it, the cream drooling out from around the tube.  His belly was getting enormous, he was definitely immobile now - over nine hundred pounds, maybe?  The sight was disgusting to his friends - too much fat was swelling this man up from inside and turning his body into a mess of flesh.  His legs were bloated and abnormally shaped, his arms so blubbery that they had folds and rolls.  Tits so huge that his nipples were stretched  out and nearly folded under his own tit fat.   Stretch marks were all over him, discoloration on his legs - the sight was revolting, except to Dan.

While his friends’ eyes were on the man, the feeder demon pulled Dan into the darkness behind them.   The man covered Dan’s mouth so he couldn’t yell out while the other hand rubbed his belly and grabbed a handful of Dan’s pubic fat roll.  

“So, you really want to be a piggy, don‘t you fat boy?” the demon whispered in Dan’s ear.  

Dan nodded ‘yes’. 

“Come back late tonight, tell no one,” the man whispered and was gone in the darkness before the words had sunk in.

The rest of Dan’s night was a blur - a long, slow blur.   Dan eventually ditched his friends, and finally made his way back to the house by 2am.  The Hell House was over, the line-up gone, and the lights turned off - except for one dim red light inside what was the Gluttony Room’s window. 

Dan knocked and opened the entrance door.   The dim red light filtered down the hall to give him just enough light to see the path to walk in.  The decorations were still up, and were even more unnerving in the dark.   A table by the door had a bowl on it with a note saying “eat me” on a single cookie.  He did, his dick twitching to life as he felt eyes on him.

The gluttony room was empty, the man blob gone, but the dented mattress was still there, the feeding tube still hanging from the wall above the bed.

“Hello?” Dan called out, but it was barely audible. 

A light turned on in the next room - the Greed room.  Earlier, it had been just a empty room full of foil-wrapped chocolate coins - not particularly scary - except that if you stole a single chocolate coin, the room would go pitch black and you found yourself being sprayed with fake blood by glowing red eyes that whipped around the room, in and out of the dark.   The coins were all gone now, and Dan’s heavy footsteps made the floorboards squeak.  He walked into the middle of the room, his large shadow cast on the floor directly under him.   The light flicked off and the door slammed shut, leaving Dan alone in the dark and silence.

Dan waited for what seemed like forever in the dark, calling out and trying to find a way out.  Panic gripped him, but also something else.  He felt odd, his center of balance was off.   The darkness started feeling infinite, and he soon felt himself on the floor, mumbling nonsense and not sure where he was anymore.  The black swallowed him and with it, the last normal moment of his life ended.


He woke up in a bed, wrists and ankle bound in leather straps.  He was going to call out for help when a burger was rammed into his mouth.   His groggy eyes met the eyes of the demon feeder who was now without the costume and makeup he was disguised in earlier, but the demonic persona was still there.   The greasy burger was pushed into Dan’s mouth with such aggression that he didn’t need to be told to chew and swallow, he knew there would be more to come.   

One after another, the burgers slid down into Dan’s stomach, his throat lubricated between bites with a thick vanilla milkshake which he gladly sucked from a straw, giving him a chance to breath between chewing.   As soon as he was done sucking down the creamy shake, his mouth would get stuffed with another huge bite of burger, oozing with cheese, bacon, and fat.   The feeder never changed expression the whole time he fed the captive fat boy.   Dan didn’t even remember passing out after getting the last burger pushed down his throat.   He blacked out with the feeder’s fingers gliding over his tired tongue, pushing one last glob of half-chewed food down his throat.  

He woke up hours later, but things had changed.   He was in complete blackness now, not even a hint of light visible anywhere.   He moved his body as much as possible, but from what he could feel - he couldn’t at all.  He tried to cry out for help, but found his mouth already open and locked in place.  His tongue ran over what felt like a tube that ran down the back of his mouth and  filled his throat.    He worked out the situation through his clouded mind but was cut short when the pain started in his belly.   A dull tight feeling in his belly was getting sharper and more painful, it felt worse than any over-stuffing he had ever done to himself, and it stayed constantly.

Time became irrelevant in the darkness.   His belly stayed packed full by the tube that was draining into him all day and night.   He would fall asleep in the dark, wake up in the dark, and have no idea how long he was in each state of immobile forced fattening.   He felt weird all over, his mind unable to focus on anything.  

Dan had no idea how long he remained in that bed, but the feeder was very aware.   Day in and day out, he would watch the night-vision cameras that recorded the boy’s fate.   He kept the weight gainer shakes flowing endlessly, and the rest of his automated fattening machine took care of almost everything else.   The feeder had very limited contact with the growing obese boy over the passing days and weeks.    When he bathed the boy, he made sure to drug him first so he was unconscious and just laid there while he was sponge bathed in bed.     The boy would wake up clean but never realize he even had any human contact.  He just woke up and laid there in the dark, feeling the fluid drain down the tube into his belly.  

Months passed, and Dan was losing his mind.   For hundreds of days, he laid there, not moving a muscle, not seeing a single thing.   He never heard a word, felt any touch, or had anything but himself to keep him company.   That kind of complete isolation was ruining his mind, on some days he felt his mind screaming for help but his mouth not reacting.  He wanted to say words, but his mind was going insane and forgetting the words he wanted to say.   He tried to remember his friends and family, but their images all meshed into the feeder’s face from that last night of being able to see.   He had cried a lot from the frustration, but after months and months of the total blackness, the tears stopped flowing.  He accepted his fate, and let his mind go blank for every waking minute.  

His muscles were useless after all this time locked into bed.    Even if he wasn’t tied down, he wouldn’t be able to move his limbs anymore.    He wasn’t even sure if he was tied into bed anymore, he had long given up on even trying to move his arms and legs.  His wasted muscles didn’t even get the message from the brain to move, as he laid there in a blank state, allowing the tube to keep his belly full and doing nothing else.   The hellish nightmare became a kind of bliss for Dan - no stress, no responsibility… he was being fattened by that handsome feeder demon, he knew that much.   He was dying to feel his touch, to feel those fingers push food into his mouth again, to hear those words he whispered in his ear again, despite not remembering what those words even were anymore.   He felt himself falling asleep, into the dream world which had become his only source of mental stimulation.  Oddly enough, all the dreams involved being tied into bed and not being able to move as he was fed and had his 400lb body played with.

The lights came on for the first time in a year.

Dan couldn’t see from the intense light of the 40 watt bulb.   He shut his eyes tight and waited for the blinding light to stop.   The tube was still in his mouth and he sucked his lips over it for comfort as he waited.   There was the sound of a babbling stream that was building outside of the room.  

Someone screamed.   

A flutter of laughter passed by his bed.  

He opened his eyes and found the room lit with a few dim light sources that still seemed burningly bright for him to see.   A couple figures were standing at the foot of his bed, he couldn’t see them right, but he could hear them speaking to each other.

“It’s not fucking real, you idiots!” a voice yelled out, followed by a chuckle.  

“It’s disgusting,” another voice said, and the figures walked away. 

Dan felt a vibration burst into his asshole, a deep, throbbing pulse of energy ran from inside his ass to his penis.   He felt his dick harden.   Another blast of pleasure ran through his body from something buried deep in his hole.   More figures were standing at the foot of his bed again, snickering and commenting.   One of them grabbed what looked like a doughnut off of a table at the foot of the bed, and the intense vibration surged up his asshole again.  Dan moaned loudly and squirmed as much as his body would allow, making the figures at the foot of his bed look at him.   Dan watched as one of the figures took a bite of the doughnut he had taken and then threw it at him.

The greasy doughnut hit Dan, but something wasn’t right.   It hit him in the belly, but his belly wasn’t where it should be.   He looked down at himself, finally able to see his own body in the light and the scream his body let out was silent thanks to the tube in his throat.   All Dan could see past that tube that obstructed some of his vision was two huge flabby tits.   He could see the tops of his nipples, which were now massive in size and stretched out completely.   Past the massive flabby tits was the giant curve of his belly, riddled with stretch marks and rising to double the height that his belly had been before being tied into bed.  

“Jesus!  Look at that thing!” a voice exclaimed.

Dan looked down and could see two figures standing at the foot of the bed.   His mind was racing over this two people.   He knew them, at least, he thought he knew them.

“Is it the same one from last year?” another voice asked.

“No… well, maybe?” the first voice replied.  “It looks a little different.”

There was silence for a minute as the figures stood and watched without saying a word.

“Come on, let’s go, Steven,” one of them said, walking away.  

“This isn’t as fun without Dan,” the other voice said.

“I know.”

They left and the next set of figures walked into the shadowy room, erasing the thoughts from Dan’s mind.  He relaxed and let the tube keep filling him.   The figures came and went all night, laughing and expressing their disgust of the immense blob of obesity in front of them. 

After a while, the sound of strangers died out and the silence returned.    The lights went out again, all but one small light bulb near his bed with bathed everything in a dim glow that was very easy on Dan’s sensitive eyes.    Two figures entered the room and approached the bed.  

“How much time do you need?” the muscular figure asked, Dan recognized him to be the demon feeder, with his make-up and costume on, revealing his perfect body.

“Can I get a full hour?” the other man said, and Dan recognized his voice too.  In the low light, he could make out a man in a doctor’s uniform, his scrubs covered in blood.  

“Thirty minutes - I need to lock him back up again,” the feeder said.

“Deal,” the man in the doctor’s clothes agreed.

“He can’t move himself at all, so you might want me around to help roll him over, or whatever you plan to do with this fat fuck,” the feeder said, placing a strong hand on part of the expanse of flesh in front of them and giving it a jiggle.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot!  Look at that! Jesus…” the doctor man exclaimed, eyes locked on the jiggling flab.  “How much does he weigh?”

“Nearly eight hundred pounds, so far…” the feeder said with pride.

The other man moaned with pleasure at the mention of that number.   Dan moaned too, although he wasn’t sure why.   The men both looked at him with big smiles after that, the doctor pinching one of Dan’s huge nipples, rubbing his thumb over the edge of the pink skin.   Dan moaned again, the feeling of getting touched arousing him after a year in the dark. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” the feeder said before turning back around at the door. 

The feeder left Dan alone with the man in the doctor’s outfit, who immediately began to strip out of the bloody  costume.   The man’s body was far from being sculpted like the feeder’s body, but compared to Dan’s body, he was a god.   The man walked up to the side of the bed and lifted part of Dan’s huge flabby tit.   Dan felt the man’s penis push into the fold under his chest, and then felt his tit drop down on top.   The man slowly grinded his hips into Dan, and moved his hands all over Dan’s bloated body.  

“You don’t recognize me, do you?”  the man said before licking up the side of the boy’s huge plump face.   Dan stared blankly into the man’s eyes, which did look very familiar.

The man pulled his dick out of Dan’s tit fold and climbed on the bed with him.   The feeling of the man’s body mounting his blubber-filled leg made Dan moan again.   The hard, hairy body pushed deep into Dan’s belly, his legs wrapped around one of Dan’s legs, which held more fat than all the weight on the beefy man on top of him.    The man’s cock was immediately buried in the soft flesh  of Dan’s thigh. 

“You were always such a greedy, fat little pig, even as a kid,” the man said with a big grin.  “You were helpless, but now you’re completely hopeless.”

Dan moaned as the man began bucking into his fat body.   The man’s rate of pumping got faster and harder, sending waves of lard crashing back and forth.   The sound of soft flesh sloshing around sent a heavy, wet plopping sound out into the room as the man fucked harder.

“I watched you for years, and always made sure you had plenty out for you to eat when you dropped by,” the man said with a wink.

Dan’s memory clicked at the thought of stuffing his face on cookies and cakes at his neighbour’s house.   He had mowed his neighbours lawn for years and was paid more than any boy should get, and also stuffed full of fattening treats after he was done mowing.   The man had a wife and son, but here he was now on top of Dan, riding him like a farm animal.  

“Ah, you know who I am now…”  the man said with a laugh.  “Fucking idiot.”

Dan just laid there, not sure what he should be thinking about what was happening.

“You know, your family was here tonight, and they just walked right through.   They didn’t even recognize their own son!” the man giggled, pinching Dan’s cheeks.  “Fucking assholes, they deserve it.”

Dan’s heart skipped a beat as he tried to remember the faces of his family.  

“Your parents used to tell me that I was raising my son up improperly.  They actually had the nerve to tell me that my boy was too fat!  Can you believe that, you fat piece of shit?!” the man laughed hard, bucking his hips even harder.

Dan remembered that - it was many years ago, but he remembered the little intervention that his own high-and-mighty parents had given the neighbours to tell them that their boy was obese and needed help.   He had felt uncomfortable back then, being a little chubby himself.   The neighbour’s son was devastated, he remembered.   The neighbour’s wife had agreed with Dan’s parents and sent him to live with her sister on the other side of the country, where he lost all the weight and never returned home. 

“You remember now, don’t you?  I can see it in your eyes, you porker,” the man said with a grim expression on his face.   “They sent him away and ruined his life… sure, he’s successful now, but that wasn’t their decision to make.   Now, I’ve made my own decision after seeing what my friend did to the last freak show that filled this bed.”

The sound of fat slapping against fat was distracting to Dan, and he moaned in pleasure despite the man’s revelations.   He had spent years having his mind corrupted by the friendly neighbour, being rewarded with food and fast food gift certificates.   The man had single-handedly turned a young Dan into a gluttonous, fat-obsessed hog, and he had let it happen to himself.   Now, with the neighbour on top of him, about to release his seed into the expanse of flab that had rendered him useless and helpless, Dan felt like he lost in the game of life.  

“Do you know what the future holds for you?” the man asked.  “Not much more than this, I can assure you that, piggy.”

Dan thought of the endless time in the dark, alone and full to bursting.  He had no objection to more of this fattening, but the neighbour was stirring up old memories and he wasn’t sure how he felt about them.   The man was slapping and squeezing the blubber all around him, his body sweating and flexing with each thrust.   Dan felt the man buck hard once before a slippery, hot blast of cum squirted deep in his flab.   The man hollered in pleasure, gripping both of Dan’s enormous tits as more cum spurted out in the fold.  

“Your parents think you took a job down south.  I’ve been writing them letters in your handwriting all year, telling them about your new job and life.  I even told them you gained a LOT of weight…  and that you think you may like it,” the man grinned, still bucking his hips into the cum-slick fold. 

Dan was getting homesick now, his memories bubbling up and making him realize how far gone he was now.   He wanted to leave this room, go home and see his family and friends again.   He didn’t want to be some sick method of revenge.     He wanted a normal life again.  

“I wrote them a new letter - but I want to add a picture, something to make your parents really pay for what they did to my boy and my family,” the man was gritting his teeth in anger now. 

The man called out to the feeder, who quickly appeared with a Polaroid camera in his hands.  

“We’re going take a few pictures of you now, just a few shockers to surprise them,” the man chuckled.  

The feeder set the camera down and the two of them removed the tube feeder out of Dan’s mouth and throat.  The feeling was like having part of your own body removed, and Dan cried out at the removal of the feeding tube.   He wanted it back in immediately, the feeling of it being removed was painful in several ways.   

The two then propped Dan up with pillows, and stepped back to take a good look at him.   It was a gigantic mess of flesh.  Soft rolls of flab spilled from him in all directions, covered in red stretch marks.   His fat face was barely recognizable, and its chins hung down on his upper chest.   His tits hung down and to the sides, continuing under his flabby arms and around to his fat back.   That roll alone weighed more than one hundred pounds.   Fifty pounds of fat filled each of his arms, making them incredibly soft and huge, and too heavy to lift.  Even his fingers were swollen and useless, filled with lard like overstuffed sausages. 

Dan’s belly covered his thighs and knees when he was propped upright.   It was bigger than the rest of him combined, wrapping around in huge love handles that met together on his back, which was inches deep in blubber.   His ass filled the bed, too deep to fuck and long out of reach of Dan’s fat arms, if it were possible for him to move them.   His useless legs sat buried under the belly, swollen with fat and unable to bend because of it. 

The neighbour walked over with a big greasy burger and shoved it into Dan’s waiting mouth.  He ate ravenously, feeling real food and all its delicious tastes as it glided over his tongue and down his throat.  A flash of light and the electronic hum of the camera sounded as it spit out the Polaroid picture.  Another flash followed as the neighbour jammed another burger in.   The shots showed the boy, and the neighbour’s naked cock pressing into tit fat as a hand held a burger up to the boy’s mouth.  They didn’t show the neighbour’s face, but they did show the boy’s fat face very well.   The neighbour climbed up on the edge of the bed and then stood over the boy, placing a foot on either side of the boy’s tits and moved his erection closer to the boy’s mouth.  

A bight flash of light captured the moment as the obese blob opened his mouth and extended his tongue towards the cock and hanging balls.   The picture framed the scene well, showing the boy’s face with the erection pushed down to his awaiting lips, while the neighbours bare ass and legs framed the boy’s immense expanse of body fat.  

The next picture was taken close-up, showing the boy’s fat face sucking on a cock, food smeared over his fat cheeks, and a look of submission in his eyes.  The men then stood back and took photo after photo, showing the massive scale of the boy’s whole body, laughing and chatting with each other.  

The neighbour finally walked over with the pictures and dropped them on Dan’s belly.  He looked over his tit fat and saw the display they had created.   The pictures were graphic and the full body shots shocked Dan.   He was enormously huge, much bigger than he thought.   He also saw his arms and legs weren’t in straps, like he had thought.   He tried to move his limbs again in response to the images, but still had no power at all.   He was trapped for good, his life in the hands of a bitterly angry neighbour who was about to show his family what had happened to their boy.  

The neighbour picked several pictures out of the bunch - the most graphic and disturbing.   He knew that his family would be shocked and disgusted to the point of horror.   The pictures were tucked into an envelope that contained a folded letter inside, and sealed.  

“There!  If all goes well, they will get the letter on the anniversary of my son leaving home, and I plan to be there when they open this envelope up,” the neighbour said as he fanned himself with the envelope.  “It’s going to be so sweet to watch.” 

“Please…” Dan begged.  

“Put that tube back in him.   He doesn’t deserve that ability to speak,” the neighbour said to the feeder. 

The feeder slowly inserted the tube again, much to Dan’s hopes and fears.

“So long, Danny Boy,” the neighbour said with a wink.

Dan groaned and moaned, his eyes locked on the envelope.    The neighbour could see Dan’s panic about the letter and pictures and  gave a big, toothy smile as he waved the letter around.

“How about this, you fat hog… How about you tell your family to help you when they come through Hell House next year?” the neighbour laughed.   “You can get out of this house and lose all that ugly fat, then.”

Dan struggled to do anything, but couldn’t. 

“Yes, your family can save you from this hell next year… that is, if you can survive the next three-hundred and sixty five days and all the pounds that each of those days will bring,” he continued, still waving the envelope.    “Although, if I know your parents, they’ll be so embarrassed and disgusted that they will never want to see you again - especially once they read about how much you love your new life, sucking down food and cock.”

The two men left the room and the lights went out again, leaving Dan alone with a full belly and a mind racing.   His heart pounded as hours passed, blending into days, which blended into months…  he lost his mind again and fell in love with the feeding tube and the isolation, lost in the sensation of a stuffed belly and the mental image of his own body, now even hundreds of pounds fatter and growing daily.